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But what Zhao Ji didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, Liu Tanxin quickly posted:

"If that's not the case, then why are the officials trying to evade it?"

At this moment, Zhao Ji's heart was really in chaos.

But in the desperate situation, it made him a little anxious before he came.

Although Zhao Ji is not willing to act.

But there are many times, if you don't act, you really can't make it.

But when he saw Zhao Ji, he first glanced at Liu Tanxin helplessly.

Then he shook his head and sighed:

"Actually, there are some things, and they are not what you see, Queen."

"The reason why I don't want to write a poem for you now is because I want to give you a big surprise in the future so that you can be happy."

"Since the Queen insists on doing this now, how can I bear to refuse?"

Liu Tanxin smiled.

The tears that were still in the circles of his eyes also flowed down at this moment, quite unsatisfactorily.

Zhao Ji looked at the lovely lady in front of him who was so beautiful, with the fragrance of roses lingering around her side, and who was crying and laughing all the time.

In my heart, I felt really helpless and pity.

After slowly reaching out his hand, he gently wiped away the tears still on Liu Tanxin's cheek:

"You, as the master of the harem, how can you cry whenever you want?"

"Look, your beautiful makeup has been put on by crying."

Facing Zhao Ji's gentle treatment, Liu Tanxin felt extremely grateful.

But when she felt Zhao Ji's extremely gentle gaze, she still didn't let go of her previous obsession:

"Aren't the officials angry with me for being like this?"

"If the official had already agreed to my concubine just now, how could I do this?"

Zhao Ji looked at the beauty sitting next to him with a loving look on his face:

"Don't worry, today, you will definitely get your wish."

"Maybe I'll even give you a big surprise by the way."

After Zhao Ji said this, he pushed the writing brush placed next to the rice paper to the side of the desk.

But his actions couldn't help but arouse Liu Tanxin's confusion:

"Guan Jia, next you have to write poems for my concubines."

"Then why are you pushing this brush aside at this moment?"

"If officials don't use brushes to write, how can they become poems?"

Zhao Ji smiled mysteriously.

Then he stretched out his finger and gently scraped the tip of Liu Tanxin's jade-like nose.

It attracts beautiful women and makes them jealous:

"Queen, who am I? I am the lord of the world!"

"The most capable person in our Song Dynasty!"

"Even so, can't we write poems and paintings without using a brush?"

"I think back then, when I wrote poems and paintings for the other concubines in the harem, I used all brushes."

"But when I wrote poetry today, I didn't use a brush."

"Because only in this way can you bring out your excellence and noble status, Queen, what do you think?"

At this time, Liu Tanxin frowned more and more as she thought about it, and became more puzzled.

Because she really couldn't figure out how to write this poem if Zhao Ji didn't use a writing brush next.

Is it possible that I still want to say it to her in vain?

Just when Liu Tanxin had no clue, Zhao Ji slowly stood up and walked to the door.

Then he opened the door gently and called Eunuch Sheng who was waiting not far away:

"Xiao Shengzi."

"Go to the imperial kitchen and get me a piece of charcoal as thick as your thumb and as long as your palm."

"I am useful."

Although Eunuch Sheng was quite puzzled by Zhao Ji's order.

But in just the blink of an eye, he quickly walked towards the imperial dining room.

When Zhao Ji sat back on the dragon throne again.

Liu Tanxin asked in confusion:

"Guanjia, all you had to do was sit on the dragon chair, call Eunuch Sheng outside the door, and then give him instructions."

"Why go to the door in person and call Eunuch Sheng?"

When Zhao Ji looked at Liu Tanxin, his face showed a hint of helplessness.

The eyes are full of tenderness:

"You think I don't want to?"

"Once Xiao Shengzi comes in, he will definitely see the empress, the queen of the world, crying like this at this moment."

"Then Queen, how can you have the authority to command the harem in the future?"

Liu Tanxin was stunned for a moment.

Then, it seemed as if he thought of something.

He quickly got up and ran to the bronze mirror next to him.

One look at it immediately startled her.

Originally, before Liu Tanxin left Kunning Palace, she would do her makeup in front of the bronze mirror with several personal maids taking care of her.

But now?

Liu Tanxin just cried a few times, and her tears had already stained the makeup on her face.

At this moment, the makeup on her face looked like a little cat.

Liu Tanxin stared blankly at herself in the bronze mirror. After being stunned for a while, she let out a soft cry and hurried to the inner room to wash her little face.

When she came back, Eunuch Sheng had already brought the carbon rods Zhao Ji needed.

At this moment, Liu Tanxin was wearing no makeup.

But when Zhao Ji looked at her, he didn't realize that she had some flaws in her appearance.

On the contrary, I feel that its beauty is unparalleled and its youthfulness is peerless:

"If I had known earlier, Queen, you are still so beautiful even if you take off your makeup."

"Then why should I go around provoking famous prostitutes?"

"Stay in the palace with peace of mind and just look at you quietly, Queen, and I feel extremely satisfied."

Liu Tanxin glanced at Zhao Ji with secret joy:

"Just say things that have nothing to do with the matter!"

"I, my concubine, are still waiting for the official masterpiece!"

"Is it possible that the official wants to use this carbon rod in his hand to write poems for his concubine?"

Faced with such a question, Zhao Ji did not answer immediately.

Instead, he smiled mysteriously.

But seeing Zhao Ji, he first took the carbon rod in his hand and found an uneven wall in the house.

He held the carbon rod and kept polishing it.

The original carbon rod was much thicker than an adult's thumb.

However, after half an hour of polishing by Zhao Ji, its thickness was already thinner than a human's little finger.

Liu Tanxin looked at the carbon rod that was thin at the front and thick at the back in Zhao Ji's hand.

His face was full of confusion.

At this moment, he wanted to ask out loud, but he was worried about disturbing Zhao Ji's poem-writing ideas.

So, he could only stand quietly and enjoy Zhao Ji's wonderful performance.

But seeing Zhao Ji, he first took inkstones and other objects from the left and right sides and pressed them on the four corners of the rice paper.

Then, holding the carbon rod in his right hand, he quickly drew on the white rice paper.

The moment the charcoal stick, which is quite hard in texture, comes into contact with the white rice paper.

Pieces of light black marks were left accordingly.

And the layers are distinct and the outline is clear.

Liu Tanxin, who was standing on one side, was secretly surprised.