The historian can't write

Cui Jing walked to the bookshelf, slid his fingertips across the spine of a book, and stopped on a miscellaneous book with a blue cover. He took out the book and sat at the desk to read it.

He looked at the words in the book, but he didn't turn the page after a long time.Suddenly Cui Jingxing closed the book, he picked up a pen and sketched a few strokes on the blank straw paper, and a mimosa was vividly on the paper.

A smile appeared on the corner of Cui Jingxing's mouth, he dried the ink, folded up the painting and put it in the desk case and pressed it.

It was getting late, and after Cui Jingxing had dinner, he walked around the yard a few times to trim the weeds in the yard. These weeds grew here, and he would not remove them easily.

"Master," Cui En hugged the quilts that had just been dried, and was about to put them into the house. Seeing that Cui Jingxing was still outside, he persuaded, "It's getting late. You have worked hard for several days, so go to rest early."

"Hmm." Cui Jingxing returned to the house with a very beautiful flowerpot in his arms. He dug some soil from the yard and spread it in the flowerpot. Without saying much, he placed the flowerpot on the table beside the bed.The little goblin was a little bit embarrassed and refused to speak out about some things, so Cui Jingxing prepared this flower pot in advance, and if the little goblin wanted to get in, he would get in.

Mimosa lay on Cui Jingxing's head and was still sleeping, as if she had been extremely tired these days.

Cui Jingxing let out a bun, put the mimosa on the table, and put a soft and white handkerchief under it.Then he took out a stack of papers and began to write a historical manuscript about the Weihe flood.

In the middle of writing, Cui Jingxing dipped some water from the teacup with a clean brush and applied it to the root of the mimosa.

The mimosa shrank its leaves and curled up the brush.

Cui Jingxing shook his head helplessly, and pulled out the brush with a smile. His movements were very gentle, and he did not disturb the sleeping Mimosa.

"Why are you so tired?" Cui Jingxing ordered some leaves of mimosa.

A leaf of the mimosa rose up and trembled, and fell again.

Cui Jingxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stopped teasing it, and turned his head to concentrate on finishing the historical manuscript at hand.It was already midnight when he finished writing, Cui Jingxing yawned, tidied up the desk, and then returned to bed with a mimosa in his hands.

He put the mimosa next to his armpits, turned his head to look at it, and slowly closed his eyes, having a good night's dream.I have to go to the History Museum early tomorrow morning, maybe the imperial decree bestowed by the emperor will come down.

The next day Cui Jingxing got up early as before. He had two faint dark circles under his eyes. When he turned his head, he saw that the mimosa had disappeared. He got out of bed and searched around, only to find that the little monster had really left.

"It really comes and goes in such a hurry." Cui Jingxing glanced at the empty flower pot on the table, touched the edge of the pot, but finally did not remove it.He stood still for a while, then said, "Uncle Cui, I'm going to the yamen."

"Master! Let's go after breakfast." Cui En shouted from the kitchen.

Cui Jingxing suddenly lost his appetite at this time, so he made up an excuse, "There are still some things in the history museum, it's too late."

Cui En came out of the kitchen in a hurry with an iron spoon in hand, "Then young master, bring more money and buy some biscuits on the way."

"it is good."

The History Museum is still the most leisurely yamen, and the editors finish sorting out the things in their hands every day, and then sit and chat with nothing to do.

"According to the days, Cui Xiuzhuan has been gone for more than a month." Shen Xiuzhuan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said.

Bai Xiuzhuan enviously said: "I heard that Cui Xiuzhuan and the others have done a good job this time, and they may be promoted in the future."

Shen Xiuzhuan shook his head and said: "As for Cui Xiuzhuan's nerdy nature, it would be fine if he could be a clerical worker steadily all his life, but if he is really given an important position, I'm afraid he will offend many people."

Bai Xiu wrote: "Isn't there still Mu Daren covering him?"

"Hmph." Lao Xiuzhuan snorted coldly, he was the one who disliked Mugou the most.

While he was talking, Cui Jingxing quietly walked past the window, and he ran to the library again.

Fortunately, Bai Xiuzhuan saw him facing the window, and quickly called him, "Cui Xiuzhuan! Why did you squat down and read a book just after you came back?"

Cui Jingxing stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at him, and said in a daze for a while, "The Master said, 'A gentleman is knowledgeable in literature, and he should be courteous...'."

"Ah!" Bai Xiuzhuan interrupted Cui Jingxing with a heavy sigh, "Cui Xiuzhuan, Cui Xiuzhuan, if you are still so pedantic in the future, Master Mu will drive you back in a few days."

Cui Jingxing didn't know why, "I'm not in the history museum? Where do I want to go back?"

Shen Xiuzhuan turned to look at him, and said with a smile: "Cui Xiuzhuan, let me congratulate you in advance for your promotion."

Cui Jingxing was slightly startled when he heard this, waved his hands again and again, shook his head and said, "I only like to edit historical manuscripts, I won't go anywhere else."

"Humph." Lao Xiuzhuan hummed twice in satisfaction, and showed a little smile to Cui Jingxing, "Cui boy, remember what you said today. Humans can eat without meat, but they can't live without bones."

Cui Jingxing knew that Lao Xiuzhuan didn't like Mu Shufeng, so he didn't argue with him, he nodded honestly, and then went into the room to hand over the duties of the past few days to his colleagues, but seeing that he had gained the favor of the people above, The people in the history museum didn't dare to order him to work, only Lao Xiuzhuan arranged something for him to do.

In the blink of an eye, the whole morning passed, and Cui Jingxing's stomach started to growl when Cui Jingxing made the last stroke.

"Cui Xiuzhuan," Shen Xiuzhuan said with a smile, "let's go to the public kitchen for dinner."

Cui Jingxing rinsed the pen slowly, and then said: "Okay."

Every yamen has its own back kitchen, but the cooks of each public kitchen are different, and the taste is also different. The public kitchen of the History Museum is not bad, the taste is not as good as Cui En's craftsmanship, but it can be regarded as good It is delicious in color and fragrance.

In the past, the public kitchen of the History Museum was lively and lively, but when Cui Jingxing entered the door today, the dead silence in the room made his heart skip a beat, and then he saw a familiar figure sitting in front of a table with his back turned to him.

A green figure appeared in Cui Jingxing's mind, and he whispered to himself, "Little fairy?"

"Little Fairy" turned around slowly, revealing the same face as Mu Shufeng.

Everyone in the public kitchen looked at Cui Jingxing in admiration and shock, how dare this person molested Mugou?