Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 380 Go Move the Stool
When he was at a loss, he hesitated for a long time before dropping his hands to his side.

After finishing the series, it has been so long, Fu Xueyao thought to herself, the emperor should order her to do something, right?

She secretly raised her head to take a look, and suddenly met the eyes of the emperor again, so scared that Fu Xueyao cried out in surprise: "The emperor..."

Didn't you come to the imperial study to review the memorial?What are you doing staring at me?
Nan Qi heard the words: "Huh?"

Fu Xueyao pursed her lips, she could have held back, it was because she looked up and saw that the emperor was still staring at her, she couldn't hold back her cry.

Fu Xueyao squeezed her fingers in a panic, saw the emperor's inkstone, and remembered that the emperor asked her to come to the imperial study, and asked herself to work with him.

Fu Xueyao asked caringly: "Is there anything the emperor can ask the concubine to do, and the concubine is willing to share some for the emperor."

Although she knew it was a so-called polite remark, it sounded better in Nan Qi's ears than she wished she could say a word less.

Nan Qi's frowned brows relaxed slightly, and then she looked down at Fu Xueyao's resigned appearance, thinking of her unreasonable anger just now, why isn't she afraid of herself?
Inexplicably, Nan Qi felt a little more guilty. She walked to the table and sat down. Nan Qi picked up the brush and glanced at the inkstone in front of her. She said softly, "Come here and grind the ink for me."

Fu Xueyao also glanced at the inkstone subconsciously: "Yes."

Walking to the side of the inkstone, Fu Xueyao raised the sleeves in her hands, and before she could hold the inkstone, she heard the emperor say faintly: "Go get a stool and sit down to grind."

I don't know if it's the emperor's rare gentle tone or some other reason, but Fu Xueyao suddenly gave Fu Xueyao a little bit of courage, Fu Xueyao whispered: "It's fine for the concubine to squat..."

Before the words were finished, the emperor turned his eyes lightly, with a little anger on his face: "Go and bring the stool."

Fu Xueyao's heart skipped a beat in shock, and she immediately obediently obeyed the order, moved the stool to the desk, and rubbed ink while sitting.

The study room became quiet in an instant. When Nan Qi read the memorials, he would occasionally frown slightly and occasionally relax his brows, but he never saw any memorials that he looked particularly happy.

Fu Xueyao looked anxiously and distressed, but it was useless, so she could only keep grinding the ink, hoping that the emperor would not frown again because of the ink.

Compared with the emperor she had seen before, the moment the memorial was opened, the emperor devoted himself wholeheartedly into it without being distracted for a moment.

Fu Xueyao also realized her dream, that is, to be able to look at the emperor quietly, always sneaking a glimpse of the emperor's chiseled profile from time to time while she was grinding the ink.

Just like this time between two people, she wished that the time could be thousands of times slower than the previous algorithm, so that she could remember it deeply, keep this memory in her heart forever, and become the best memory.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xueyao suddenly yawned, and her wrists began to feel sore, and the spine behind her was sore from sitting.

Fu Xueyao subconsciously wrinkled the facial features on her sore face, and subconsciously glanced at the emperor. Fortunately, the emperor did not see her such an undignified appearance, so Fu Xueyao was relieved.

Putting down the little hand that was grinding the ink, Fu Xueyao changed her other hand and continued grinding the ink.

After one yawn, a second, a third followed—

(End of this chapter)