The historian can't write

When Cui Jingxing received the transfer order, he had just finished clearing the table and was about to go home.After a transfer order came down, he looked blank. Didn't he tell Mu Shufeng yesterday that he likes to work in the History Museum?

The official who came to transmit the transfer order smiled and said, "Master Cui, did you hear me clearly?"

Cui Jingxing asked hesitantly, "Concurrently serving as the governor for a day?"

The colleagues in the history museum were also surprised. They couldn't help but wonder if Cui Jingxing really flattered Mu Shufeng. Otherwise, how could he have been promoted out of thin air?But this promotion is only promoted for one day, it really looks like a joke.

The official saw that everyone had different expressions, so he kindly told them about the demotion of several officials. At the end, he said with a faint smile: "As an official and a person, you should be cautious in your words and deeds."

Everyone now understood that Mu Shufeng was annoyed, and wanted to shake the mountain and shake the tiger.But even though Cui Jingxing was a chess piece used by Mu Shufeng, everyone in the history museum was also honored. They hadn't seen the promotion order for many years.

It was the first time that Cui Jingxing felt Mu Shufeng's ruthlessness. He was slightly surprised that Mu Shufeng suddenly lost his temper. He received the order without saying a word, and then continued to pack his things.He stuffed the transcribed booklet into his sleeve, and left the history museum in a muffled voice.

Lao Xiuzhuan snorted coldly, but it was just a paper order, Cui boy finally didn't lose his temper because of this, he went back to the house with his hands behind his back in satisfaction.

Bai Xiuzhuan followed Cui Jingxing out of the door, "Cui Xiuzhuan, where are you going?"

Cui Jingxing looked puzzled, "It's time to go back home." He has bad legs and feet, so he has to check the time to leave every day, otherwise it will be dark when he gets home.

Bai Xiuzhuan was speechless, "It's hard to get promoted, don't you have any other feelings?"

Cui Jingxing said: "Wherever you are, you are serving the emperor."

"It's easy for you to arrange."

"It's just a day." Cui Jingxing shook his head.

But in just one day, Cui Jingxing also experienced the completely different warmth and coldness of human feelings.In the past, he walked on the street, oblivious to the crowd, but today, people greeted him frequently, and he didn't even know who those people were.Some people wanted to invite him to a banquet, Cui Jingxing naturally refused.

Cui Jingxing pulled his ripped official robe, lowered his head to cover his eyebrows and eyes.

A soft sedan passed by him, and the occupant of the sedan lifted the curtain to see Cui Jingxing's figure, called to stop the bearer, and then got off the sedan and walked in front of Cui Jingxing.

Cui Jingxing was blocked by someone, and when he looked up, he saw a Confucian scholar in a purple official robe.This person is about 40 years old, probably pampered and well maintained, with long beard and beautiful temples, and extremely elegant.He didn't know who this person was, but he could recognize that this person was older than his official, so he saluted.

The man looked Cui Jingxing up and down, "He really looks good."

Cui Jingxing replied indifferently: "My lord, thank you."

"Is it inconvenient to work in the history museum?"

"It's okay."

The man asked a lot of questions again, as if caring for Cui Jingxing.Cui Jingxing occasionally replied with a sentence or two.

Seeing that Cui Jingxing was not frightened or humiliated, that person was very satisfied, as long as he was not a servile and coquettish person who climbed up the pole, it would be fine, Mu Shufeng cared so much about this person, if he was really such a treacherous person, it would be a misfortune for the court. "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, come to me."

Cui Jingxing looked up at him, "My lord, who are you?"

"..." The man was choked, and it took him a long time to recover, "You don't know who I am?"

Cui Jingxing remained silent, if he knew he would not ask.As Shi Dang is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, he has devoted himself to studying various books in the past few years.

"You don't know what you've been talking to me for so long?"

"It's impolite to interrupt someone talking." So he never interrupted that person.

The angry man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said after a while: "I am the Minister of the Ministry of Officials." Ordinary people would be terrified when they saw him, why is this person acting like an idiot?What a waste of a good looks.

Cui Jingxing's expression was as usual, "I have seen Lord Shangshu."

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials looked at him quietly, "You don't know my surname, do you?"

Cui Jingxing's cheeks were slightly red, and he opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"My surname is Fang." Fang Zhiren paused and said, "I am Fang Qi's father. You and him are good friends. Didn't he mention me?"

Cui Jingxing was a little surprised this time, he looked at Fang Zhiren, the other person's eyebrows and eyes were indeed similar to Fang Qi, "Brother Fang never mentioned his family background, and the lower officials would not ask too much."

"He's a good and polite boy." Fang Zhiren said with a smile, "I've sprained my waist, you can come to the mansion to visit me in two days." If ordinary people say this, then they must be shameless.But Fang Zhiren is a senior official of the second rank, and when he opened his mouth to say this, it was obvious that he wanted to take care of Cui Jingxing, and no matter how many people sent greeting cards, he would not be able to enter the gate of Fangfu.

Cui Jingxing didn't seem to understand the meaning behind this sentence, and said blankly: "I was negligent about this matter. After parting with Brother Fang yesterday, I forgot to condolences to his injury. After two days of leisure, I will visit Fang Brother."

Fang Zhiren is a nerd at heart, but he is very satisfied with Cui Jingxing's honesty.

Cui Jingxing hesitated for a moment.

Fang Zhiren said: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Cui Jingxing said: "Why does Mr. Fang take such good care of the officials?"

Fang Zhiren smiled and said: "What can I plan for you? I only hope that you will be by Mu Daren's side in the future, and you can persuade Mu Daren to restrain your temper. He is a rare capable minister, but he is too rigid and easy to break. Keep an eye on him."

Cui Jingxing saw that Fang Zhiren's expression did not seem to be fake, he was silent for a moment and said: "But Mr. Mu probably won't listen to persuasion."

"He will listen to your advice."

"Why?"

Fang Zhiren smiled meaningfully, and gave Cui Jingxing a look that everyone understood but no one said, "Fate."

"..." Cui Jingxing doubted whether Mu Shufeng's move could really wash away their relationship?

Fang Zhiren patted Cui Jingxing on the shoulder, turned around and went back into the sedan chair.

After the sedan chair left, Cui Jingxing was still standing there thinking.

"Meow."

Cui Jingxing came back to his senses, there was a familiar cat lying on his feet, he smiled and bent down to pick up the cat, "Why are you running around?"

The flower cat rubbed against his clothes.

Cui Jingxing stroked the cat's fur, squeezed his purse, and bought some jerky for it.After eating the jerky, Huamao reluctantly left, and it even wanted to betray its master.

Mu Shufeng was watering the flowers, when he heard the cat jumping down from the eaves, he asked without turning his head, "Did that nerd feel grateful?"

The cat licked its paws and mocked its owner for being affectionate. After a while, he "meowed" a few times. As usual, he didn't even know that he was being rumored.

Mu Shufeng put down the flowers and wiped his hands, "Nerd."