Su Qingluan naturally couldn't know the specific title of the book, she just told Mu Xingzhi the type of book she wanted.

In addition to two or three legal provisions related to the rental shop, Su Qingluan also borrowed three "idle books" - a travelogue, a strange tale similar to Liaozhai, and a collection of poems.

To Su Qingluan's surprise, in such a huge book storage room, no matter what kind of books Su Qingluan wanted, Mu Xingzhi could always tell her which floor and which compartment the books she wanted almost without thinking - naturally due to mobility difficulties, the task of taking the books was handed over to Song Bo to complete.

And the more Su Qingluan looked at it, the more frightened he became: there were no more than two reasons why Mu Xingzhi was so familiar with the location of these books - one of them was that he couldn't put the scrolls in his hands, and he had read each book countless times, so he naturally knew their location; Another possibility is that this person has a good eye and can remember what the book is and where it is placed at one time.

…… Either way, it's terrifying, right? Xueba and Xueshen are both unattainable existences for Su Qingluan himself.

Every time Songbo found a book, he would put it in Su Qingluan's hand, and after a while, there were five or six books stacked in Su Qingluan's arms.

These books do not have fixed-size bindings, they are of different sizes, and they are not the hard-shell books with a very firm texture of modern times, Su Qingluan felt that the stack of books was a little shaky, and wanted to simply put them on the ground and rearrange them before picking them up.

However, she was still a step late, and the next moment, a stack of books in her arms was scattered in a sparse manner, and Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair was the place where the stack of books fell down.

So Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block, and even grabbed one of the books.

"Are you alright?!" Su Qingluan was taken aback: Originally, Mu Xingzhi was a patient, although these books are not hard-shell books, it probably hurts to smash them down like this.

"No problem." Mu Xingzhi shook his head gently and didn't say anything. Songbo originally wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by a look from him.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't hold the ...... steadily," Su Qingluan apologized in a mess, squatting down to pick up the books one by one.

"Well, there's another copy here." Mu Xingzhi handed her the next book in his hand.

Su Qingluan nodded and thanked him, originally wanted to reach out and take the book, but suddenly stared at Mu Xingzhi's hand holding the book, a little stunned.

Mu Xingyi instantly noticed that her eyes were looking at her hand instead of the book in her hand, she lowered her eyes and looked at it, her eyes flashed, and she asked quietly: "Su Niangzi, is there something wrong with the hand below?" ”

"Ah, it's not ......" Su Qingluan hurriedly shook his head, and said in his heart that since he was noticed staring at other people's hands, he should explain, otherwise it would feel like some kind of perversion.

She took the book and gestured with her gaze to Mu Xingzhi's hand that handed her the book and smiled: "Because I heard from my friend, Mr. Mu, you are used to writing with your left hand, but you just ...... it."

She looked at the right hand that Mu Xingzhi had just withdrawn: "Just now, you subconsciously used your right hand to catch the book that fell." ”

When Su Qingluan said this, he turned his back to Songbo, so he didn't notice that Songbo's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a cold light.

And Mu Xingzhi said casually: "So what? ”

"Writing with the left hand should be practiced by Mr. Mu, right? However, in emergencies, you will still subconsciously give priority to the hand you are most accustomed to. Su Qingluan sighed, "The acquired training is really hard with the hands that I am not used to, I have a period of time with my right hand injured, I can only eat with my left hand, as a result, even the spoon is used hard, and eating every day seems to be ......tortured."

Su Qingluan sighed.

Of course, her experience of injuring her wrist is not in this life, but in a previous life, but being forced to learn to eat with unfamiliar hands from scratch is definitely a memory that will never be forgotten.

In the end, she stretched out her thumbs up to Mu Xingzhi as if she had summed it up: "You can actually train your unaccustomed hands to write such beautiful words, it's amazing!" ”

She really didn't think too much about it, after all, she had the experience of "training uncivilized limbs", and as for others willing to write with their left hand, it was also their personal hobby, she just sighed, and didn't have the idea of delving into it.

Summer rain often comes and goes quickly. The rain was still heavy just now, and he couldn't see the road clearly, but now it was sunny for a while, so that Su Qingluan's original plan to be cheeky and borrow a hat or something was all saved.

"In that case, I will return the borrowed books as soon as possible." Bending down again, Su Qingluan turned around and said goodbye.

When Su Qingluan left the courtyard gate, Song Bo closed the courtyard door and turned back into the house, and heard Mu Xingzhi ask him: "Song Bo, what do you think?" ”

At this moment, although Mu Xingzhi was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking pale and thin, his speech was soft and calm, and his weak and lack of energy was swept away.

Song Bo pushed Mu Xingzhi out of the study to the front hall, and pointed to the bowl of ginger soup: "I added something to the ginger soup, although it is harmless to the body, it has some special taste, but she didn't pay attention to it at all, and drank it all." ”

Although the taste is also spicy, the aftertaste is a little bitter and astringent, which is not the same as ordinary ginger soup, but it is very similar to the poison commonly used in the same flavor.

"What's more, the hot towel is soaked in a potion that ablates and changes its appearance, and the face of that Su lady has not changed in any way." Song Bo shook his head, "It seems that Mrs. Su's appearance is what she is." ”

Mu Xingzhi nodded: "I also tested it when I was diagnosing her pulse, although her pulse was healthy and powerful, she didn't have the slightest internal strength. ”

"In this way, this Su Niangzi is an innocent person?" Somber raised an eyebrow.

"Whether he is innocent or not is unknown, but he is a keen man." Mu Xingzhi looked at his right hand with a smile, "It's really wrong to make a mistake in such a trivial matter." ”

"The ...... of the owner"

"In short, the doubts of this 'Su Qingluan' have still not been completely sorted out, so we must not be negligent." What made Mu Xingzhi puzzled the most was that there was really such a coincidence in the world that two identical people could happen to appear in the same place?

But if Su Qingluan is really the lady who was originally held by the Marquis of Anning, then what happened to the huge gap between the two of them?

"I always feel," Mu Xingzhi's slender fingers tapped on the armrest of the wooden wheelchair in a regular manner, "What kind of hand does this 'Su Qingluan' have with Xu Linlang, who has been extremely favored in the palace recently. ”

It's just a hunch, and there is no evidence, but it's intense.