Quick Pass Raiders: Male God, beg for the top!

Chapter 117 The Emperor and the Little Tanhualang 5
Ink grinding is a technical job, and it is also a tiring technical job.

but--

Standing beside the emperor now, she didn't dare to say anything, but quietly pinched the tail of the ink stick and drew circles in a leisurely manner.

An hour has passed.

Yan Xiao: hand sour.

Finally, Qi Huan finished changing the last memorial on the table.

"You can stop."

As if she heard the sound of nature, she quickly stopped the movement of her hands, grinding ink is really not a job for her "small body".

But Yan Xiao was not happy for two seconds before his happiness collapsed.

Because, Qi Dada said: "Do you know, this is the document of the Imperial Academy."

"..."

So, the clerk of the Imperial Academy, who was envied by the number one scholar and the second place, is an ink grinder?

At that moment, Yan Xiao's expression was a bit exciting.

At that moment, Qi Huan looked at Yan Xiao's wonderful expression and felt that this person was also 'very wonderful'.

After finishing the ink this morning, Qi Huan went to tidy up the bookshelves with a smile and a smile. At about noon, Yan and smile left the imperial study room exhausted.

After she left, a black figure flashed in the empty study immediately.

"His details, have you found out?"

"Reporting to the master, talking and laughing, he is the youngest son of the Yan family of the hidden family in Lingnan."

"Lingnan Yanjia?" Qi Huan paused slightly while holding the teacup, "If it's that Yanjia, then it's not surprising."

"In such a place, it is admirable to raise such people."

The dark guard lowered his head and said nothing.
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During this long period of time, Yan Xiao's job was very simple.

Now, she is indeed a pure minister of the emperor through and through, because she does not have to go to court as a clerk of the Imperial Academy.

Every day at dawn, she took a small wooden sign, took a carriage to the east gate, ran to the imperial study room, and polished the ink before Qi Huan went to court. Occasionally, she might need to respond to Qi Huan's request, by the way Serve some tea, pass me some water.

On rare occasions, Qi Huan would say a few words to her, but nothing good was said.

For example:

"The tea is too cold."

"The tea is too hot."

"Go tidy up the bookshelves."

"Which book to find."

Not once, not to order her.

This extremely painful, boring, and non-intelligent job lasted for two and a half months.

On the sixteenth day of the second month when he officially became a clerk of the Imperial Academy, Yan Xiao was stopped when he was about to go to the next shelf to sort out books after finishing his ink.

"Yan Qing."

She turned around, "Your Majesty."

"Come here, I don't need to sort out the books today, I just have a few questions for you."

Finally, I am no longer alone in the imperial study.

Yan Xiao replied excitedly, "Excuse me, Your Majesty."

"How do you feel about grinding ink?"

"...It's good." She stabbed herself in the heart twice against her will, and said this sentence.

"Oh?" The man leaning on the dragon chair heard her words, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "It's good, then, Yanqing, do you still fall asleep when you polish your ink every day?"

Yan Xiao: ...

She felt that her face was swollen, and it was very swollen.

Seeing the embarrassment on her face, Qi Huan opened his mouth slowly, "Yan Qing, have you heard that the sky is about to fall..."

"Great responsibility comes from people." Yan Xiao quickly followed up with this sentence, "You must first suffer your heart and will, work your muscles and bones, starve your body, empty your body, and disturb your actions..."

"Okay."

Qi Huan raised his hand, "You know everything, why can't you see Gu's intention?"

(End of this chapter)