Mu Hai was in a hurry to leave, without much delay, and after a few more greetings with You Nanshan, he took Xiang'er to say goodbye to Sister Liu. But for some reason, I couldn't find her in the entire Wanxiang Building, and I asked the maid and the turtle in the building, but they didn't know where Sister Liu went, so they had to give up.

Xiang'er Bigua is newly broken, and when she gets on the car and walks on her legs, her painful eyebrows are tightly locked, and she is pitiful. This qiē saw it in You Nanxi's eyes, which made him want to go crazy.

But You Nanshan urged frequently, and You Nanxi had no choice but to ride a horse and lead the way. Zhou Ye and the Li brothers were in the center to protect Mu Hai's carriage and slowly headed towards the east of the city.

Sister Liu, who did not show up to see her off, was leaning alone in front of the window on the second floor at this time, watching the convoy go away intently, until the group disappeared completely, then she sighed lightly and closed the window.

It was April, and it was already a little hot at noon in the Huai River area.

Liu Xiang'er was unwell, pale and sweaty in the bumpy and stuffy carriage.

Mu Hai felt pity in his heart, racked his brains to make her happy, but whether it was telling jokes or telling stories, or pretending to be a clown and making faces, it had little effect. While wiping the sweat for Xiang'er, Mu Hai said bitterly: "Xiang'er, take a rest before leaving." ”

Liu Xiang'er shook her head and smiled weakly: "Thank you Gongzi for your pity, but don't miss the trip because Xiang'er alone." ”

Xiang'er is so sensible, Mu Hai cherishes it even more, and sighs: "If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have been so rude in the morning." ”

"Childe ......" Liu Xiang'er's pale cheeks flushed.

Mu Hai laughed: "Xiang'er really likes to be shy. "Lift the curtain and keep fanning it from side to side so that the fresh air outside the car can flow in faster.

Mu Hai looked up and saw the scorching sun, shook his head and said, "I really can't wait to borrow an inkstone from Tiangong." ”

Xiang'er blew the wind, the depression in her heart dissipated, her body felt a lot more comfortable, and she frowned slightly when she heard the words: "What is the son doing with borrowing ink?" ”

"Look at this hot sun, I don't understand the amorous feelings, and it makes my beloved Meimei Xiang'er sweat." Mu Hai said with a smile, "Borrow the good ink of the Heavenly Father, I can, splash ink to cover the hot sun, and draw thunder." ”

"Splash ink to cover the hot day, draw thunder with a pen, and the son is so courageous." Xiang'er smiled, "However, the rain is heavy, and the road is even more difficult." Uh-huh, I think I should have added one more sentence. ”

Liu Xianger already loves the way of poetry, and when she heard the heroic words of her son, she couldn't help but feel itchy in her heart, and wanted to pick up a sentence.

"Oh, how do you say?" Mu Hai grabbed Xiang'er's slender jade hand and asked.

This crazy sentence was improvised by him at the moment, and Xiang'er wanted to reconcile with the previous sentence, and he was naturally happy - since ancient times, talented and beautiful women, chanting poems and words, and harmony, harmony, and harmony, they have all been in bed.

This fine tradition must not be discarded!

"The rain is hot and hot, stretch out your sleeves and wipe the stars. What do you think? Xiang'er thought about it and said with a smile.

Whether the poems are good or not is trivial matters, and taking advantage of the opportunity is the top priority.

Mu Hai pretended to praise again and again, regardless of Xiang'er's shyness, took her hand and kissed her, and laughed: "Okay, it deserves to be my good Xiang'er." I'll add one more sentence, Beidou scoops spirits, and the Milky Way holds Tuping. ”

"Not good." Xiang'er wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "This imitation is too heavy, and I don't like spirits." ”

"Don't you like spirits? That's okay. Hey, what about me, do you like it or not? Mu Hai felt that the two lines of poetry should be combined, and it was almost time to move on to the next step.

"I don't like it, I don't like it......" Xiang'er rushed left and right, dodging Mu Hai's Lushan claws, but the carriage was just a little bit, where to hide, and was quickly caught and pressed under Mu Hai's hands and feet.

"Like you or not, I like you." Mu Hai laughed, his right hand reached into her clothes along Xiang'er's neckline, and held her tall and towering breast peak through **.

"Oh," Xiang'er was caught in the sensitive place, unable to resist, groaned, and begged, "I beg Gongzi to have mercy, Xiang'er is unwell." ”

"It's okay, okay Xiang'er, I'll touch it." Muhai smiled hippiely, and the other hand climbed up her delicate buttocks.

"Ask the son for mercy." Xiang'er struggled twice, her tone suddenly became cold, her body froze, and she lay motionless.

Xiang'er was unwilling, and Muhai was unwilling to force it, so he let go and sat up. Xiang'er silently tidied up her messy skirt without saying a word, and the atmosphere became extremely embarrassing.

The original good poems and lyrics, and the mood of male and female love were gone, and Mu Hai felt depressed. Moved to the window, while continuing to fan the car curtains, while struggling to recall the plot of the talented and beautiful woman in the romance book, see where there was something wrong with what he did, summarize the lessons, and strive to be on par with the sages next time.

Liu Xianger must like Mu Hai in her heart, and when she saw that he was angry, she didn't forget to fan the car's thoughtful behavior, and she was also moved in her heart.

But she always remembered that she approached Muhai to avenge her father by using his power. When I get along with him, I have very mixed feelings: sometimes I can let go of a qiē to play and laugh with him, and recite poems against him; Sometimes I don't dare to be intimate with him like I have something blocked in my heart.

Xiang'er sat on her knees, looking at Mu Hai, who was leaning against the window silently, feeling sad. The little hand tightly twisted the hem of the skirt, not knowing why he suddenly subconsciously refused to make love to him. Didn't you secretly kiss him last night while he was asleep? What are you afraid of?

Mu Hai cared about Xiang'er's body, and when the sun was half in the western sky, he ordered to find an inn to rest and no longer move forward. After Liu Xiang'er got out of the car and saluted Mu Haiyingying, she confessed and went upstairs to rest first

Accompanied by the You brothers, Zhou Ye and others, Mu Hai watched the mountains and rivers on both sides of the Huai River, and did not return to the inn until dinner.

After a day's journey, everyone was tired, so they ate and rested early.

Mu Hai sat in the car all day, his spirit was relatively better, he didn't feel sleepy, and he read at night with a lamp in the house.

The summer nights are cool, and there are not many mosquitoes here, so reading and recreation is a pleasure.

Mu Hai was fascinated by it, and suddenly felt a dark incense around him. Smelling the familiar fragrance, Mu Hai sighed lightly.

Xiang'er stood behind Mu Hai and said cautiously: "Childe, Xiang'er is unwell during the day, which makes Childe unhappy, please don't blame Childe." If Childe wants it, Xiang'er ......"

"Haha, right now I really want Xiang'er to study with me. The long night is long, I have no intention of sleeping, there are red sleeves and incense on the side, and reading at night is a beautiful thing. Mu Hai opened his mouth to interrupt Xiang'er's words.

He knew that Xiang'er was a proud woman, and his heart could not be regarded as completely his. It would be a great insult to her if she said all this.

Mu Hai turned to stare at Xiang'er's clear beautiful eyes, and sighed secretly: I don't know why you have to serve me so compromisedly, but I won't let you do anything you don't want to do.

Xiang'er's beautiful eyes dodged Mu Hai's burning gaze, and she glanced at a copy of "Notes on the Water Scripture" on Mu Hai's table, and asked: "What Gongzi reads at night is not a sage's classics, but a miscellaneous theory." ”

"Why isn't it a saint's book?" Mu Hai asked Xiang'er to sit down beside him, smelled the fragrance on Xiang'er's body, and said with a smile, "The one who wrote the subset of the scriptures and histories is a saint, and the one who wrote the "Notes on the Water Scripture" is not a saint? I have lived in the north for a long time, and I know very little about the water. The old man specially put "Water Jing Note" and "River Canal Book" in my box, with good intentions. Hehe, he doesn't want me to come to Surabaya and only indulge in pleasure and mislead the country and myself. ”

Speaking of this, I can't help but sigh, the old man of the Qin family is an extraordinary person, but I don't know what kind of character the dead Qin Jianzong is. Listening to Cheng Shu and others talk about him, his face was full of disdain, and he thought that he was also a useless wine bag and rice bag.

Xiang'er nodded slowly when she heard this, and sighed: "Zhumen is not all gentle, Gongzi's father is a great character. ”

"Haha, that's natural, if Zhumen is full of gentleness, then how did the mansion come about?" Mu Hai said with a smile, "But it's a pity, the old man's hard work can only turn into water in front of the beautiful and lovely Xiang'er." I didn't even go to Surabaya, and I started to indulge in women. ”

Xiang'er's cheeks were slightly red, she picked up the scroll and slapped Mu Hai lightly, and said angrily: "You like to bully people." ”

"I only like to bully people who are willing to be bullied by me." Mu Hai said with a smile.

"If it's a bully who doesn't want to be bullied by you, you put up with him, don't you?" Xiang'er glanced at Mu Hai and pretended to ask unintentionally.

"There are so many bullies in the world, I can't clean them all up. But if it's under my jurisdiction, that's a different matter. As I have said, during my term of office, I will want no one among the people to be wronged and no one to starve. Mu Hai said with a smile.

Xiang'er nodded, and said with a straight face: "Splashing ink to cover the hot day, drawing thunder, but it's all jokes." seems to be extremely heroic, but after all, it is whimsical, so that no one in the people is wronged, and no one is hungry, which is the real boldness. Xiang'er only hopes that the son will keep in mind his original intention, do some good things for Surabaya County, and leave a name in history. ”

"Is it going to go down in history? Hehe, the world is impermanent, at this time I am infinitely beautiful, maybe the next moment I will be a prisoner under the stairs...... "Mu Hai's own family knows his own affairs, and he is doing a head-killing business, and it is useless to think too much, so he changed his words and said, "But a manly man, if he is afraid of his head and tail, he will be like a girl without a bird." It doesn't matter if I leave a name in history or not, as long as I am in office for one day, as long as I am in office for one day, I will do one more day of good deeds for the people under my rule. Hehe, I also like to have fun, but I can grasp the bottom line, Xiang'er can rest assured. ”

"Haha, it's useless to talk too much, read books, read books, read ......"

Mu Hai hadn't figured out where he had made Xiang'er angry during the day, so he didn't dare to talk much now, for fear of making a mistake. Just concentrate on reading books, doing things for the people is not a slogan can be achieved, and knowledge is also crucial, otherwise it is just powerless, and it may be self-defeating.

Throughout the ages, there have been many Qing officials, but there are really not many capable officials.

Liu Xiang'er sat aside, staring at Mu Hai, who was seriously flipping through the book, and thoughts surged in his heart: Doesn't he care if he leaves a name in history?

She remembered what the servant told her about her last visit to her father before she died:

When the servant went to visit the prison, the villain Zhang Mo happened to be there, and Liu Zhen was talking to Zhang Mo at that time. Zhang Mo was very arrogant and said: "Aren't you hard bones all boasting of flowers, white and arrogant? Hehe, I don't know what color your flower is completely up to me, I want to dye red if I want to dye red, dye black if I want to dye black, the world praises you or scolds you, and I have the final say......"

Liu Zhen smiled disdainfully and said: "I only want peace of mind when I do things, who cares about the name behind me?" Haha, whether it's red or black, I only have one sentence, I don't need the world to praise the color, and I only leave a clean air. ”