The historian can't write

Early the next morning, the flower pot was empty, and the mimosa had left at some point.Cui Jingxing looked at the flower pot, but still felt that it was a bit strange that Mu Shufeng and the little goblin were alone.Cui Jingxing muttered with a depressed face, "What is he planning?"

The sunlight reflected on the mirror, shaking Cui Jingxing's eyes sorely. He raised his hand to cover his eyelids, and stared in the direction of the mirror for a moment, "Is it just because of my face?" Like, just because of a similar face, Mu Shufeng would not hesitate to stay by his side as a prototype, so the identity of that old man must be extraordinary.

In the past, Cui Jingxing didn't like to care about other people's affairs, but now he is a little curious about the face of that old friend Mu Shufeng.

"Master," Cui En pushed open the door, holding the wash water, "It snowed heavily last night, please add more clothes today."

"En." Cui Jingxing covered his mouth and yawned. After getting out of bed to freshen up, he hurried to the yamen. When it was snowing and raining with his legs and feet, he always spent more time on the road than others.

Lao Xiuzhuan has already handed over the affairs in hand, so he doesn't come to the Yamen anymore, the history museum is a bit deserted today.Shen Xiuzhuan laughed and said, "I'm not used to the sound of old Xiuzhuan drinking tea without it."

Bai Xiuzhuan said: "I heard that another Xiuzhuan will come over in two days. I don't know which unlucky guy will come?"

"The affairs of the History Museum are free. If you don't have any thoughts of climbing up, it's good to come here." Shen Xiuzhuan looked at Cui Jingxing and laughed, "Cui Xiuzhuan, what do you think?"

Cui Jingxing was holding the small hand stove, looking down at the book and roasting his hands, he looked up blankly.

Shen Xiuzhuan sighed, "Cui Xiuzhuan, you really don't hear anything out of the window." I don't know how this temper got mixed up with Mu Shufeng.

Cui Jingxing shook his head disapprovingly, "The book has its own wit."

Shen Xiuzhuan smiled helplessly: "Why do you like reading so much? I heard that you often go to the secret pavilion recently, and this time you found some fun."

Cui Jingxing nodded seriously, "The collection of books in the secret pavilion is indeed rich."

"Are you still going today?"

"The opportunity to go to the Secret Pavilion is not easy, so I will naturally go." Although almost all the books on the history of the previous dynasty in the Secret Pavilion have been searched, Cui Jingxing still wants to read it carefully, maybe he will gain something.

Shen Xiuzhuan looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Did Cui Xiuzhuan go to the secret pavilion just to study?"

Cui Jingxing's heart tightened slightly, and he asked calmly as usual, "Otherwise why?"

"There are many books in the secret pavilion that are not available outside." Shen Xiuzhuan said meaningfully.

Cui Jingxing looked calm and didn't continue to answer the conversation, but he was a little wary in his heart. Shen Xiuzhuan was acting strange today, as if he was trying to trick him deliberately. Could it be that he was testing whether he had checked the history of the previous court?But what does this matter have to do with Shen Xiuzhuan?

Cui Jingxing couldn't figure it out, but he had already decided in his heart to distance himself from Shen Xiuzhuan and not to have too much contact with him.

In the afternoon, Cui Jingxing finished his business, packed his things and went to the secret pavilion ahead of time.There was still no one in the secret pavilion, so he greeted Master Feng who was guarding the secret pavilion, and then went to the place where the ancient books were placed familiarly, and then continued to scan the places he saw last time, almost ten lines at a glance , although he reads quickly, he has a good memory and did not miss every word.

Suddenly Cui Jingxing's hand paused slightly on the classics, "In the winter of the tenth year of Zhaoming, on the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Empress Meng passed through the mulberry field and gave birth to Princess Le'an." As a historian, Cui Jingxing is the most sensitive to the year, not to mention that this day is every year A historian of this dynasty keeps it in mind, because the emperor Tai-zu of this dynasty was born on this day.

"Emperor Tai-zu was actually born on the same day as the princess of the previous dynasty." Maybe ordinary people can only call it a coincidence when they see it, but historians always think a little more than others, not to mention that this sentence is the only one in the entire Secret Pavilion classics. Cui Jingxing kept this passage in mind where the current dynasty and the previous dynasty overlapped, and then he read the book for a while before heading back home.

As soon as Cui Jingxing left, Lord Feng, who was guarding the secret pavilion, came over from the dark, opened the classic that Cui Jingxing had just stayed for a moment, slipped the classic into his sleeve and left the secret pavilion.

Anping Prince's Mansion was still full of singing and dancing every night. Master Feng was taken to the study room through the side door. After waiting for a long while, he finally saw Prince Anping walk in with loose clothes.He hurriedly got up and handed over the classics in his sleeve, "My lord, I have been staring at Cui Jingxing recently, and today he read this classic for a while longer."

"Oh?" King Anping knew that Cui Jingxing was probably investigating the history of the previous dynasty, but he never thought that the little historian could find anything, so he didn't take the little historian seriously.

King Anping lifted the hem of his clothes and leaned on the chair, took the classics with one hand and flipped through them.Suddenly, his eyes paused slightly—in the winter of the tenth year of Zhaoming, on the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Empress Meng passed through the mulberry field and gave birth to Princess Le'an.

A flash of anger flashed across his face, and a moment later he pressed the classics on the desk with his normal expression, and said with a low laugh: "I wanted to wait until the matter is completed before dealing with him, but now it seems that I can't wait."

Master Feng glanced at the page of the classics curiously.

The coldness in King Anping's eyes deepened.

After realizing it, Master Feng quickly looked away, and his hands in his sleeves trembled.

King Anping suddenly smiled and said: "It's just a book, Lord Feng don't have to be so nervous." After that, he returned the classic to Lord Feng.

Master Feng wiped the cold sweat from his brow, smiled dryly and held the classics over with both hands, "I will take my leave."

King Anping waved his hand and looked down at the lanterns. After a long time, he called a guard and gave some instructions in a low voice.

It was already very dark at night, every time Mr. Feng came to look for King Anping, he came secretly, so he didn't dare to sit in a sedan chair, so he walked back alone.The bright moonlight reflected on the snowdrifts by the side of the road, and the way home was not so dark, but Master Feng always felt that the surroundings were gloomy, much more terrifying than before.

A food stall passed by in front of it, and the stall owner was about to close the stall.Master Feng relaxed a lot when he saw the figure.

Seeing Mr. Feng's extraordinary manner, he must be a rich man, the stall owner greeted with a smile, "Master, let's buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."

The errands in the Secret Pavilion are idle, and it is difficult to accept bribes on weekdays, so Mr. Feng is not a rich official. The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus is a delicacy to him. After thinking about it, he took out a few copper coins and bought some.

As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake enters the mouth, the rich aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus spreads in the mouth.Mr. Feng was about to praise the stall owner, when he suddenly felt his throat tighten, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was stuck in his throat like a sharp knife. He wanted to swallow it but felt stiff all over, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fell to the ground.

The stall owner bent down and took out the classics from his arms, turned around and went back to Anping Palace.

"Ah Choo!" Cui Jingxing had just finished his dinner when his nose suddenly felt sore, he quickly covered his mouth and sneezed.

Cui En put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and looked at him worriedly, "Master, are you wearing too little? I'll go find a doctor in a while."

Cui Jingxing raised his hand to stop him, "No problem."

Where can Cui En rest assured?He got up and quickly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, "Master, I'll go get some medicine from the doctor." After speaking, he went out without waiting for Cui Jingxing to refuse.

Cui Jingxing sighed softly, feeling really helpless with his body that was always sick.The doctor lived a little far from Cui's house, so Cui Jingxing naturally couldn't wait in the living room, so he went back to sort out the classics.

The lanterns danced, Cui Jingxing fiddled with his head, and continued to pick up his pen.

Suddenly, a smell of burning smoke gradually permeated the room, Cui Jingxing frowned, "Uncle Cui?"

Cui En didn't answer, it seems that he hasn't come back yet.

Cui Jingxing went out to have a look, and when he opened the door, a puff of smoke poured into the bedroom.I saw a raging fire in the opposite room, and the flames rushed up the wooden pillars. After a while, the entire roof was burned.Cui Jingxing was shocked, and hurried back to the house to get the historical materials. When he ran to the door, the fire had already spread, and the fire surrounded the entire bedroom.

While holding the historical materials, Cui Jingxing was choked by the thick smoke and coughed uncontrollably.He turned around and ran to the bedroom window, when suddenly a short arrow pierced through the window and hit Cui Jingxing's chest.

Cui Jingxing's face turned pale instantly.

At this moment, a green light flashed in front of Cui Jingxing, and the short arrow was stopped by that green light.But maybe the archer didn't expect to be able to hit it with just one arrow, and short arrows came in one after another from the window.

Cui Jingxing took two steps back subconsciously, seeing that his lower back was about to hit the corner of the table.

Suddenly a strand of long dark green hair flew past his eyes, one hand stopped Cui Jingxing's waist, and knocked the table sideways with a bang.Cui Jingxing's whole body was wrapped by a tall figure.

Cui Jingxing raised his head slightly, looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.This life is almost the same as Mu Shufeng's, with slender phoenix eyes slightly raised, and long eyebrows as cold and extraordinary as a knife, but his skin is a little fairer, and his dark green long hair makes him a little more seductive than Mu Shufeng .

All the short arrows that came in were blocked by the man, and the shooter finally stopped after a while.

The man let go of Cui Jingxing's waist, and the back of his hand was bruised by the corner of the table, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, his face was cold, and his expression didn't change at all.

Cui Jingxing looked at the other party secretly, this person was obviously not a mortal, but the only monster he knew was Mu Shufeng, and with this exact same face, this person might be Mu Shufeng himself.It must be that Mu Shufeng turned into a mimosa and came to sleep as usual, but when this happened, he turned into a human form in a hurry.

Mu Shufeng also realized that he had suddenly turned into a human form, and he probably wanted to reveal his secrets. He was a little flustered, but there was no expression on his face, "The fire is coming in."

Cui Jingxing came back to his senses, and asked cautiously: "Can you cast a spell to put out the fire?"

Mu Shufeng said coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

Cui Jingxing was silent for a moment, without revealing Mu Shufeng's identity, "You are a mimosa monster. But your human form is quite similar to Mr. Mu."

"Hmph. I see you are always talking about Mu Shufeng. I think his human form is pretty good, so I followed it."

"So that's how it is." Cui Jingxing sighed in his heart, Mr. Mu was lying so happily at this time, if he revealed his truth in the future, he might become furious and kill him to silence him.

Mu Shufeng nodded slightly.

Cui Jingxing coughed a few times due to the thick smoke, "Then can you use a method to put out the fire?"

Mu Shufeng pursed his lips lightly, "I won't."

"Aren't you a monster?" Cui Jingxing was dumbfounded.

Mu Shufeng frowned, "Who told you that monsters can put out fires?" He is a mimosa monster, not a water monster, so it's good if he doesn't get burned by the fire, and you want him to put out the fire?

"That's what it says in the scriptures."

Mu Shufeng sneered, "It's written in the scriptures that you poor scholars can marry beautiful wives, don't you still have this kind of virtue."

"..." The cynicism and sarcasm in this yin and yang tone really belonged to Mr. Mu.

Mu Shufeng urged: "Run quickly." Then he turned into a green light, turned into a mimosa and shrank into Cui Jingxing's arms.

Cui Jingxing had no choice but to clumsily climb onto the window sill and flip out of the window.

Cui Jingxing put the historical materials on the ground, supported the courtyard wall to breathe, and looked back, the whole house had been engulfed by the fire, who on earth wanted to kill him.

The mimosa poked out a few leaves and looked towards the burning house, "Who did you offend?"

Cui Jingxing shook his head, "I only read books on weekdays and never meet anyone."

"What about Mu Shufeng?"

Cui Jingxing said without changing his face: "Master Mu is kind-hearted and sensible. He is a wise and good person. He will never kill me behind my back." The crime dragged him out and chopped him up, so why would he pay for it?

Mu Shufeng didn't know what Cui Jingxing was thinking, but he was very comforted by the other party's flattery, and decided to compensate Cui Jingxing for a new house tomorrow, otherwise this nerd would probably sleep on the street, which would really hurt the face of court officials.

The fire in Cui's house was very big, and was soon discovered by a passing watchman, who hurriedly beat the gong.Neighbors in the surrounding neighborhood heard the movement and rushed to fight the fire with buckets.

"Master!" Cui En's panicked voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Cui Jingxing responded loudly, and then stuffed the exposed small leaves of the mimosa into his clothes.

Cui En ran to Cui Jingxing's place through the crowd, trembling with fright, "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Cui, you go to put out the fire first."

Cui En was worried about him, so he greeted his neighbors and sent Cui Jingxing to the inn to rest first.The neighbors around him got along well with Cui En, and they sympathized with the fire in his house, so they asked him to give it away first, and they helped him put out the fire first.