The two entered the house, Mo Zijing asked Pei Shu to sit down, first found a clean cloth towel, taught him to wipe off the rainwater, and then went to the ear room to make tea, and the warm voice came from the curtain, if the fire was slightly warm: "To eat this purple carrot cake, you must be accompanied by new tea, and when I cook the tea, let's eat it together." ”

"Okay." Pei Shu said while wiping his head and face with a cloth towel.

The two of them seem to be very close, and they are not very polite, Mo Zijing is making tea alone in the small room, Pei Shu left the order, but he didn't care, slowly opened the food box, and took out a plate of steaming purple carrot cakes.

"Hey, I've smelled this fragrance here, it's really nostalgic." Mo Zijing smiled in the ear room, and in his voice, there was the sound of porcelain rubbing, as if he was making tea.

Pei Shu put the dim sum plate away, put away the food box and said with a smile: "The first time I ate purple carrot cake when I was a child, it was made by Mr. You went to the kitchen to make it, and since then, you will make it every year, but I have been away from Beijing for more than a year, and I have never tasted this taste. ”

"So, you brought the cake tonight?" Mo Zijing walked in with a lacquer tray in his hand and signaled to him with a smile: "I have also made tea, new tea this spring." ”

He put the tea set one by one, poured two more teas, and pushed one of them to the opposite side: "Good raw product, this tea is very good." ”

Pei Shu took it with both hands and said with a smile: "Mr. is embarrassed again." I'm just a rough man, I'm happy to ask me to drink, this tea......"

He shook his head and didn't say anything down, with the words "lacklustre" written between his eyebrows.

Mo Zijing couldn't help laughing: "You, since you were a child, you only know how to practice martial arts, and you only read the art of war, and you don't want to learn a little more, and this habit still refuses to change." ”

Pei Shu laughed, and then sighed again: "Mr. even remembers this, but I forgot." Mr. has been in Pei's family for all these years, and he is really my mentor and friend. If you think about it carefully, the manpower left by my father back then, now only you, Mr. , Lao Ge, Lao Meng, and the others are gone. ”

After finishing speaking, he sighed long, as if he was very emotional.

"Yes, these days are really like a white horse." Mo Zijing also sighed, her face full of reminiscence: "I still remember that when I first entered the Hou Mansion, you happened to be born, and the old Hou Ye had to take you out to show me, you are still a baby waiting to be fed." Now that you have grown so big, your colleagues back then have also scattered. ”

He looked at the candle flame on the desk in a daze, and after a few breaths, he suddenly woke up, dusted his sleeves and smiled: "That's it, let these people and things pass in the past, don't talk about it, don't talk about it." ”

Saying that, he picked up the teacup, drank a few sips of tea, and then held the pot to refill some for himself, and when he was about to get up, he refilled the water for Pei Shu.

The envelope was made of brown paper, and under the candlelight, it became more and more dim, and the fire paint on the seal had been opened, and it was not opened.

He was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, the envelope was pushed and slowly moved in front of him.

Mo Zijing's hand pouring tea paused in mid-air.

"I wanted to talk to you after the snack, but I was a little sick to my stomach and couldn't eat it." The extremely cold voice, as cold as a thin blade, slashed past his ears.

Mo Zijing maintained the action of holding the pot, suddenly felt empty in his palm, and came back to his senses, but it was the teapot that was picked up by Pei Shu, and with a "duke" sound, it was placed on the case.

The rainy night was lonely, and this sudden sound seemed to shatter the long night.

Mo Zijing's body shook, and he raised his head, his face was inexplicable.

"Shu, what are you talking about?" He looked down at the letter, and then raised his eyes, puzzled: "What is the matter with this letter?" Is it written to me? ”

Pei Shu leaned back and looked at him with a smile: "I heard that Mr. is discussing with Lao Ge and Lao Meng these days, and he will return to Ningxia in the near future, and even Guan Fang is preparing." ”

Sidestep the question.

When Mo Zijing heard this, the blankness on his face was gone, and he didn't seem surprised by his attitude, and said with a light smile: "I was looking for an opportunity to talk to you about this." Speaking of which, we have lived in Jinan for almost half a year, and Ningxia's military affairs are heavy, and we must not leave anyone for a while. Master Hou is not going to stay in Beijing now, and I have to plan for you. ”

"Oh, really?" Pei Shu stared at his eyes, and after a few breaths, the corners of his lips curled into a very shallow arc: "Mr. is planning for me everywhere, I am really grateful." ”

After that, he nodded his chin to the envelope: "Why don't you open the letter and take a look?" He smiled quickly, and his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a needle: "After reading this letter, maybe you know better that you have done a lot for me Pei Shu." ”

Mo Zi didn't move, only stared at him, and after a few breaths, his face sank: "Ah Shu, what are you doing?" ”

This question, with the majesty of the teacher, is like the young man in front of him, who is still a young child who babbles back then.

He frowned and pushed the teapot aside, his face was pale: "Although I am not talented, I ask myself to do my best in the Pei family, and I will treat you as half a disciple." But I don't know why you are here today? ”

He has a solemn and solemn face, and he is more and more like a learned Confucian scholar.

It's just that when Pei Shu heard this, he was tired of it, and he didn't even have a look.

Mo Zijing frowned a few times.

If in the past, after these words, Pei Shu would have bowed to his disciples, apologized to him, or nodded yes with admiration on his face.

At this moment, Pei Shu is cold, just like all the people in high positions in this world, although his momentum is restrained, he is condensed but not hairy, like a sword in the sheath, there is a sense of oppression.

Hu Zijing's brows tightened, and he coughed, and his face became colder: "It seems that the little marquis came today because of the Xingshi's question." I, a former staff, in the eyes of the little marquis, am just an ordinary subordinate. ”

"I think you'd better read the letter before you talk about it than talk nonsense." Pei Shu yawned without sleepiness, picked up a piece of purple carrot cake, but didn't eat it, only stared at it, as if he wanted to see something from it.

Mo Zijing's eyes turned slightly, and the slightly cloudy undereyes concealed a trace of imperceptible vigilance.

Pei Shu didn't seem to be aware of it, tore open the purple carrot cake, sniffed it to his nose, and his expression became more and more casual: "Mr. Mo, you hesitated for a little long." ”

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the purple carrot cake, and suddenly turned to Mo Zijing and sighed: "This really doesn't look like you." I don't think you're the kind of person who drags the water. How? Suspect I'm cheating? ”

Mo Zijing breathed sharply.

After a while, his tightened eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and he raised his head proudly: "Why does the little marquis have the momentum of Shangguan?" Could it be that he is not wise enough to be controlled by power? ”

When the words landed, his eyes quickly swept over the room in front of him, and at the end, he subconsciously stopped on the envelope.