Cultivate with an African God

It is spring.

That day when Mu Xinghe came back from a stroll, he saw that the window of the study room carved with tea leaves was half open, and the pear blossoms of Kazuki were blown in by the wind.That person's complexion was still as cold as Haruyuki's, but the tear mole at the corner of his eye showed a strange bright color.He stretched out his hand, his long sleeves drooped slightly, and he inadvertently pocketed a few petals of pear blossoms.

A paper crane landed on his finger, he saw Mu Xinghe who pushed the door into the courtyard, and nodded towards him almost imperceptibly, the paper crane flapped its wings, flew away from his finger, and dissipated into the air middle.

With thin coolness and dusty sunlight.

"I am back."

Mu Xinghe felt that a month had passed inexplicably.He didn't miss this person much, and he didn't feel too strange when he saw Shen Xiu.It seems like he just went out to play for a while, and then he came back.

Mu Xinghe greeted him with a smile, but Shen Xiu ignored his smile and told him one thing first——

"The people who survived the hunter's field are fine. Although the situation has changed, Cangjiange has stabilized the situation."

Mu Xinghe thought of other things, and asked again: "Other things, did the black hand show up behind the scenes? How did you find out?"

Shen Xiu looked at the snow-covered pear blossoms outside the window, and then said: "This matter is complicated, but it has almost nothing to do with you. You will understand it when you go back. Come here for a while."

Mu Xinghe was still immersed in the joy that his friend was safe and sound, and he didn't feel the meaning of changing the subject in Shen Xiu's words, and passed by briskly.

Shen Xiu was not in Fengya at the moment, the pen rest on the table was covered with some dust, he looked down at the pen rest, and said indifferently: "We are going to a banquet later, I can probably know what it is, but what has changed in it? You also need to pay more attention.”

Mu Xinghe thought of the gathering of celebrities that Shen Xiu mentioned earlier, and thought that this was the one, so he nodded. Shen Xiu was about to say something, but there was a knock on the door outside.

Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu exchanged glances, jumped off the chair, and went to open the door.

The person who came was a middle-aged man whose clothes were much more refined than his own. Behind him was a carriage, the driver was on the horse, and a guard was under the horse. The three people were dressed in similar colors, and all of them had meticulous details on their clothes. An Wen, the leader of the middle-aged man saw him, he just nodded his head to show his acquaintance, and said: "I am here at the master's order, please Mr. Shen and his entourage to go to Beppu Xiaoxu together." With the subtle smile that he used to serve others for many years, even though he was sent to invite them, his tone was not humble at all, but there was no disrespect in it.

Hearing the words, Mu Xinghe realized that he was going to be Shen Xiu's younger brother again this time, he lowered his head and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell the master to go right away, please wait."

"Wait," the middle-aged man looked at him with a little hesitation, and said, "Is this little servant planning to just go there?"

Mu Xinghe hadn't answered yet, and he said coldly again: "Little brother, it's better to dress up yourself. Your appearance represents the face of your master. Dressing up like this will not only bring down the face of the palace, but also the face of the prince." It's still your master's face that will be lost."

Mu Xinghe looked dazed, he understood that people disliked him for his attire, but he felt that his clothes were a little worn out, and he just rubbed against the corner of the wall and got dirty, so he could do it to the point where he could wipe Shen Xiu's face?

But he heard a voice sounding leisurely from behind him: "My face is naturally given to me by myself. But since King Queye came to invite me, Shen has a deep feeling, and naturally knows it well, so it won't be tarnished. .”

Mu Xinghe looked back and saw Shen Xiu standing behind him, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile at all.

Mu Xinghe reacted, put away his bewildered face, and asked with a smile if everyone outside would like to come in for a cup of tea, and he came just after a little plastic surgery.

Those people naturally refused, Mu Xinghe followed Shen Xiu back, and asked with his head: "Boss, I'm not embarrassing you, am I?"

"There are many rules here, so don't take it to heart," Shen Xiu said indifferently, "It's just that you're in a foreign country, and it's best to do the superficial work you need to do. ——I'll just remind you. You have already prepared in your room. Clothes, they came too fast, they didn’t have time to tell you, now you go change it yourself.”

Shen Xiu also emphasized: "It's easy to take care of your hair."

Mu Xinghe rubbed his head and drifted away in thought.

He turned out to be a modern man, and he didn't grow his hair long, let alone tie it up. When he first came here, he tied it up with a few pieces of cloth, and now he can still tie it up with a few strands of red-headed rope that the peddlers asked for. Ponytail has done his best.

Now that the boss has specifically instructed him, Mu Xinghe had no choice but to think about the hairstyle issue.

He really only knows how to tie a ponytail, but with his intelligence, imitating other people's hairstyles shouldn't be a problem.He thought for a while, Zhong Zijin wore a high ponytail just like him, the big guy doesn't like it now, this option can be ruled out, but brother Xiao Wen and the big guy need some specific hair accessories for their hairstyles, he doesn't have it, so this option can't be ruled out Can be ruled out.

He recalled it for a while, thinking that he is now pretending to be a bookboy or something, and he should choose a hairstyle like a bookboy with a bun on his head. He doesn't know how the bun is tied, but the principle of left and right is the same as the buns tied by those girls before. Almost, but he has seen this, and it is absolutely no problem to tie it up.

After a while, he knocked on the door of the study.

When Shen Xiu heard the voice, she naturally looked at him, the moment her eyes touched his head, Shen Xiu suddenly sighed.

Mu Xinghe was very shocked: This big guy has always been happy and angry, why would he act like a sigh when seeing his new hairstyle!

Shen Xiu had already ignored his unconvinced expression, silently looked away, put down the pen in her hand, then stood up, with a chill in her sleeves, he had already walked out the door, Mu Xinghe was still there Looking at him, he turned his head and sighed slightly: "Come with me."

In these few short words, Mu Xinghe actually heard a little smile and helplessness, making Mu Xinghe even more at a loss.

Shen Xiu called him to come to his own room.

"sit down."

Mu Xinghe sat down blankly.

Then the big guy performed an unexpected operation—not using spells to help him become alive, nor cutting off his dog's head with a sword, but picking up the mahogany comb on the table and using his Hands that seemed to have never been stained with dust untied his red-headed rope.

Mu Xinghe was shocked.

Shen Xiu was standing right behind Mu Xinghe. Mu Xinghe could feel how his hair was unraveling. The teeth of the comb slowly brushed across his head, smoothing his hair strand by strand. Falling in front of him, he was still not quite docile, his hair tails were raised, showing a light brown color through the intoxicating sunlight of the afternoon.Shen Xiu's breath is always slightly cool, with the bitter fragrance of early spring flowers, and his hands are also slightly cool, not like the breath of the world.

However, Mu Xinghe heard the boss sighed slightly, and that sigh didn't sound like much trouble because it was accompanied by a very shallow smile.

"...Where did you come from, a wild child? Why can't you even comb your hair?"

Mu Xinghe watched his hair being combed softly, but he entered another layer of confusion. Although he still consciously wanted to make his tone as cheerful as before, he even slowed down his speech. Said: "I have to say... I didn't need to comb my hair at all before, just brush it with my fingers a few times, and wash my hair once a day!"

Then he regained his composure and quickly complained: "Why do you have such a big opinion on my hairstyle? I've been walking around the world with a red hair rope, and it's been a year, and no one has said anything to me!"

Mu Xinghe saw the white corner of his clothes brushing in front of him from time to time, and felt itchy in his heart, wanting to scratch it.Shen Xiu was not annoyed when he heard his rebuttal, and she patiently explained: "The ethos in the Lingxi world never likes to interfere with others, so naturally no one cares about you. However, Que Ye Palace is full of red tape, and I was not born here. A humble scholar, but a descendant of a high school. Even if he is a descendant, it is impossible for his companion to dress too casually."

Shen Xiu's voice was faint, like the scent of flowers that would go away: "I don't bother to care about you and shouldn't care about it on weekdays, but I still have to pay attention to it today. Can't you see his attitude? "

After the words fell, Shen Xiu had neatly tied a ponytail on him, it was clearly the same ponytail, but Mu Xinghe felt that his hair was much more docile, and stood on top of his head energetically.

Mu Xinghe muttered, "It's really troublesome." Subconsciously touched it, although it was still the familiar roughness, and there were a few strands of hair sticking out, but unexpectedly it seemed to be different from before.The boss had already let go of his hand and commented "It's okay".

Shen Xiu immediately washed his hands after something happened. He was about to leave, but then he seemed to think of something, and turned his face slightly. Mu Xinghe passed by this time, and focused a little bit on his hair, the boss's hair He is also very big, long and smooth, because he turned his face, there are a few strands of hair that have not turned, covering half of his eyes, the pupils of the eyes are a little pale, and the light is caught by the hair and long eyelashes Covering, like broken ice in the sun, shone with a beautiful color.

The little sunshine was stained with dust, and a few old pear blossoms fell on the ground.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to rikachi for mine~Thanks to Banxia Guangyin for mine~~

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