Ye Qingzhou noticed Gu Zhixing's unusual behavior and turned to Shen Jintang beside him, somewhat puzzled: "Shen Jintang, what's wrong with Boss? Why does he look so pale?"
Shen Jintang smiled slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of teasing, yet still gentle: "Young Master Ye probably meant to say 'distinguished guest'."
Ye Qingzhou scratched his head, looking completely bewildered: "What's the difference?"
Shen Jintang said calmly, "There's not much difference. One is about discussing things while lying in bed, and the other is about discussing things while sitting at a table."
She walked to the bookshelf, casually picked out a book, gently placed it in front of Ye Qingzhou, and continued, "This idiom comes from the 'Biography of Xi Chao' in the Book of Jin. Back then, Huan Wen had Xi Chao hide in his tent to eavesdrop on his conversation with Xie An and Wang Tanzhi. A gust of wind blew the tent open, and Xie An saw Xi Chao and said with a smile, 'Xi Chao can be considered a guest in the tent.' I suppose General Ye is mistaken."
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with astonishment.
He looked at Gu Zhixing again and found that Gu Zhixing was quietly moving away from him. He was immediately on the verge of tears, his face full of frustration and helplessness.
Ye Qingzhou had no choice but to look at Shen Jintang again and said with a serious expression, "Shen Jintang, if only you could turn into a pen, you could write on paper by yourself. Even if it means going bankrupt, I would definitely buy you back."
That way, even if he doesn't work hard, he won't get scolded.
"Smack!"
Before Shen Jintang could speak, Gu Zhixing had already raised his hand and tapped Ye Qingzhou on the head.
Ye Qingzhou screamed instantly, clutching his head with both hands, his face full of grievance: "Boss, why did you do this to yourself..."
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!"
As Gu Zhixing spoke, he pinched Ye Qingzhou's cheek and shook it violently, his actions appearing quite rough.
"Boss, stop shaking me, I'm dizzy!"
Ye Qingzhou said pitifully.
Shen Jintang watched them playfully bickering quietly, pondering how to put the matter of the refugees on the agenda.
Turning around, he saw Xing Hui hurriedly walk in, bowing and reporting, "Master, Minister Shen invites you to the Grand Tutor's residence for a chat."
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