LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Hibiscus quickly took what Zhong Qing wanted.

Zhongqing held the pen and painted the scenery in front of her bit by bit.

Hibiscus looked at her in amazement: The empress has never shown such talent before.

Zhong Qing is in good condition today, and the picture of the mandarin ducks playing in the water was completed in one go without any stagnation.

After she finished painting, she looked at it for a moment and felt that something was missing.

After thinking about it, I picked up my pen and added two lines of poetry in the blank space.

Mu Jin looked a little strange: "Mother, I remember your calligraphy, doesn't it seem like this?"

She had seen Zhong Qing copying Buddhist scriptures before, and his handwriting was straight and beautiful. Although he had a faint sense of character, it was completely different from the sharp edge he displayed now.

Mu Jin did not study calligraphy. She just felt that when she looked at the two lines of "Queen's Empress", she always felt that there was an aura of killing and indescribable domination between the lines.

Zhong Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at the paper on the table.

When she was still in the first world, because she had to teach Yan Yue, she learned this calligraphy through systematic semi-forced semi-indoctrination.

After all, you are teaching the king of a country, so naturally you can't be too stingy.

When she copied Buddhist scriptures for the Queen Mother, it was naturally impossible for her to write like that.

The willow style writing is just a pretense of elegance.

Zhong Qing smiled: "I have learned several fonts since I was a child. Is there anything strange about this?"

She suddenly remembered something, her heart moved, and she handed the painting to Hibiscus.

"I haven't finished this painting yet. You can burn it for me later."

Hibiscus was a little confused, took the painting, rolled it up carefully, and put it in your sleeve.

The master and servant were sitting and chatting slowly when they suddenly saw something above their heads.

Zhongqing looked up and saw a colorful kite.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is the palace allowed to fly kites freely now?"

Mu Jin thought for a while and said: "Maybe the master of some palace was playing with it in his own palace, and it flew away accidentally."

If you dare to fly a kite outside, you are extremely bold.

As Mu Jin said that, he saw that the string of the kite seemed to be torn off, and it staggered and fell directly towards the yard where he was.

"Oh." Hibiscus looked at the exquisitely crafted kite on the ground, "I don't know which palace it is from."

Zhong Qing glanced down and said, "If you are determined, you can always find it."

Mu Jin thought about it. People in Huangyi Palace didn't have to go out of their way to return kites to others.

After sitting for a while, the wind picked up a bit. Even though she was wearing a thick cloak, Zhong Qing felt the cool wind getting into her body.

She sighed, thinking that this body was really in ruins.

"Hibiscus, go back."

Mu Jin sighed and supported Zhong Qing back to the palace.

Zhongqing didn't want to lie down on the bed, so she sat on the chair.

Mu Jin held the storybook as usual and wanted to read it to her. Zhongqing shook her head and said, "I can just read it myself today."

She was in a rare good spirit, and she didn't need to ask Mu Jin to read it if she could see it by herself.

Mu Jin stood aside quietly and watched. Suddenly, a palace official came in from outside. He saw that the place was very quiet and did not dare to speak for a while.

Mu Jin looked at Zhong Qing without raising her head and walked to the side. The palace man whispered something, and Mu Jin let her go down.

"Empress, that kite belongs to Duanhe Palace." Mu Jin whispered.

"Duanhe Palace." Zhong Qing thought of Concubine Xu Hui who was innocently poisoned.

"Is someone coming from Duanhe Palace?"