Sheng Shi Merciful Light

Mu Ci is the king of Chu, fortunately the only feudal lord with an actual fiefdom. He lives in the palace-like mansion of the king of Chu, and his dining style must be extraordinary.

The generally accepted unspoken rules should be - countless beautiful waiters, serving delicacies from mountains and seas like flowing water, all meals must have the posture of a full banquet, and the king of Chu only eats one bite of each dish, without even touching it, and throws it away after looking at it.

But in fact, Mu Ci was not like that.

His dining table is a large round table. The food has been set and divided into meals. There is not much food in front of each person. There are fresh meat, seasonal vegetables, and a combination of meat and vegetables. There is no delicacies from mountains and seas to highlight his identity, and there is no huge quantity to show luxury.

Ordinary and homely.

Everyone sat down separately, and at first they were a bit restrained, but Mu Ci moved freely, and there were no strict rules on the table, and he didn't pay attention to the dining etiquette of "don't talk about food" and "don't touch cups and chopsticks", which was relatively more relaxing.

The ingredients were fresh, beautifully fried, and delicious. Everyone watched Mu Ci move their chopsticks, and followed suit, slowly eating with gusto.

Wang Tingyun is lively by nature, and he is not idle when eating, and his eyes are on Le Shu.Seeing him sitting next to Mu Ci eating together was a bit strange, and thought he was the son of everyone and had good friends with Mu Ci.Later, when I saw him serving dishes to Mu Ci and serving them with gentle words, I realized that he was a waiter.With such a talent, everything he does is pleasing to the eye. Wang Tingyun looked at it and felt that there was an unusual atmosphere between him and Mu Ci. Leshu's eyes...

Wang Tingyun pointed at Le Shu and joked: "If you were a girl, if my cousin married you, he would be the most virtuous sister-in-law in the world."

Wang Zhihong frowned, and whispered: "Daughter's family, don't talk about marriage, and don't make fun of others."

Wang Tingyun stuck out his tongue and said, "I know I was wrong."

Le Shu also liked this innocent and cute little girl, and was not angry, but felt his heart flutter inexplicably because of the "sister-in-law" and smiled gently.

Mu Ci ate the food in his mouth slowly, and then said: "Ashu is my servant and secretary hired with a high salary, don't make fun of him."

Mu Ci's voice was not high-pitched or harsh, but it was inexplicably full of power, which made people dare not make mistakes easily.

Wang Tingyun stuck out his tongue, and softly said to Le Shu, "Sorry!" and buried his head in his meal.

Not long after, Mu Ci, the host, finished the little food in front of him. Everyone wanted to put down their chopsticks, but seeing Le Shu continue to eat with a small bowl, they looked at each other, undecided.

They were all young lads, definitely not the amount of Mu Ci's cat food, in fact they were not full yet.

Mu Ci said: "I have a rule when I eat here. I eat all my food and don't waste it."

It turned out to be such an unspoken rule.

This rule is very new, but when you think about it carefully, it is really good.Because every meal is hard work.Everyone did not expect that the legendary king of Chu, who loves to eat and is good at eating, has such simple meals. Compared with other aristocratic families and even some wealthy businessmen, it can even be said to be shabby.

But this rule of not wasting is correct.

Everyone admired Mu Ci even more, and felt that a true gentleman should have the virtues of King Chu.People say: no one is perfect.But everyone thinks that Mu Ci is a perfect person.

But everyone quickly overturned this perfect conclusion, and only felt that Mu Ci was scheming and cold-blooded.

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Everyone was full, and after eating fruit, Wang Tingyun looked at Mu Ci with staring eyes, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Cousin, I know you said that Wu is not good at writing, so let's clear up the reason."

Mu Ci patted her head: "Ah Nong, you can tell people everything, you are all your own, you can say whatever you want."

Wang Tingyun smiled brighter: "You said that the construction of the Confucian Temple is not your business, is it because you have already participated in the construction of the Martial Temple, so you can no longer touch the Confucian Temple, lest the civil and martial arts return to your heart, and your reputation is too prominent, and you are suspected of shaking the Lord?"

Mu Ci nodded frankly: "I have this concern, I never plan to turn against third brother, so I don't want to show off too much, he doesn't mind, and others will talk about him."

Wang Zhihong and Su Min looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes—these words were casual, but the amount of information in a few words was huge. It not only pointed out the conflict between the King of Chu and Emperor Deguang, but also showed that the King of Chu had a clear understanding of the overall situation; The important thing is to show that the king of Chu has no ambitions, and take a step back to broaden the sea and the sky.

It cannot but be said that this is a great blessing.

Wang Tingyun was not a little girl who was raised in a deep boudoir and knew nothing about the world. She understood the current situation in her heart, so she nodded her head, looking at Mu Ci with a feeling of distress: "You have to be careful every step of the way, it's really hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's a trivial matter for me." Mu Ci said, definitely not Haikou.So far, nothing major has happened to him.

Wang Tingyun worshiped him even more, he was in awe like a god, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and asked: "I still don't understand, why when the son left, you made a special emphasis on asking him to discuss with Lord Qinghe first when he went back?"

"What do you think?" Mu Ci threw the question back, not minding that Wang Tingyun was a woman.

Wang Tingyun is very happy, this cousin is not like his father and brother who don't tell her anything, meaning: Women don't care about national affairs.Why can't women care about national affairs?You must know that if the country is in trouble, the women in the backyard will also suffer.

Wang Tingyun ignored the frequent winks from his elder brother, tilted his head to think about it, and asked doubtfully, "Couldn't King Qinghe propose this matter? As the head of literati, isn't he more qualified to propose the construction of a Confucian Temple?"

"Precisely because of this, King Qinghe is the last person to propose." Mu Ci said.

Wang Tingyun frowned, hearing a hint of seriousness.

Su Min on the side is not an otaku who is obsessed with studying, and in order to show his talent and learning in front of his rivals and leave a good impression on his sweetheart, he interjected: "Whoever brings up this matter will surely become a hero and sage among literati .This person... should be His Majesty, not King Qinghe."

If King Qinghe mentions it, even though he will become a sage of literati, he will not be tolerated by the emperor because of his high contribution... Didn’t it seem that even the king of Chu wants to get rid of his ties, and shy away from this "achievement"?

Mu Ci nodded.

Wang Tingyun took a deep breath, understood instantly, and almost jumped up to pat her elder brother: "Quick! Quick! Hurry up and catch up with Shizi, please be careful, they can't let them say what kind of Confucian temple to build..."

Wang Zhihong dotes on his younger sister and has a close personal relationship with Mu Yunge, so he obediently stood up.

But Mu Ci waved his hand, and said carelessly: "It's too late to say now. If King Qinghe and his son were greedy for the initiative, the news would have leaked out. If they were sober enough, they would know it even if they didn't remind them." What to do."

"Ah? What should I do now?" Wang Tingyun was a little at a loss.

"Death, or the whole family flees overseas." Mu Ci's tone was very indifferent.

Wang Tingyun said unhappily: "You clearly thought of it just now, why didn't you explain it clearly to your son?"

Wang Zhihong reprimanded lightly: "A Nong, don't be rude."

Mu Ci didn't mind, but asked indifferently: "Who are they to me, and who am I to them? Or do they have the kindness of saving my life and nurturing me, so I have this responsibility and obligation to remind them by hand? How should I behave? Besides, people who are short-sighted and greedy for power are not worth my effort."

These words are so cold-blooded that people feel coolness in their bones - if King Qinghe is in love with power, Mu Cizhen will stand on the sidelines with cold eyes.

However, Su Min regarded Mu Ci as an imaginary rival in love again, and now he had to say something fair: "Little sister, the prince has already fulfilled his duty of reminding, didn't he emphasize that the prince should keep his expression on his face and don't miss the news. Do you want to discuss with Prince Qinghe?"

Wang Tingyun seems to understand but not understand.

Mu Ci quite liked Wang Tingyun, a smart girl, so she made a point on purpose: "Think about it, King Qinghe is a literati, why have he traveled far away and wandered all over the world for all these years?"

Wang Tingyun was disturbed only because she cared about her friends. When she woke up, she immediately reacted.Isn't that true, although King Qinghe is unrestrained and loves to travel around the mountains and rivers, but after thinking about it, he knows the way to protect himself best.

King Qinghe shocked the world with his talents more than ten or twenty years ago, and he vaguely became the leader of literati.

This holy praise is not a good word, and it is a wake-up call to the king of Qinghe. Therefore, when he was at his best, he suddenly declared that he would "travel thousands of miles" to increase his knowledge, and left behind his beautiful wife, beautiful concubine, and babbling son. , went to neighboring countries to study and promote Chinese culture.

That's it, King Qinghe's prestige is growing day by day, and he is famous all over the world. It's true that gold shines wherever it goes.

The more famous King Qinghe became, the farther he had to go. As a last resort, he was forced to drift overseas regardless of his own safety, and did not come back for several years. If he hadn't met Mei Rong, the "Sea God" who saved him repeatedly, I'm afraid I'll never come back.

Overseas barbarians, ignorant of literature and science, coupled with the fact that King Qinghe wrote more travel notes and less commentary on poetry, this cooled his popularity in the literary world a little bit.

For such a wise man with a long-term vision and a clear head, Mu Ci is not at all worried that he will be caught by this... Well, it is a great achievement to initiate the Confucian Temple.But it is not enough for King Qinghe to be dazzled and make an unconscious decision.

The only worry was that Mu Yunge was young and couldn't hold his breath, so Mu Ci reminded him too much.

In any case, when he was forced out of the palace by the rebellion of the violent prince and robbed by the rebels, the Qinghe king expressed kindness to him, and to a certain extent, he helped save him.

Tat for tat, now I don't owe King Qinghe anything.

……

Sending off Wang Tingyun, and then saying goodbye to Su Min and Wang Zhihong, and letting them go home with a lot of gourmet dishes produced by the palace, Mu Ci's activities for this day are considered to be over.

It can be said that the matter of the Martial Temple has also come to an end, and it can be regarded as a happy ending.

Le Shu looked at the tiredness in Mu Ci's eyes, stepped forward to massage Mu Ci's temples, and asked softly, "Master, do you want to soak in a hot spring?"

"Hmm..." Mu Ci didn't have much strength, she closed her eyes and rested her mind, but didn't bother to move.

Then Mu Ci was hugged by someone and fell into a warm embrace. He heard a deep and deep voice with a little smile and doting on it: "I heard that the house is very lively today? I led the night guards to catch those who contributed to the flames." , did you miss something?"

"Brother, I'm sleepy." Mu Ci yawned in response to the situation.

Leshu then told what happened today.

After hearing this, Mou Yu ordered people to pay attention to King Qinghe, followed up on this matter, and looked down at Mu Ci's slightly closed eyes. His eyelashes were thick and long, like a butterfly tired of flying, beautiful and delicate, reflecting the candlelight, forming a faint blue under his eyes. film……

Mou Yu picked Mu Ciheng up and weighed him in his arms: "It still doesn't hold much weight," he said again, "The matter has come to an end, you can take a good rest and take good care of your body. We won't soak in the hot spring today, Le Jing has prepared one Medicinal bath, you go to sleep in the bathtub, and sleep for a while to refresh yourself... Do you want me to have a meridian acupuncture?"

Tongluo is mainly to treat Muci's root.

"If you don't apply needles, you will be tired, and Ziren is not here." Mu Ci replied.

Mou Yu raised his head and glanced at Le Shu, and responded casually: "Okay, it depends on your physical condition."

Although Mu Ci didn't think the recent events were major events, but his body was too poor, and he would exhaust his energy if he was a little busy. Now that he was relaxed, he didn't want to move. He leaned against Mou Yu's arms and let him play with him. He really fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Afterwards, no acupuncture was given. After all, mobilizing emotions also requires physical strength to vent, so Mu Ci could only get a good night's sleep.

After sleeping until the second day, Mu Ci's biological clock was very accurate. She woke up at the turn of day and night, and soon entered meditation. It's too bad, I can't bear the cold air at night, and the heat air during the day, so I can only absorb the neutralizing spirit energy of alternating moments to a limited extent.

Otherwise, his entry will be faster, and his body will be able to recover better.

Mou Yu knew Mu Ci's work and rest best, so he took the time to come over for Le Jing's diagnosis and treatment, and then took off Mu Ci's trousers and administered acupuncture... The meridian dredging effect is really excellent, and Mu Ci's legs quickly felt the impact of heat , slightly high-spirited... Then Mu Ci felt someone holding his place, soothing him gently.

Mu Ci grabbed that hand, took it away, and opened her eyes to look at the person lying beside her.

As expected, it was Le Shu.

Mu Ci looked at Le Shu leisurely: "Is this considered throwing yourself into your arms?"

Le Shu's porcelain-white and delicate face was flushed, but he was calm and brave, and looked at Mu Ci with shining eyes: "Yes, Lord, I am willing." He already knew Mu Ci's orientation.

Mu Ci let go of Le Shu's hand and sat up: "No!"

"Master, don't catch a cold." Le Shu was not annoyed at being rejected, and helped Mu Ci wrap up the quilt first.

Mu Ci saw that Le Shu was only wearing a thin jacket: "You also put on your clothes first."

Le Shu shook his head, and said softly, "As your valet, I should warm your bed."

Mu Ci raised her eyebrows and asked, "So is Le Jing? So is Le Shou?"

Le Shu took it for granted: "Of course, if you want, they will not refuse. Because we are given a surname, our life, heart and soul are yours, and our body is naturally yours."

Le Jing's eyes were like sinking water, and there was no expression of resistance on his face.

Le Shou and Le Ying squatted on the beams to circulate their internal energy, and at the same time closed their eyes to see no evil, their ears were sharp, and they didn't even tremble when they heard this.Obviously, their purpose, or the only purpose of being alive, is to obey the master, and of course to contribute the body.

Mu Ci shook her head and smiled, opened the quilt, and said to Le Shu, "Come here!"

Le Shu showed a brilliant smile, and hurriedly rubbed into Mu Ci's arms, hugging his waist, eyes full of admiration and longing, looking at Mu Ci.

Le Shu was originally handsome and elegant, and when he looked at people with such friendship, he had a very moving style.

Mu Ci felt the coolness of Le Shu's body, grabbed Le Shu's shoulders, slowly pushed him down on the bed, covered the quilt, and then leaned closer... so close that with a light touch, he could kiss Le Shu's blush lips.

Mu Ci looked down at Le Shu, her voice was calm and elegant, with a hint of charm: "A Shu, I am your boss, does this count as an unspoken rule for you?"