I have flowers, do you have pots?

If you want to talk about the biggest new thing in the capital recently, it is probably that the palace, which has been abandoned for more than ten years, finally has a new owner.

Everyone knows that the person who lives in the mansion now is the third prince Lin Yuan of the current dynasty. It is said that he came out of the palace to recuperate, and his title is King Mu.I heard that the legendary third prince was born of the former empress, and he is also an outstanding son in the world. He is very knowledgeable and can write well. However, no one has really seen what he looks like and how old he is.Because although that royal mansion has been repaired in a magnificent manner, there are still long-lived old men tirelessly telling the younger generation that it is a haunted house, and they will never allow their younger generation to run there to play.

And that palace seemed to know people's taboos towards it, the vermilion gate was closed silently most of the time, as if guarding some daunting and heavy secret inside.

——Compared to Misin, who sounds so imaginative, the addition of a child of unknown origin in this mansion does not seem to be a major event worthy of people's attention.

"Don't worry, there are still many books, you can read slowly."

Every time I entered the study, I would see Mo Zhi sitting on a chair flipping through books.Seeing that it was getting late and the light in the room had dimmed a lot, but the young man was still watching intently, Mu Xianyu had a helpless smile in his eyes.Gently put the lamp in his hand on the table, leaned over and rubbed Mo Zhi's head lightly: "Sitting in the house all the time will get boring, do you want to go out and take a walk around?"

He met Mo Zhi at the door a few days ago.The kid didn't know where he heard that the mansion was going to recruit servants, so he ran with a serious face and said that he was also looking for work.How could he really let such a half-grown child do things? After repeatedly asking that there was no one else in his family, he left Mo Zhi to himself as a little book boy in name, teaching him every day. Studying and practicing martial arts, life is leisurely and comfortable.

It's just that - this child's talent is indeed outstanding, and he is determined to learn everything very quickly.It's just that he worked so hard that even he, a teacher, couldn't bear it, so he had to lead him out to go around in a different way from time to time, so as not to burn his body.

"Going to the street?"

Mo Zhi's eyes lit up, he gently closed the book in his hand, jumped off the chair and automatically grabbed his sleeve.Mu Xianyu couldn't help smiling, took his hand behind his back, led his new apprentice out of the study, and skillfully walked out of the palace through the back door: "What do you want to eat this time, do you want candied haws?"

"I want to eat marshmallows..." Mo Zhi responded in a low voice, blinked his eyes before hesitating and said, "Should we not wait for Brother Ji Ming? If we sneak out again, we will be scolded by Brother Jiming again when we come back. "

"Don't worry, since Ming—go out to do some errands, you won't know that we sneaked out."

Mu Xianyu smiled and nodded, led him out, took a shortcut to the nearest market, and specially bought him the biggest marshmallow.The pure white candy was like cotton, fluffy and gathered into a ball, Mo Zhi took a sip carefully, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes curved into a joyful arc: "This is sweeter than candied haws, so it's better than candied haws! "

"It seems—you probably don't like sour."

Mu Xianyu touched his chin and nodded earnestly, then brushed off a bit of pond dregs on his nose, and tapped the tip of his nose lightly: "I remember there is a sugar figurine stall at the corner of the street, let's go there later Check it out, you might like it too."

The little flower demon, who is very principled, still couldn't resist the temptation of Tang after all, and secretly told herself that when she went back at night, she must bless her little brother for an extra room, then she nodded vigorously, then raised her head and said seriously: "I only need one at a time. Alright, next time I will ask for a sugar man..."

As my husband said, you should not be too greedy when making flowers—just like the dew in the morning.It can withstand one or two drops of leaves, but if you have to save too much, they will just fall to the ground along the leaves together.

Mu Xianyu couldn't help being slightly startled, raised his hand and landed on his shoulder, patted him thoughtfully twice, then nodded with a smile: "Okay - next time you want to eat, come and eat with me Say, we can come out a few more times so you can eat them all."

The two walked forward for a while, Mo Zhi was busy looking for pots before, and only after following Mu Xianyu did he have the time to look carefully at the stalls on the street. Everything he saw was new, so he held his sleeve and whispered Ask non-stop.Mu Xianyu patiently explained to him one by one, and seeing that he seemed to be particularly interested, she pretended to buy it for herself, and planned to coax him to accept it when she waited.

As a gentleman, he can't give anything to his little apprentice, and he only has the opportunity to buy one thing once he comes out. This is the first time for Mu Xianyu to experience such a headache that makes people laugh and cry, and he feels really helpless.

After turning a street corner, Mu Xianyu's eyes suddenly paused on a person, and he conveniently protected Mo Zhi behind him.The man walked over quickly, as if he was randomly picking up things on the stall, but he leaned towards him indistinctly, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince said..."

"Wait a minute, this is not the place to talk."

Mu Xianyu responded softly, then turned to Mo Zhi who was still at a loss, and rubbed his head lightly: "I want to go and have a word with my friend, can you wait here for me?"

Mo Zhi blinked, nodded obediently, and squatted on the ground with his knees hugged, motionless.Mu Xianyu couldn't help laughing, leaned over and pulled him up patiently, looked around, then led him to the storyteller who was tidying up the booth, and put a silver leaf on the table: "Mr. I have some things to leave for a while, and I will be back in a quarter of an hour at most, I wonder if you can help take care of the younger brother..."

"You have given money before, so there is no need to give it again."

The nineteenth gentleman just stroked his long beard and smiled lightly, and pushed back the silver leaf with the tobacco stick in his hand: "Don't worry, the old man will take good care of your younger brother."

There was some thought in Mu Xianyu's eyes, but his face remained calm, he just smiled and saluted lightly, and told Mo Zhi not to run around, and then left quickly with the man.

Mr. Nineteen took a puff of cigarette unhurriedly, looked at Mo Zhi who was sitting obediently by the side of the stall, with a meaningful smile in his eyes: "Little Mo Zhi, is he really your brother? "

"How do you know my name?"

Mo Zhi was taken aback, and instinctively moved back, looking warily at the benign white-bearded old man in front of him.Mr. Nineteen just smiled and waved his hands and said: "It's nothing unusual, the old man knows too much - just like the person who called himself your brother just now, you may not know his identity, but the old man knows it very well. "

"He's my little brother!"

Mo Zhi blinked, then straightened up suddenly, and his tone was a little tough.It's just that his eyes were still full of nervousness and vigilance, and his lips were slightly pale, like a little milk cat protecting its food. Even if its hair was blown, it really didn't deter it. On the contrary, it made people feel soft inexplicably.

"Okay, you release your power every night to protect the mansion for him, and all the monsters in the capital will know that he belongs to your family."

Mr. Nineteen shook his head and laughed, the cigarette stick in his hand knocked on the top of his head, and said something mysteriously in a low voice.Before Mo Zhi could react, he actually let go of the things he had packed up again, and the sound board was firmly patted on the chopping board, and he actually put on the posture of storytelling again.

Everyone in Beijing knows Mr. Nineteen's name, as long as he speaks, no one will come to listen to him.After Mu Xianyu finished talking with that person, when he came back, he saw a group of people surrounded by the stall, and couldn't help but laugh.He tapped his forehead with a headache, and was about to go up to carry out Mo Zhi, who was probably surrounded, but he couldn't help but hesitate slightly when he heard what was said inside, and a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes.

"Master, why do you—"

Ji Ming, who had been left behind all the year round, finally rushed over from the corner of the street belatedly, but after speaking half a sentence, Mu Xianyu made a gesture of silence with his fan horizontally, stopped talking and hurried over , together with him, listened intently to what was going on inside.

"...Speaking of this third prince, that's really amazing. When he was born, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the phoenix sang by itself. Legend has it that Lu Cun and the stars came down to earth and cast a fetus with a money box in his arms. It's just that he was born in a bad day. I have been charged with seven kills, so my body is sick from time to time, and this time I came out of the palace because of this reason, to avoid the evil spirit of the emperor in this palace..."

"Who allows him to talk nonsense about these things!"

Mingming was so angry that he couldn't restrain his anger. He took a step forward and was about to overthrow the stand of the ignorant storyteller, but was firmly blocked by Mu Xianyu with a folding fan, and shook his head slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, don't listen to it. There is no such thing in this court." Whoever said these things are not allowed to come up with the sayings of the previous court's literary inquisition?"

"But--"

There was some unwilling anger in Ming Ming's eyes, and he was about to say something, but his highness had already pulled him out of the crowd.Seeing that he was still unwilling, Mu Xianyu couldn't help but laughed and shook his head, and patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "Didn't you hear that? He's trying to excuse me. Lu Cun is the master of wealth. The court emphasizes literature over business, have you ever seen a person who claims to be rich and prosperous? It’s just that the story is too outrageous——If a hundred flowers bloomed when I was born, then I really wouldn’t be able to live now... ..."

The author has something to say: A little brother who is allergic to pollen can't even have auspiciousness... TVT