Chapter 368

Xiao mubai went out of the palace with the Marquis all the way. He simply sent him back to the Marquis house. At the door, Xiao mubai nodded goodbye. The Marquis glanced at him with his hands behind his back: "come in, are you still waiting for me to invite you?"

Xiao mubai burst out laughing and solemnly gave a farewell ceremony: "I really want to go back to my house. There are still some matters to deal with."

The Marquis picked his eyebrows and waved to him. Xiao mubai turned and left with Han SA.

The Marquis entered the Marquis house and asked Cong Ting, "where are you, young master?"

Cong Ting respectfully replied: "the young master has left the house at a moment."

The Marquis turned his head and smiled and scolded at Xiao mubai's back: "smelly boy, no wonder you can't get through."

Cong Ting didn't know what the Marquis meant by this, so he had to follow him silently to the hospital.

"Did the young master say where he went?" The Marquis asked as he walked.

"No, I just told you that if you didn't come back for lunch, please don't wait for him." Cong Ting said and looked at the Hou Ye's face for fear that he would not like it.

The Marquis said "well" and was not unhappy. Even if he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to. His cloud intention is to grow up after all. Now he even has the right person, how can he surround him.

After eating in the morning of early summer, he ordered Su Qian'an to go and make an appointment with Bingwen to have a meal in weizhai at noon. Then he took the Raven out of the Marquis house and went to Lord Cui's backyard.

In his last life, he once followed Xiao Yanjun to Cui's house. With the impression in his memory, he touched the study and made Du Yayin lose his shape. He touched it alone and waited for Cui Xuhong to go down.

Cui Xuhong just invited Jing Qibin, the Minister of justice of the Ministry of justice, to come to the house for a chat today. Naturally, the discussion is who will spend the post of prime minister. For them, whether they or Xu Wanjun sit in that position can be accepted, except min Zhisong and Cheng zhaobing.

Otherwise, the six films that have just been balanced will have to be dominated by one company.

As they spoke, they walked towards the study. Cui Xuhong first opened the door and saw that he was lying in his chair in the first half of summer with his legs still on his case.

Cui Xuhong's veins jumped on his forehead. Jing Qibin followed him up. Just about to step in, Cui Xuhong closed the door with a "pa" and just patted him on the face.

Cui Xuhong bowed his head and turned a thousand times in his head. What's the little ancestor doing here at this time?

He was thinking nervously in his heart. Jing Qibin's angry voice came from his ear: "Lord Cui, what do you mean?"

Cui Xuhong looked up and bluffed. He saw that Jing Qibin had just been patted by the door. His forehead was green and his nose was red. At this time, he was staring at himself with an angry face, looking like he was going to be angry at any time.

Cui Xuhong quickly bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing. The old minister suddenly remembered that he had an important guest. It's inconvenient to discuss with you today. Tomorrow, he will bring a heavy gift to the door to apologize in person and hope that Mr. Jing will forgive me."

Jing Qibin's originally furious mood reached its peak and was about to explode. Suddenly, he saw that he was so groveling to make up for it. Naturally, it's not easy to catch it and get angry.

But now he is more curious.

Now, Beijing can count more important guests than him with one hand.

What's more, looking at Cui Xuhong's panic attitude, I'm afraid they can't compare with them, but they never stand in line and just do their due courtesy to the prince. I don't know who can make Cui Xuhong so panic in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, Jing Qibin didn't get angry but smiled. He picked his eyebrows and looked at Cui Xuhong meaningfully.

Cui Xuhong was worried for fear that the little ancestor inside could not bear to open the door. He patted his thigh and said to Jing Qibin, "Lord Jing, please hurry back to the house first. There's something urgent here."

Cui Xuhong finished paying for his crime. Fearing that Jing Qibin would shirk it again, he quickly called his close confidant, Xi Yuan, to personally send him out of the house.

Jing Qibin had no reason to stay. He had to be led out of Cui's house by Western yuan.

He stood at the door and pondered over the closed door for a while. He ordered the attendant Miao Zhan to stay and observe secretly to see who it was, which could make the Minister Cui treat each other so carefully and piously.

Cui Xuhong saw that the West dollar came back and confirmed that Jing Qibin had left. Then he ordered him to impose martial law in the whole house. He pushed the door open a crack, squeezed it in, and immediately turned his back and closed it.

He covered his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned with a smile and said to the early summer who still kept lying and sitting: "let the little Marquis wait a long time. Inform the old minister when he comes next time, and the old minister can be ready."

At the beginning of summer, he was lazy and smiled: "ready?"

Cui Xuhong stepped forward two steps and bowed slightly: "yes, it's better to entertain the little marquis."

At the beginning of summer, he put away his legs and feet on the table, restrained his sitting posture, held his cheek with his left hand, knocked on the table with his right hand, and turned his eyes carelessly to him: "if Lord Cui is not afraid that others know I'm here, why hurry to drive Lord Jing away."

Cui Xuhong smiled and said, "my Lord, I didn't see that the little Marquis entered the study privately, and I didn't let people know. Thinking that the little Marquis must be some important private affairs, which is inconvenient for outsiders to know, so I pushed Lord Jing away."

At the beginning of summer, he nodded when he heard the speech: "Lord Cui is really thoughtful. Then you might as well guess what I'm doing here?"

Cui Xuhong asked him where to use it. He had repeatedly preset many possibilities in his heart. Now he looked up at his eyes and asked cautiously: "is there a prime minister in the heart of the little Marquis?"

Cui Xuhong saw that his hand knocking on the table still lit in an orderly way, did not stop at all, and his face did not show whether it was right or not. His heart suddenly became mixed.

His face was embarrassed: "young Marquis, the position of prime minister is not the power of an old minister. Many people covet that position."

At the beginning of summer, I finally stopped tapping my index finger, leaned back on the chair, and looked more and more old: "I'm not here for this."

Cui Xuhong breathed out a sigh, but at the same time, he also mentioned a sigh. In addition to the post of prime minister, what else can he visit in person?

"Forgive me, sir. What else can I do for you?" His eyes were suspicious, and he looked at the look of early summer with the rest of his eyes.

I saw a calm and complacent appearance at the beginning of summer, which aroused a smile: "I came for the post of minister of rites."

Cui Xuhong originally bowed slightly and slightly lowered his head. After hearing this, he straightened up involuntarily and looked up suspiciously at the beginning of summer: "this book of Rites has been served by the father of Princess Lian, the grandfather of the seventh highness, and Lord Ju..."