The historian can't write

"It would be disgraceful to do so." Cui Jingxing muttered as he undressed slowly.

As the clothes were taken off, a large bruise on the back was exposed.

Mu Shufeng was silent for a moment, then dabbed some ointment on it, "Shout when it hurts."

"En." Cui Jingxing lay on the bed, clutching the pillow tightly, and snorted, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead immediately, his breath was filled with pain, "My lord..."

"Oh, it's useless to shout." Mu Shufeng's hands that applied the medicine were merciless.

"..." Cui Jingxing swallowed the swear words slowly.

"How can you be so heroic just now?"

Cui Jingxing said tremblingly: "Fang Qi's leg injury has not healed, if he is hit with a stick again, it may be difficult to recover."

Mu Shufeng paused slightly, "Isn't it good to be a pair of crippled brothers with you? Hard brothers."

Cui Jingxing didn't answer, and waited until the medicine was almost finished before he said, "He's still young, so he shouldn't be a cripple."

"What about you?" Mu Shufeng burst into anger for no reason, "If this stick hits your head, you will become a fool."

Cui Jingxing grabbed the pillow and said without turning his head: "'Life is what I want, righteousness is also what I want, you can't have both, and one who sacrifices life for righteousness'." In fact, he just did it subconsciously. blocked it.

"Heh." Mu Shufeng sneered, "Your leg is also 'sacrificing one's life' lame, right?"

Of course not, Cui Jingxing's left leg moved subconsciously, it was disabled in the death row, but he couldn't say it, so he said that he was a fish that slipped through the net, not only his own life would be in jeopardy, but he would also be implicated To the safety of Uncle Cui.From the moment he came out of the death row, he had no connection with the surname Mu.

Cui Jingxing turned over and sat up, saluted and said: "Thank you for the medicine, sir, I will come to pay a visit sometime later."

Mu Shufeng said: "It's getting dark, I'm afraid there will be no one on the street when you walk home with your legs and feet. Stay and rest, I will send someone to inform Cui Mansion."

Cui Jingxing was a little embarrassed.

Mu Shufeng had already sent someone to deliver the letter. He sat on a chair and lit a candle, his pale face became more and more tired under the lamp.

Cui Jingxing was slightly taken aback, "My lord, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's just cold." Mu Shufeng covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed twice, folding the blood on the handkerchief.

Cui Jingxing hesitated for a while, "My lord, you still have to take the medicine in time."

"En." Mu Shufeng rubbed the center of his brows, and when the candle was about to burn, he walked over and lay down next to Cui Jingxing, "Sleep."

He said that he wanted to teach Cui Jingxing a lesson, that he would not look at Cui Jingxing in the form of a mimosa recently, but the human form is still acceptable.

This is the second time that Cui Jingxing has shared the bed with Mu Shufeng. Although he doesn't know why Mu Shufeng sleeps with him in the guest room, he can't take the initiative to ask, so as not to make Mu Shufeng angry when he asks, which is not good. .Forget it, it's not that he hasn't slept, Cui Jingxing turned over to give Mu Shufeng a little more space.

In the middle of the night, Mu Shufeng stuck to Cui Jingxing's body, pressed Cui Jingxing's lips with one hand, and pressed his whole body tightly against his chest. In the middle of the night, he murmured in his dream, "Qiuqiu..."

Cui Jingxing was pressed on the bed by the "ghost" all night, and most of his body was numb the next day. He seriously suspected that Mu Shufeng asked him to stay as a pillow.

Seeing that Cui Jingxing was inconvenient to move, Mu Shufeng felt a little guilty, so he let Cui Jingxing ride in his carriage.

Cui Jingxing politely declined, because the relationship between him and Mu Shufeng was not clear at first, if he took a carriage to the Yamen in the early morning, I'm afraid he would never be able to clear it up.

"Lord Mu, are you choosing a concubine in the palace today?" Cui Jingxing watched as Mu Shufeng adjusted his official robes.

Mu Shufeng nodded slightly, "I told you my name that day, just call me Jiqing. It's true, what's wrong?"

Cui Jingxing pretended not to hear the previous sentence. Although he wants to hug Mu Shufeng's thigh, he still needs to keep a distance. The exchange of words is just a matter of talking. There is no need to really call Mu Shufeng in daily life. Otherwise, he always feels that once some boundaries are blurred, there will be more headaches for him in the future.

"My lord, it is inappropriate for lower officials to participate in this matter."

"You don't have to enter the palace to teach the emperor this morning."

"Yes."

Mu Shufeng saw that Cui Jingxing didn't want to ride with him, so he took a step forward. After all, there were a lot of affairs in the court recently, so he had to go to the Yamen early. As for the matter of the little emperor's choice of concubine, let the people in the harem deal with it. Anyway, no matter what kind of concubine he chooses, it has nothing to do with him in the end, let alone the affairs of the court.

"Master." Mu Qi followed the carriage, running and jumping, "I've finished investigating what you asked me to investigate."

"kindness?"

"Yesterday, those two people belittled Cui Xiuzhuan behind their backs. After Fang Qi heard them, they said a few words, and that young master started fighting with Fang Qi."

Mu Shufeng was puzzled and said, "Belittling?"

"It means scolding. They scolded Cui Jingxing for hooking up with you, saying that you had an affair with Cui Jingxing."

"Nonsense!" Mu Shufeng frowned. It seemed that the effect of killing chickens and monkeys last time was not good. There were too many moths raised in the court, and they had nothing to do all day. They really had to try it out for a change.

Mu Qi nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, who can fall in love with you."

"..." Mu Shufeng pretended that he hadn't heard, and closed his eyes in anger. Cui Jingxing liked his prototype very much.

Since the master is not at home, it is not easy for Cui Jingxing to stay longer.There was no need to enter the palace in the morning, he came out of the Mu Mansion after packing up, and went to the History Museum. He thought that there would be no one in the History Museum early in the morning, but he saw Lao Xiuzhuan packing his things.

Hearing the footsteps, Lao Xiuzhuan looked back at him, his face was stiff for a while, then nodded and said, "Cui Xiuzhuan."

Cui Jingxing returned the salute.

The old Xiuzhuan suddenly sighed, "Cui Xiuzhuan, I know you are not a person who clings to the powerful, and it is not a good thing for you to get too close to Mugou now."

Cui Jingxing said with a straight face: "Mr. Mu and I are friends of gentlemen."

"Bah, Mugou is just a villain." Lao Xiuzhuan paused and said, "Linhe County is my hometown. There was a flood a few months ago, and I couldn't get back to visit my mother. Now the affairs of the History Museum are almost over. After the handover is over, I will retire and return home. You are a good boy, so before I leave, I still want to ask you a few words, after all, it is not wise to seek skins from tigers."

Cui Jingxing's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked at Lao Xiuzhuan calmly, could it be that Lao Xiuzhuan saw that he deliberately approached Mu Shufeng?

Lao Xiuzhuan looked back meaningfully, and shook his head after a while, "35 years ago, Mu Pingsheng was kind to me."

Cui Jingxing's heart sank, and he was inevitably flustered, but it was impossible for anyone to recognize him.He forced himself to calm down, and looked at Lao Xiuzhuan blankly, "What does Lao Xiuzhuan mean by this?"

"I just think Cui Xiuzhuan is very similar to Mrs. Mu."

Cui Jingxing's voice was a little tight, "There are many people who look alike in the world."

"Probably so." Lao Xiuzhuan turned back to pack his things, and said, "If Mu Shufeng has no intention of rebelling, then when the emperor controls the government, those who follow Mu Shufeng will be as doomed as Mu Shufeng But if Mu Shufeng has the heart of treason, how can he tolerate a historian like you?"

Cui Jingxing remained silent.

Lao Xiuzhuan continued: "The emperor can tolerate his stains recorded by the historian because the stains are above the bottom line of his tolerance. If he crosses this line...Mu Ping will end up in life. Mu Shufengruo To seek power and usurp the throne, the means used must be dishonorable, will he leave behind people who know his dirty deeds? The closer you get to him, the worse the future will be."

Everyone in the history museum knows that Lao Xiuzhuan has an upright personality and has always liked to speak out. But if he really has no brains at all, how could Lao Xiuzhuan have been a historian for so many years?Cui Jingxing didn't agree with Lao Xiu's idea of ​​writing to be wise and protect his life. Anyway, if he wanted to write the history of the previous dynasty, even if he didn't cling to Mu Shufeng, he might end up dead in the end.

Cui Jingxing pretended not to understand Lao Xiuzhuan's hint, and instead asked, "Old Xiuzhuan, do you know what Mu Pingsheng wrote back then to offend the late Emperor?"

Lao Xiuzhuan was silent for a long time, he had buried this secret for many years.From the first moment he saw Cui Jingxing, he recognized the child's identity, but he couldn't recognize him, and he couldn't say it out, so he had to defend him occasionally on weekdays, and only hoped that Master Mu's only blood would be safe and sound. survive.

"Old editor?"

Lao Xiuzhuan turned back and said: "If one day you resign from office and don't care about court affairs, come to He County to find me. I will tell you everything at that time."

"I..." Cui Jingxing stopped talking when he heard Bai Xiuzhuan's voice coming from the door.

Bai Xiuzhuan and Shen Xiuzhuan came in together, looked at the two people in the room in surprise, "Hey, why did you come so early today?"

Lao Xiuzhuan snorted coldly, "The handover can be finished today, and I finally don't have to look at Mugou's face."

Bai Xiuzhuan laughed and said, "When Mr. Mu comes, don't you always hide in the toilet?"

Old Xiu Zhuan glared at him.

Shen Xiuzhuan blushed with suppressed laughter, he coughed twice and said, "I will practice it for Lao Xiuzhuan someday."

Cui Jingxing looked at Lao Xiuzhuan's busy back, and for no reason recalled the first time he spoke to Lao Xiuzhuan a few months ago.At that time, he wanted to enter the Secret Pavilion to investigate the history of the previous dynasty, so he asked Lao Xiuzhuan about the Secret Pavilion.Lao Xiuzhuan's first reaction was that he was going to touch the history of the previous dynasty and threatened him with Mu Pingsheng's fate.

At the beginning, Cui Jingxing didn't doubt why Lao Xiuzhuan thought that way, but now it seems that Lao Xiuzhuan has recognized his identity long ago, and also knows that he returned to the capital for the history of the previous dynasty.Cui Jingxing has always been very suspicious, but he also knows that Lao Xiuzhuan has no malicious intentions, and even silently protects him, otherwise he would not have concealed his identity for him back then.

After the Mu family's family collapsed, Cui Jingxing himself lost a leg. Those old friends in the capital kept silent about his father. He also felt sorry for his father. Now thinking about it, there are still many people thinking about his father. There are also many people who are silently using actions to thank his father for his kindness back then, just like Cui En who lost all his wealth and took him to flee everywhere, like the old editor who secretly protected him.

Cui Jingxing's heart, which had been gloomy for many years, unknowingly brightened a lot. He lowered his head and slightly raised the corners of his lips. When he passed Lao Xiuzhuan, he suddenly said, "Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go." Even if the future is an abyss, he will not give up compiling the history of previous dynasties. This is his father's career and his ideal now.

Lao Xiuzhuan glanced at him, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word in the end.