Time is slow

   Chapter 749 Congrats

   Another day of snow fell, and the blue tiles and eaves of the Champion House were all covered with white snow, and the snow on both sides of the bluestone trail was more than two feet deep.

   "Sister Li, do you think my snowman is pretty?"

  Qiao Wan built a half-human-high snowman in the garden. Two black onyx buttons served as the snowman's eyes, and his nose was a long carrot.

   Before Qiao Zhao could answer, Binglu clapped her hands and smiled, "It's pretty, it's much prettier than the morning light."

   Chenguang, who was rubbing his hands with his broom, rolled his eyes silently.

   That's all, he doesn't care about the tasteless little girl.

  Thinking like this, Morning Light, who was caught as a laborer, waved his broom and swept up the snow.

  Binglu grabbed a ball of snow from the ground into a snowball, crept behind the morning light, and stuffed the snowball into his back collar.

   Chenguang jumped up, threw the broom, turned around while digging out the snow, and shouted with a dark face, "Miss Binglu, what are you doing?"

   Ice Green giggled and ran back to Qiao Zhao to hide.

   Chenguang complained helplessly: "Madam, look at Binglu, she's a crazy girl."

  Qiao Zhao smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's really outrageous. Ice green—"

   "The maid is here."

   "Go to the snow and kneel for me."

   "Yes." Binglu responded swiftly, glared at Chenguang, and walked away.

   "Hey, hey, don't go—" Chenguang saw that Binglu ignored him at all, stopped after two steps, licked his face to Qiao Zhao and begged: "Madam, don't punish Binglu."

   "How can this work? This girl is getting more and more crazy. She even dares to stuff snowballs into people's collars. It won't work without punishment." Qiao Zhao said with a serious face.

   "Oh, three girls, I don't mind the bitter master, so don't punish me." Seeing that Binglu was about to kneel on the snow, Chenguang even shouted out the previous name in a hurry.

   "Okay, then, since you are begging for her, I will reluctantly forgive her."

   Chenguang breathed a sigh of relief, and Pidianpidian ran to Binglu to ask for credit: "Binglu, don't kneel."

  Binglu snorted softly, glanced at Chenguang and went back to Qiao Zhao.

   "Girl, the maid will help you into the house, it's cold outside."

"No, you can play with Wanwan, I'll watch." Qiao Zhao sent Binglu to play, and soon the little maid took Qiao Wan to a snowball fight, and finally even the morning light joined in, and the snow was sprinkled on the ground. A string of footprints of different sizes and laughter.

  Qiao Zhao stood beside a silver-clad osmanthus tree and glanced at the sky.

   Familiar footsteps came, warm hands fell on her shoulders, and a man's clear voice came: "How long have you been outside?"

   "It's been a while." Qiao Zhao said truthfully.

   Shao Mingyuan raised his hand and touched her cheek, and said with a smile, "Ice, go back to the house."

  Qiao Zhao stood still: "Recently, eldest brother always leaves early and returns late. Why is he busy for the New Year?"

  Shao Mingyuan took her hand and stuffed it into his sleeve: "Isn't my brother-in-law being asked by Xu Cifu to help in the cabinet. By the end of the year, there will be a lot of work in the cabinet before the yamen seals."

  There are indeed a lot of things in the cabinet. During the Chinese New Year, the most labor-intensive is to review the congratulations presented by the officials.

   These He Zhangming Emperor Kang, who sang their praises, had to read them one by one. This was the most "hard-working" time of the year for the emperor.

  Qiao Mo was buried in the pile of paper at this time, sorting out and summarizing with a few colleagues.

  The Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Rites...they need to arrange them in order of department and official position and present it to the Holy Emperor.

The emperor looked carefully, and the courtiers should not be sloppy. Hundreds of thousands of greetings need to be read one by one. Make sure that the content is not taboo to be considered qualified. These qualified greetings will be rolled up and tied with red silk thread and put aside. .

   "It's dinner, let's go, let's have dinner." An official stretched and stood up.

   The others stood up, and one said with a smile, "I can't eat anymore after seeing this too much."

   "Okay, let's talk less, and be careful that the elders of the pavilion hear."

  Qiao Mo calmly followed the crowd out to eat. After the meal, those people took a nap as usual, and he quietly returned while no one was paying attention.

   There were rows of congratulatory stamps tied with red silk threads on the shelf. Qiao Mo quickly took one and unfolded it carefully.

  The strong and graceful characters come into view, which makes one have to praise the outstanding calligraphy.

   Of course, Qiao Mo was not in the mood to appreciate these, so he took out the ivy paper of the same size and picked up the red pen to write quickly.

   After a while, Qiao Mo put down the pen, carefully compared the two congratulations, and made sure that there was almost no difference from the first word to the last word, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

   The two congratulations only changed one word, and even if they were shown to the original owner, he was confident that the other party would not be able to tell the difference.

   When the writing was dry, Qiao Mo tied the imitation greeting card with red silk thread, put the original roll in his sleeve, and left quietly.

   After finishing this, Qiao Mo's hanging heart was half relieved, and the rest was to wait for Emperor Ming Kang's reaction after seeing the congratulatory badge.

   As to whether Emperor Kang of the Ming Dynasty could see the greeting card, he was completely sure, for no other reason. The greeting card was written by Lan Songquan, the son of Lanshan, the chief minister. As a person who can be ranked in the mind of Emperor Ming Kang, Emperor Ming Kang, who likes to read Qingci, will of course not miss it.

  Qiao Mo took out the handkerchief and wiped the red marks on his fingertips, then returned to the Hou residence and threw the original scroll into the brazier to burn it to ashes, then he was relieved.

   Since he joined the cabinet, he has been extremely diligent. He checked the information that others did not want to find, and transcribed the documents that others did not want to transcribe. He had only one purpose, and he was familiar with the handwriting of hundreds of officials in the DPRK.

   Up to now, he does not dare to say that he can copy all the handwriting of Beijing officials, but he can copy one or two of the handwriting of those important officials, especially those related to the Lanshan lineage. Among them, the most similar is the handwriting of Lanshan father and son.

   "Sir, Madam invites you to have dinner in the flower hall."

  The servant came to deliver the message, Qiao Mo got up and brushed off the dust that did not exist on his body, and walked out calmly.

   The younger sister has been running around for the family, and now it is his turn to be the older brother.

   Soon those congratulatory stamps were presented to Ming Kang Dilong's case.

   After the exit this time, apart from a few old guys crying and being poor, nothing bad happened. Emperor Ming Kang was in a good mood. He first picked up the conspicuous badge and looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to read the next one.

   Well, to say it, the first Fu Lanshan and the second Fu Xu Mingda often wrote the most in line with his heart, I don't know if there is any that can be surpassed this year.

  Ming Kangdi quickly picked up Lan Songquan's greeting card to read.

   Seeing Lan Songquan's words, Ming Kangdi couldn't help nodding his head.

  Well, if nothing else, Lan Shan's son's good writing makes people feel really happy.

   Of course, there are countless officials who can write well. This is not a big deal. The key is to see how well the congratulations are written.

   Looking at the content again, Ming Kangdi's eyes lit up and he couldn't help muttering.

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