The false emperor dipped his pen in ink, his wrist hung, and he paused on the snow-white paper for a few seconds before dropping the first one. The thick ink stretched out on the paper, and the five lines of "Biao Palace Abao" jumped on the paper, like Zhou Wudi's true story.
Drop the pen, see your finished product, fake emperor slightly invisible exhale. He imitated the Emperor's handwriting in March. He has to make tens of thousands of copies every day. He can't even tell the difference between Princess Liang and Master Shen. Not to mention the German princess who doesn't know how to pen and ink? This level should have passed smoothly.
Thinking of this, he put his pen on hold and gave Chang Xi a look of questioning while Toshio picked up the paper and appreciated it.
Chang Xi nodded slightly, indicating it was good.
The interaction between the two men was self-evident and seamless, but in fact, Monsanto Elm, who stared at them with Xuan Paper, left a line of light to watch their movements and expressions. She naturally didn't miss the eye contact between the two of them.
The vague thoughts in his heart were clearer, and Monsanto Elm's eyebrows were slightly blurred, which gave him a closer look at the five big words in his hand, half silent.
The house is quiet and strange, and the atmosphere gradually becomes a little subtle. The fake emperor's heart tightened slightly and finally couldn't help but say, “Do you think my five words are not well written? ”
Chang Xi looked up quietly and stared at Toshio's face.
“Where, it was written by the Emperor. Excellent. The concubine has been watching for a while!” Monsanto Elm put down Xuan Paper and smile could not speak beautifully.
“Oh, where's the good writing? Talk to me.” The false emperor frowned and questioned.
“Well, the concubine can't say where it's good, but she just feels good! Your Majesty, you are so talented!” Smiles are more glamorous, and the traces of spanking are more blatant, and Monsanto Elm trimmed the appearance of an incomprehensible, purely insane woman.
The fake emperor laughed comfortably. Indeed, as the Duke of Changxi said, there was no talent to learn and no opportunity, but it was this kind of woman who got along better. He could not help but be thankful for himself: if he were to die, it would not be a loss to be close to such a man before he died.
To think of it, he walked up to grab the Toshio's shoulder, took her into his arms, and drowned in his face.
Nima, this is a 100% fake! Monsanto Elm made a roar in his heart, but it did not appear on his face. He naturally escaped the embrace of the false emperor and pressed him to sit on the soft couch. Didi said, "Your Majesty, it is now the turn of the concubine to show his learning. The concubine just learned a tea cooking technique a while ago, and she will show it to the Emperor today, okay? ”
Boiling water, full tea set, tea tasting, talking about poetry and songs, life ideals, this process should take less than an hour to get this person out of the way. Monsanto Elm measured herself and went to the tea room to pick the tea leaves.
After searching in the bottle can, she eventually chose Zhou Wudi's favorite junshan silver needle, and then thought about it, she took out another jar of Lingyun white, twisted a handful into the junshan silver needle and mixed it well.
The tiny kettle gradually came out of white smoke, and soon there was a roaring boiling noise. Seeing the face of Toshio focused on making tea through the fog, that delightful smile, the elegant and gentle action repeatedly attracted the gaze of the fake emperor. He was supposed to be an invisible guard, destined to be alone all his life. Why did he ever touch any woman? Not to mention a woman who is so bright and yet pure. I don't know, it's fake.
“The Emperor invites tea.” Monsanto Elm handed him a hot cup of tea, interrupting his thoughts.
The false emperor quickly closed his obscured eyes and took the tea pot to sip it in his mouth. He also learned how to taste tea in March. Although not as good as the Emperor, he can also say one, two, three.
“The fragrance is refreshing, the soup orange yellow, the taste of glycerol, the root silver needle is reunited at the bottom of the cup, lovely tea!” He took a sip of praise, finished with two more delicate sips, and after three sips, he put down the tea cup and stopped moving. The room was noble and elegant, but it was quite like that.
Mengsang Elm's eyes glistened and his mouth covered with a smile. “The Emperor is flattered! ”
Seeing her phoenix, she smiled like a flower. The fake emperor's heart moved and looked out the window at the already dark sky, mute, "The sky is getting late, please settle with me early. ”
“Yes, the concubine will help the Emperor to bathe and change.” Monsanto Elm was about to get up, and it seemed to think of something to sit down again, and Ai looked at the fake emperor during the period.
Fake Emperor Guan 'er, softly said, "If you have anything to do with your mistress, don't worry about it. ”
“Your Majesty, the concubine's mother helped her brother a day ago, paid Guangtafa's eldest daughter for the courtesy ministry, and she wanted to ask the Emperor to give her brother a wedding order. With joy, could the Emperor be complete?” Her eyes were full of anticipation.
“This…” concerns the Meng family. He cannot make his own decisions. The false emperor does not look like a trace of Asahi. He was often thrilled with his little finger. He immediately interfaced, “Let me think about it. ”