Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 863 Huanbi 7

"Get up." His voice was gentle, yet contained a hint of unquestionable pressure, yet was unexpectedly soft.

"I brought you here so that you can spend some time with me. Don't be so polite and don't be afraid to speak."

Huanbi's heart trembled, and when she raised her face, her eyes were slightly moist, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, but she tightly restrained all excessive emotions and responded respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She leaned forward, stood up, lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and stood by without saying a word. The bright candlelight cast a soft light on her fair face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, making people feel that she was as fragile as new leaves on spring branches.

Yinzhen's heart moved slightly, and he moved closer to her. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look up and meet her fearful eyes.

Her eyes were wet, trembling like a fawn being caught, but with a hint of stubbornness and forbearance. A barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes, and he knew that the heart of such a beautiful woman was definitely not ordinary.

"What?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Am I so scary that I dare not even let you look at me?"

Huanbi shuddered, pursed her lips and shook her head gently, whispering: "Why does Your Majesty say that? I dare not overstep my bounds, but I am afraid... afraid of making Your Majesty unhappy, so I was so nervous and reserved just now."

Yinzhen looked at her intently for a moment, and stroked her jade-like chin with his fingertips, his eyes deep: "You are quite clever, you know how to speak to please me."

Huanbi was slightly startled when she heard this, and quickly lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I am only telling the truth. If Your Majesty can have some pity on me, it would be a great grace for me."

When Yinzhen heard the soft whisper, he felt as if his heartstrings were gently plucked.

He loosened his hand, retracted his gaze, took the rosewood chair by the window and sat down, lowered his head and stroked the armrest, with the corner of his lips raised in an almost invisible arc.

"In that case, would you like to stay with me for a little longer?"

Huanbi's heart was shocked. These words clearly concealed an unknown deep meaning. She bowed her head and knelt down, saying, "I am willing. As long as the emperor does not mind my clumsiness, I will serve you wholeheartedly--"

However, before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yinzhen. He glanced at her and smiled slightly: "Never mind, you are very good at talking."

He gently placed the teacup in his hand back on the table: "However, I don't like such empty formalities. Huanbi, what I like about you is not your status, intelligence, or these words-"

His eyes suddenly darkened, and there was a bit more sharp inquiry in his eyes, but also a touch of tenderness: "It's the stubbornness in your bones, that unique resilience, do you understand?"

Yinzhen shifted his gaze slightly, feeling a vague sense of discomfort in his heart, as if something had poked the most secret corner of his heart.

He had to admit that his emotional fluctuations at this moment were partly due to the appearance of the woman in front of him. Her delicate but clever appearance was impossible to ignore. He coughed lightly with a guilty conscience and secretly blamed himself - he was tempted by her beauty after all.

Yinzhen reviewed the memorials, frowning and relaxing at times. The pile of memorials on the dragon table looked like a small mountain, showing the emperor's busy schedule. Huanbi stood aside with her hands hanging down, not daring to make a sound, and only dared to glance at Yinzhen from the corner of her eye occasionally.

Her feet had long been numb under the embroidered shoes, but she didn't dare move at all, so she could only secretly tiptoe to try to relieve the soreness.

This subtle movement naturally did not escape Yinzhen's eyes.

He put down the red brush and looked up at Huanbi. He saw that her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, her pink lips were tightly pursed, and she looked like she was trying hard to suppress her discomfort. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

"Are your feet numb?" he asked, with a hint of joking in his tone.

Huanbi trembled and knelt down quickly: "I dare not."

"Get up." Yinzhen said calmly, "I am not a tiger, why should I be so trembling with fear?"

Huanbi then stood up, but did not dare to look directly at the emperor.

Seeing her so reserved, Yinzhen felt more eager to tease her. "I remember that you were not like this when you were with Huanhuan before."

Huanbi's heart skipped a beat. Was the emperor testing her? She spoke carefully, "Now that I have received the emperor's grace, I must be more cautious."

"Cautious?" Yinzhen chuckled. "You look scared to me."

Huanbi bit her lip and dared not refute. She was indeed afraid, afraid of this sudden favor, afraid of the harem's open and secret attacks, and even more afraid that the emperor was just in a whim for her.

Yinzhen sighed and stopped making things difficult for her. He pointed to the inkstone on the corner of the dragon table and said, "Come here and grind ink for me."

Huanbi walked over with her eyebrows lowered, picked up the ink stick, and ground it gently and carefully. The black ink slowly spread in the inkstone, just like her mood at the moment, deep and unfathomable.

The hall was silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of the ink stick rubbing against the inkstone, which seemed to strike Huanbi's heart again and again.

She secretly raised her eyes and looked at Yinzhen. He was concentrating on reviewing the memorials, his sword-like eyebrows slightly knitted, his thin lips tightly pursed, and he exuded the majesty of an emperor.

But Huanbi felt that at this moment, he did not seem so superior, but instead revealed a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

This tiredness made Huanbi feel strange. She remembered what Zhen Huan once said: the emperor seemed to be in great glory, but in fact he was lonely in his heart and no one could understand him.

Huanbi ground the ink even more gently, fearing to disturb Yinzhen. She thought of her humble origins and the years she had been so cautious around Zhen Huan, and a trace of sadness welled up in her heart.

After reviewing several memorials, Yinzhen put down his red brush and rubbed his brows. He caught a glimpse of Huanbi, who was lowering her head and grinding ink carefully. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, making her look particularly gentle and lovely.

Yinzhen looked at Huanbi's focused look and muttered to himself: Is this girl stupid? It's been so long, aren't her hands sore?

He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, then laughed lightly at himself, thinking that he would be distracted by such a small matter.

When Huanbi heard the laughter, the ink stick in her hand almost slipped, and she raised her eyes slightly to look over. She saw Yinzhen leaning on the back of the chair, his long arms casually resting on the armrests. Even though there was some fatigue between his eyebrows, the calm and majestic manner that he inadvertently revealed still shocked people.

Somehow, Huanbi's heart tightened inexplicably, her fingers trembled slightly, and the ink stick almost made a sound in the inkstone.

Yinzhen naturally saw everything, glanced at her, and raised a playful smile on his lips: "This is not how ink is ground. How did you serve Huanhuan before, being so stupid?"

After hearing this, Huanbi paused, unable to wrap her mind around it. Was the emperor blaming her? Or was he just joking?

Yinzhen caught a glimpse of Huanbi's stiff appearance, and a trace of helplessness and amusement flashed through his heart.