第一千五百二十二章


            

            
            
            
            
            
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                薛尚书被怼得说不出话来,片刻道,“北堂公子,我不是这个意思。北堂家和雏凤的事儿,我的确不是很了解。这样吧,这件事情我立即进宫去问问皇上,您看如何?”
                
            

            

            
            
                “到时候,也能给公子一个准确的答复。”
                
            

            

            
            
                沈玉看着他,没说话。
                
            

            

            
            
                薛尚书一头冷汗,摸不准她的想法。
                
            

            

            
            
                直到他快撑不住时,沈玉开了口,“不是,你这口气,怎么倒像是我在找你办事儿啊?”
                
            

            

            
            
                “这……”
                
            

            

            
            
                薛尚书一听这话,给整不会了,只得解释道,“公子,您莫要误会,是我求您!”
                
            

            

            
            
                “是我求您办事儿啊!”
                
            

            

            
            
                “只是,这事儿我提前准备得不好,还请公子给点时间,让我铺排一番啊!”
                
            

            

            
            
                心下却一阵无力:这人医术是好,人真的很难搞啊!
                
            

            

            
            
                沈玉哼了一声,“罢了,看你跟个狗腿子一样,便给你点时间吧。几天?”
                
            

            

            
            
                “太久了,本公子可没什么耐心!”
                
            

            

            
            
                “……”薛尚书飞快思索一翻,试探道,“两、两天如何?”
                
            

            

            
            
                “行吧,最多三天。”
                
            

            

            
            
                沈玉睨了他一眼,“过时不候。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “是,是!”
                
            

            

            
            
                薛尚书送了口气,慌忙给她倒酒。
                
            

            

            
            
                沈玉抿了一口,“这酒倒是不错,八十年陈酿的味道,还是可以的。”
                
            

            

            
            
                “哎哟,公子喜欢就好!”
                
            

            

            
            
                薛尚书一喜,心道,终于让着祖宗满意了一次。