Ghost Horse Baby: The lady is reserved

In an understatement, he dealt with those complicated and deadly memorials, which gave her a headache at a glance, and then put them away in neat categories.

What she didn't know was that sometimes Dongfang Che would raise his head from the mountains of memorials when she was rubbing ink for him, and his eyes would fall on the plain hands she was obsessed with grinding.

Because he wanted to enjoy the time when they were alone, when Dongfang Che was reviewing the memorial, even the two noisy children, Xuan'er and Yu'er, would be stopped outside by the loyal little Fuzi.

Of course the two lively and fussy children didn't agree, and kept crying while holding Xiao Fuzi's hand.While clutching the eunuch cap that Xuan'er had pulled aside, Xiao Fuzi had to deal with Yu'er's hand that came over to tickle him.But he didn't dare to cry out even a little bit of suffering, so he could only suffer in silence.Looking back at the closed palace gate, I sighed bitterly in my heart: "Your majesty, you are warm and fragrant inside, and this slave will be torn apart by these two little ancestors. Without the slave, where would you go?" Find such a loyal and good eunuch."

Even Xiao Fuzi was ordered by Dongfang Che to guard the gate of the palace, leaving only Dongfang Che and Zhan Meixiang in the room.This work of grinding ink has always been Xiao Fuzi's errand in the past, and Zhan Meixiang has to do it for these days.At first, she was very impatient, and the meticulous work of grinding ink almost drove her crazy, but she gradually got used to it, and it became much better.She has been able to grind ink quietly without making a sound.Let Dongfang Che review the memorial with great peace of mind, and then come to take her into his arms.

As time goes by, when she grinds the ink, she can still reveal some subtle charm.The pair of clean and slender bare hands are holding on to the ink platform, and they look even whiter against the cinnabar ink.Dongfang Che, who was writing the memorial, was often distracted, and when he stopped the pen, a red dot fell on the clean and tidy memorial.

At the beginning, those who submitted the memorial were all panicked after receiving the reviewed memorial. Such a small red dot with unclear semantics, falling on the word "le", what does it mean?What does it mean when it falls on the word "的"?

It must be known that companionship is like companionship with tigers, the emperor's holy will is unpredictable, and the slightest mistake could result in loss of head.The ministers pondered for a long time in trepidation, and it was obvious that Dongfang Che hadn't discovered the matter, but the more they thought about it, the more outrageous and terrifying it became.Until the end, the two stood still in fright, thinking that our generation is over.

But the next day when he went to court, he played Tai Chi with Dongfang Che tremblingly, but found that the emperor's meaning was really hard to fathom. suffer.So this matter has been beating the fragile little hearts of the ministers, and the general atmosphere is solemn.

Until finally, a small official with a clean sleeve and a clear hand, after Dongfang Che accidentally dripped a drop of vermilion ink on the memorial to relieve the victims, he spoke bluntly in the early court without any scruples.Dongfang Che was very confused at first, but after hearing the reason clearly, he groaned and said lightly: "My hand slipped."

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were in an uproar, you look at me and I look at you.He really couldn't convince himself that the little red dot that had frightened him for half a month was just a slip of the emperor's hands.If it's hand slipping, it's too frequent.