Chapter 21 (1/2)

Chapter 21

You Still Blames Zhen

Mo Qi Qi quickly regains her thoughts, the hand that is grinding the ink moving faster.

Jun Qian Che tries to restrain his anger, “Have you seen anyone grinding the way you does?”

Mo Qi Qi puts everything down and says in displeasure, “Gentle is wrong, not gentle is also wrong.  What should I do to satisfy you?”

Jun Qian Che press down his anger, “You do according to what zhen says, grinding ink cannot be done rashly.  Do not use too much force on the ink block, place it flat against the ink slab.  Use your force uniformly in a uniform speed towards one direction.  That way, the ink you grind will be good and refined.”

Mo Qi Qi did as Jun Qian Che told her to and the ink that comes out are indeed different.  “Haha, the ink comes out!  Your Majesty, you are so good!” she happily says.

Jun Qian Che size up her enthusiastic respond, wonderingly asking, “How did you usually prepare your ink for writing?  You don’t even know this?”

“I usually don’t have to grind ink ah!” Mo Qi Qi blurts out.  When she realize Jun Qian Che’s gauging glance on her, she finally realize what she said and quickly tries to remedy everything, “I never grind ink, Ban Xiang usually did them for me, so it’s not weird I don’t know these things.” The modern time uses ready-made ink, which modern person knows how to grind them?  Very few people even write using brush.

Jun Qian Che does not continue the topic, he retrieves his gaze and began approving the memorials.

Mo Qi Qi continues grinding for a while, until her wrist feels sore.  She swings her wrist around, saying, “Your Majesty, grinding ink is too tiring.”

“You have an impatient personality, this approach can help nurture your personality better,” Jun Qian Che did not even raise his head.

Mo Qi Qi makes a gun gesture and pretends to shoot him with her hand, laughingly saying, “Hehe, Your Majesty, chenqie thinks making porridge is easier, let me make you porridge.  Chenqie will find a servant to help me make fire, I guarantee I will give you a satisfying bowl of porridge!”  Grinding ink is so not fun.

“You are the mother of the country, not a cook.  Can you do something that suits your position for once?” he says as he peers over the reports.

“Is grinding ink something that suits my position?  Do you know how accomplished you will feel just by cooking!”

Jun Qian Che did not pay her attention.

Mo Qi Qi stares at his jade-like appearance; his beautiful eyebrows gives him a heroic air.  His lips are pursed tight as he frowns, as though something is troubling him, but that very frown makes people feels at awe.