MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 7

Meng Huan felt that he was taking revenge on herself.

A vengeful concubine.

Meng Huan: TvT

If you offend him a little carelessly, will you be punished in the future?

so poor.

With trembling footsteps, Meng Huanzhan stood up Weiwei, and a maid in front heard the word "sleeping servant" and quietly retreated out.

Walking to the study with Lin Bozhou, the maid who had just left brought back a middle-aged woman who hurried over and waited at the door.

"Call Chen An and Yang Xin here," Lin Bozhou instructed Shan Xing, "They understand the military pay and disaster relief, and come to discuss together."

After finishing speaking, he entered the study room, only Meng Huan was left. The woman strode up and grabbed his hand: "Ma'am."

Meng Huan: "You are?"

"Ma'am, come here." She had a loving face, and it made people want to be friends with her at first glance.

What's the meaning?

Meng Huan subconsciously looked in Lin Bozhou's direction, but he lowered his eyelashes as if he didn't see anything, and didn't say anything, as if acquiescing that he was going with this nanny.

Did he let himself go?

Don't you still have to go to bed?

Full of doubts, Meng Huan was dragged by the woman all the way to the backyard of the study. There was a large wooden basin inside, and the servants continued to pour hot water into it, and the heat was dense.

When Meng Huan vaguely realized something, the woman's loving voice came again: "Madam is still a virgin?"

"..."

oh.

It turns out that this is the cleaning step before going to bed. Meng Huan: ^v^

Princes and nobles are really luxurious, and their wives have to be washed by others.

Why doesn't my wife want others to help me?

Suppressing the complaints in his heart, Meng Huan wanted to tell you all to step down, and I will do it myself. Suddenly his shoulders were gently groped with both hands, he measured his waist and abdomen, and then touched his buttocks, the touch felt very strange.

"..."

Meng Huan looked at this loving woman who could be his own mother.

The woman said: "Madam's skeleton is really good. Please take off your clothes and enter the water. I have a few words to tell Madam."

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand, "Papa!" There were two clear high-fives, and a maid held a wooden platform with a book on it, and stood in front of Meng Huan with her head bowed.

Meng Huan: "This is?"

Woman: "Pictures of **** palaces."

"..."

After finishing speaking, I took it over and showed it to Meng Huan: "Madam is inexperienced, I'm afraid I don't know how to please the prince tonight. Oh, look at this page, it's called Dragon and Tiger Intersection, White Faced Lord Riding a White Tiger, Tsing Yi... "

In the picture, there are two people facing each other head-on, one pressing on the other, their necks crossed, their bodies entangled, and their postures twisted. Meng Huan looked at it for a while before he understood why the shape of this picture could be related to "dragon and tiger".

However, as an old **** from the 21st century, massive videos, high-definition big pictures, what haven't you seen?

The excitement brought by a few pages of **** pictures is far inferior to Meng Huan's embarrassment at this time.

The woman's voice is loving: "Madam, fragrance, warm, white, moist, tight, this is the key to a man's service, fragrance, that is—"

"..."

The aunt in front of her was old enough to be her own mother. Hearing what he said, Meng Huan's scalp tingled.

With a "click", the **** picture was closed, and Meng Huan couldn't take it anymore: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, I understand everything."

"Has Madam seen it?"

Meng Huan thought of an excuse: "I used to read a book a day in Jiaofang Division."

"..."

More than just looking, Meng Huan was born in painting small yellow pictures. The modern human body is better than the ancient ones, so his paintings can have more sexual tension than this.

"Since this is the case, the slave family will save trouble." The woman's face was relaxed.

She is somewhat authoritative in the palace. Any young girl should invite her to dinner the day before she gets married.

Even some young gentlemen who like to go through the back door specially came to ask her about things in the house.

So today, when they heard that Lin Bozhou's concubine was going to sleep in the room, the servants immediately asked her to teach Meng Huan their experience without saying a word.

Seeing that Meng Huan's face was not very good-looking, the woman immediately comforted him: "Ma'am, don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Woohoo, it will definitely hurt qaq!

You don't know.

Lin Bozhou chirping is so big!

That is the evil root that has been described as "murder weapon", "dagger" and "pile driver" many times!

Holding his clothes and mourning in his heart for a while, unable to think of a way to escape, Meng Huan looked at the **** book and said, "Can I take this book with me?"

Woman: "Why?"

Meng Huan's expression was profound: "Let the lord take a look and study hard, lest he stab me to death tonight."

"..."

…

The room was filled with heat, and after a while, the door finally opened.

Meng Huan changed into light clothes, his hair was wiped dry with cloth, combed it smoothly, his little face was flushed with water, and was escorted by the maid and the **** into Lin Bozhou's study through the back door.

The study of the Prince Regent's Mansion is actually a side hall, deep and open. The front door is where the staff of the mansion walk, and the side door and back door are where concubines and servants walk.

Discussions came from the front hall, and Lin Bozhou's staff and Qing guests were arguing loudly.

"Floods in the Yellow River and the Huaihe River, the urgent delivery of four hundred miles, clearly stated that the common people can't afford to eat. Your lord, you should immediately ask the Ministry of Households to allocate silver taels! Go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to buy food for disaster relief!"

"That's right! Go up the water transport route and deliver the food to the people as soon as possible, so that the world can be peaceful, otherwise the people will be in chaos."

"My lord, the villain thinks that relief should be paid with work..."

They were arguing fiercely, Lin Bozhou sat in the chair and listened quietly, with downcast eyes, without speaking.

Every time he encounters a major event, even if he knows it well, it will cause a quarrel among his staff. Some things become clearer the more he argues, the more noisy he is, the clearer his thinking becomes.

But he will not express his position easily, and he will not let people see through his thoughts, and he likes to listen quietly.

If you talk too much, you will lose, but if you think too much, you will never go wrong.

Immersed in thoughts, the hall was noisy again, Lin Bozhou didn't notice Meng Huan's arrival.

Then I will wait slowly. Behind the beaded curtain and screen, Meng Huan sat down on the couch first.

The noise in the front hall is in contrast to the quietness in the back bedroom, waiting for him not to come, waiting for him not to come. Meng Huan was fine, she lay down and finished flipping through the **** book.

But that's all. He commented in his heart.

Erotic art depends on the technological explosion of the 21st century, and there are all types.

After looking through the **** palace, Meng Huan was a little bored waiting, constantly picking his hands.

Like a lonely wealthy young woman waiting for her husband to come home...

This kind of **** picture is a bit shoddy, afraid that Lin Bozhou will mess up if he can't understand the details, Meng Huan looked around for a pen, and wanted to draw a complete tutorial picture on it...

But the moment he wrote, Meng Huan wiped it out.

What a shame.

How can anyone take the initiative to draw XX for their own tutorials?

All right, Meng Huan can only continue to wait.

In ancient times, there were no lights, and there was no light pollution. The sky was pure black, and nothing could be seen. Therefore, the ancients slept earlier than modern people.

Probably because of this reason, Meng Huan's biological clock has been advanced, and now he is starting to feel sleepy.

"Um?!"

During this period, he woke up several times, and Meng Huan desperately reminded himself to wake up. He had to hold on, he couldn't sleep, and when Lin Bozhou came, he had to teach Da Jiji how to make it less painful when he came in.

Otherwise, if someone came in without paying attention, he would really be stabbed to death.

After a long time, the sound in the front hall stopped.

"The night is dark," Lin Bozhou said, "Everyone, go back and rest."

Everyone saluted one after another.

Lin Bozhou said: "A few days ago, His Majesty gave a batch of fine Shu brocades. My king asked my servants to cut some clothes and give them to you. It will be better to keep out the cold when the weather turns cold."

Their aides and Qing Ke have no other jobs, they just make a living by advising Lin Bozhou and making him happy. No matter how extravagant Lin Bozhou is, they can live a good life.

Shu brocade is one of the three famous brocades, with full color blocks and beautiful styles, and the people who wear them are either rich or noble. The embodiment of honor is nothing more than basic necessities of life, which is Lin Bozhou's great appreciation to them.

Everyone clapped their hands happily: "Thank you, my lord."

People dispersed. Meng Huan's heart beat suddenly, she stood up and waited for Lin Bozhou to come over.

Lin Bozhou asked again: "What time is it?"

"Zi Shi." Shan Xing looked at the hourglass.

"Researching ink," Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said, "Send a letter to the Governor of Zhejiang Province."

"Is the prince not resting yet?"

"Sleep after writing this letter."

There are thirteen provinces in Dazong, with a vast territory, and the affairs of the court are piled up like a mountain. But Lin Bozhou is very suspicious, he can't trust others, he has to do everything by himself, and sometimes he has to approve hundreds of papers a day when he is busy.

Staying up late and working overtime is normal for him, and it gets late before he knows it, and he doesn't realize it yet.

Gently tapping his forehead, Lin Bozhou remembered something, and turned his head to look at the bed behind the screen.

From his position, Meng Huan could not be seen.

"Is the lady asleep?"

Shan Xing: "I'm afraid I'm asleep."

Lin Bozhou hummed: "Then let him sleep. You go down too, there are things to do tomorrow."

Meng Huan: "..."

After waiting for so long, just wait for a word and let him sleep, I can't tell if it's speechlessness or an outrageous mood.

It's a bit like being nervous for a long time on the 800-meter test, and finally he was in the queue, and then said: I don't want to take the test.

Meng Huan put on a black question mark face.

... Sure enough, you still have no interest in yourself? hateful. Meng Huan punched the screen with complicated emotions and made a "click".

In the middle of the night, in the empty hall, the servants were leaning against the door to sleep. Lin Bozhou dipped his pen in ink, turned his wrist, and the handwriting fell on the snow-white rice paper.

There was a "click".

Lin Bozhou heard the sound, looked up, and saw Meng Huan standing behind the screen, tilting his head and looking at him with a complicated expression.

Lin Bozhou stopped writing: "Huh?"

"..."

Now that he was discovered, Meng Huan walked over to him with small steps, "My lord, if you don't sleep, it will be dawn."

Lin Bozhou was writing a confidential document. Seeing Meng Huan sitting next to him in a familiar way, he narrowed his eyes, thinking for a moment whether to say step down.

But the first thing Meng Huan did was pick up a piece of refreshment from Lin Bozhou's table: "Can I eat it?"

"Can."

Meng Huan took a bite of his tea: "Douji stuffing? Forget it, let's make do with it."

He finished spinning a piece as quickly as a glutton. He picked up another piece and handed it to Lin Bozhou: "Will the prince eat it?"

"No."

"Oh." Meng Huan stuffed it into his mouth.

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, clenched his pen tightly, and felt that the air was a little silent.

Meng Huan gnawed on his refreshment, lowered his head inadvertently, and saw the calligraphy written in black and white on the table, his eyes fixed.

——This is a letter written by Lin Bozhou to the governor of Zhezhi, asking him to allocate food to the Huanghuai area. At present, the party struggle in the imperial court is very fierce. If there is no order from him, even if the order is given, the people below will find a way to shirk it.

Of course, many people would obstruct his order, so the less people saw the secret letter he agreed to distribute the food before it was officially announced, the better.

Meng Huan stared at it for too long.

He should have read all the military aircraft in the letter.

The emotion in Lin Bozhou's eyes gradually deepened.

Biting the cake, Meng Huan finally spoke in an exclaimed tone: "This word is so beautifully written."

Lin Bozhou: "?"

Meng Huan's eyes sparkled: "Was it written by the prince?"

Too strong, too strong, too strong! It is worthy of being taught by the prince's teacher.

The people who helped Lin Bozhou's father came from Zhan Shi's Mansion, and these prince teachers were all selected by the Hanlin Academy as one of the best Confucian scholars, former number one scholar seedlings.

After Lin Luan's position as prince was abolished, the prince teachers were squeezed out by the new prince and the emperor, so they had to follow Lin Luan to the feudal state of Guzhou. When Lin Bozhou was born, they devoted themselves to cultivating him with all their professionalism, exhausted all their life's learning, and only hoped that Lin Bozhou would become a talent.

Therefore, Lin Bozhou's writing skills are quite advanced, and he is in his twenties, so he can pretend to be an article written by a cabinet scholar.

Seeing is believing. Meng Huan stroked the handwriting on the white paper, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Husband, you are too powerful."

"..."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and remained silent.

Silence again.

He opened his eyes and wanted to say, take some refreshments and go back to bed to eat. But Meng Huan lowered his head and gently pulled along the table, pulling out a piece of letter paper.

"?"

Lin Bozhou's face changed slightly, his eyes turned cold, and he began to rub the string of beads hanging from his wrist. If someone who is familiar with him is around, he should know that according to his usual elegant mood, he is usually considering whether to kill someone at this time.

...The words are so beautifully written.

Not feeling any danger at all, Meng Huan pointed the page at the light, read it over and over again, and read the words on it softly: "Minsheng..."

While reading, he frowned and opened his almond eyes to recognize the traditional Chinese characters.

Re-identify.

"..." Okay, I really don't know each other.

On such a whole sheet of paper, Meng Huan only knows about seven or eight characters, and the rest are all traditional characters, which are still cursive script.

He put down the paper, looked up, and saw Lin Bozhou gloomyly looking at himself with a half-smile.

...Laughing strangely. Meng Huan's back felt cold.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Repeat your beliefs."

Read the letter? Meng Huan asked puzzled, "Why?"

"Read." Lin Bozhou only had one short word.

Although puzzled, Meng Huan still picked up the letter paper just now, coughed lightly, and scanned the letter paper up and down with his eyes.

While waiting, Lin Bozhou did not hear the sound for a long time.

"Um?"

As the shadows fell beside him, Meng Huan pressed his white fingertips against the paper, carefully tapped the first word, and tilted his head like a kitten: "Husband, how do you pronounce this word?"

Lin Bozhou: "..."

That's just a simple "reward".

If you don't even know this word, this letter is completely unreadable.

Meng Huan was also muttering: "Can I stop reading? There are so many words I don't know..."

Lin Bozhou sighed: "Then don't read it.

After walking around for a while, Meng Huan was also a little tired. After sitting down beside him, he propped himself up on the table and took a nap.

When the envelope is finished, seal it with wax.

Lin Bozhou stood up, and the sleeping boy purred softly like a curled up kitten.

The wrist protruding from the cuff is thin and delicate. It is obvious that the food given by Li Ke to Shi Zhong's family is average, and the boy's development is also average. The body seems to be very light.

Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, trying to pull him up.

But pulling his wrist, with almost no effort, the boy fell into his arms.

Meng Huan lay on his stomach, resting his forehead on his chest, and found a soft place to rub against him, and continued to breathe lightly.

Lin Bozhou calmly said, "Get up."

Did not wake up.

Lin Bozhou gently pinched his jaw.

Meng Huan finally woke up, dimly, but his eyes were still closed.

"Are you going to sleep? My lord."

"Sleeping."

After receiving the answer, Meng Huan gently pulled his sleeve and went back to the back bed like a sleepwalking lonely soul.

Then he fell headlong into the soft blanket.

"Hmm..." He also murmured in an uncomfortable dream.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, seeing that he occupied half of the bed, and he had no place to stay, he didn't know what to say for a while.

He pulled Meng Huan's leg and pushed it to the inside of the couch.

Then, some albums were rolled out from under Meng Huan, colorful and thick.

Lin Bozhou picked it up and understood the poem first.

"There is a sky in the little pot, and the iron ox plows the land to plant golden lotus.*"

Understand the picture again.

"..."

The **** pictures had obvious traces of being flipped. Lin Bozhou flipped the pages back and forth with his fingers, and noticed that one of the pages had brand new ink marks.

Meng Huan probably drew something on it, but then erased it.

Is this the mark he made? Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

Do you like this pose better?

Re-examine the scroll. It was a man in disheveled clothes, holding a man in his arms, standing alone, and the other had his feet not touching the ground at all, he was hugged by his waist, his legs were wrapped around the man's waist, and the two had **** in the middle The place.

Even if Lin Bozhou has no experience, he can understand it. This is not entertainment for normal people in bed.

...so, he likes this page?

At that time, serving the bed was just a sentence from Lin Bozhou, which meant a little bit to punish him. Unexpectedly, the young man washed himself clean, brought this **** picture, and chose such a pose.

Did he prepare seriously?

Before Lin Bozhou took him back to his residence, he just thought of throwing him in the backyard to raise him casually, but he didn't expect this person to appear in front of him repeatedly, constantly occupying his sight.

The son who yelled at him earlier.

Now be a good and soft boy.

Which one is the real you?

Looking away from Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou swept the **** picture up and down again, his eyes drooped, and then closed.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion in the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was a bit hot.

The maids hurried in and out to put ice cubes to cool down, their movements were very light, for fear of waking up the prince and his wife who were sleeping lazily on the couch.

Yo, there is also this **** picture on the ground.

Madam's new servant last night, I'm afraid I have been tossing all night, right?

The courageous maid quietly glanced at the couch, and was amazed to see the prince with his arms around the little lady, pressing him tightly in his arms.

The prince has never been close to beauty. In this huge palace, there has never been a wife, a princess, or even any atmosphere of his family members. The maids usually have much less to talk about.

Now, Fuchu finally feels a little bit alive.

The maid tiptoed out the door.

On the bed, Meng Huan was rubbed in his arms. Feeling the heat, he turned his head uncomfortably.

Who is it? It's going to be hot to death. He pushed back against his own body, rubbed his face, and regained consciousness a little.

Looking down, seeing Lin Bozhou on the bed, he seemed to be waking up soon, his long eyelashes trembling.

"..."

Meng Huan lay back on the bed again, and lay back in his arms calmly and unobtrusively, rubbing against his shoulders, confirming that it was exactly the same as Lin Bozhou's hugging him just now.

Lin Bozhou opened his eyes, and saw Meng Huan looking at him with clear eyes, "My lord, are you awake?"

Like a wife who is infinitely envious of him.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes again. The boy in his arms was obedient, like a cat lying in his arms, fearing that his movements would not be intimate enough, he struggled to move into his arms.

Then...he was rubbed by Meng Huan.

"..."

Then, Meng Huan silently moved away again.

The small back and forth movements were quite cute, Lin Bozhou let out a muffled laugh, tilted his head slightly, and hugged Meng Huan even tighter.

The scent of sandalwood entered Meng Huan's nose.

The ancients were fond of incense, Lin Bozhou's clothes were soaked in a thin fragrance, his chin was slightly raised, it was warm, and Meng Huan could rub his neck against his neck just by turning his head.

Meng Huan played the role of the submissive concubine, and asked after a while: "My lord, are you awake?"

"En." Lin Bozhou's voice was lazy.

—He thought he would take good care of his concubine, and said in a pleasant voice: "Then we should have breakfast!"

"..."

Hearing Lin Bozhou's order, Meng Huan jumped up from the bed, ready to rush to the dining room—

Then, he saw the **** picture book that was thrown open on the ground.

The colorful colors and twisted limbs stimulated his nerves just after waking up.

"Bang—" Meng Huan raised his leg and kicked Erotica under the couch, as if he had never seen it before, and nonchalantly twisted the handkerchief to wash.

sin, sin.

Lin Bozhou probably didn't see it, right?

— But the **** pictures are thrown around. If you still can't see them, this person must have eye problems, right?

But...Lin Bozhou does have an eye disease.

Meng Huan wiped his face vigorously with a handkerchief, sweating from his guilty conscience.

The main reason is that Lin Bozhou is not interested in him at all, so it seems stupid to take a book of **** pictures to teach him how to poke his own Meng Huan...

However, he is not interested in himself, which is a good thing, at least he doesn't have to follow the emotional line of TvT, which is full of disasters, loves and kills each other.

Meng Huan picked up the comb and walked up to him, "My lord, I want to comb your hair, okay?"

Lin Bozhou's legs fell to the ground, his expression was lazy, the **** was kneeling to put on his shoes, he didn't bother to raise his eyes when he heard these words.

Someone rushed over outside the door and knocked down a basin of water brought by the maid.

"Bang!"

The copper basin fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

The Prince Regent's Mansion has always been well-regulated, and everyone was surprised that someone was so disrespectful.

Even Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids.

The long history of the palace, that is, the biggest civil servant in the palace, Chen An was out of breath: "My lord, there is something important."

Lin Bozhou frowned.

Meng Huan went to have breakfast by himself.

He saw Lin Bozhou groomed quickly, **** his hair with a jade crown, changed into the bright red royal clothes, and left with a huge crowd of people behind him.

It is estimated that it is to deal with business.

That's great too, the rich and widow life begins now. Meng Huan strolled along this road, and found that the maids and servants treated him very well, and they began to bless him after a long distance.

Meng Huan was puzzled, and turned to ask the maid Feng Zhi, "Why?"

Feng Zhi said: "Ma'am, you slept with the prince last night. Now that the news has spread all over the palace, it might be the prince's heart. Of course they will look at you highly."

Tut tut.

This snobbish feudal society.

But don't worry, it's impossible for me to be his apex, and it would be bad luck to be his apex. While thinking, Meng Huan wandered around the palace to digest food for a while.

I don't know where I went, it should be a remote yard.

Someone is speaking up ahead.

"Whose child?"

"Bold, do you know this is the palace? How dare you climb the wall and run in?"

"Oops, he's jumping in!"

Several women and old men were helpless against the wall, and someone stabbed up with a bamboo pole, as if trying to stab the child down.

Meng Huan approached, and sure enough, he saw a child hanging on the wall, about ten years old, fair-skinned, thin, but with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with a melancholy and deep temperament.

The child stood on the top of the wall and shouted angrily: "Bold! Bold! If you stab again, all of you will lose their heads!"

"..."

"You brat is so bold! Do you know where this is! This is the Prince Regent's Mansion! If you want to play, go to the field to beg for food, don't come to the Prince Regent's Mansion to beg for beating!"

Take the bamboo pole and continue poking.

Meng Huan raised his face, hands behind his back, and wanted to watch the fun, but the kid in front of him was clearly in a bad situation.

His black clothes were stained, apparently he had climbed over the wall to get in.

The dress is quite rich, and I don't know whose family's dandy young master it is.

At the same time, his complexion was tangled, he clearly wanted to come in, but he didn't dare to jump, he was a bit in a dilemma.

Seeing his anxious face, Meng Huan showed mercy: "Don't poke, don't poke, if you poke this child and fall, it's not good."

The old woman turned her face away: "Who are you?" She looked very unconvinced.

Feng Zhi: "Bold! This is the prince's wife."

"..."

Couldn't stand the damned hierarchy in ancient times, but Meng Huan didn't know what to say for a while.

The old woman's expression softened, Meng Huan raised his head, and asked through the shade of ripe plum trees, "Is there any ladder, let him get down first, it will be bad if he falls."

The woman found a ladder, and the young boy climbed up the ladder and stepped on the back of a male servant. He obviously wanted to jump handsomely, but couldn't help but lunged forward.

"..."

What is this doing? Meng Huan looked puzzled and didn't want to bother, "Please watch him, if any parent comes to pick it up, return it."

Who would have thought that this little boy stood upright, walked in front of him, and spoke with great momentum: "I'm with you."

"Alright," Meng Huan nodded, "I'll see you through the main entrance."

Little boy: "No, I won't go to the main entrance."

Meng Huan: "Yeah, well, then I'll take you for a stroll."

The young man fell silent.

Meng Huan giggled: Does visiting the main entrance count as shopping?

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the boy frowned when he saw the main entrance; "You—"

The four words of despicable and shameless were not uttered.

Go one step further.

A group of people were kneeling in the dark at the gate of the palace, some were wearing scarlet suits, some were wearing dark blue suits, and some were wearing official uniforms with patches embroidered on their chests, obviously they were high officials.

But now they were all kneeling at the door, and there was an **** in front of him, kneeling on the ground, with blood gushing out from his forehead, oozing everywhere.

Among the group of people, only Lin Bozhou was standing, with a hideous and terrifying figure. He seemed to have just dismounted, holding a whip in one hand, knocking on the hem of the king's suit with gloomy eyes, and his expression was extremely angry.

In this dead silence, no one dared to speak.

...don't go through the gate just yet. Although he didn't know what happened, Meng Huan pulled the young boy beside him: "Let's go quickly."

But the little boy snorted.

He looked a little smug.

Then, Meng Huan saw him take a step forward, and shouted with great joy, "Brother Huang!"