Ming Wuyou nodded and said, "Things went well. Where is Manager Shen?"
"I was about to report to the young lady that someone else is outside!" Caiyue said with blessing, "I will ask him to come in and talk."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded and read the books for a while. Then he heard the sound of the door opening and walked outside.
"Miss!"
Shen Qingci bowed his hands with utmost respect.
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I have prepared gifts for all the escort masters in the escort agency. Have you all received them?" Ming Wuyou stretched out his hand and motioned for Shen Qingci to sit down and talk. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea.
"I got it. Brothers, please ask me to thank you, Miss." Shen Qingci sat opposite Ming Wuyou, with his back straight and his posture very upright.
"You are all the pillars of our Ming family escort agency. It's just a little kindness. No need to thank you." Ming Wuyou smiled and said: "Where is the red sleeve knife given to Manager Shen? Does Manager Shen like it?"
Shen Qingci's resolute face showed a hint of tenderness, "That knife is a heirloom of the Shen family. I have been looking for it for so many years but still haven't found it. Now that the lady has given it to me as a gift, how can I not like it?"
The Red Hidden Sword is so important that he thinks about it day and night.
And now that this knife was given to him by Ming Wuyou, the surprise doubled instantly.
"nice! You love it."
Ming Wuyou put down the tea cup, "I came to you tonight to tell you something to do."
"Miss, tell me straight." Shen Qingci stood up and held his hands towards Ming Wuyou: "As long as the miss orders me, my subordinates will go through fire and water."
"It's not that dangerous." Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "I want you to go to the capital in advance."
Shen Qingci was startled for a moment and asked hesitantly: "Shouldn't my subordinate escort the young lady with me?"
"I'm not in a hurry to enter the capital right now." Ming Wuyou said: "I asked you to go to the capital in advance and make some preparations. You can't enter the capital with a black eye, right? I also want to move the Escort Agency and Baishan Hall to the capital. Go."
Shen Qingci raised his hands and responded: "I understand."
The master and servant discussed some more important matters, and Shen Qingci took his leave.
After exiting Ming Wuyou's room, Shen Qingci's eyes instantly glanced towards the darkness of the courtyard, where a tall and tall man stood.
In the night, the man in white clothes is very eye-catching, followed by a guard in dark clothing.
Regent?
Shen Qingci narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to say something to Ming Wuyou, but he knew that he was not qualified.
He is just a servant.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Shen Qingci lowered his eyes and left quickly.
Murong Yu Leng looked at Shen Qingci and waited until the others were gone before walking upstairs.
This time, he did not knock patiently, but pushed the door directly in.
"Caiyue, you don't have to worry about me, go and rest."
Ming Wuyou didn't even raise his head. He was looking carefully at today's gift list. There were a lot of valuable things, but there wasn't much cash.
No one responded to her, only a click of the door was heard.
Ming Wuyou only thought that Caiyue had gone out, but he didn't want a long shadow to fall in front of him, blocking the light.
There is also a faint scent of ambergris floating in the air.
"Your Highness?!"
Ming Wuyou suddenly raised his head, dropped the gift list and trotted up to Murong Yu, "Why are you here? Leng Xiao said in the morning that you were busy with something today. I thought you wouldn't come tonight."
The surprise in her eyes slightly soothed Murong Yu's irritation caused by seeing Shen Qingci leaving her room.
"I'll come here after I finish my work." Murong Yu held her hand and hesitated to say: "Today...the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Yes." Ming Wuyou pulled him to the window: "They say the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, but I looked at the moon tonight and it is very big, round and beautiful."
Murong Yu had no intention of looking at the moon.
He looked down at Ming Wuyou's beautiful face, opened and closed his lips several times, and then said, "You have prepared gifts for everyone in the escort agency."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou nodded, "I also prepared gifts for the doctors, stewards, and clerks of Baishan Hall, and grandpa - he specially asked someone to choose an ornament of good fortune, longevity, and happiness."
"Caiyue, I gave her the money directly and told her to buy whatever she likes. As for Mr. Yun, I also gave her a gift in return."
Murong Yu lowered his eyes.
Everyone has gifts, except him, right?
Thinking about Ming Wuyou's attitude of knowing everything about him now and smiling all over his face, Murong Yu originally thought that it would be nothing if he didn't have a gift.
She doesn't hate him or reject him like she did in her previous life. She will take the initiative to get close to him. Isn't this the best gift?
But my heart feels bitter and astringent.
Especially when she thought that Shen Qingci actually had a red-sleeved knife passed down from his family as a gift——
Ming Wuyou prepared a gift for Shen Qingci with all his heart.
Murong Yu felt even more sad.
"Your Highness."
Ming Wuyou's long voice rang out, "Don't you ask me if I have prepared a gift for you?"
"You—" Murong Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes to meet Ming Wuyou's smiling eyes.
"You don't want a gift?" Ming Wuyou asked in a low voice, interlocking his fingers with his backhand, and his clear eyes reflected the expectations on Murong Yu's face clearly.
Murong Yu asked stiffly: "Do I have it?"
"If you want it, I'll have it." Ming Wuyou tilted his head and said playfully: "If you don't want it, of course I won't have it."
"want to!"
Murong Yu blurted out: "What is it?"
Ming Wuyou held his shoulders and stood on tiptoe, facing him face to face, and gently touched the tip of his nose.
Murong Yuxiang, is the gift a kiss?
Having been close to him too many times, this gift seemed a bit perfunctory, like a whim, which made him feel a little disappointed in his heart.
Ming Wuyou saw those disappointments in his eyes and was reluctant to tease him any more.
She gently pecked the corner of his lips, pulled him to the table, and took out a white cloth bag from the small drawer beside the table.
Inside the bag is a silk fan with a bamboo handle. On the fan is a landscape painting. The fan is made with fine workmanship, and the brushstrokes of the painting are smooth and beautiful. There is also a crescent-shaped ink jade fan pendant with a tassel.
Ming Wuyou opened the fan and turned it twice in front of Murong Yu: "Does it look good?"
"Um."
Murong Yu nodded.
He had already seen the small carving knife and the remaining bamboo pieces in the drawer.
This was made by her own hands.
All the depression and bitterness in Murong Yu's heart was swept away, and he held the silk fan in his hand with great joy.
"Your Highness." Ming Wuyou said softly, approaching Murong Yu: "When you are with me, tell me what you want, and tell me directly if you don't like it."
"I am a mean-spirited person. If you don't tell me and just worry about it in your heart, even if I find out, I will pretend to know nothing to tease you."
"When the time comes, you will have no choice but to sulk."
Murong Yu looked at Ming Wuyou silently, "So you prepared the gift a long time ago, but you just kept teasing me on purpose."