Asked, he said with his ears: "Criminal Master, this morning, Manager Ma came to find Han Zhenge, and Liu Xiaowan quietly walked around and listened. Manager Ma seemed to be asking Han Zhenge what happened. His voice was quite small, and he couldn't hear clearly. But Han Zhenge kept lowering his head, saying he didn't know, and said, "I haven't seen the princess in the room," Manager Ma said a few more words before leaving."
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Sheng Minglin raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that these people were quite impatient.
However, yesterday, Han Zhenge clearly saw Zhuzhu, but said he didn't meet, so Han Zhenge and them were indeed not united.
He thought for a moment and looked back at Chen Lingjue.
Chen Lingjue would also disguise himself, but he was not good at this, so he simply went to Qin Jiangbai.
Qin Jiangbai's body must be stronger than Han Zhengge, but he is not conspicuous when wearing an apron or something.
So when Zhuzhu got up and made the dough man, he asked Qin Jiangbai to come and observe it, and learned all kinds of expressions and voices. The next day, he asked someone to tune Han Zhenge out early and then change to Qin. Jiang Bai passed by.
As a result, no one came all morning.
Sheng Minglin was not in a hurry, and he still did the same thing the next day.
Han Zhenge didn't notice it because the reason for asking him to come out was that it was almost August 15th, so he asked him to draw mooncakes so that the craftsmen could make molds.
He was painting seriously.
Although Han Zhenge has not learned to draw seriously, his hands are very stable, his patterns are very exquisite and unique.
And on the other side,
Qin Jiangbai was sitting in Han Zhenge's house, and someone rushed over quickly and came in without knocking on the door. It was Manager Ma.
Qin Jiangbai looked shocked, looked up at him, and pretended to look out the window.
Manager Ma's voice was very quiet and said, "Don't worry, I saw no one, how are you doing?"
Qin Jiangbai was not nervous, so he lowered his head.
Manager Ma whispered to him: "What the madam does, it's all for you, why are you still getting angry? This matter seems to be a trivial matter, but it is a big deal. You can't make a fuss at this time... Besides, you don’t have to do anything. You just need to see what the prince’s relationship with his family is.”
Qin Jiangbai suddenly realized.
After polishing the rocks for a while, he learned Han Zhenge's expression and said softly: "Criminal, it seems that it is not good to the little princess! It is excellent when it is human, but once there is no one, it seems to be a little impatient. There seems to be something wrong with the princess...but I have never met you with the prince."
"Oh?" Manager Ma said: "Really? He has a bad relationship with the little princess and Princess Duan?"
Qin Jiangbai said: "It's not bad, it looks pretty good, but sometimes, when they are alone, the prince always lets the little princess play by himself, and sometimes his expression makes me feel a little Scared, the little princess is still so small..."
Manager Ma seemed to believe it and nodded, "Okay, then you should pay attention to it in the future, do you know? I'm leaving!"
Qin Jiangbai lowered his head and refused to answer.
Manager Ma pushed open the door, looked around, and then walked quickly.
The Jinyiwei, who had been hiding in the dark, followed quietly.
Manager Ma doesn’t know how to do it, and he doesn’t leave quickly, and he behaves very normally after he goes back.
It was not until noon that he told the housekeeper that he went home to have a meal. When he arrived at his house, he wrote a few notes and tied them to the feet of a carrier pigeon one by one.
Nowadays, there are usually several carrier pigeons, or even dozens of them. The Jinyiwei quickly robbed one, with only a few words on it: "Brother Fu, the persimmon is ripe, come back quickly."
The note soon came to Sheng Minglin.
Qin Jiangbai smiled at the sight and called him: "Permaceutical? Persimmon?"
Sheng Minglin was not willing to be outdone and called him: "Madam, Madam?"
Qin Jiangbai was also happy.
This note looks homely, but based on the previous various things, it is easy to guess.
Madam, the prince can be used, and can be won over.
Sheng Minglin smiled and said, "It seems that someone is coming to the door. Hurry up, I can't wait."
Qin Jiangbai also said: "When I hear the word 'Madam', I can only think of one person. So, is Han Zhenge also one of the 'godsons'?"
Sheng Minglin said: "Is that true? You'll know if it's a try."
He had asked his father two days ago. After his father told Jie Ji'an, he went to visit him last night.
Xie Ji'an read the notice he wrote, and heard him say his thoughts, and then smiled and said to him directly: "For the people, you don't have to care what the literati think. The notices of the court should be straightforward and simple, concise.
, have clear goals, never think about everything."
These words can be called a person who wakes up from his dream.
Yes, this is an official notice, not a literati show off her talents, this is not an article, but a tool, so don’t worry about how the literati thinks, you just need to achieve your goal to the greatest extent.
Looking back at the Anmin notice, I really have no idle words, but my writing style is simple... Of course, Jie Ji'an is not without talent, but he will not show his talent in inappropriate times.
Sheng Minglin was enlightened, so he rewritten it again in front of Jie Ji'an.
Xie Ji'an smiled after seeing it and said, "That's right. You have such a mind and achievements that are limitless at such a young age."
Sheng Minglin was still a little ashamed, after all, he felt that he was not actually a young man.
But then again, the captain's documents have been issued everywhere, and his notice has been issued together. He asked someone to take a copy and put it on the table.
Zhuzhu woke up in the afternoon and asked him to make noodles as usual.
Then Han Zhenge happily called the mooncake mold he drew Zhuzhu.
He drew several kinds, such as Zhuzhu practicing martial arts, Zhuzhu reading books, Zhuzhu eating... Such small scenes are also accompanied by scenes such as trees, moons, and pavilions, which look like a picture.
Like a scroll, cute and beautiful.
The dumpling exclaimed: "It looks so delicious!"
"Yes," Han Zhenge said: "At that time, I will apply a little sugar here, the color will be slightly darker, and it is yellow here. These fruits are made of dried fruits, which are delicious and not greasy..."
Duanzi salied: "Okay."
Huo Chenzhao couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Did you draw this tree?"
Han Zhenge said embarrassedly: "It was drawn from the painting given by Mr. Huo, but the mooncakes are small, so the painting is smaller."
Huo Chenzhao nodded and smiled, "You are extremely talented."
This is not only about drawing a big tree, but also about drawing it smaller, but also ensuring the coordination of the entire picture. He obviously hasn't learned it at all, and it all depends on instinct. It's really a rare thing to draw it.
talent.
Sheng Minglin was looking at the painting on the surface, but from the corner of his eyes, he kept paying attention to Han Zhenge's actions.
The captain's document was on the table, under his mooncake mold. According to his literary habits, there was something with words on the table, and he had to pick it up and look at whatever he said, but Han Zhenge kept pointing out.
He put the painting on the explanation to Zhuzhu, but his eyes were not slanted halfway, and he didn't pay any attention at all.
Fortunately, as the two of them were talking, they said Zhuzhu was greedy, so they picked up the paper and looked at it. Then Han Zhenge saw the portrait on the Captain's document at a glance.
The portrait was drawn according to the description of the two people, and it was also specifically stated on the portrait that it had gray hair and beautiful face, and it looked about about 40 years old. It was said that it looked quite similar.
Judging from Han Zhenge's face, he should be quite similar.
Han Zhenge was literate. Although he didn't have much, he was stuttering. He also read the notice written by Sheng Minglin and his face turned pale.
Tuanzi held the paper and looked at it for a long time, and said to him: "Let's make Korean wine in the afternoon!"
Chapter completed!