The historian can't write

Cui Jingxing had bad legs and feet, and he couldn't help much if he stayed, so he went to the inn honestly with the historical materials.After Cui En settled Cui Jingxing, he also went back to fight the fire.

The conditions in the inn were much better than Cui’s, but Cui Jingxing couldn’t sleep. Anyone who was almost shot and his house was burned down couldn’t sleep. Who wanted to kill him?

After a while Mimosa remembered something, suddenly jumped out of Cui Jingxing's arms, curled his hair and flew out of the bed, looking extremely anxious.

Cui Jingxing quickly stood up according to his scalp, so as not to be pulled bald by it.

Mimosa extended a small stem and pointed to the teapot.

"Do you want to drink water?" Cui Jingxing got out of bed to pour tea, but was slapped on the forehead by Mimosa.

"..." Cui Jingxing sighed helplessly, "Can't you talk now?"

Mu Shufeng was used to pretending to be dumb, and even forgot that he had already appeared in human form, so he said, "I want to take a bath. I was covered in ashes from the flames just now."

Cui Jingxing remained silent, he almost forgot that Mr. Mu has a cleanliness habit, so Guan Xiaoer asked for a basin of clean warm water.

As soon as the mimosa was gently soaked in the water, the mimosa stretched out two small stems to support the edge of the basin, and leaned against the washbasin to take a comfortable bath.But this look is not enjoyable, because the whole grass is very wilted, some stems are scarred, many leaves have fallen off, and one stem has broken off directly.

Cui Jingxing felt that Mu Shufeng's injury was a bit serious, and he was a little worried: "Don't you need to take some healing medicine?"

"It's okay, ordinary wound medicine is useless to me."

Cui Jingxing felt miserable looking at it, subconsciously touched the damaged blade of grass, and asked in a low voice, "Does it not hurt?"

Mu Shufeng was stunned for a while and didn't answer, but instead asked, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Cui Jingxing also realized that he had lost his composure, and then replied: "First report the crime, then ask for leave to pack up, and find a place to live."

Mu Shufeng said: "If you can't find a place to live, you can go and ask your Mr. Mu."

Cui Jingxing pretended not to know Mu Shufeng's identity, and pretended to be helpless and said, "Master Mu is always busy, so why would he meddle in my business?"

Mu Shufeng sighed softly, "Although your ability, talent, speech skills, and family background are average, you still have to have confidence in yourself."

Cui Jingxing gritted his teeth and smiled, "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Mu Shufeng shook the leaf indifferently, but it was just a few words of comfort, so what's the point?

"...you don't look like you're a comforter."

The leaves of the mimosa flinched, looking a little shy, Mu Shufeng said calmly, "You don't have to be flattered."

"......"

Cui's house didn't accidentally catch fire, but someone deliberately set it on fire and injured people. Cui Jingxing went to the yamen to report the case early the next morning.The imperial court ordered the official’s house to be burned. This is not a trivial matter. What’s more, Cui Jingxing is still a celebrity in front of Mu Shufeng. Sometimes there is still a little absent-minded.

Cui Jingxing is not a curious person, but these yamen servants are really abnormal. It is very likely that something related to the stability of Beijing has happened, so he asked, "But what happened in Beijing?"

This is a celebrity in front of Prime Minister Mu. A yamen servant hurriedly replied: "Lord Cui doesn't know something. Last night someone discovered that a lord from the Secret Pavilion died on the street."

"En?" Cui Jingxing had been to the Secret Pavilion many times, and he knew a thing or two about the officials on duty there, "I don't know which lord it is?"

"It seems to be an adult named Feng."

Cui Jingxing was silent for a moment. The person who was on duty in the secret pavilion yesterday seemed to be surnamed Feng?Is there really such a coincidence?He just went to the secret pavilion yesterday, and Mr. Feng who was on duty died, and there were killers who came to burn his house at night. They said that the two things were not connected, and I am afraid that ghosts would not believe it.

"I don't know why Master Feng disappeared?"

"I heard that he ate something poisonous, but it's late at night, so we probably can't find the murderer."

Cui Jingxing's heart sank slightly, "Thank you."

"Master Cui is too polite."

Cui Jingxing went to ask for leave with a heavy heart. In the past, it was enough for Cui En to go to the History Museum to inform him, but now Cui Jingxing may have to ask for a few more days off, so he needs to go to their immediate superior, the supervisor of the History Museum, Mu Shufeng to ask for leave.

Mu Shufeng readily agreed, but stopped Cui Jingxing who was about to leave, "Why is there a fire in your house?"

Cui Jingxing also pretended to be crazy and foolish, "I don't know, but someone took advantage of the fire yesterday and sniped at the lower official."

"Did you report the crime?"

"I have already been to the Yamen this morning." Cui Jingxing paused and said, "I think it has something to do with the history of the previous dynasty."

"En?" Mu Shufeng didn't know that there was such a secret, "Why do you make such a guess?"

"After Xiaguan came out of the secret pavilion yesterday, Mr. Feng, who was on duty in the secret pavilion, died. Then in the middle of the night, someone came to Xiaguan's house and set fire to wounding people."

Mu Shufeng said: "You have been walking back and forth in the secret pavilion for so many days, why did someone suddenly want to kill you today?"

Cui Jingxing suspected that he had found out something sensitive about the people behind the scenes, but he couldn't be sure for a while, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Mu Shufeng pressed the memorial in his hand and said, "I will send someone to investigate this matter thoroughly."

"Thank you, Master Mu." Cui Jingxing cupped his hands respectfully and bowed his head, and saw Mu Shufeng's blue and purple back of his hand, which looked like a bruise?Yesterday Mu Shufeng seemed to hit the table when he was saving him.Cui Jingxing's eyelids twitched. Apart from Cui En, this is the second person who is willing to risk his life for him in so many years. How could it be possible that Ren Feicaomu's heart was not touched?

But Cui En is his close relative now, so in what capacity should he treat Mu Shufeng?

"It's okay, since I support you in compiling history books, I will naturally help you." Mu Shufeng's eyes were cold, "If someone makes trouble, I will solve it myself."

"Thank you sir."

Mu Shufeng looked into Cui Jingxing's eyes, "Are you scared?"

"Since I planned to compile the history, I have prepared the worst plan." Cui Jingxing paused and said, "So even if I have been afraid, I will die without regret, and will never back down."

"I can't tell, but you nerd has a saint's heart."

"If the common people leave, the homes will be safe; if the military officials leave, the country will not survive; if the historians leave, the future generations will be chaotic." Cui Jingxing said, "The lower officials just think about their positions."

Mu Shufeng said: "If Mu Ping is alive, he must appreciate a historian like you the most."

Cui Jingxing did not answer.

Mu Shufeng was silent for a long time, seeing that Cui Jingxing didn't ask him for help, so he took the initiative to ask, "Where are you staying tonight?" Didn't the bookworm come to him for help yesterday?I have been in for a long time without opening my mouth.

Cui Jingxing said: "Check to see if the neighbors around have any vacant houses, and temporarily borrow them for a few days."

"Why not buy a new house?"

Cui Jingxing was speechless for a while, "My lord stayed in Xiaguan's mansion a few months ago, and Xiaguan's house is still leaking."

"You are nostalgic." It turned out that he was reluctant to part with the dilapidated house.

Cui Jingxing saw that Mu Shufeng was really out of touch with others, so he had no choice but to point out, "The next official is not nostalgic, but just shy."

"..." Mu Shufeng remained silent for a moment, and then said after a while, "I'm sorry, I forgot you said it. It's a bit rude to always borrow people's homes, and I still have a small Bieyuan, you can stay here for a while."

"This... I'm afraid my lord will be abrupt."

"I originally wanted to sell it to you, but you probably can't afford it. It's okay, you can live in it first, and the other courtyard is empty." Mu Shufeng interrupted him impatiently, "not to mention that most of the common people There is always a lot of dust in the house, and it is uncomfortable to live in."

Cui Jingxing understood, it was Mr. Mu himself who had a cleanliness habit, and was afraid of getting dusty when he came to rub the bed at night.Who doesn't want to live in a good house?So he didn't refuse anymore, "Then thank you, Master Mu."

"I have asked Mu Qi to find your housekeeper, Cui En, so go back and pack your things."

"Yes, the subordinate retire."

After Mu Shufeng finished processing the official documents in his hand, he asked someone to call the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment over, and told him a few words about the death of Mr. Feng and the arson case of the Cui family.

Although these two cases are relatively large cases, they are not under the direct control of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Mu Shufeng just ordered a few words to let the Ministry of Criminal Justice take over the case, and then the Minister of Criminal Justice will urge the people below. A prime minister of Shufeng Tangtang personally ran over to supervise and investigate the case.

"Your official understands." The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment responded again and again, but he guessed in his heart that Cui Jingxing's status with Mu Shufeng was probably higher than what was rumored by outsiders.

Cui Jingxing still doesn't know about Mu Shufeng's affairs, let alone the ambiguous relationship between himself and Mu Shufeng. He is moving with Cui En with historical materials.The Cui family's belongings were almost completely burnt down, except for a purse that Cui En carried with him and the historical materials that Cui Jingxing brought out, the master and servant had nothing to worry about.

"I didn't expect Mr. Mu to be so kind-hearted," Cui En sighed, "Sure enough, those rumors cannot be completely believed."

Cui Jingxing did not refute. After all, he is now under the eaves of Mufu, "Uncle Cui, what you see may not be true, let alone folk rumors. There is an ancient saying that three people become tigers."

Cui En also understands this truth, but how can a person live in this world without being affected by rumors?He sighed, "What the young master said is true. Young master, you can relax for a few days, I will do a little business in the past two days, and we can move out after a while."

Cui Jingxing had heard before that Cui En was very talented in business, and he used to be a well-known wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, but after knowing that his father, Mu Pingsheng, had an accident in the capital, he immediately wiped out all his wealth and took him out of prison alone in Beijing.Since then, the two have been running for their lives. In order to protect Cui Jingxing, Cui En did not dare to do business in a high-profile manner. The two lived in bitterness for more than 20 years.

When Cui Jingxing recalled the past, his heart was inevitably depressed, but he still smiled and said: "I believe in Uncle Cui."