The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

"Do you know how to grind ink? "

"Yes. " Xia Ling nodded

Bright Rays of light shone through the window onto the table in the imperial study.

The purple-gold pavilion's Xuan Paper had an atmospheric luster. Beside the Xuan paper, there was a purple-gold inkstone that was worth a thousand gold coins.

Following the table, she looked to the side.

The rustling sound of grinding ink rang out evenly in the imperial study. The hands that were grinding ink were coated with a Halo, and their white wrists were frosted with snow. They were grinding ink at a steady pace.

Ji Yuan looked at the girl.

She had a beautiful side profile. Her eyelashes were long and slender, and her nose was smooth and straight. Her lips were slightly pink.

That clean smell seemed to touch the throbbing of his heart. Ji Yuan was amazed by it for a moment.

"Come, this way. "

Ji Yuan spread out a piece of paper and put away the original memorials. He dipped the small purple brush in full ink and drew an orchid with a few strokes.

This orchid didn't have any arrogance, but its leaves were thick. It looked like it had spiritual essence and was adorable.

Just like the girl next to him?

Ji Yuan had never drawn such a small jade painting before. He raised his hand to pull it away, but the girl pressed it down.

"Saint, can you give this painting to me? "

"Yes? " Ji Yuan looked at her.

The girl's eyes were filled with joy and expectation.

"I want to draw this orchid and make a purse for the Saint. This way, when the Saint sees the purse, he will think of me. It can also replace me and accompany the saint during my absence. "

Seeing her like this, Ji Yuan was irritated, but he nodded.

He could not say anything to reject her.

Who could reject such an innocent and cute girl?

Some things could not be suppressed. In the past, he tried his best to control it, but there were times when he could not control it.

At this time, feelings took root and sprouted from Ji Yuan's heart, growing continuously.

Standing beside him, Xia Ling could feel the change of the 'one tree full of flowers' . The light slowly grew from the third cherry blossom to the fourth.

Xia Ling asked, "Your Majesty? "

She raised her eyes to look at him.

At that moment, Ji Yuan's figure was clearly reflected in her eyes.

A strong ambergris fragrance mixed with the coolness of a Zisu.

The study room of the minister had never allowed women from the Harem to enter. It was Ling Wangxi's only copy!

...

Xia Ling waited on JI yuan and waited on him. She did not know how she got to the couch at the side.

They waited for the two to finish tidying up in the minister's workshop.

Xia Ling stayed behind the screen. The chief Eunuch who always served Ji Yuan came in from outside. He looked carefully at where Xia Ling was and asked Ji Yuan in a low voice.

"Saint, do you want to keep the book of the room of honor? "

The book of the room of honor was a document that every concubine had to record every time they received a favor.

If it was not in the book, then even if Xia Ling was pregnant with Ji Yuan's child because of it, the child would be nameless and could not be born to avoid confusing the royal bloodline.

Whether to keep it or not, this was a very important matter for every concubine.

Xia Ling clearly knew that she was not pregnant, so it did not matter whether she kept it or not.

However, after hearing the eunuch say this, she suddenly remembered that the door of the study room was closed, but the people guarding outside were all guards and palace servants.

The guards were the officials, and they were different from the palace servants in the Harem.

She remembered that so many palace servants had heard it from outside... ...

Xia Ling's face was bleeding. She wished she could start all over again. She would definitely be ruthless

Only then did Xia Ling remember that this study room was watching

She really wanted to drag this guy out from the corner of the wall and beat him to death!

Ji Yuan: "stay. "

He turned to Xia Ling again. "Come here, grind the ink. "