The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and it made her ears numb.
It's a shame he had the nerve to say it.
"Master Song, you are so shameful." She held on to the desk and was about to get up, but found that she had underestimated this man's strength every time.
He obviously just put one arm gently around her waist, but she couldn't push him away even if she tried her best. No wonder her brother was thrown out all at once.
Song Chengxuan said: "Isn't it you Qing Huan who talked about this matter?"
Song Chengxuan's voice was calm, as if there was no emotion involved.
For some reason, she remembered Song Hou in his previous life. He always looked cold and indifferent in front of others, as if he was indifferent to everything. Now that she thought about it, maybe it was all a deceptive illusion. He didn't know what he was thinking about behind his back.
Just like now, while speaking righteously, he refused to let her go. She had never seen such a person.
"Now I'm finished," Xu Qinghuan said and pushed him again, "Master Song continues to handle official business, it's time for me to leave."
"Don't move," Song Chengxuan lowered his voice, "otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, and she suddenly felt on pins and needles. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but blush, and raised her eyes to look forward.
I don't know when Song Chengxuan had already picked up the pen. On the desk was an unfolded memorial, with the beginning already written.
"Quanzhou is recruiting envoys, and the minister Song Chengxuan reports..."
Due to Song Chengxuan's official position, he could not directly submit the memorial to the emperor, unless the imperial court told him to invite the general who was fighting this time to present the memorial together. Then it also revealed the news that the general would be rewarded by the imperial court.
When Song Chengxuan just said "the consequences are unimaginable," he obviously meant that the brush in his hand would accidentally stain the memorial.
In this case, he should put down his pen.
But it seems that Song Chengxuan did not mean this. Instead, he soaked in ink and continued to write on the memorial.
Xu Qinghuan didn't dare to move anymore. She could only watch him write meticulously, hoping that he would finish writing quickly. However, Song Chengxuan's writing became slower and slower, just like her embroidery under the lamp, which took up a whole day.
It's not enough to use above.
It's not like she hasn't seen the Marquis of Song take care of everything. He can deal with it even with his eyes closed. Xu Qinghuan frowned, wishing to throw all the ink on him immediately and let him show off.
I was thinking dullly in my heart, my eyes fell on the memorial, and when I saw the words Song Chengxuan, my eyebrows slightly arched.
In her previous life, she had heard that the handwriting of the Marquis of Song was unsightly. Many courtiers who endured the humiliation in front of the Marquis of Song privately called him a traitor and a martial artist. Even a boy with a bun in his bun could write much better than him.
The emperor couldn't help but frown every time he read his memorials. If he hadn't known about the shortcomings of Song Hou's writing, he would have thought he was contemptuous of his superiors. He never regarded the emperor as his superior. For the sake of dignity, Song Hou's later memorials
They all asked their subordinates or family managers to write for them.
At the palace banquet, she once saw him write inscriptions on the screen after drinking, but she thought the cursive writing was still eye-catching and did not examine it carefully.
Now he is looking at the words in front of him with his own eyes. They are like two villains fighting, and they are very ugly. Xu Qinghuan knows that he has many tricks, and he really shouldn't be caught by him. Waiting for him to finish writing the memorial, everything will be fine.
Okay, but I still couldn't help laughing when I saw this.
"Why are you laughing?" Song Chengxuan's voice was a little cold.
Sure enough, there was no sand in his eyes.
A man's handwriting is his face, and she had no intention of embarrassing him. Xu Qinghuan said, "Sir Song's handwriting is very powerful. I just remembered the time when my father asked us brothers and sisters to practice calligraphy, so I laughed."
Song Chengxuan said: "Don't you think my handwriting is ugly?"
"It's not ugly." Xu Qinghuan said against his will.
"Didn't lie?"
"Why should I lie about this?"
Master Song will naturally not dislike her handwriting. She is always right when she says so.
Song Chengxuan narrowed his eyes: "So you weren't laughing at me just now."
"No." After lying, he continued to speak. Although it was a bit difficult to say it, he wrote the words like this, so he couldn't really argue with her to get a result, especially for a face-saving person like Mr. Song...
...will never admit that her handwriting is ugly, so she is not worried about being exposed.
"The teacher hired by the Marquis must be good," Song Chengxuan said, "Why don't you tell me where to write this word? As long as what you say makes sense, I will believe you."
Xu Qinghuan felt her hand being caught and then turned over. Just when she didn't know what he was going to do, the cool tip of the brush fell into her palm.
The tip of the pen scratched lightly, a little itchy, and the hand holding her felt very hot.
She felt a little panicked and waited patiently for him to finish writing. Then she looked carefully and saw that Song Chengxuan wrote the word "Xuan" in her palm.
It uses a serious Guange style, and the font looks beautiful, elegant and harmonious.
Xu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment.
After a while, he wrote the word "Huan" next to the word "Xuan" again. This time, the word "Huan" was no longer in the Guange style, and it was less elegant, full of energy, and looked grand and generous, which was different from what was written on the memorial.
The words are so different that they don't look like two little people fighting.
"Weren't you laughing at me just now? The writing is really good?" Song Chengxuan's voice became deeper.
Feeling his breath getting closer, Xu Qinghuan closed her eyes. She was really in a cocoon: "Master Song's calligraphy is indeed good, I admire it from the bottom of my heart..."
She pursed her lips and emphasized again: "I mean it this time."
Xu Qinghuan heard that his voice was no longer so clear, but it contained a hint of begging for mercy. Why was he forced to be so embarrassed every time he got along with him?
"The rice is cold, I made it with great difficulty." At the critical moment, she expected that Mr. Song was already hungry and could not resist the temptation of food.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qinghuan felt his body turn around, and his eyes had turned into the roof of a military tent.
"I am indeed a little hungry."
Hearing Song Chengxuan's words, she felt a little panicked for some reason. She stretched out her hand to support the table, but knocked down the inkstone while struggling. Xu Qinghuan immediately smelled the fragrance of ink.
The official document was stained with ink splatters.
There seemed to be footsteps approaching from outside. Xu Qinghuan stood up in a hurry. Song Chengxuan looked at her deeply. He did not look at the documents, but just looked at her quietly.
It made her even more panicked.
"Master Song, hurry up and clean it up," Xu Qinghuan said, "It's probably not too late to cut out the lining paper on the memorial and rewrite it."
Her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a bit of shyness and panic in her eyes, but she urged him to get up and leave, which was really cruel.
Xu Qinghuan looked at the mess on the table. I was afraid that many documents had to be rewritten. She came to deliver the food to help, but not to cause trouble.
"Otherwise," Xu Qinghuan looked at the food box with a guilty conscience, "You eat first, and I'll help you clean it up."
