MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 829 a qualified letter

  Chapter 829 A qualifying 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, which is what we have. Remuneration. 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?"

   Poof.

  Yan Shirong still said very seriously: "What's ridiculous? Where is it ridiculous? If it takes 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 it's kind of funny, but it's also 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 knowledge is 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. These are all" Zheng'tu, other than that, such as what Xinbao likes to eat, drink and play, or what Xinbao is not good at, these are all small things, and it doesn't matter at all."

  Xinbao nodded silently, scratching his 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 harder and harder to coax.

  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 man of nature, and Xinbao is a broken broom that he treasures 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?"

   "No more," Xinbao waved his hand: "Xinbao is not free today, and Xinbao is injured. I have 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 Lord Gan won't forget it."

  That's fine, Yan Shirong ordered the little **** 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 on 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. Because of his lightness, if he was an adult, his leg would break.

  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 **** still hurt?"

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

   "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

  Xinbao nodded: "Yes."

  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 Xiaotuanzi'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 could 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, 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 his leg hard.

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

  Her little vigor has no effect on Yan Qingshan at all, Yan Qingshan held his hands very steadily and remained motionless: "Xinbao?"

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

   But the little **** 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 speaking, 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 come back to his senses 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 refined to the essence!

  Which of the dramas of later generations has no tears on it?

  A letter without tears 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 might be useful in the future."

  Yan Shirong: "..."

  Yan·Bachelor·Shirong handed over the letter to others with a complicated expression on his face.

  How could his cute and cute sister do this kind of operation? Yuan Shenjue must have spoiled 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 was very distressed, and asked someone to make two tables and matching chairs for her. One was placed in Chengqian Palace and the other was placed in Qianqing Palace.

  The tables are all made according to Xinbao's height. Regardless of the table and chairs, they are all made of incomparable majesty. In fact, they are all lined with thick cotton cushions, the kind that won't hurt your head when you touch them.

  There are also two special places for the 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 doesn't care if he can go out of the palace, anyway, he has friends everywhere, and they can chat with each other.

  Besides, he also felt very guilty about the injury of the little master, 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.

  (end of this chapter)