Before anyone came, Lu Qingshan was wandering around in the imperial study room.

There is a desk beside An Zhuo.

There are several sheets of rice paper spread out on the desk, and a writing brush is placed in an inkstone like a thin raft in a clear pool, soaked in ink.

There are also several brushes placed on the pen stand beside it.

From paper to pen, ink to inkstone, without exception, they are all precious tributes.

Apparently, this should be Qin Yitian's desk specially used for writing.

Lu Qingshan became interested and walked around to the desk.

On the fine-grained rice paper, there are seven vigorous characters written in wet ink.

"The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is blowing."

"The handwriting is quite good, and has the style of everyone." Lu Qingshan thought, and discovered a skill in Qin Yitian that he had never known about.

At this moment, the sound of gentle and light footsteps came to his ears.

somebody is coming.

.......

Outside the Imperial Study Room.

A woman wearing a gorgeous palace dress walked forward with light steps.

There were guards and maids accompanying him behind him.

The woman came to the imperial study room and was about to push the door open when she suddenly stopped as if she had discovered something.

When the guard behind him saw this scene, his expression tightened.

However, the woman quickly came to her senses and waved her hand, "You can wait outside the door."

"Yes!" the guards and maids responded quickly.

...

The door to the imperial study room was pushed open and closed again.

Qin Yitian walked in.

Lu Qingshan stood in front of the desk and looked at her quietly.

Qin Yitian looked at Lu Qingshan, who was standing in front of the desk and looking at him, who had been waiting for a long time, with a slight smile on his lips.

"You're back."

"I'm back," Lu Qingshan nodded, "You should know well that I have many questions that I want to know the answers to, and I need you to give me an explanation."
Chapter completed!