"After the baking is completed, put the ink ingot into the snow water melted with purple gold powder, and fish it out after three days. This purple gold sandalwood ink, which has been painstakingly made through multiple processes, is a unique treasure among all inks!"
Bei Mingyue ended her words with a sneer, "I wonder if the emperor has ever heard of such a complicated ink-making process?"
Emperor Jing looked at her, the anxiety on his face had slowly faded away, replaced by indifference and vigilance, "I haven't heard of it, so what?"
"No! Haha, no!"
Bei Mingyue's voice was sarcastic, "But the daughter of the people overestimated the emperor. Unexpectedly, the emperor is so knowledgeable that he has never heard of such a process. The daughter of the people made the emperor laugh!"
Xicheng Jue frowned, Bei Mingyue's mood was obviously not right, but she just didn't want to marry him, but now seeing her attitude towards Emperor Jing, something seemed not right...
Is it possible that there is some other message in what she just said?
Thinking of Emperor Jing's unusual reaction just now, Xicheng Jue secretly kept an eye on it. With a move of his finger, someone quietly retreated where no one could see it, to carry out his master's order.
"Well, since you, a woman, don't want to show yourself to others, I won't force you. If you come up here, I want you to grind ink, and I'll use the purple gold sandalwood ink you just presented me!"
Bei Mingyue stepped forward in response, but did not take the ink ink in Emperor Jing's hand. Instead, she took out an identical ink ingot from her body and gently ground it on an inkstone filled with water.
The delicate ink color came out evenly. Emperor Jing took up the brush and glanced at Bei Mingyue. Then he filled the thick ink with a complicated mood and wrote the first stroke on the gold-sprinkled rice paper.
Bei Mingyue held on to the ink, circling it evenly on the inkstone, and her eyes fell on Xicheng Jue's side.
Bei Mingxue, dressed in a phoenix crown, was standing there with a red hijab on her head. She was obviously the most eye-catching bride, but now she seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. No one asked for the "Bright Moon Princess" to be unveiled.
After bidding farewell to Emperor Gaga with a hijab, no one dared to wonder why Princess Jiaoyue was not like princesses from other countries, who had to pay homage in her own country first even if she was to marry in another country. Instead, she was sent away in a hurry?
The corners of Bei Mingyue's lips curled up slightly, and her tone was light and unintentional, "It is rumored that Princess Jiaoyue is extremely talented and beautiful, knows books and knows etiquette, but today it was an eye-opener. I didn't expect that the rumors were also wrong. Jiaoyue was supposed to be paying respect to her elders.
Princess Yue did not take off her hijab to pay homage to the emperor. This is true, haha..."
Bei Mingyue's tone was very aggressive. Emperor Jing frowned as if he was displeased, but he did not comment on her words, as if he had not heard them at all. He was still concentrating on writing. However, Xicheng Jue saw her motive, smiled faintly, and looked sideways.
She spoke to "Princess Jiaoyue" who was wearing a wedding dress next to her, with a warm tone, but her eyes were filled with cruel death, "Jiaoyue, why don't you pay homage to your father today or take off your hijab? This is against common sense."
"Princess Jiaoyue" was quiet and didn't speak, and she didn't see any movement. It seemed that she didn't pay attention to Xicheng Jue's words at all. But Bei Mingyue looked through the white gauze from the main hall and had already seen everything clearly.
Clearly.
Bei Mingxue, who was pretending to be her, was not as calm as she appeared. Her legs were trembling all the time. She was probably extremely afraid that she would be exposed. I was afraid that if Xicheng Jue's tone was harsher and she yelled a few words,