Chapter 829 A Qualified Letter

Xinbao looked at him with big eyes.

Yan Shirong said seriously: "In front of friends who are not very close to us, we must be very polite and considerate; but in front of our own people, we will relax a little and be more real... In this way, they will feel close to us. This is the treatment that only our own people can get. And recruiting useful talents to become our own people is what Yeye said about the way to control subordinates."

Emperor Mingpei: “…”

Xinbao obviously listened to it and thought about it seriously: "But is there really anyone who likes... a boss who is a little ridiculous?"

puff.

Yan Shirong still said very seriously: "What's funny? What's funny? If Hua Shi, if he bites his tongue while eating, do you think it's funny?"

Xinbao thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit ridiculous."

Yan Shirong: “…”

Well, he was about to say that even though it's a little funny, isn't it cute...

Xinbao added: "He's 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, but Xin Bao won't. Xin Bao will only make people feel adorable if she does this. Xin Bao, you have to understand that if you just want people to respect you, your status is enough... and if you want people to believe you, your medical skills are enough. It's enough for a person to have these, not to mention that Xin Bao has status, is loved by Ye Ye, and has medical skills that are second to none in the world. These are all 'right' ways. Apart from that, for example, what Xin Bao likes to eat, drink, and play, and what Xin Bao is not good at, these are all minor details and don't matter at all."

Xinbao nodded silently, scratching his hands sadly: "It's already like this, there's nothing I can do, I can only comfort myself like this."

Yan Shirong: “…”

It's becoming increasingly difficult to appease him.

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

Xinbao sat up alertly, and pulled his calves in, trying to hide under Yeye's legs. But when he was touched, he hissed in pain, and said, trying to hold back tears: "What, what imperial physician? What do you want an imperial physician for?"

She covered her calf and said, "Xinbao is fine!!"

Emperor Mingpei was speechless.

He waved his hand to let Fang Wuyou go down, and complained to Yan Shirong: "My little princess's face is much more valuable than my own! I have been on the throne for my whole life, and I have never claimed to be famous! I don't even need a table for meetings! I even need a majestic tablecloth! I don't even dare to call the imperial physician when I'm injured!"

Yan Shirong smiled and said, "Xinbao is still too young and has not gained enough experience."

"That's right," Xinbao said, "Yeah, that's true... The real emperor is romantic, and Xinbao is a broken broom that cherishes itself."

Emperor Mingpei: “…”

Although a broken broom is a broken broom, why is it so strange when you say that? ? Yan Shirong smiled and said, "Then are we still going to discuss the matter today?"

"Let's not discuss it," Xinbao waved his hand: "Xinbao is not free today. Xinbao is injured. I need to write a letter to my wife to let her know. I will be free until the day after tomorrow."

Yan Shirong twitched his lips: "Write a letter for two days?"

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

Okay then, Yan Shirong ordered the eunuch to let Gan Baibi go first.

Xinbao asked someone to prepare pen and ink, and stood up... but with a cry he fell back down, his legs aching terribly.

Even Yan Qingshan couldn't help it. He stood up, rolled up her trouser legs, and took a careful look. "Why is it so serious?"

The injury to his leg was indeed more serious than expected. After all, he missed a step and slid down, and his calf hit the horizontal bar. He was only able to rely on his light body. If it were an adult, his leg would have been broken.

Xinbao's face turned pale with pain: "Ice is needed. Apply ice."

Fang Wuyou was an old servant and had asked someone to get ice a long time ago. Before he finished speaking, Hua Shuang came over with an ice bag. Yan Qingshan took it, lifted her two calves together with one hand, and applied the ice to her himself.

Emperor Mingpei asked her, "Does your butt still hurt?"

Xinbao shook his head embarrassedly and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

Xinbao nodded: "Yeah."

While reaching for the pen and ink at the back, Emperor Mingpei said, "Why are you in such a hurry to write a letter? Can't you write it tomorrow?"

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

Emperor Mingpei: “…”

So angry.

But looking at the pitiful little Tuanzi with red nose and eyes, I couldn't lose my temper.

Yan Qingshan was very calm and said, "Let my second brother write it."

Xinbao hesitated for a moment: "Can my brother write in Xinbao's handwriting?"

Xinbao's font... Yan Shirong could only say, "Yes!!"

He wrote a few words to get a feel for it, then changed the paper and started writing again.

Xinbao said, "Wife, Xinbao broke his leg today..."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

She kept talking, and finally finished. Then she took it and looked at it. It really looked like what she had written, and it was also her style. It was not a small one, it was exactly the same! ! Even she couldn't tell the difference! Xinbao nodded with satisfaction.

Now there is only one last step left.

Xinbao slapped his own leg hard.

As a result, she forgot that her father was applying ice to her and slapped the back of his hand.

Her little strength had no effect on Yan Qingshan at all. Yan Qingshan's hands were very steady and he didn't move: "Xinbao?"

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

But my butt doesn't hurt that much anymore...

Xinbao thought for a moment and said to himself, "Well, why bother yourself? How can a white lie be called a lie?"

She successfully convinced herself, so while she was talking, she put her little hand into the teacup, dipped a few drops of tea, and sprinkled it on the letter paper! The three men, old, middle-aged and young: "......???"

Even Yan Shirong was stunned for a moment: "Xinbao? What are you doing?"

Xinbao glanced at him and said, "How come you don't even understand this? These are tear marks!!"

Yan Shirong silently held his forehead: "...tears, tear marks?"

Xinbao nodded confidently.

Her vague memory can also be refined to its essence! In later plays, which letter does not have tear marks? A letter without tear marks cannot be considered a qualified letter! The kind that has fewer shots!!

With tear marks, you can take a close-up of the long eyelashes and fingers and then give the blurred handwriting a close-up... This is a valuable routine! After a while, Emperor Mingpei said slowly: "Learn something, Rong'er, it may be useful in the future."

Yan Shirong: “…”

Yan·Bachelor·Shi Rong handed the letter to someone with a complicated expression and passed it on.

How could his cute and adorable sister do something like this? It must be Yuan Shenjue who led her astray... right?

Xinbao's calves were so tight the next morning that he couldn't even walk. He finally burst into tears.

Seeing that the bruises had turned purple, Emperor Mingpei felt so distressed that he ordered people to make two special tables and matching chairs for her, one in Chengqian Palace and the other in Qianqing Palace.

The tables are made according to Xinbao's height. Both the tables and chairs are made to look majestic. In fact, they are all lined with thick cotton pads, the kind that won't hurt even if you hit them with your head.

The chair also has two special places for feet, which is very solid and requires two people to lift it, ensuring that this kind of problem will never happen again.

And that's not all. Xinbao fell because Hao Huashi sneaked out to play. Although this incident had nothing to do with Hao Huashi, Emperor Mingpei still took his badge and made him guard Xinbao in the palace every day.

Hao Huashi didn't care whether he could leave the palace or not. After all, he had friends everywhere and he could chat with them all.

Besides, he felt very guilty about the young master's injury, so he was particularly diligent in taking care of the young master, sometimes holding him in his arms, sometimes carrying him on his back, and occasionally even letting him sit on a sedan chair.

(End of this chapter)