The historian can't write

Mu Shufeng was attacked by Mu Bai in a sneak attack, and his body was seriously injured, but he didn't know what Mu Bai wanted to do, and he didn't dare to leave the court for a while, and he still endured his injuries and went to the Yamen the next day.Fortunately, the people in the yamen did not dare to look him in the face, so no one could see that Mu Shufeng's face was sick.

In the afternoon, someone knocked on the door.

Mu Shufeng put down the notebook in his hand, "Come in."

The visitor took a look at Mu Shufeng, and he was stunned for a moment. Why is Mr. Mu so pale today?But he didn't ask too many questions. Anyway, the more you say, the more mistakes, the less you say, the less mistakes, and it's not bad.He bowed his head and said, "My lord, today is the first day of the new year, can you still go to the history museum for review?"

Mu Shufeng suppressed his throat and coughed twice. He couldn't show too much sickness, otherwise the court would be messed up.Let’s keep everything as usual, think about it, Mu Shufeng closed the booklet, “En.”

After Cui Jingxing finished teaching the little emperor, as soon as he arrived at the history museum, he was pushed by several editors to deal with Mu Shufeng.Cui Jingxing couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, but frowned on his face, "Is it my turn to deliver manuscripts to Lord Mu again?"

Bai Xiuzhuan laughed and said: "You know, we can't get close to Mr. Mu, lest we offend Mr. Mu. It happens that you get along well with Mr. Mu, so you can save Mr. Mu from losing his temper if you go to deliver the manuscript. Don't worry, we have done the work for you."

Cui Jingxing declined twice to no avail, so he had no choice but to agree. Anyway, he has a good sense of Mu Shufeng now, and he doesn't hate this job.

The afternoon sun is always very gentle, and even Mu Shufeng, who was sitting by the window, softened his brows and eyes, not as sharp as before.

As soon as Cui Jingxing opened the door, he saw this picture of a living beauty. He was in a daze for a moment, and suppressed the occasional throbbing in his heart, "Master Mu, this is the history draft from last month."

Mu Shufeng looked up at him, "Let it go."

With the manuscript in Cui Jingxing's hand, he glanced at Mu Shufeng's face, hesitated and said, "My lord, take care of yourself."

Mu Shufeng paused for breath, and responded after a while, "It's okay to have a cold occasionally." Then, he coughed twice under his throat, swallowing the fishy sweetness in his throat.

Cui Jingxing didn't seem to be okay with him, and no one dared to persuade him even if he wanted to. He sat opposite Mu Shufeng, and while correcting the mistakes in the historical manuscript circled by Mu Shufeng, he thought about how to persuade him again.

Mu Shufeng suddenly put down the pen in his hand, "If you have something to say, why hesitate?"

Cui Jingxing said: "If your lord is unwell, you can go to the couch and rest for a while."

"No problem."

In many cases, Mu Shufeng was a very stubborn person, otherwise there would not have been rumors that he acted arbitrarily in the court.Cui Jingxing couldn't continue to persuade him, so he stopped talking.

Cui Jingxing was quiet for a while, and Mu Shufeng started talking again, "Are you worried about my body just now?"

Cui Jingxing wondered, did he act very obviously?

Mu Shufeng was silent for a moment, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that no one has worried about me for a long time." Speaking of this, he sneered, feeling that he really became hypocritical after being seriously injured.

"Uncle Mu is also worried about you."

Mu Shufeng laughed at himself, Mu Bai only cared about Mu Pingsheng.

After hearing the laughter, Cui Jingxing vaguely understood that Mu Mu's father and son were not as loving and filial as they appeared on the surface. Not as good as him.

So what if Mu Shufeng is high and powerful?The whole world is looking forward to his early death, it really is... the heights are too cold.

Mu Shufeng rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said upsetly: "Do you like shopping?"

Cui Jingxing couldn't figure out what Mu Shufeng meant by these words, and turned all kinds of conspiracy theories in his mind, and finally replied: "Go to the bookstore once in a while."

"Okay, Xia Ya will accompany me for a walk."

"......Yes."