Murong Shu pushed the door in, glanced at Bai Xiying on the side, and pretended to be surprised: "It turns out that Bai Gongzi is also here, it seems that you are really destined for this king!" ”

"His Royal Highness King Rui," Bai Xiying coughed dryly twice, "Weichen is still in class with the Fourth Prince. ”

Murong Shu smiled and said, "It's okay, Bai Gongzi, you continue, this king may not have been in class for a long time, so let this king listen to a section here?" As he spoke, he sat down next to the white shadow.

Bai Xiying couldn't help but move to the side, and said with a little embarrassment: "Your Highness, please." ”

Murong Jin looked at the two of them in puzzlement, only to see Murong Shu looking at Bai Xiying and smiling very brightly, but Bai Xiying just looked at his sleeves and hem, and his face was stiff.

"Sir?"

"What?" Bai Xiying glared at him fiercely, "Have you memorized all the books you just told you to memorize?" ”

"Huh?"

Bai Xiying said lightly: "Ah what, don't remember it quickly, I will examine it tomorrow." ”

Murong Jin saw that Bai Xiying didn't want to talk more, so he had no choice but to turn over a music theory book that he had already learned and read it from the beginning.

And the three of them sat like this, and did not speak. Murong Shu looked at Bai Xiying, Bai Xiying looked at Murong Jin, Murong Jin looked at the scroll with a dull gaze, and only felt that his scalp was numb for a while.

When a book is about to be finished, it is time for class to end. Murong Jin breathed a sigh of relief and closed the book.

"Sir, the student hastened a rough idea."

Bai Xiying said solemnly: "After such a long time, I can only remember a rough idea, and His Highness still needs to review a lot of places." ”

Murong Jin also said solemnly: "What Mr. taught. ”

Bai Xiying nodded, "Your Highness is also tired today, and Weichen has retired." ”

Murong Jin got up and said, "Sir, go slowly." ”

Murong Shu smiled and said, "Bai Gongzi walks slowly." ”

Murong Jin stacked the two books on top of each other and carefully placed them in the most inconspicuous place on the shelf, and looked at Murong Shu who was still looking outside the door suspiciously, "When did Uncle Rui Wang become so close to Mr. Bai?" ”

Murong Shu came back to his senses at this time, and didn't seem to hear clearly, "Little Ah Si, what did you just say?" ”

Murong Jin: "Did Uncle Wang and Mr. Bai know each other before?" ”

"It's considered an acquaintance," Murong Shu said with a smile, "You don't need to endorse it today, this king asked your father for a day off for you, and I will accompany you out of the palace tomorrow to have a good time." ”

"Really?" Murong Jin was a little surprised, it had been more than twenty years since Murong Shu mentioned this matter last time, and he thought that he had forgotten about it.

Murong Shu nodded and said, "That's natural, this king went to Qintian Prison to ask, tomorrow is a good sunny day." ”

"Father, is he really accurate?" Murong Jin asked again.

"That's right."

"Can I be outside the palace all day?"

"You must go back to the palace before the time comes."

Murong Jin stepped forward, his eyes flashing with unconcealable joy, "Where does Uncle Narui plan to take his little nephew?" ”

Murong Shu took out a gold-painted folding fan out of nowhere, and unfolded it on his chest with a sound of "brushing" and fanned it slowly, "Naturally, you can go wherever you have fun." You, Uncle Wang, and I have been in this Great Thorn City for so many years, so we naturally know what good places to go. ”

Murong Jin looked a little at a loss, "Then what do I need to prepare?" ”

Murong Shu looked at it and said, "Change into good-looking clothes," and then closed the fan, gently knocked on Murong Jin's hair crown, and said with disgust, "Purple clothes with green jade crowns, ugly, good things make you so bad." ”

Murong Jin touched the crown of his hair, raised his hand and looked at the purple brocade robe with gold threads buried, and said incomprehensibly: "But I think it's okay." ”

Murong Shu held his forehead speechlessly, "......"

............

Murong Jin thought about leaving the palace tomorrow, and was so excited that he didn't go to bed for three minutes. Thinking about Murong Shu saying that he was wearing ugly today, he opened the wardrobe and chose left and right, and after a long time, he picked out a set of spring clothes that were newly cut after the spring - a jade-colored jacket, a robe cut from bamboo blue cloud satin, with dark patterns of begonia flowers, and the light and shadow flow under the candlelight, which is not bad. After flipping it over and looking at it a few times, he ordered someone to fold it and put it next to the couch, and he didn't untie his clothes until five o'clock, and he didn't really fall asleep until seven o'clock.

On the second day, Murong Su came early, and Murong Jin was still having breakfast when he came.

Murong Shu leaned up and said, "You can drink this bowl of lily porridge, and Uncle Wang will take you to eat something more delicious when you leave the palace." ”

Murong Jin then put the red jujube rice cake he had just bitten back into the plate, and after hastily drinking most of the bowl of lily porridge, he said, "Okay." ”

Murong Shu looked at Murong Jin's dress today, the bamboo blue robe with the jasper crown made the whole person look refreshing and noble, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, stepped forward and grabbed Murong Jin's shoulder and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being the handsome son of my Murong family." ”

The two of them walked to Qingxuanmen, and then changed into a purple canopy carriage and went out of the palace gate. After walking through a quiet palace road, the surrounding sounds gradually became noisy.

Murong Jin curiously lifted the curtain and looked out.

It's still early, but many shops have already opened their doors and hung up their flags. There are incense shops, garment shops, tea houses, restaurants, rouge shops, jade shops...... There is also a morning tea shop, a shop selling oil-paper umbrellas, a silk Zhuangzi, and an inn on the fourth floor...... There is also Lang Yuxuan, Murong Jin remembers that a butterfly hairpin from the former mother and queen was made by the craftsmen of this family, and it is particularly good-looking......

There are also bustling crowds, mothers-in-law and aunts who go out to buy breakfast, and girls who carry baskets and sell hand-embroidered silk handkerchiefs......

Murong Shu ordered outward, "Go to the shop on the street of Xishi", and the driver answered, and the carriage sped up.

After a while, they stopped next to a stall, the stall was not big, a small place was made into a stove, and a part of the expenditure was set up with a bamboo canopy, and the flag hung was red and yellow, and a "face" was written on it.

Murong Shu went in and found a place to sit down, and beckoned to the stove: "Two bowls of wonton noodles——"

The boss was a middle-aged man, and his voice was loud and crisp: "Okay-"

Murong Jin carefully dodged the busy guy who was trotting and sat down opposite Murong Shu.

The bamboo tent was full of people, all of whom were white surnames in coarse linen clothes. The two of them sat here in brocade clothes and jade crowns, attracting some scrutiny and gaze from time to time. Murong Jin moved his body a little awkwardly, Murong Su seemed to come often, without half an uncomfortable appearance, shaking his fan and explaining to Murong Jin: "This is the best noodle shop in the West Market, only this wonton noodles are the most authentic, and the boss is from Yangzhou." ”

The shop is small, but the tables are clean, and two bowls of wonton noodles are served in a short time, steaming hot, with some shredded green onions and green cabbage leaves floating on them.

Murong Shu: "Eat." ”

Murong Jin pinched the spoon and took a wonton, and after blowing away the heat for a while, he took a bite, only to feel that the wonton skin had a smooth taste, the tip of his tongue melted immediately, and the filling and meat filling inside overflowed, and he picked a few thin noodles with chopsticks, the noodles were smooth and chewy, very elastic, and the soup was also delicious and sweet. Murong Jin was in the Deep Palace before, but he had never eaten such a fire-filled delicacy.

The wonton bowl was bigger than Murong Jin's face, and Murong Jin actually ate most of the bowl.

Murong Shu put down his chopsticks, looked at Murong Jin and said proudly: "How is it, it's not bad——"

Murong Jin nodded a little stunned.