The historian can't write

A night of rain washed the capital, and in the early morning, the long street that was supposed to be bustling was empty, and the people were hiding in their homes and dared not come out.

At some point, a baby's cry in a certain alley broke the dead silence of the capital, and several teams of patrolling guards beat the gong on the street to tell each other that the treason against the king had been executed.Only then did people gradually open the cracks in the door and look out, seeing that there were indeed no disorderly troops on the street, they went out one after another.

The news of the little emperor's death has not yet spread to the palace. Mu Shufeng has to deal with the affairs of the capital first, so that he can go back to the spring breeze and ascend the throne. The matter was also temporarily suppressed.In the past, Mu Shufeng was also in charge of the court alone, so the officials who returned to the court did not dare to say anything, and they didn't even dare to ask why Mu Shufeng had lost his identity as a fugitive.

Half a month later, when the Quartet settled down a bit, Mu Shufeng announced the news that the little emperor had died of a frightened illness. On the one hand, he asked the people in the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the funeral, and on the other hand, he personally led people to the barren mountain to meet the new emperor, Gu Chunfeng.

The Sparrow Spirit who was patrolling down the mountain had already gotten the news, so he flew back to the mountain to inform Cui Jingxing.

Cui Jingxing was in a trance for a moment, and unconsciously clenched the book in his hand, his emotions became agitated rarely, even his cheeks began to flush, the little fairy... came back.

Cui Jingxing took a deep breath to calm himself down, then put down his book, and went to make arrangements for returning to Beijing.

It must be a grand occasion to welcome the new emperor. The mighty guard of honor stopped at the foot of the mountain. Mu Shufeng took several important officials up the mountain, and saw the people who had been waiting on the mountain for a long time.

The others were looking after Gu Chunfeng, thinking that this child is only a few years old, it seems that Mugou plans to continue to coerce the emperor to make the princes, and he doesn't know if it is a blessing or a disaster for the world.

But Mu Shufeng was looking at Cui Jingxing, with a subtle smile on his always proud face.

Cui Jingxing's eyes bent, "Lord Mu"

Mu Shufeng raised his hand and bowed in vain, "Thank you, Mr. Cui, for escorting you."

"It's my duty to be an official." Cui Jingxing clapped his hands and returned the salute sternly.

Gu Chunfeng looked up at their interaction, with a somewhat indescribable expression on his face.

The surrounding officials were astonished. They could still hear the word thank you from Mugou in their lifetime.

Mu Shufeng withdrew his hand, looked at Gu Chunfeng and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain."

Gu Chunfeng nodded with a stern face.

Mu Shufeng was ruthless in his early years, but now assisting Gu Chunfeng to ascend the throne is very smooth, basically no one hears any objection, and no one dares to object.After the new emperor ascended the throne, Mu Shufeng still held the position of prime minister, and after Cui Jingxing was reinstated, he was given a bunch of vacancies. However, Cui Jingxing was determined to compile history and had no intention of serious business, so he was granted the title of earl instead of holding other important positions.

In the fifth year after the new emperor ascended the throne, he repaired the tomb of the founding prime minister Mu Pingsheng and moved Mu Pingsheng's tomb to the imperial mausoleum as an exception.Everyone inside and outside the court knew that this was to rehabilitate Mu Ping's life, but there was no such thing as rehabilitating and reversing the case. It could only express condolences to the dead, which was an alternative admission of the royal family.

In the same year, Cui Jingxing resumed his status as the only son of Mu Pingsheng, and majored in the history of the previous dynasty and the history of the current dynasty. In addition, he had a good relationship with Mu Shufeng, and he was also a hero who escorted him. There have been constant fawning people over the past few days.

Annoyed, Cui Jingxing ran to Mu's mansion to hide every day, and studied with Mu Shufeng on how to compile history. When he was free, he chatted and made tea. Unfortunately, Mu Shufeng still refused to drink tea, so Cui Jingxing had to pour it for Mu Shufeng. A glass of plain water.

Mu Shufeng said: "In less than ten years, the world will be stable, and Haiyan and Heqing will be clear."

Cui Jingxing said with a smile: "I think five years is enough."

Mu Shufeng also smiled, "After returning to the court, I promoted some available talents. Even if I am not in the court, the court will not mess up again. After the world is stable, how about you and me leaving the capital to wander around? "

Cui Jingxing thought for a while and said, "Ten years is enough to complete the history books. But why do you suddenly think of going to Yunyou?"

Mu Shufeng stared at him, and said softly after a while, "I want to have a look around with you."

"Okay." Cui Jingxing laughed, even though there were a few laugh lines at the corners of his eyes in his 30s, he was even more charming.

Mu Shufeng's fingers touched the back of Cui Jingxing's hand, and he trembled.

Cui Jingxing didn't hold the hot water teapot firmly, and the hot water spilled out, so he hurriedly got up and wiped the water with a tea towel.

Mu Shufeng, who had a severe obsession with cleanliness, was silent for a moment, took a clean handkerchief to wipe the table, and finally took out another clean handkerchief, held Cui Jingxing's hand, and wiped his fingers one by one.

After wiping for a long time, Cui Jingxing wanted to take back his hand in embarrassment, but was held tightly by Mu Shufeng instead.

Cui Jingxing suddenly asked: "How many years do ordinary people live?"

Mu Shufeng knew about it a long time ago, and his Adam's apple twitched, "60 years."

"Then are you willing to stay with me for another 30 years?"

Mu Shufeng suddenly pulled him into his arms, "I like you for more than 30 years in the future."

Cui Jingxing was silent for a long time, and whispered, "Me too."

The author has something to say: This article has been completed so far, this year is not good, and it will be updated from time to time, thank you readers for your support for the genuine version, okay?