Chapter 829 A Qualified Letter

Xinbao looked at him with big eyes.

Yan Shirong said solemnly: "In front of friends who are not close, we must be very polite and considerate; but in front of our own people, we will relax and be more real... This way they will feel close, this is what we have. treatment. And recruiting useful talents to become one's own, this is what Ye Ye said about the way of imperial servants."

Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

Xinbao obviously listened, and thought about it seriously: "But would someone really like... a ridiculous boss?"

puff.

Yan Shirong still said very seriously: "What's ridiculous? Where is it ridiculous? If it's time, if he bites his tongue while eating, do you think it's ridiculous?"

Xinbao thought for a while, "It's kind of ridiculous."

Yan Shirong: "..."

Well, he was about to say that although it is a bit ridiculous, it is also very cute...

Xinbao said again: "I'm also a little stupid."

She added: "But Xinbao won't dislike him because of this."

Yan Shirong had no choice but to say: "Hua Shi has grown up, Xinbao can't, Xinbao will only make people feel cute like this. Xinbao, you have to understand that if you just want to be respected, then status is enough... ...And if you want to convince people, medical skills are enough. It is enough for a person to have this one thing, not to mention that Xinbao has status, Yeye's love, and medical skills that no one in the world can match. "Right" way, other than that, such as what Xinbao likes to eat, drink, play and play, and what Xinbao is not good at, these are all small things, and it doesn't matter at all."

Xinbao nodded silently, and scratched her little hands sadly: "It's already like this, there's nothing I can do, I can only comfort myself like this."

Yan Shirong: "..."

It's getting worse and worse.

Fang Wuyou carefully asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the imperial physician is waiting."

Xinbao sat up straight vigilantly, shrank his calf and legs, trying to hide under Yeye's legs, but when he touched it, he hissed in pain, holding back tears and said: "What, what imperial physician? What is the imperial physician doing? "

She clutched her calf: "Xinbao is fine!!"

Emperor Ming Pei was really speechless.

He waved Fang Wuyou down, complaining to Yan Shirong: "The face of my little princess is much more valuable than my face! I have sat on the throne all my life, and I have never claimed a famous name in my life! I don't have to do business. A table! You need a majestic tablecloth! You don’t dare to call an imperial doctor if you’re injured!”

Yan Shirong said with a smile: "Xinbao is still too young to experience well."

"That's right," Xinbao said, "Yeah, it's true... the real emperor is a romantic man, and Xinbao is a broken broom that he cherishes himself."

Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

Although the old broom is just a broken broom, why is it so weird when you say that? ?

Yan Shirong smiled and said, "Then are we going to discuss today?"

"Forget it," Xinbao waved his hand: "Xinbao is not free today, and Xinbao is injured. I need to write to my wife to tell him that I won't be free until the day after tomorrow."

Yan Shirong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Write a letter for two days?"

"No," Xinbao said, "The time is too short, I'm afraid Mr. Gan won't forget it."

That's fine, Yan Shirong ordered the little eunuch to let Gan Baibi go first.

Xinbao asked someone to prepare a pen and ink, stood up... and fell back again with a groan, his leg hurt so badly.

Even Yan Qingshan couldn't hold back, stood up, rolled up her trouser legs, and looked carefully, "Why is it so serious?"

The fall of this leg was indeed more serious than expected. After all, he stepped on the air and slid down, and his calf hit the horizontal bar, so relying on the lightness of his body, if he was an adult, his leg would be broken.

Xinbao's painful little face turned pale: "I want ice, apply ice."

Fang Wuyou was an old waiter, and had already asked someone to get the ice, but before he finished speaking, Hua Shuang came over with an ice bag, Yan Qingshan took it, and wrapped her calves with one hand. Put them together and apply it to her personally.

Emperor Ming Pei asked her, "Does your butt still hurt?"

Xinbao shook her head in embarrassment, and said in a small voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Xinbao nodded: "Yeah."

While stretching out his hand for the pen and ink behind him, Emperor Ming Pei said: "What's the rush to write a letter, can't I write it tomorrow?"

Tuanzi said: "But Xinbao has an inspiration right now."

Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

So angry.

But looking at Xiao Tuanzi's pitiful red nose and red eyes, he couldn't lose his temper.

Yan Qingshan was very calm, and said: "Let the second brother write."

Xinbao hesitated for a moment: "Can brother write Xinbao's font?"

The font of Xinbao... Yan Shirong can only say: "Yes!!"

He wrote a few words to find his feeling, and then changed the paper again and started writing.

Xinbao said: "Honey, Xinbao fell on his leg today..."

She was nagging, and finally finished speaking, and then took it over to read, it really looks like what she wrote, and it is also the big style of her writing, it is not teeny, it is exactly the same! ! Even she can't tell the difference!

Xinbao nodded in satisfaction.

Now there is one last step left.

Xinbao slapped her leg hard.

As a result, she forgot that her father was applying ice to her at this moment, and suddenly photographed the back of her father's hand.

Her small energy has no effect on Yan Qingshan at all, Yan Qingshan's hands are very steady, motionless: "Xinbao?"

Xinbao paused for a moment, and twisted her little butt on Yeye's lap again.

But the little butt really doesn't hurt much...

Xinbao thought for a while, and said to himself: "Well, why make things difficult for yourself, how can a white lie be called a lie?"

She managed to convince herself, so while talking, she put her hands into the teacup, dipped some tea in it, and sprinkled it on the letter paper!

Three men, old, middle-aged and young: "...???"

Even Yan Shirong didn't recover for a moment: "Xinbao? What are you doing?"

Xinbao glanced at him: "Why don't you even understand this, it's tears!!"

Yan Shirong silently supported his forehead: "...tears, tear stains??"

Xinbao nodded confidently.

Her vague memory can also be distilled to the essence!

In the operas of later generations, which letter has no tears on it?

A letter without tear stains is not a qualified letter at all! The one with a lot less lens! !

With tear stains, it is possible to take pictures from the long eyelashes to the fingers and then take a close-up of the smudged handwriting... This is a valuable routine!

After a while, Emperor Ming Pei said slowly: "Learn a bit, Rong'er, it may be useful in the future."

Yan Shirong: "..."

Yan Bachelor Shi Rong handed over the letter with a complicated expression.

How could his cute and cute little sister do such a thing? It must be Yuan Shenjue who led her... right?

Xinbao's calf was sent out the next morning, and he couldn't walk, so he finally cried a little.

Seeing that the green ones were turning purple, Emperor Ming Pei felt very distressed, and asked someone to make two special tables and matching chairs for her, one was placed in Chengqian Palace, and the other was placed in Qianqing Palace.

The tables were all made according to Xinbao's height, regardless of the tables and chairs, they were all made in an incomparably majestic way. In fact, they were all lined with thick cotton cushions, the kind that wouldn't hurt your head if you touched them.

There are also two special places for feet to sit on the chair, which is so solid that two people can lift it, ensuring that this kind of problem will never happen again.

And not only that, because Hao Huashi slipped out to play, so Xinbao fell. Although this incident has nothing to do with Hao Huashi, Emperor Ming Pei still took his waist card and asked him to guard it every day in the palace. Heart treasure.

Hao Huashi didn't care if he could go out of the palace, anyway, he had friends everywhere, and they could chat with each other.

Besides, the little master was injured, he also felt very guilty, so he guarded the little master very attentively, hugging the little master for a while, carrying it on the back for a while, and occasionally sitting on the shoulder chariot.