overjoyed

Mo Hansheng undoubtedly failed to rush back to Li Shuo's house before Haishi. Fortunately, Li Shuo came back after Mo Hansheng today, and Mo Hansheng was lucky enough to escape a reprimand.

Li Shuo first asked about the situation of the temple as usual, and since both of them were standing outside the door, Mo Han gestured meaningfully, and at the end he paused again, then turned around to get a pen and paper.

"Who allowed you to run out at night?" Li Shuo put the things in his hands on the ground, and gave Mo Hansheng a reproachful look.

Mo Hansheng was slightly stunned. Firstly, he was used to being honest and confessed the truth by accident, but he still concealed something about the riverside incident; secondly, Li Shuo understood his sign language.

"Do you understand?" Mo Hansheng was a little excited, and his gestures with both hands accelerated.

Li Shuo turned his back to Mo Hansheng, and gave a contemptuous 'tsk': "Just learn a little, you are so slow to write and babble... Little bastard, if you take people out at night next time, I will take you Withdrew!"

Mo Hansheng felt a little warmth in his heart, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled for a while, then squatted down to check the things Li Shuo bought from the capital early in the morning.

"These are good books. I often hear people say that they have gained a lot from reading them." Li Shuo proudly showed off to Mo Hansheng.

Seeing that Li Shuo didn't buy anything other than books, Mo Hansheng curled his lips, thinking that buying books instead of reading them would be extremely wasteful.

"I heard something new when I entered the capital." Li Shuo deliberately kept the book out and moved all the books into the house before continuing, "Recently, there are officials in the palace who are arguing for death every day. Today, two people will be hanged. .”

After Li Shuo finished speaking, he shook his head, sighing with a little sadness.

Mo Hansheng doesn't understand politics, but he can guess the reason——

Now the current emperor is only seven years old, and he ascended the throne at the age of six. Naturally, he can't manage the country well, so who will take care of it?This has to mention the prime minister and father-in-law who are closest to him.The former is pedantic and only covets beauty, while the latter regards money as his life. The little emperor is unsophisticated and easy to manipulate. The two only need sweet words to make the child happy, and they will be favored by him.

Stealing money from the treasury is not enough, and it also oppresses the people in the village.Anyone can find that in less than two years, the peaceful and prosperous age has weakened.

Certainly not all the officials in the palace are fools. A sensible person wants to make a change, but he has no power, and frustration and depression are inevitable.

But if it continues like this, the country will have big problems sooner or later.

Li Shuo soon turned to sunshine, holding a new book and standing under the persimmon tree outside the house, looking up at the bright moon, playing with the appearance of a great literati.

He likes this persimmon tree very much. According to his statement, the persimmon tree was planted by immortals thousands of years ago. The sacred tree resonated.

Seeing Li Shuo standing outside after taking a bath, Mo Hansheng shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't believe that Li Shuo could read the words clearly in the darkness!

However, the next second, the weather was not good, and it rained cats and dogs, and Li Shuo went back to the house angrily.

In the early morning of the next day, a seven-color "small bridge" was hung on the sky, and Mo Hansheng couldn't help but look at it on the way to the temple.

"Ouch, the dragon came out to suck the water from the fields after absorbing the rainwater."

"Hurry up and call out the one with the loudest voice to hit the fou and sing twice to drive it away!"

"..."

The people in the village immediately got busy. They called it 'dragon sucking water', and said it was a bad omen, and it would suck up the water in the fields and wells.Mo Hansheng didn't know whether it was true or not, he just thought it was pretty in various colors.

When Wei Lichen heard the door opening, he immediately complained that he was dissatisfied with the noise outside, and Mo Hansheng explained the situation to him, and it would be quiet after a while.

"Dragon absorbs water?" Wei Lichen asked suspiciously, "What is that?"

Mo Hansheng was taken aback, his literary talents were limited and difficult to describe, so he suggested: "Would you like to come out and see for yourself?"

It was only morning when the chicken was ordered, and no one was worshiping in front of the incense burner, so Wei Lichen was allowed to go out for a walk.

The two stood side by side in front of the gate of the temple, the breeze blew Wei Lichen's white hair fluttering, and swept Mo Hansheng's neck from time to time, he really wanted to scratch but dared not.

"That's it." Mo Hansheng raised his finger and pointed to the disappearing dragon to suck water.

Wei Lichen fixed his eyes on the front, pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

After a long time, he opened his lips and called, "Mo Hansheng."

Mo Hansheng's eyes fell on Wei Lichen's side face, and motioned for "you say".

"What does it look like to you?"

"...I think it looks like a small bridge of seven colors."

"yes."

"What do you think?"

"Just like you."

This conversation was so nonsensical that it made Mo Hansheng smile.

He changed the subject: "Do you want to tie up your hair?"

"Trouble." Wei Lichen said with reason, "It's still necessary to tie your hair in the morning and untie it in the evening. It's better not to tie it."

Mo Hansheng couldn't find a suitable reply, Wei Lichen teased a few words when he saw this, but he took the joke seriously, and ended up in a situation where Mo Hansheng tied Wei Lichen's hair for Wei Lichen.

It can be said that there is everything in the temple. After all, both the palace and ordinary people have donated a lot of good things, so there is no shortage of mere hair ties.

"Don't be ugly." Wei Lichen said quietly.

Mo Hansheng had never tied someone else's hair, so he was already nervous, but after Wei Lichen's words, he became even more nervous, causing his hands to tremble slightly.

"Why are you nervous?" Wei Lichen was amused, chuckled twice and said, "Just don't look too ugly."

Mo Hansheng sucked in a breath of air, carefully picked up the upper layer of hair and tied it with a headband.He felt it was a little crooked the first time, so he took it down again, and it took a total of five times before he was satisfied.

Wei Lichen raised his hand and touched it, his face remained unchanged, showing whether he was satisfied or not.

"Turn to the front and I'll touch yours."

Mo Hansheng obediently sat down in front of Wei Lichen, lowered his head and leaned over, and immediately realized what was strange, thinking: "Can't you see it? Why do you always touch it?"

Wei Lichen slapped Mo Hansheng on the head fiercely: "You're blind! Could it be that you are some kind of treasure? You can't even touch it?"

Mo Han was wronged, but he had no right to talk back.

Why is it always him who gets hurt?

Wei Lichen admired it in the mirror, and said casually, "It's okay."

Mo Hansheng didn't think too much about it: "From then on, I'll help you tie it up every morning."

The word "everyday" seemed a bit heavy, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.Green smoke rises from the incense burner on the table, and the sandalwood fragrance is lingering on the tip of the nose.

It was probably not just sandalwood that was burned.

The relationship between the two became closer.

It shows that Wei Lichen will eat with Mo Hansheng after the meal delivery person leaves, which is cheaper for Mo Hansheng; it shows that they often go out at night, not going to the river, but simply taking a walk to enjoy the evening breeze, which is too much during the day. It's hot, but Mo Hansheng won't tell Li Shuo; it manifests in... Mo Hansheng dreams of Wei Lichen at night.

It is not a dream that can be freely spoken out.

"Why is your face as red as a monkey's butt when you wake up early in the morning?" Li Shuo came back from urinating and found that Mo Hansheng had just woken up and was rubbing his red face with cold water.

Mo Hansheng ignored it.

Li Shuo's eyes moved down slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the sensible thing, and giggled a few times: "Hey, which little girl did you dream about?"

Mo Hansheng's back tensed suddenly, he grabbed his collar and wiped the water dripping from his chin, and ran out, unwilling to be asked by Li Shuo again.

Li Shuo did not forget to yell at his back: "Little bastard, don't beat him up!"

Mo Hansheng didn't have this ability.

He thought to himself that it was just a dream, nothing to worry about.