"Who's Outside" "If you go back to the young master, you are a subordinate."
"Hang Ming" "It's a subordinate."
"Come in and talk back."
His voice was warm and deep and deep, and he heard his voice before he saw it, as if he was brought into a dream-like dream by a refreshing breeze, no matter how impetuous a person was, it seemed that he would instantly quiet down when he heard his voice.
A young man with clear eyebrows and tall posture, wearing a dark brown robe, pushed the door in, first bowed his head respectfully and bowed upwards before he spoke: "Young master, my subordinates are back." ” In the spacious and bright main hall, from the inside to the outside, whether it is the pattern or various ornaments, all of them are exquisite, all of them are luxurious, which shows how high the taste of the people who live here, and how noble and extraordinary their background and background are.
After all, it's not something that anyone can afford to use.
I saw that the man sitting on the throne was wearing a fine ice blue brocade, with a slightly erect neckline and wide cuffs, all of which outlined a large area of begonia flowers with silver silk threads.
His skin is very white, but it is not like the sickly white of Mo Yan's original, but a very natural whiteness, just like the snow lotus growing on the top of the mountain that day, so beautiful that it is not clean.
His eyes are long and narrow like a crescent moon, and when he smiles or not, he has a very seductive arc, his lips are moderately thick, and his face is even more outstanding.
"When did it arrive?"
"Back to the young master's words, the subordinates just arrived but a pillar of incense."
"Well, the things that this young master told you are going well."
"Back to the young master's words, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored."
As soon as Hang Ming's words fell, the man who had never looked up suddenly raised his head, his deep gaze fell on his face for a moment, and he said in a deep voice: "In this way, you have determined his identity."
If it was a matter of the side, he wouldn't care so much, but he was quite concerned about the matter he arranged for Hang Ming to confirm.
In order to be able to confirm it as soon as possible, and even to get the evidence in his hands as soon as possible, he paid a lot of price.
"Yes, young master, 100% of his subordinates don't dare to say it, but 10% of his subordinates are sure."
Although Hang Ming bowed his head in front of this man, and his tone of voice was very respectful, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant from beginning to end.
It can be seen that this Hang Ming's identity is not just a subordinate.
"Okay, that's great."
In the face of an unknown enemy, who dares to say that he has 100% certainty of victory, but if he faces an enemy who knows well, it is better not to deal with it too much.
Since he was born in his mother's womb, he has been taught every day to fight for that position and climb to that position at all costs, not to mention that he is too scheming and too calculating, and he also has too many helplessness and involuntary self-reliance.
"The young master and relax, when he sees the things that his subordinates have brought back, I think it will be more conducive to the young master's future plans."
"Hang Ming is doing things, and the young master is at ease."
With such a scheming and calculating person, a number of people around him to help him do things, he is very relieved.
Let's not talk about whether Hang Ming will betray him, since his uncle Qingrong dares to use him, then he is not worried that he will not be able to control him.
It is best for Hang Ming to have no side thoughts, but as long as he has a little side thoughts about himself, Uncle Qingrong is not a soft person, so he should regret having such thoughts.
"Subordinate Xie Young Master trusts."
"Hehe, you are the right-hand man of this young master, who else can you trust if you don't believe it."
Hang Ming stared at his toes, he was a self-aware person, he had always relied on his ability to eat and not play with those vain things, but he was not stupid, and he also knew how to guard against others to leave a way out for himself.
Since he stood on the same front as Uncle Qingrong, he clearly knew what Uncle Qingrong valued him most, so his status has increased over the years, but not ordinary people can replace him.
"Why didn't those things come back with you?"
"If you go back to the young master, your subordinates will arrange it so that they don't have to worry about it."
"Oh" Uncle Qingrong's tone rose, and there was a warm and friendly smile on his handsome face, but it gave people a very dangerous feeling.
"The young master should know that the person who beat that person's idea is not only from our uncle's family."
Some words are good to stop at the point, Hang Ming believes that Uncle Qingrong is a smart person, and it is not good to say it too bluntly.
As for who he was talking about, it was known to all the people of the sea.
"This is a lack of consideration on the part of this young master."
As more and more news circulates in the city, people like them have to hurry up and plan for themselves, and only whoever seizes the opportunity first will be the most likely to sit in that position.
It's no wonder that Uncle Qingrong wants to lose his temper, but whether that person appears or not, whether he is close to him or not, is all related to whether he can go further, so he can't be careless.
"It's still Hang Ming's delicate thoughts, otherwise the young master would really miscalculate."
He pursed his lips, and he didn't know what he suddenly thought, and there was a deep, tyrannical touch in his eyes.
The obvious breath fluctuations in the air, although it was only for a short moment, Hang Ming still felt it, but he looked at his nose and nose, and he didn't look into his eyes at all, let alone express any opinion on it.
"When those things are delivered, the subordinates will present them to the young master as soon as possible."
"Hmm."
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"I don't know if the young master has any other instructions, if not" "This time things went so smoothly, this young man will reward Hang Ming well, presumably you have worked hard along the way, so go down and rest early."
After thinking about it, Uncle Qingrong couldn't help but add another sentence, and said, "If this young master still thinks that there are other things that need to be done by Hang Ming, he will summon you again." ” In other words, the period before the young master summoned you is your private time, and you can do whatever you want, but once the young master has something to do with you, then you have to put down everything and do the things arranged by the young master first.
"Yes, young master."
This time he went out to do errands, although he went through some hardships, he couldn't stand his luck to the extreme, so he was stunned to complete the task without much effort.
"You go and tell the housekeeper and ask him to arrange the kitchen to add vegetables for you, just say that this young master means."
"My subordinates, thank you for your care."
Uncle Qingrong smiled and didn't say anything, just waved his hand arrogantly, and his eyes fell on the map in his hand again, but thinking of the person he saw before entering the mansion, Hang Ming still said very dutifully: "Young master, before my subordinates came in, I saw the young master of the south gate waiting outside the door, and I don't know why he came."
"South Gate Long Wind" "Although the distance is a little far, my subordinates shouldn't be mistaken."
"Hang Ming is sure it's him" Although the Taishu family and the Nanmen family are grasshoppers on the same rope, and the two families have worn the same pair of pants since their grandfather's generation, but no matter how ironclad the relationship is, it can't compete with one person's selfishness.
On the surface, Uncle Tai and the two great families of Nanmen are the same nostrils and the same enemy, as for what happens in private, probably only they know.
Nanmen Changfeng and Uncle Qingrong are both young masters of their respective families, on the surface, everything they do is discussed, but secretly the two of them are more energetic, and they are moving together, after all, there is only one position, who would be willing to give up Nanmen Changfeng is arrogant, scheming, and strategically insightful is not worse than others, Uncle Qingrong knows him best, not to mention that they rarely meet, even if they meet occasionally, it is mostly a scene play, where there is the same trench out, one is prosperous, one is lost.
He didn't accept the South Gate Changfeng, and the South Gate Changfeng also didn't accept him, so when he heard that the South Gate Changfeng came to see him in person, Uncle Qingrong was a little stunned "If you go back to the young master, your subordinates are sure that it is him."
Hang Ming has heard of the grievances and grievances between his own young master and the young master of the South Gate family, although he basically will not appear in front of the South Gate Changfeng, but he knows what he should know and what he shouldn't know.
"Why do you say he came?"
"This" "If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly, can this young master still have more of your heart?"
"Back to the young master, the subordinates have met the young master of the South Gate less than a handful of times, and they don't know much about his temperament, so the subordinates really don't know why he came."
Anyone will say that Hang Ming, who knows a lot about his young master, how could he step on the border, of course he picked up good words and said, "But my subordinates think so, since the young master of the south gate is here, what he wants to do and say anything, the young master will know when he sees him." ” This has to be replaced by someone else, the young master can see it if he is happy, and he can directly beat it away if he is not happy, but the young master of the south gate Changfeng has to see it.
"You're not unreasonable, the young master will meet him."
"Then the subordinate will retire first."
Uncle Qingrong raised his hand and motioned for Hang Ming to leave, and within a cup of tea, the housekeeper ran in and said to him, Changfeng at the south gate asked to see him outside the door.
Uncle Qingrong, who had already learned about this from Hang Ming, was not surprised, and at the same time, he didn't want to give Nanmen Changfeng anything to do, so he directly asked the housekeeper to lead Nanmen Changfeng to his study, which was his value for Nanmen Changfeng.
After all, no matter where the study is set up, it is a defensive place, and not everyone is qualified to sit in the study.
"The young master of the South Gate, please, the young master of my family has already cooked fragrant tea and is waiting for the young master of the South Gate."
Originally, the Nanmen Changfeng, who was holding back a fire in his heart, was on the verge of a flashpoint in his irritable mood, and he was worried that he couldn't find the catharsis point of his emotions, and he was about to suffocate himself to vomit blood, but Uncle Qingrong's housekeeper was good, not light, not heavy, not salty, not light, and directly pierced someone's heart so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but even his head began to hurt.
But as soon as he thought of what he came here for, Nanmen Changfeng had to swallow that breath back into his stomach.
Let's go, he and Uncle Qingrong have been fighting for more than a day or two, and others may think that he has no quarrel with the world and is harmless to humans and animals, but only he knows his true face.
It's just that Uncle Qingrong is too good at being a man, if he really wants to stand up and shout at Uncle Qingrong, maybe he didn't stink Uncle Qingrong, but he himself would be pushed to the forefront first.
"I'm tired."
It is said that it depends on the owner to beat the dog, and the south gate Changfeng resisted the urge to vomit blood, and treated this fox and fake tiger housekeeper with courtesy, no matter what he said to stimulate him, he should not hear it.
"The young master of the South Gate is tormenting the slave when he says this."
The corners of Nanmen Changfeng's mouth twitched slightly, as if he didn't know what the butler's words implied: "Yes?"
Two faint words, a slap in the face is enough.
Don't think that he retreats as advances, claiming to be a slave is reminding him of whose slave he is, even Uncle Qingrong has to be a lot more scrupulous when talking to him, there is no reason why a slave can still climb on his head to be powerful, he is really muddy.
"Ahem" is a person who practices martial arts, the housekeeper felt the danger emanating from the south gate Changfeng, and he also realized that he seemed to be a little too much, so he had to cough lightly twice to keep himself calm, and then walked quickly to the door of the study, and said respectfully: "Young master, the young master of the south gate has arrived." ” "Hurry up and invite the young master of the south gate to come in."
"Yes, young master."
The housekeeper turned his head and said respectfully, "Young Master of the South Gate, please inside." ” After the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, Changfeng at the south gate did not take Qiao, but when he stepped into the study with one foot and passed by the housekeeper, he glanced at him meaningfully, and it was that glance that almost frightened the housekeeper away.
"Heh" Nanmen Changfeng sneered, quickly restrained all his emotions, and strode in.
The butler closed the door in fright, and put his breath in his throat, and he really almost suffocated himself to death.
"Why, my butler gave you a look" To the surprise of Nanmen Changfeng, Uncle Qingrong actually saw that the first thing he said was this, which made him not know how to respond for a while.
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