"Why, I haven't heard of Uncle Rui Wang being so concerned about state affairs in the past, what private matter are you investigating the prince of Northern Qi?"

Murong Shu sneered: "What you said seems to be a rare thing for me to care about state affairs." Isn't it your duty to be in the royal family? ”

"It would be nice if the children of the Murong family could be like Uncle Rui Wang," Murong Jin clasped his hands and looked at him meaningfully, "But even if it is for this reason, Uncle Rui Wang shouldn't ...... Let's rummage in my nephew's room......"

Returning to this issue, it is indeed Murong Shu's fault, and this thing is indeed not very glorious.

Murong Shu changed his expression with a hippie smile, "This matter is Uncle Wang's fault, Uncle Wang will compensate you, don't worry too much about it." ”

Do you want to cover things up so lightly?

"You and I are always a family, the little nephew doesn't care, and he doesn't dare to care, but the little nephew is very curious, what Uncle Wang originally wanted to find, what was it? Is it evidence of the collusion between the little nephew and the Northern Qi Dynasty, or is it proof that Bai Xiying is Wan Qizhi's thing? ”

Murong Shu's eyes suddenly sharpened when he looked at him, "I'm afraid of these, this king can't find it." ”

"It's just something that doesn't exist, how can you find it?"

"Not necessarily."

Murong Jin walked over and took the pear wood box in his hand and played with it, "Is this Uncle Wang's doubt, or His Majesty's doubt?" ”

Murong Shu had lost his patience and went around in circles with him, "What you said to Yan Yizhen, this king knows it." Who is his master? What does he have to do with his master? What is the relationship between his master and you? ”

"......" is so, and I can't imagine that the eyeliner of this Rui Wangfu is also unguardable.

Murong Shu lowered his body and looked at Murong Jin at eye level, "You said you know, tell this king." ”

"Then, why should I tell you," Murong Jin pinched the box and took a step back vigilantly, "What if I just don't say it?" ”

"Of course, you don't have to say it, but your little companion, the little beggar named Nan Xiao, this king can't guarantee that he will live in the palace well."

"Uncle Wang is a good method," Murong Jin's hand holding the wooden box was even harder, "Nan Xiao is Uncle Wang's nominal son, if something happens, it won't be good to spread out." ”

Murong Shu chuckled and said: "You also said it, it's just in name, where did this king get such a big son, I'm afraid it's not going to cost this king's life." Besides, what happened in this king's house, if this king doesn't want others to know, how can it be spread? ”

"You-"

"What am I," Murong Shu straightened up and looked at him quite proudly, "You always live in the palace, and everyone tells you that this king is actually not a good-hearted person. ”

After speaking, he walked outside, "This king gives you three days to think about it, and come to me when you think about it." ”

Murong Jin looked at the departing figure with some resentment, and only after a long time did he take out another sandalwood box, and after checking that there was no trace of it being opened, he stored it in a different place with the pear wood box.

This matter was indeed a little careless, he thought that Murong Shu was just an idle prince, but who would have expected that it would be so difficult to deal with.

He has not known Nan Xiao for a long time, Murong Shu is right, Nan Xiao is just a beggar he picked up, if he has no identity, he can't say that friendship is not very deep. used to help Nan Xiao come out, because he had a little pity, and Nangong Qi's actions were really disgusting, speaking of which, there was also a bit of a desire to save face for his own competitiveness.

But if he really ignores it, no matter whether Nan Xiao lives or dies, he can't be ruthless.

But without knowing Murong Shu's intentions, it is dangerous and careless to tell him Wan Qizhi's secret, both for himself and for him.

Three days, what can be done at this time?

Murong Shu, can you really do it?

It's really not easy to live under the fence.

Murong Jin smiled bitterly and picked up the flower shelf that fell to the ground, and then ordered someone to light the lamp and candle.

Today's ten family mottos have not yet been copied, and this is really a laborious and temperamental job.

And Murong Su is also copying the family motto, but he only has it five times a day, and he is more experienced than Murong Jin, and he has finished copying the last family motto of the day in less than half an hour.

From the cabinet on the side, I took out two scrolls and spread them out, and the paintings on them were Wan Qizhi and Bai Xiying.

The two have different temperaments and appearances, but the feeling they give people is so similar. Murong Shu couldn't tell what it was, but he felt that the two were the same person.

He didn't know why he would do such a stupid thing when he knew that Murong Jin was involved with Bai Xiying.

He just wanted to know too much to know if that person was his old friend. Or perhaps, in fact, he didn't want to know so much, but he just wanted to know something, more, about him.

It's early summer, and after a heavy rain and a burst of sun, the temperature has warmed up a lot, and the air is gradually showing signs of humidity and heat.

I don't know, the person who is far away in the mirror city of South Vietnam is still okay?

Murong Shu thought about it like this, and he didn't rest when he was ugly, and finally fell asleep on the desk, and was woken up by Xuguang at three poles the next day.

After a night of cold body, his chest was swollen again, although he had slept for a long time, he had not slept steadily, Murong Su pushed open the door in a drowsy state, planning to go back to his yard to make up for sleep.

When I woke up in the afternoon and ate another meal, I remembered to go to the study to copy the annoying family motto.

There were still dozens of steps away from the study, and Murong Shu saw the carved door open, and he didn't know if he forgot to cover the door when he left. Although he ordered that idlers should not be allowed to approach the study in this palace, he still couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Before he stepped into the study, Murong Shu saw that small, somewhat familiar figure sitting in front of his bookcase, looking at the scroll on the bookcase with a gloomy face.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Murong Jin took down a fire fold from the shelf next to him and lit the jade candle that was only half cut on the candlestick.

In fact, he was just very tired from copying today, so he wanted to come out for a walk, but he saw that Murong Shu's study was open and there was no one in the study, so he strode in.

"Uncle Rui Wang, are you here to copy the family motto?"

"Murong Jin, you-who allowed you to enter this king's study!"

"Uncle Rui Wang, what are you anxious about, is there some ulterior secret in this study?" Murong Jin picked up one of the scrolls, "I didn't know that Uncle Rui Wang's Danqing method was so superb, otherwise the little nephew would have come to ask for advice." ”

Murong Shu said angrily: "You put it down-"

"Oh," Murong Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, lifting the portrait of Wan Qian Zhi above the candle flame, "Uncle Rui Wang means, tell the little nephew to put it down?" The little nephew obeyed. ”

As he spoke, the scroll approached the candle flame.

Murong Shu stepped forward quickly, wanting to take it.

Murong Jin threatened: "If Uncle Rui Wang takes another step forward, the person on this painting may have to break his hands and feet." ”