The historian can't write

Lightning and thunder rumbled, and the torrential rain hit the ground like hail, creating craters and craters.Cui Jingxing didn't walk very far, the rain covered his face, making him a little bit blind, and his steps slowed down, but even so, he still walked crookedly.

At this time, the old trees with luxuriant branches and leaves on both sides of the path suddenly tilted towards the middle, the interlaced branches merged together, and the leaves overlapped to form a natural "tree umbrella", covering the sky, and the rain falling on the path instantly got smaller.

Cui Jingxing wiped his face, looked up at the "tree umbrella" who couldn't see the sun, and couldn't help showing a smile. The mechanism of the Mu Mansion is really human, and the person who can create such a mechanism should not be just a violent and treacherous minister .

What you hear may not be true, and what you see may not be true. If you want to understand the whole picture, it is absolutely impossible to consider only one aspect. Whether it is credible news or suspicious news, you must understand it. This is true for people and history.Cui Jingxing was slightly lost in thought, and remembered the past again.

When he was very young, his father, Mu Pingsheng, used to tell him about the revision of history. The most common sentence he said was "Trust with faith, doubt with doubt". It cannot be ignored, and these news must be recorded in their original form, so as to be fair to history and human beings without blindness-wisdom.

Cui Jingxing stood still in the rain for a long time, he shouldn't harbor prejudice against Mu Shufeng, the chapter about Mu Shufeng in "Chunqiu Duanji" should be rewritten.

"Hey!" Someone behind him called him.Before Cui Jingxing could turn his head, a small stone hit his back. When he looked back, there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing behind him.

The boy has a round face and cat eyes, with a pair of eyes rolling around, clever and mischievous.Inexplicably, Cui Jingxing felt that this young man was very similar to Mu Shufeng's tabby cat, with the same round face and the same vivaciousness.

Mu Qi put his hips on his hips and said, "Master told you to go back and wait for the rain to stop before you leave." After shouting, he jumped and ran over, bent down to hug Cui Jingxing's leg, carried him on his shoulder, and bounced lightly He jumped back and walked back, and only put him down when he returned to the living room.

Along the way, Cui Jingxing was so dizzy from being bumped, he felt nauseated while holding on to the table, and rested for a while with his hands on his stomach and closed eyes.

Mu Shufeng glanced at Mu Qi.Mu Qi shivered, turned around and ran towards the window.

Mu Shufeng knocked on the table, "Come in."

Mu Qi staggered for a moment, then obediently walked out the door with her head down.

Cui Jingxing felt uncomfortable in his stomach and didn't notice what was going on there. It took him a while to recover and sneezed.

Mu Shufeng said: "Bailing, take Master Cui to change into dry clothes."

"Thank you, Master Mu." Cui Jingxing sneezed again after speaking.

"Yes." The girl named Bai Ling walked in and helped Cui Jingxing to the guest room.

The torrential rain became more and more intense, and the room gradually became dark. Mu Shufeng walked to the door and looked at the rain curtain outside the door with his hands behind his back. The big raindrops crackled on the tiles.

Mu Shufeng stretched out his hand, and a drop of rain slid down the eaves and landed on his palm. The face of the child deep in his memory was still clear, his big eyes were lively and cute, and he could already see how peerless his future demeanor would be at such a young age.

"Daddy," the little boy squatted by the side of the road, with the hem of his gorgeous satin clothes hanging on the ground, he carefully touched a weed that had been pulled out by someone on the side of the road, "What kind of grass is this?"

The refined literati with eyebrows and eyes similar to Xiao Tong bent over and touched his head, and said with a smile: "Look at its leaves, which are juxtaposed and closed, curled up and drooping. This is called Mimosa."

"It was pulled out, is it going to die?"

"You can take it back and replant it."

The little boy picked up the weak grass, and the broken leaves on it shook off with his movements. The little boy quickly took it into his arms, shielded it from the wind with his small arms, and went home to find a porcelain pot to plant it again. Slowly pour a bowl of water into the flowerpot.

"Pa-ta." Another drop of rain hit his palm, and Mu Shufeng slowly retracted his hand to hold it, and then spread his palm. The water droplets on his palm had evaporated, but he still didn't hold anything in the end.

After a long while, Cui Jingxing came over after changing his clothes, and Mu Shufeng said, "I'm afraid the rain won't stop, there is a guest room in Mu's residence, you can stay overnight."

After hearing this, Cui Jingxing refused, saying: "The master said, "Parents are here, if you don't travel far, you must travel well. "There is an old man at home. I haven't told him before I came to Mu's residence. If I don't return all night, I'm afraid he will be worried."

Mu Shufeng was a little speechless, and said, "You haven't left the capital yet."

Cui Jingxing said: "The legs and feet of the next official are already far away."

"Mu Qi, send a car to take him off." Mu Shufeng knew that Cui Jingxing was old-fashioned, so he stopped embarrassing him any more.

"Yes." The boy with the round face and cat eyes just now bounced and ran out of the room next door, and ran directly into the rain curtain.

Cui Jingxing was slightly startled, and worried: "He won't get sick from the rain?"

"People in Mu's residence are not afraid of rain."

Cui Jingxing looked at Mu Qi's disappearing back, and didn't know how Mu Shufeng usually trained his servants.

The carriage of the Mu Mansion is naturally extremely luxurious. The interior of the carriage is inlaid with luminous pearls, and a small table is fixed underneath. Pastries and books are placed on the table, and there are several small grids on the wall of the carriage.A firefly lay on the carriage without moving, only flapping its wings occasionally.

Cui Jingxing took a look at the firefly after getting into the car, but he didn't chase it away, instead, he hugged his wet official robe and crossed his legs in the corner of the car.

The firefly turned around and turned its head to Cui Jingxing, its small dark eyes stared at Cui Jingxing's every move, but Cui Jingxing didn't move.He was sitting upright, neither looking at nor touching anything, which fully demonstrated what is meant by "do not touch anything evil".

Cui Jingxing was drenched by the torrential rain and sneezed several times after returning home. Even though Cui En made him a bowl of ginger soup, he still had a fever the next day.Lying on the bed, he coughed weakly twice, "Uncle Cui, is the official robe dry?"

Cui En touched his forehead, soaked the handkerchief in cold water, wiped his face, and said worriedly, "Don't go to the yamen today, I will go to the yamen to give you a leave later, just to buy two Vice drug."

Cui Jingxing felt uncomfortable and couldn't get up for a while, he agreed after thinking about it, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

He slept for several hours, and when Cui En came back, he saw that his fever had gone down, so he didn't wake him up.Until the afternoon, there was noise outside the window, Cui Jingxing woke up from the nightmare, and he looked out through the window.

A moment later, a young man in an official robe pushed the door open, and Cui En walked behind, holding a bowl of medicinal soup.

Cui Jingxing got up from the bed and sat leaning on the pillow, "Brother Fang, why are you here?"

Cui Jingxing buried himself in the sea of ​​books all the year round, and he hardly had any contact with anyone. The person named Fang Qi in front of him was acquainted with him since he took part in the imperial examination. at the turn of.But Fang Qi is a familiar person, even if Cui Jingxing is cold, he can talk to himself all day and night.

"I heard that you didn't come to the yamen today. I thought you were sick, so I came to see you." Fang Qi's words were true, Cui Jingxing's home was far away, and he didn't even have the time to go home and change clothes.

Cui Jingxing smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Fang. However, it has been raining continuously for the past two days, and the road is very slippery. You should be careful when you go back."

"You don't have to worry about me." Fang Qi touched Cui Jingxing's forehead, "It's good that the fever is gone, drink the medicine quickly." He turned around and took the medicine from Cui En's hand, and handed it to Cui Jingxing.

Cui Jingxing held the medicine bowl and drank the medicine without blinking his eyes. His movements were not rude, and the speed of drinking was not fast, but he did not change his breath in the middle until the bowl of medicine was completely drunk.

Sitting beside him, Fang Qi thought to himself, some people drink medicine like a bloodthirsty ghost, some people drink medicine like a fairy drinks dew, and Cui Jingxing is the latter, people want to go up and take a sip after seeing it.With his eyes slightly open and the corners of his mouth raised, he took out a pamphlet from his sleeve and wrote a few strokes with a brush.

Cui Jingxing was no stranger to it, this Fang Qi would carry this booklet with him wherever he went, whenever he got inspiration, he would write down any poems that came to his mind, and even published a collection of poems.

After Fang Qi finished writing, he dried the paper, put the booklet back into his sleeve, and said with a smile, "I heard that Mugou sent someone to investigate you a few days ago."

Cui Jingxing was slightly taken aback, "Investigate me?"

Fang Qi nodded and said, "Did you offend him?"

Cui Jingxing pondered for a while, and said honestly: "Probably because I bumped into him on the street a few days ago, he sent someone to investigate my identity." No wonder that the moment he stepped into the door of the history museum that day, Mu Shufeng recognized his identity.

Fang Qi took the medicine bowl, and tilted his head in confusion, "Although Mu Gou Xijie just bumped into him, he won't hold grudges, right?"

Cui Jingxing added slowly: "I knocked him down."

"Knocked down?" Fang Qi changed his tone.

"Pressed under the body."

"Ah!" Fang Qi screamed strangely.

Cui Jingxing said: "But he didn't care about it."

Fang Qi was still in shock, exhaled lightly, and said brokenly: "I don't know how many people in the world want to kill Mugou, but you almost succeeded. Alas, if you are fatter, you will be crushed to death directly!" he."

"..."

"Hahaha, just joking." Fang Qi touched his chin with a smile, "It's good that you're fine, I didn't expect that Mugou's temper is not so bad. By the way, how does it feel to hold Mugou?"

Cui Jingxing thought about it carefully, "It's very light, not like a human being."

Fang Qi compared his thumbs and said with a smile, "It's different if you read a lot and swear."

"..." Cui Jingxing couldn't explain to him, so he stopped explaining. He lowered his head and recalled the scene of that day.After a while, he came back to his senses and got out of bed to get dressed, "Go for a walk, I won't be able to sleep any more."

Fang Qi took a cloak from the hanger and wrapped it around Cui Jingxing, "Just walk around the door."

"Go to Weidi for a walk." Cui Jingxing pushed down the cap of his cloak.

Fang Qi took the hat back to Cui Jingxing, "What are you going to Weidi for?"

"There have been heavy rains in the past two days, and the water in the Weihe River should rise. I'm afraid there will be floods. I'll go and have a look."

Xing'an City, the capital of the Daxing Kingdom, stretches across the Weihe River to the north and south, with the Weishui River as the boundary.Naturally, Cui Jingxing's salary cannot afford to buy a house in the north of Wei, but regardless of the north and south of the Wei River, once the Wei River floods, the north and south coasts will be affected.

"Mugou will respond in time."

"Changes in the water regime will also be recorded in the history of the country. I will record it." Cui Jingxing said and was about to go out.

Fang Qi knew how stubborn this nerd was, so he had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Cui En followed them to send them out, and couldn't help telling: "Master, come back early."

"En." Cui Jingxing pushed his hat down again, walked slowly with his back straightened, maintaining his rigid and polite gait.

Fang Qi put his hat back on without turning his head. The wind is so strong and the sky is so cold, what's the point of walking nicely?

"..."

Cui Jingxing walked around the embankment, and finally spread out the piece of paper he had been clutching in his hand on the pillar of the embankment. He raised his hand and pulled out the brush stuck in his hair. He twisted the tip of the pen and began to record the rainfall and water potential. The water regime on both sides of the Wei River.

A few strands of untied hair hung down, blocking Cui Jingxing's side face, and his amorous peach eyes were faintly visible under the hair. His appearance was less rigid and dignified than before, but more romantic.

"Covering the leaves and hibiscus half-hiding the face, the flowers are even more beautiful in the fog." Fang Qi looked at his side face, couldn't help but sigh his charm, inspired two poems, and then quickly took out the pamphlet to write down, Before the inspiration fades, compile the whole poem.

Cui Jingxing was about to leave after recording.

Fang Qi called him to stop, "Stand there and don't move until I finish writing the poem." He occasionally looked up at Cui Jingxing, and then continued to revise and revise the pamphlet.

Cui Jingxing was used to being used as material for Fang Qi's poems from time to time. He stood by the Wei River with his sleeves on and looked around, his eyes paused slightly on the Wei embankment.

"Mu Shufeng."

The author has something to say: The author named you useless, if the place names, river names and other unique nouns in the article coincide with reality, it is purely for reference, don’t take it seriously, okay (^_^)/

Remarks: "Trust by faith. Doubt by doubt" comes from "Guliang Biography": "The meaning of Spring and Autumn, trust by faith, doubt by doubt." (One of the criteria for document selection: in the literature review When making selections, adopt an objective and prudent attitude, and keep the credible ones as credible ones; suspicious ones as suspicious ones.)