But if you want to be as relaxed and happy as you used to be in Pengfei Academy, you don't have to think about it at all.

It can only be regarded as a small prelude before being busy, no, as soon as Cui Changjian opened his eyes, he stretched lazily, lifted the curtain and took a look, "Oh, it's three poles in the sun, why do you sleep so dead?" Didn't anyone shout? ”

He hurriedly dressed, opened the door and saw that there were two little eunuchs waiting for him outside the door, and the waiting time was probably quite long, Cui Changjian saw that most of the paper bags under the feet of the two of them were full of melon seed shells.

"Third son, you are up, the minions are waiting for you to wash, and the little yellow father-in-law is still waiting for you to speak in the main hall." One of the little eunuchs, who was familiar with Cui Changjian, was talking with a smiling face and serving diligently.

Cui Changjian, the son of a wealthy family, will not disappoint the two of them, and the generous reward is enough to make the two of them show off for three or five days.

The three of them led all the way to the main hall, and before Qi Xuanhui went to the Hui Si Hall to serve the sick, he had already explained what he wanted to say and what he wanted to give.

Huang Ming waited for Cui Changjian, but he had been waiting for a while, at this time, although he was smiling and saying kind words, Cui Changjian could see that he was laughing at him and he was really sleeping well.

The two chatted and gossip, originally scheduled to come to Xinuan Pavilion, Huang Ming beckoned people to put a steaming breakfast, and waited for Cui Changjian to eat and drink enough, then waved his hand to send the eunuchs, and the palace maids went down.

He walked a few steps to the Duobaoge on the kang head, opened the cabinet door, and reached out to take out a small box inlaid with gold baskets inlaid with Baodian pearls and purple star nanmu double birds playing lotus.

Huang Ming glanced at Cui Changjian meaningfully, first put the box in his hand on the kang table carefully, and then unhurriedly, took out a letter from his arms, and presented it to Cui Changjian with both hands, "Third son, what our master told you is all written in it, you can take a closer look." ”

But seeing Cui Changjian tear open the envelope and look down carefully, Huang Ming turned around and went out to get one, a charcoal brazier with copper-gilt carved flowers and birds, and lightly placed it under Cui Changjian's feet.

Quietly waiting for Cui Changjian to finish reading, Huang Ming pressed his voice and asked, "Third son, can you watch it, remember it all?" ”

But seeing Cui Changjian's solemn jaw signal, this one handed over the fire fold and watched the letter with his own eyes, in Cui Changjian's hands, it was burned to ashes inside and out.

Huang Ming was still not at ease, so he picked up the copper handle and stirred it in the basin, stirring it into a pile of dregs, and then took it to the corner of the wall and put it aside.

When he came back, he put the dazzling small box on the kang table, presented it with both hands, and said softly: "Third prince, this is the prince of our family, please bring a little gift to Miss Cui Jiu, please take it." ”

"The master said before leaving, he asked you for three days off, so that you can take a breath and have a good rest."

Cui Changjian listened to him, and handed over the purse prepared in his arms, which contained a pair of round black pearls, which was not light.

Huang Ming took it with a smile, and when he put it in his sleeve pocket, he rubbed it with his hand, and he had a bottom in his heart, and the words that were already holding in his stomach were even more unbearable when he was stimulated by this valuable reward.

He obviously knew that to be a slave in the palace was to be deaf and dumb, but Huang Ming always felt that he was indifferent and indifferent to his master, Miss Jiu, and even Cui Changjian in front of him.

I always feel that when facing them, I can't help but forget my godfather's instructions and become extraordinarily emotional.

Huang Ming kneaded the pair of beads in his purse, thanks to the pearls, if it was the glass beads, they could be crushed by this one.

Cui Changjian also saw that Huang Ming wanted to speak and stopped, and he was shouting with himself.

He was used to seeing Huang Ming's recent arrival, and he really felt a little kind to Huang Ming in front of him, just like when he first saw him.

His heart softened, and he simply took the initiative to ask: "Little Huang Gonggong, the days we have known each other are not short, Cui asked himself if he is not a man of many tongues, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly, if you have something and need Cui's help, as long as you can do it, you will definitely not shirk it." ”

This sentence can be regarded as helping Huang Ming make up his mind, he opened his mouth and said: "Third son, the slave wants to ask you to bring a message to Miss Jiu of your mansion, of course, this is a little selfishness of my slave, the slave really feels sorry for my master, so this is what the slave himself wants to say, and it has nothing to do with my master." ”

Cui Changjian looked at Huang Ming's expression, what else did he not understand?

It must be the king of Liangjun and his own little ninth sister, that tangled relationship.

But in this matter, Cui Changjian should have said, said, should persuade, persuade, order, order, but Xiao Jiumei is still awkwardly tight, and she doesn't let go at all.

Can't let his brother take his sister's hand, stuff it into a lake pen, and force her to write something, right?

Thinking of this, Cui Changjian touched his nose and said helplessly: "You say, I will definitely bring the words for you, but I don't dare to guarantee it." ”

Huang Ming chuckled and nodded, his eyes were clear, he solemnly knelt on one knee and hit Cui Changjian a thousand.

Only when he got up did he say very sternly, "The slave asks you to tell Miss Jiu that my master is seriously injured, and he is about to die several times, and he has been in a coma on the bed for eleven days, and in the coma, my master has shouted 'Qing'er' a total of 236 times. ”

He started by watching Qi Xuanhui and Cui Wanqing with his own eyes, originally he had always liked Cui Wanqing, who was gentle and generous.

But after Qi Xuanhui was injured this time, his body improved slightly, so he thought about sending things to Cui Wanqing, but he sent so many before and after, and he didn't see Miss Cui replying with a piece of paper.

Huang Ming really felt resentful for his master, and his own heart was even more aggrieved, and he really wanted to go to Cui Wanqing in person to ask for an understanding.

But when you are a human slave, you can't act freely, and you can only pass on a word from the third son of Tuocui.

Huang Ming had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but when he really said it, he said it simply and clearly, and he was so neat that he was stunned to listen to Cui Changjian

Two hundred and thirty-six times, this number has zero and positive, and it can be calculated so clearly, it is definitely not something that Huang Ming can do alone.

No matter how heartfelt he is, he is still a big living person, and if he is a living person, he has to eat, drink, and sleep, and it is impossible without that.

So when he is doing these chores, at least someone has to help him calculate it together, and the name Qi Xuanhui muttered is the first few times

"No, maybe it's more than two" R1152