When the target of green tea is the heroine [Quick time travel]

When Shi Yin was in school, she was actually not considered a poor student. After all, she was smart, so she learned things quickly.

But this doesn't mean that Shiyin now has the same feelings as a scumbag, and even feels sleepy when she sees the densely packed characters.

If you are not a fan of ancient prose, or specialize in this area, it is really difficult to understand such obscure text, and you may not be able to break down sentences clearly, so the writing will be light and heavy for a while, and even your eyes will start to lose weight. Half-opened, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

In this case, it is obvious that you write it and forget it, which is completely contrary to Yu Qingzhi's original intention.

But she didn't give any pointers, she just asked Shi Yin to copy from scratch after she finished writing a piece of paper.

Time tone: "..."

She just felt that she was not well, and wanted to throw the brush in her hand several times. Even if Yu Qingzhi couldn't see her expression, she could roughly guess what she was thinking, so he reached out and held her hand holding the brush , Leading her to write stroke by stroke, without flipping through the book, but read out the contents accurately.

When she talked about the strategies and theories in the book, her tone was not cadenced, just like a slowly unfolding picture scroll, and she narrated it calmly, like rain and mist sprinkled on bamboo leaves, silently penetrating into every pore, making people even tell her what she said. If you are not interested in the content, you will subconsciously listen carefully.

So Shi Yin calmed down and listened quietly to her talking about the advantages and disadvantages of the policy, and the objections or approvals of the ministers of the DPRK and China after reading the policy, and carefully pointed out the positions of each minister, but Shi Yin But he didn't take it to heart.

Her level of storytelling is really not that good, with such a soft and ethereal tone, Shi Yin didn't even have the mind to pay attention to what she said. Apart from being soothed by the voice, she even felt so relaxed in such a voice that she wanted to sleep.

Shi Yin almost took her voice as a lullaby.

Yu Qingzhi didn't do anything violent about it, or yelled loudly, but just winked at his maid, then opened the porcelain bottle brought by the maid, and put it under Shi Yin's nose.

An irritating smell immediately hit his forehead, Shi Yin immediately turned his face away in a big reaction, his eyes were so smoked that tears fell from his eyes.

The smell in the porcelain bottle is not really a bad smell. If you want to describe it, it is a mixture of essential oils and cooling oils, and it is an enhanced version.

Before Shi Yin had time to get angry, Yu Qingzhi passed the porcelain bottle to the maid indifferently, and warned her casually like a kingfisher flicking water: "Listen carefully and write well."

Shiyin is rebellious, the more Yu Qingzhi said that, the more she didn't want to hear it, as if she was angry, it was fine if she wrote carelessly, and her eyes gradually fell on the hand holding her right hand.

Because of poor health, Yu Qingzhi is thinner than before, and the wrists exposed under the sleeves are too thin. It looks like the wrists can be folded with a little force, thin and slender The fingers are also like willows that can be shaken by the wind, but they don't have the powerlessness of ordinary people with physical weakness, but they are extraordinarily strong. Even if the font is slightly deformed when writing with a leading tone, you can still see The tenacity of "thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south".

She noticed that the scorching gaze fell on her hand, as if it was about to burn a hole, so people couldn't ignore it, Yu Qingzhi kept a calm face, ignored it, and helped her straighten it without haste The handwriting that cannot catch the eye is written little by little like this.

When the book was finally finished, the winking palace man brought over the meal cooked in the imperial dining room. The obvious food aroma shocked Shiyin, and he couldn't help speeding up. Seeing this, Yu Qingzhi, Only then let go.

After she made the last stroke, Yu Qingzhi casually asked her what was written in the strategy of a certain number one scholar, and what were the pros and cons.

Time tone: "..."

Seeing the answer but not answering, Yu Qingzhi changed the question again and asked her what attitude a certain minister had towards a certain policy.

After asking several questions like this repeatedly, she took a sip from the teacup leisurely, and told her calmly but firmly, to copy it again, and when she could answer it, she would go to eat.

Shi Yin wanted to cry, but her voice was as sweet as honey, and she said pitifully, "I'm hungry."

Yu Qingzhi held the teacup and smiled slightly: "The minister is hungry with His Majesty."

Shi Yin glanced at Yu Qingzhi's firm eyes that made it impossible to even bargain, turned back indignantly, picked up the fault with so much force that the ink on the rice paper came out deeply, as if venting his master's dissatisfaction .

It took more than half an hour to write this, and the memorials were piled up again in front of the desk, and the lights were lit, flickering and beating.

After a long time, Shi Yin flicked the pen with a sullen face, and the bamboo pen fell to the ground and jumped a few times, lying quietly on the ground.

The palace servants were startled by this movement, and they knelt down directly, thinking to themselves that the young emperor really regarded himself as the emperor?How dare you lose your temper!

Seeing this, Yu Qingzhi only twitched his brows, put aside the matter at hand for the time being and asked calmly.

This time, Shiyin is not unable to answer the questions. She is very smart, and she does not have a flash memory, but she only needs to read an article three or four times, and she can remember the general idea. She has never been unable to memorize books since childhood. She has been troubled, but even so, she seldom puts her heart into reciting it, wasting her talent.

After Yu Qingzhi finished asking, he didn't say whether he was satisfied or not, but said, "Go and eat."

Shi Yin immediately climbed down, leaving her only a back that gradually drifted away.

The maid asked in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, do you want me to massage for you?"

"No need."

There was no special expression on Yu Qingzhi's face. She stood up with her hands on the table. After sitting for a long time, her legs became numb and she couldn't use her strength. She slowed down for a while, walked over to pick up the brush on the ground and put it back before sitting down again. He went back and asked the maid to push him over.

Even if the royal meal avoids extravagance and waste as much as possible, it is still a big table, full of color, fragrance and taste. The only pity is that because of the delay for too long, there is no heat, so the picky Shiyin only stares at the meal Eyes, he didn't move his chopsticks.

Seeing this, Yu Qingzhi's eyes moved slightly: "Why don't you eat?"

Shi Yin felt aggrieved: "It's cold."

Yu Qingzhi took a sip and said, "Don't waste it." There was still some warmth left.

Shi Yin suddenly felt sad from his heart, as if seeing his own miserable future, tears rolled down immediately, feeling extremely wronged and pitiful.

Yu Qingzhi looked at her indifferently, then looked away lightly, and ate at a leisurely pace.

The maid next to her reminded her: "Your Majesty, these will be taken away after your lord finishes eating."

knock!

She picked up the chopsticks wearily.

Shi Yin felt that Yu Qingzhi would not be cruel enough to make her hungry, and she was still a child anyway, but she really wanted to eat, so under the pressure of desire, she decided to endure the humiliation for a while.

When she was almost done eating, Yu Qingzhi waved the food away, and the palace man brought a bowl of medicinal soup that had been boiled to a pitch black.

Shiyin: "...what is this?"

"Your Majesty, Master Shao doctor prescribed the medicine for you." The maid replied.

Shi Yin looked down, with rejection written all over her face, she looked at Yu Qingzhi, and Yu Qingzhi raised her eyes: "Hello?"

"...Let's add some candied fruit." Shi Yin had given up hope whether he would drink it or not.

Compared with Western medicine, Shi Yin is really not interested in Chinese medicine. After all, the former can be swallowed in one gulp, while the latter is a pain mask, and even the smell is offensive.

Yu Qingzhi glanced sideways at the maid, who bowed her head respectfully and said, "Master Shao said that you can't add anything to it, because it will affect the properties of the medicine."

So Yu Qingzhi nodded and said, "Then let's drink like this."

Shi Yin: "..." There are always people who want to harm me!

She really didn't want to drink it. From the original body's memory, Shi Yin already knew how bad this ancient medicine was. For physical health problems, whether to drink or not is just a matter of attitude, not a health problem.

So Shi Yin jumped off the chair directly, but was held down by someone the next second, and brought to Yu Qingzhi.

After several years of operation, the imperial palace has long been Yu Qingzhi's territory, and the palace people in front of him are quite winking.

Yu Qingzhi asked someone to hold her down and force her to open her mouth. This was not difficult for the maid beside her who knew a lot of martial arts. Shi Yin felt her jaw sore and couldn't close her mouth. Take a spoonful from the medicine bowl and put it into her mouth. The wide cuffs make her wrists thin and easy to break.

The sour, astringent, spicy and bitter taste made Shi Yin burst into tears. She has never eaten such a bad food since she grew up, not even the dark cuisine that a certain country made her insensitive to This unpalatable, unbearable taste even reached the stomach, like swallowing wood slag, making people feel nauseated, wishing to spit it out immediately, struggling so hard that even the palace servants almost didn't hold it down.

Yu Qingzhi hooked the strands of hair that were scattered around her ears due to struggle, sighed lightly, reached out to hug her up: after a pause, he said, "Drink with Your Majesty?"

Shi Yin still had a look of lovelessness on his face.

Yu Qingzhi looked at the eye medicine bowl, drank it in one sip with a calm face, and asked someone to bring it up again. Seeing this several times, the maid hesitated to speak, and then calmed down under her eyes.

Shi Yin curled her lips, pinched her nose, frowned and swallowed it, her whole face was wrinkled together, she grabbed her collar and cried, "That quack doctor must want to kill me!"

"Don't talk nonsense," Yu Qingzhi reached out and stroked her hair soothingly, fed the candied fruit into her mouth, and gently wiped away her tears, "A king should not joke."

Shi Yin retorted: "Who hasn't been deceived by the emperor who has no jokes?"

Yu Qingzhi's eyes moved slightly, and the minister said, "Then you want to follow suit?"

Time tone: "..."

Yu Qingzhi said: "What everyone is doing may not be right."

"Understood." Shi Yin replied wearily.

Yu Qingzhi glanced at her with downcast eyes, and asked someone to take her down, and then went back to deal with government affairs.