Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 430 Reciprocity, big quilts sleep together (3)
"It's nothing serious, it's just that there are a few words here, you can identify the handwriting." The emperor said.

While speaking, Gao Jinli had already called the little eunuch to send over the words written by Song Chuxi.

Song Chufang's scandal here must not be known to the foreign ministers, so everyone kept silent about it, and Taifu Jin took the paper from the tray to check it.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jin, we have another one here—" Gao Jinli stepped forward and took the note that the emperor had slapped on the table before asking Mrs. Jin to compare the handwriting on the two pieces of paper. Mrs. Jin Fu had already looked at the emperor, puzzled and said: "The handwriting on this paper was written by Eunuch Hu, the supervisor of ceremonies. I don't know if there is something wrong with this word. What does Your Majesty want this humble minister to distinguish?"

Gao Jinli hadn't even read the paper in his hand.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, but only Song Chuxi knelt there without changing his expression.

Yin Zhan, who was sitting outside, had already begun to drink tea calmly again.

Although Duanmuqi knew that Song Chuxi was confident just by looking at Song Chuxi's expression, he didn't expect that she could imitate the handwriting of the eunuch, the supervisor of ceremonies.

Hu Jin, the chief eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, was in charge of writing imperial edicts for the emperor.

The emperor's hand trembled and almost dropped the teacup.

Song Chufang said loudly in disbelief: "This is impossible, Mr. Jin, did you read it wrong?"

She didn't care about being a guilty person, so she quickly got up and snatched the piece of paper from Taifu Jin to check it.She can recognize Song Chuxi's handwriting. Recently, in order to blame her, she found the poems she usually transcribed and studied carefully. From this point of view, although Song Chuxi's words are also in italics, they are similar to those of Song Chuxi. Her usual handwriting is completely out of line.

"You—what did you say?" The emperor took a while to react, put down the tea bowl, and looked at Taifu Jin.

Although Jin Taifu didn't know what was going on here, but the emperor's expression was serious, he knew there was something wrong with the note, and he quickly calmed down and said: "Didn't the emperor ask the humble minister to distinguish the handwriting on this paper? This is Si The handwriting of the eunuch Hu Jin, the supervisor of ceremonies, is usually written by Eunuch Hu when His Majesty uses it to issue imperial edicts, and the emperor must know this handwriting."

The emperor couldn't sit still any longer and walked over directly.

Gao Jinli snatched the paper and handed it to him. The emperor glanced at it hastily, and suddenly his heart felt cold for no reason.Of course, he is the most familiar with Hu Jin's handwriting. Even he can't tell the authenticity of the handwriting on this piece of paper. It is completely different from the handwriting on the paper that Song Chufang showed him just now.

Seeing his gloomy face, Song Chufang quickly said: "Your Majesty, don't believe her tricks, if this handwriting is similar to Hu Gonggong, it must be a coincidence, she deliberately changed the handwriting to cover up the bad things she did. The emperor can go to her residence again and compare it with other words she usually writes, this note is from her hand, and my concubine dares to guarantee it with her life."

The emperor couldn't hear her words at all, but raised his eyes inch by inch, and looked at Song Chuxi who was kneeling straight in the distance.

Song Chuxi met his gaze unhurriedly, and said with a calm smile: "Some people's characters are practiced, while others are deliberately copied. This character is my daughter, I imitated Hu Gonggong's. What's so strange about the handwriting?"

"What?" No one was more surprised than Taifu Jin.

The emperor still looked at her with gloomy eyes, Song Chuxi was not afraid of him, and then said: "A year ago, His Majesty the Emperor issued an imperial edict to the major families in Nantang to invite all the masters to come to Beijing to congratulate. I saw Eunuch Hu’s handwriting in Aqi’s study and thought it was very beautiful, so I copied two strokes when I had nothing to do in my spare time, maybe—it might look a bit like it, just for fun, Your Majesty probably won’t mind.”

Her handwriting is similar to that of the eunuch who wrote for the emperor, what kind of crime is this?

"You said you copied his handwriting?" The emperor looked at her suspiciously, each word slowly popping out from between his teeth.

These words were written by Song Chuxi on the spot, and he couldn't fake it, but he was very upset.

"That's right! To speak arrogantly, the courtier has some talents in copying handwriting. No matter whose handwriting it is, as long as I read it, I can imitate it to a good degree. I can also write Aqi's handwriting." Song Song Chu Xi said, then picked up a pen and wrote a few more words.

When he was in Nantang before, Shun Yu said that Song Chuxi copied his handwriting in private, but Duanmuqi only thought that she was boring to pass the time and didn't take it to heart.

Everyone's handwriting needs to be put into shape, even if someone is too smart and has the ability to remember, but he can completely copy a stranger's handwriting just by looking at it——

This is completely impossible.

Duanmuqi knew that Song Chuxi might indeed have talent in this area, but it wasn't as exaggerated as she said.

Here he was lost in thought, Song Chuxi had already turned around and handed him the pen.Duanmuqi smiled, and very cooperatively took up a pen and wrote a few words.

Gao Jinli only felt that this matter was strange, so he hurried over and sent the two pieces of paper to the emperor, Taifu Jin and others for comparison.

The other people next to him couldn't bear it anymore, and they all came over to see what was new.

Song Chuxi looked at the two identical handwritings, but felt incredible. Looking at Song Chuxi's calm and calm face, she felt panicked, and gritted her teeth: "When you were in Nantang, you were with Patriarch Duanmu every day. I know if you did it on purpose, don't try to excuse it."

"Calligraphy is not something that can be practiced in just a day or two. Do you think you can copy it on the spot?" Yin Liang is not very interested in the whole story of this case, but thinks that Song Chuxi can copy other people's handwriting casually Very magical.

Yin Shao stared at him twice, but he felt more guarded against Song Chuxi, walked over directly, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, then put down the pen, and only stared at Song Chuxi carefully.

"What? His Royal Highness is trying to test me?" Song Chuxi raised his eyebrows and met his gaze.

"Let's write." Yin Shao didn't talk nonsense.

Song Chuxi was silent for a moment, then obediently picked up the pen, and wrote a few more words in his handwriting.

It is indeed as Duanmuqi thought, she does not have the supernatural power of photographic memory, but it is true that she is good at copying various handwriting in calligraphy. When she is free and bored, she often writes to pass the time, and the handwriting of ordinary strangers , It doesn't take three to five days to figure out the seven or eighty-eight.

(End of this chapter)