Chapter 583 Method
"That's easy." Zhuang Qing sneered, and then returned to normal: "It's very rare to do."
"How?" Jiang Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Although I have only been to your mansion a few times, judging from the experience of these few times, there should be many people who are loyal to you." ”
Jiang Huan's reaction is very strong, and his observation ability is also good, he can find out which people listen to him and which people don't listen to him a few times, if he is himself, it is easy to gain a firm foothold in the dealer's house, and he can also cultivate his own power in front of everyone, if he has power, his family will take a fancy to him, and even will not hesitate to help him do what he wants to do, but he can't do it for various reasons.
Zhuang Qing thought about it, and his envy of Jiang Huan was a little more.
"What do you do?" Jiang Huan noticed Zhuang Qing's gaze, his eyebrows trembled, and he said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Nothing." The corners of Zhuang Qing's lips hooked slightly, "I just envy you." ”
"Envy?" Jiang Huan glanced at the ceiling, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an almost helpless smile, "What do I have to envy?" "yes, he has nothing to envy. Dad doesn't care about his mother's early death, and the only one who is good to himself is Qin Zhuo. It's a pity that he is the crown prince, and he has a lot of things to do, so he can't always take care of the house where he lives. When he and the Ah Xiao he gave himself were away, some subordinates would take the opportunity to bully him. For example, mistreating his food and so on.
Because he didn't want to cause trouble for his brother at that time, he swallowed it hard. When those people saw their submissive appearance, they became even worse. This situation didn't change until he had a thousand shadows by his side. Chikage was born as a thief, and because of his identity, no one was willing to be friends with him. also because of that profession, I have received countless white eyes since I was a child. Therefore, he is very distressed about Jiang Huan, the master who came out halfway, so he often starts to give a little color to those who bully him.
Later, Jiang Huan's brother ascended the throne, and he was also named regent, and his life gradually became peaceful, and his life gradually improved, at least what happened in his childhood was not repeated.
It's a pity that this calm was quickly broken.
The country was ruined, and Axiao, as his partner who had accompanied him since he was a child, set himself on fire in the Qianqing Palace in order to save his brother, and fled to Yueguo, while his brother went to Xiliang. The two people are thousands of miles apart, and everything can only be communicated by letter. In this way, what is there to be envied by Zhuang Qing, a person who has lived under the care of his parents since childhood?
"Of course I envy." Zhuang Qingdao, "The ability to do things is strong, the ability is still so outstanding, I have achieved this position at a young age, and I have won so much attention from the Lord, can it not be envied?" ”
"Huh?" After Jiang Huan heard this, he laughed in his heart, "If you say that you have strong ability to do things, you are too, why are you arrogant?" ”
"Am I very capable of getting things done? Joke. Zhuang Qing sneered, "I am stained with my father's light, so I can find an idle position in Shangshu Province, don't look at the other people in Shangshu Province who are respectful to me on the surface, they are very respectful, they actually scolded me in their hearts." I guess they must have said in their hearts that my position was obtained by my father, and that as soon as my father leaves, I will have to leave Shangshu Province with him. Zhuang Qing's tone was sad, which made Jiang Huan, a person who did not express joy and sorrow, also sad.
Just when the atmosphere was sad and sad for a while, there was a clasp sound at the door, followed by the voice of Qianying: "Childe, ginger soup is here."
"Ginger soup? Are you cold? Zhuang Qing said in a deep voice, "It's not cold now, what's going on?" How did you suddenly get cold? ”
"It's not cold." Jiang Huan glanced at him, "But when you came, I sneezed more than a dozen times." ”
After speaking, Jiang Huan beckoned to the people outside, "Qianying, bring things in." ”
"Yes." Hearing this, Chikage happily walked in. I saw him put the ginger soup next to Jiang Huan, and said, "Childe, you have to drink this ginger soup while it's hot, it won't be effective if it's cold." ”
"I see." After Jiang Huan finished speaking, he drank the ginger soup in front of Qianying, "I'm done drinking, you can serve it first." ”
"Yes." Seeing that there were outsiders, Chikage didn't say much, but picked up the empty bowl on the table, gave it up, and left here.
"Sneezing?" Seeing Qianying leaving, Zhuang Qing was puzzled, "What does the sneeze have to do with me?" ”
After a few minutes, Zhuang Qing let out an "oh" and only heard him say, "You guessed that I would come over, so you sneezed." ”
"Hmm." Jiang Huan nodded, acknowledging what he said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is indeed the case." ”
"Okay." Zhuang Qing didn't insist on this question, but quickly changed the topic, "Since you said that I should help Xiaoya introduce a person from his own house as his object, then introduce it, but who do you think I should introduce?" Who can satisfy Xiaoya's inflated desires and ambitions to become my wife? It's impossible to introduce her to a man who has domestic violence, right? I'm not that poisonous. ”
"I didn't make you so poisonous." Jiang Huan rubbed his head, "After all, it's a girl, we should still arrange a good family affair for her." At the very least, the man she married can't abuse her, it's not good for her, right? If this is the case, Pingyao's favorability towards you is estimated to be reduced, and your hard work will be in vain. ”
"Who am I working so hard for, and it's all for you?" Zhuang Qing said dissatisfiedly, "Even if you want to declare your personal vendetta, you won't play like this." Oh no, we don't have any vendettas, we can't be a communiqué personal vendetta. ”
The corners of Jiang Huan's mouth twitched.
I've seen distorted right and wrong, but I've never seen such a distorted right and wrong. Well, it was he who lost.
Isn't it just to help the girl named Xiaoya choose a husband, he chooses, he can't choose.
"Pen and paper on it, you write the name of the little steward with good character in your house, show me when you finish writing, and what you look like, and if you are particularly good at it, you should also write it."
"Good!" Zhuang Qing is not reluctant to write how to write about the little girl in the house with a pen, in his opinion, as long as someone is willing to help him take over this mess and get the little girl away, he is his Zhuang Qing's benefactor.
For his benefactor, Zhuang Qing has always been obedient.
He walked over to his desk, picked up a piece of paper, scribbled on it, and began to draw.
After a few minutes, he put down his pen and took another deep breath.
"That's it." After speaking, Zhuang Qing walked in front of Jiang Huan.
"I'll see." Jiang Huan took the paper in Zhuang Qing's hand and looked at it seriously.
(End of chapter)