The historian can't write

The people around thought that Cui Jingxing had suffered from heatstroke, so they hurriedly carried Cui Jingxing to a cool place, begged a bowl of mung bean soup from the pastry shop, and poured it down for him.

Cui Jingxing slowly opened his eyes, unable to exert any strength in his legs, he lay down for a while before getting up from the ground and patting the ashes on his body.He squinted at the direction that person left from the corner of his eye. Today was really unlucky, but since the person had already left, they would not have a chance to see each other again in the future.

The people who hadn't left couldn't help but reminded: "Scholars still have to exercise their bones, and it's not okay to suffer from heatstroke."

Cui Jingxing's cheeks were slightly red, and he bowed to a circle of people, "Thank you for your help."

The common people pointed and pointed at Cui Jingxing in whispers, "This scholar is really handsome."

After hearing this, Cui Jingxing turned even redder, looking like a big girl who has been molested.Surrounded by the crowd and staring at him, he stammered for a while and said, "The Master said, 'See no evil', everyone is so... so...".

"He is quite handsome, but what is he talking about?" A woman grabbed the melon seeds and yelled at the person next to her.

Cui Jingxing's face was flushed, he hurriedly lowered his head and got out of the crowd, walked a little further, straightened his waist, and walked home unhurriedly as before.

Cui Jingxing has no father or mother, and there is only one housekeeper, Cui En, in his family.Cui En was guarding the door early in the morning, saw him from a distance, and hurried to help him, "Why did the young master come back so late today?"

Cui Jingxing waved his hands and walked into the house, "Something happened on the way, which delayed me a little."

Cui En was slightly startled, and followed Cui Jing into the room to help him take off his coat, "Master, I heard that Prime Minister You Shufeng is going to the History Museum tomorrow."

Cui Jingxing sat down casually leaning against the chair. He took a small sip from the teacup to suppress his fatigue, then took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grabbed a folding fan on the table to unfold it.He did not have the sluggishness in the daytime in his gestures, but instead had a sense of coquettishness, and said lightly: "He is just reviewing historical manuscripts as a rule, and has nothing to do with me."

Cui En let out a sigh of relief after hearing this, and said: "That's good, have the colleagues from the history museum told the young master about Mu Shufeng's likes and dislikes in advance?"

Cui Jingxing said: "I have said some, but not in detail."

After hearing this, Cui En said: "Young master, Mu Shufeng has been highly valued since the last emperor was alive, and now he is so light in the court, even the emperor and the queen mother will not easily refute his face. This person has an unpredictable temperament. But if he didn't take the initiative to provoke, he would not talk to others. Moreover, Mu Shufeng is especially fond of cleanliness, and hates other people's skin-to-skin contact with him. I don't know if this is the reason, but he has never had a wife or concubine even though he is young now."

Cui Jingxing slowly shook his fan to drive away the sweltering summer heat, nodded in thought for a moment, "It's easy to get along with, I won't provoke him, and I won't have any close contact with him."

Cui Endao: "Mu Shufeng is moody after all, but you should be cautious in everything, young master."

Cui Jingxing slowly closed the folding fan, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the afterglow, and the light in his eyes flickered.

The next day Cui Jingxing woke up early, with dark circles under his eyes, he went to the office in a daze.He walked slowly and didn't have a carriage. When he arrived at the history museum, the others had already arrived.But he was like a shadow in the history museum, no one noticed when he came, and no one noticed when he left.

The atmosphere of the history museum is quite different today. Everyone is sitting upright, reading or writing. In the past, the history museum was not so quiet, and there were people humming and chatting.

Cui Jing walked halfway and was overwhelmed by the cold atmosphere. He stood at the door of the main house and didn't go in, trying to figure out why.

Dianshu came around from behind him and patted him on the shoulder, "Master Cui? Why are you stuck here? Master Mu arrived early in the morning."

Cui Jingxing bowed hurriedly when he heard the words, and said, "Thank you for reminding me."

Dianshu smiled and turned around to go to the library, and shook his head and sighed after walking a little farther, this Cui Xiuzhuan is really stupid in reading and reading, what time is it and he still engages in those vain rituals.

Cui Jingxing lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped into the threshold, he saw a young man with thin lips and phoenix eyes sitting in the middle, looking down at the young man wearing a deep purple official robe, he must be the Prime Minister of the Right, Mu Shufeng.

But such a familiar face... Cui Jingxing's eyelids twitched, isn't this the person he knocked down yesterday?That person turned out to be Mu Shufeng!He was silent for a moment, and seeing that no one in the room noticed him, he backed away calmly.

Mu Shufeng was drinking tea. He lowered his head and blew lightly with the lid of the cup to wipe off a layer of tea foam on the water surface. He said without raising his head, "Cui Xiuzhuan."

Cui Jingxing's footsteps stopped suddenly and he almost fell down. He took two steps forward as if nothing had happened, bowed his hands and made a long bow, and said with a pedantic look on his face: "Cui Jingxing, my subordinate, has met Mr. Mu."

Mu Shufeng put the tea cup on the table beside him, looked at Cui Jingxing outside the door, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped each finger, "Cui Xiuzhuan."

Cui Jingxing still maintained a saluting posture in a daze, as if he couldn't understand other people's eyes, he slapped Shen Xiuzhuan on the side of his head who was anxiously thinking of a book, and smashed the elm lump.

Only then did Mu Shufeng look up at him, flicked the non-existent dust on the official robe, got up and walked to Cui Jingxing, lowered his head slightly and approached Cui Jingxing, squinted at him twice, "Don't dare to look at me?"

Cui Jingxing looked at him blankly, and said in a puzzled tone, "My lord didn't ask me to look up."

Mu Shufeng sneered and said, "If I don't let you look up, you won't look up. If I let you die, will you die?"

Cui Jingxing blinked his eyes slowly, his thick eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly in the center of a flower, as if it could seduce people's souls.After a long time, he showed some embarrassment, and said: "Dong Ziyou said that 'a king wants his ministers to die, and if a minister does not die, it is because of disloyalty', but Mr. Mu is not a king."

Mu Shufeng controlled the government, Sima Zhaozhi's heart was known to everyone, Cui Jingxing's words hit Mu Shufeng's face brightly, everyone in the History Museum almost fainted from fright, and only one sentence remained in their minds - nerd Why do you want to be an official?Hurt self and others!

Mu Shufeng was strangely not angry, he stood up straight, and went out the door expressionlessly.

Everyone looked at each other, were they angry or not?They were a little confused about which play Mu Shufeng was singing, and he was really moody.

Cui Jingxing didn't seem to realize that he had just caused a catastrophe, he bent down to pick up the compiled history manuscript, and sent it to Mu Shufeng's study next door without any haste.

Mu Shufeng doesn't come to this study often, and there are not many furnishings in it, only the most basic set of furniture, a table, two chairs, a small couch for resting on the west wall, and a row of bookshelf.

Mu Shufeng didn't sit down after entering the room, and he threw the handkerchief on the table when Cui Jingxing came over, "Wipe the table and chairs again."

Cui Jingxing put down the book in his hand, honestly wiped the table and chairs carefully, "Lord Mu, it's clean."

Mu Shufeng has been watching his movements from the side, and sat down after confirming that he wiped cleanly. Seeing that Cui Jingxing was still motionless again, it really wouldn't be a problem. Inkstone, "grinding."

Cui Jingxing grinded diligently, put down the ink stick after a while, he hesitated for a long time before he said: "Lord Mu, it was an unintentional mistake that I bumped into you yesterday, I hope you can bear with me."

"Do you think I look like a person who must be punished?"

Cui Jingxing remained silent, with a perplexed expression, as if struggling with how to respond, and finally answered after a while: "Your Excellency is wise."

"..." Mu Shufeng was sullen, and looked up at Cui Jingxing's dumbfounded look. Even if he got angry, Cui Jingxing wouldn't understand why, so he laughed instead, "Is this compliment also learned from books?"

Cui Jingxing looked at him blankly, "It was Shen Xiuzhuan who taught me."

"How did he teach you?" Mu Shufeng didn't believe that the few people in the history museum dared to teach this nerd like this, it must be that the nerd understood it wrong.

Cui Jingxing described the original words written by Shen Xiu.

Mu Shufeng didn't know how to evaluate it, so he said after a while: "It's not easy for you to be an official for so many years."

Cui Jingxing said: "Thank you for your compassion."

"..." Am I sympathizing with you?I'm making fun of you.Mu Shufeng bowed his head to review the history manuscript in his hand, but there was no response. After a while, he turned a page and said, "I've heard a lot of rumors. I'm a treacherous minister, and infamy is a must in history."

Cui Jingxing said: "Isn't your lord revising the history?"

Mu Shufeng looked at him. Is this person really a nerd, or is he scolding him with a double entendre for usurping historical outlines and writings to cover up his mistakes?

Cui Jingxing looked back dully, "My lord, what are your orders?"

It seems that he thought too much, this is really a nerd, Mu Shufeng suddenly asked: "If I were not the supervisor of the history museum, what would you write?" Few people tell the truth in front of him, he wants to hear this Nerd truth.

Cui Jingxing said: "The editors don't allow me to directly participate in the compilation of national history." Everyone knows his dullness, and they are afraid that he will write indiscriminately, and he will end up implicating the nine clans like Mu Pingsheng, and will also implicate his colleagues in the history museum.

Mu Shufeng was suddenly irrefutable, and he turned to say: "You should have heard of Mu Pingsheng's name, right?"

Cui Jingxing's heart skipped a beat, he suppressed the rhythm of his breathing, his expression remained normal, and all his guesses were hidden, "A criminal who was implicated by the nine clans 20 years ago?"

Mu Shufeng withdrew his gaze, his tone was a little bit disappointed, and he sighed, "20 years ago, the criminal minister Mu Pingsheng knew how to write straight books, but now you people who write history only know how to flatter and whitewash peace. What a generation Not as good as a generation."

When Cui Jingxing heard the words, he said firmly: "Your Excellency is wise."

"Rewrite this paragraph again, the calligraphy is accurate, I am not someone who loses his temper casually, otherwise you would not be able to keep your official uniform yesterday." Mu Shufeng pulled out a stack of manuscripts and pushed them to the opposite side.

Cui Jingxing sat down on the chair opposite and began to seriously revise the historical manuscript, and handed in the new manuscript in a short while.

Mu Shufeng looked between the lines, and Mugou popped up every few sentences, his face became darker and darker, and finally he slapped the manuscript on the table, "Continue to change it for me."

If it weren't for the fact that Cui Xiuzhuan was so stupid, Mu Shufeng would have thought that this person took the opportunity to insult him several times!

This time, every time Cui Jingxing finished editing, Mu Shufeng didn't read it anymore, and directly pressed down the manuscript for him to continue editing.

Cui Jingxing did not argue, and continued to revise the manuscript honestly.

Mu Shufeng raised his eyes to look at him, staring at those thick eyelashes with arcs for a long time, obviously a pair of heavenly beautiful eyes is a peerless young man, but his eyes are full of dullness like a pedantic scholar.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, skinless and boneless, no matter how similar his eyebrows and eyes were, he was not an old friend.