Asked and said: "Lord Shizi, this morning, Steward Ma came to find Han Zhuge, Liu Xiaowan quietly went around and listened, Steward Ma seemed to want to ask Han Zhuge something, his voice was quite small, he couldn't hear clearly, but Han Zhuge kept his head down, said he didn't know, and said, 'The princess is not in the room, I haven't seen it', Steward Ma said two more words, and then left. ”

Yo?

Sheng Minglin raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart that these people couldn't wait.

However, yesterday, Han Zhuge obviously saw Zhuzhu, but said that he didn't see him, so Han Zhenge and them are indeed not of the same mind.

He thought for a moment and glanced back at Shen Lingjue.

Shen Ling would also be disguised, but he was not good at this, so he simply went directly to Qin Jiangbai.

Qin Jiangbai's figure is definitely stronger than Han Zhuge, but he usually wears an apron or something, and he is not conspicuous.

So when Zhuzhu got up and pinched the dough, he called Qin Jiangbai to come over and observe, learned all kinds of demeanor and voice, and the next day, he asked someone to transfer Han Zhuge out early, and then replaced Qin Jiangbai.

As a result, no one came in the morning.

Sheng Minglin was not in a hurry, and still did the same the next day.

Han Zhenge didn't notice it, because the reason for calling him out was that it was almost August 15, and asked him to draw the appearance of moon cakes so that the craftsmen could make molds.

He was serious about painting.

Although Han Zhenge has not learned to paint seriously, his hands are very steady, and his patterns are very delicate and ingenious.

And on the other side,

Qin Jiangbai was sitting in Han Zhenge's house, and someone came over quickly, without knocking on the door, and came in directly, it was the horse steward.

Qin Jiangbai made a startled look, looked up at him, and pretended to look out the window.

Steward Ma's voice was very small, and he said, "Don't worry, I saw that there is no one, how are you doing?" ”

Qin Jiangbai was not nervous, so he lowered his head.

Steward Ma persuaded him in a low voice: "What Madame does, it's not all for you, why are you still angry?" This may seem like a trivial matter, but it is a very important matter, and you can't make a fuss at this time...... Besides, you don't need to do anything, you just need to see, what is the relationship between the prince and his family? ”

Qin Jiangbai was stunned.

After grinding for a while, he learned Han Zhuge's demeanor and said softly: "Shizi, it doesn't seem to be good to the little princess!" It's great when you're in front of people, but when there's no one, there seems to be some impatience, and there seems to be something wrong with the princess on the other side...... But with the prince, I have never met. ”

"Oh?" Steward Ma said, "Really? He doesn't have a good 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 herself, and sometimes his expression makes me a little scared, the little princess is still so young......"

Steward Ma seemed to believe it, and nodded, "Okay, then you still have to pay attention to it in the future, you know?" I'm leaving! ”

Qin Jiangbai lowered his head and did not answer.

The steward pushed open the door, looked left and right, and walked briskly.

The brocade guard, who had already been hiding in the shadows, quietly followed.

The horse steward doesn't know kung fu, and he doesn't walk fast, and his behavior is very normal when he goes back.

It was not until noon that he spoke to the butler, went home for dinner, and when he arrived at his house, he wrote a few notes, and tied them to the pigeon's feet one by one.

Nowadays, carrier pigeons are generally put in several, or even a dozen, and Jinyiwei quickly robbed one, with only a few words on it: "Brother Fu, the persimmon is ripe, return quickly." ”

The note soon reached Sheng Minglin's hand.

Qin Jiangbai smiled when he saw it and called him: "Persimmon? Persimmon? ”

Sheng Minglin was not to be outdone, and also called him: "Madam, madam? ”

Qin Jiangbai was also happy.

This note looks homely, but based on the previous ones, the meaning is easy to guess.

Madam, the son of the world is available, and it can be wooed.

Sheng Minglin smiled: "It seems that someone is going to send it to the door, hurry up, I can't wait." ”

Qin Jiangbai also said: "When I hear the word 'madam' now, I can only think of one person, so could it be that Han Zhenge is also one of the 'godsons'?" ”

Sheng Minglin said: "Is it not, just give it a try." ”

He had already asked his father two days ago, and after his father told Xie Ji'an, he went to visit last night.

Xie Ji'an read the notice he wrote, and heard what he thought, so he smiled and said to him directly: "What is written to the people doesn't care what the literati think. The court notice should be straightforward, concise, and clear-cut, and never think about everything. ”

These words can be called a word to wake up a dreamer.

Yes, this is an official notice, not a literati showing off their talents, this is not an article, but a tool, so it doesn't matter what the literati think, you just need to achieve the goal to the greatest extent.

Looking back at the original Anmin notice, there is really no gossip, but the writing can be called simple...... Of course, Xie Ji'an is not without talent, but he will not show his talent at the inappropriate time and out of place.

Sheng Minglin was empowered, so in front of Xie Ji'an, he rewrote it again.

Xie Ji'an smiled when he saw it, and said: "That's it, you are young, you have such a heart, and your achievements are limitless." ”

Sheng Minglin was still a little ashamed, after all, he felt that he was actually not young.

But then again, at this time, the sea fishing documents had been distributed everywhere, and his notice was also distributed, so he asked someone to bring a copy and put it on the table.

In the afternoon, Zhuzhu woke up and called him to pinch the dough as usual.

Then Han Zhenge was overjoyed and looked at the moon cake mold he drew called Zhuzhu.

He painted several kinds, such as Zhuzhu practicing martial arts, Zhuzhu reading, and Zhuzhu eating...... Such a small scene, with scenery such as trees, moons, and pavilions next to it, looks like a picture scroll, cute and beautiful.

The dumplings exclaimed: "It's super delicious at first glance!" ”

"That's right," Han Zhuge said: "When the time comes, a little sugar will be applied here, the color will be a little darker, and here it will be yellowish, and these fruits will be made of preserved fruits, which will be delicious and will not be greasy......

The dumplings drooled: "Okay." ”

Huo Shenzhao couldn't help but be surprised, and said, "This tree, you painted it?" ”

Han Zhuge said embarrassedly: "It was drawn from the painting given by Huo Shao, but the moon cake is small, so the painting is smaller." ”

Huo Shenzhao nodded and said with a smile, "You are extremely talented. ”

This is not only to draw the big tree small, but to draw small, but also to ensure the coordination of the whole picture, and he obviously has not learned at all, all relying on instinct, painting is so full of aura, this is indeed a rare talent.

Sheng Minglin was looking at the painting on the surface, but the corner of his eye kept paying attention to Han Zhenge's movements.

The sea fishing document was on the table, just under his moon cake mold, according to the habit of a literati like him, there was something with words on the table, and he had to pick it up and read it, but Han Zhuge kept pointing to the painting to explain to Zhuzhu, and his eyes didn't squint half a little, and he didn't pay attention at all.

Fortunately, the two of them were talking and talking, and they said that Zhuzhu was greedy, so they picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, and then Han Zhuge saw the portrait on the sea fishing document at a glance.

The portrait was painted according to the description of the two men, and it was specially noted on the portrait that the hair was gray, the face was good, and it looked about forty years, which was said to be quite similar.

Looking at Han Zhuge's face, it should be quite similar.

Han Zhuge is literate, although he is not much, but he stumbles, and he also read the notice written by Sheng Minglin, and his face is pale.

Tuanzi held the piece of paper and looked at it for a long time, and said to him: "Han wine, let's make it in the afternoon!" ”

Han Zhenge was stunned, completely deaf, and even Tuanzi saw that his face was wrong, and pushed his hand strangely: "Han Jiujiu? Are you swollen? Sick? ”