The next day, the wind was gentle and the weather was clear.

Mu Zhi was playing with his little nephew at home, and laughed at him when he dared not speak out.

The tears that the little boy held in his eyes finally burst out. He ran away while crying, and whimpering while accusing: "Uncle Jiu is a bad person! I no longer like Uncle Jiu!"

Xie Shiyilang next to him twitched the corner of his mouth: Who is he who is bullied and wanders around his cousin Jiu again the next day? Looking at such a naughty child, he suddenly feels a little tired.

Mu Zhi turned a deaf ear to his nephew's accusation. He leaned on the soft collapse, smiled and opened the folding fan, leisurely admiring the paintings on it. It was autumn and the weather was getting colder. Everyone had already put away the fan, but he still kept his fan. Such behavior would only be contemptuous and ridiculed by others, but if this person did it, it would be regarded as an elegant habit, which would make people praise it for elegance.

Xie Shiyilang, who has become used to others to have completely different standards for his cousin and others, turned a blind eye to this. He said seriously: "Brother Ninth, this is not good. As an elder, how can you bully the young juniors?" Although these juniors are indeed very bearish sometimes, he really wants to vent his anger.

Mu Zhixiao: "As a child of the Xie family, if you want to collapse Mount Tai without changing color, how can you panic because of a small matter? It can be seen that the scene you have experienced is not enough. As an elder, you naturally need to give more tips and polish it." He shook the fan, smiled brightly, and was indescribable.

Xie Shiyilang: "..." Isn't it really because he tore your treasured paintings on the first day you went home and took them to fire? The only cousin in front of you who could be so righteous that he could just keep his grudges.

He was about to say something, but suddenly a servant came to report: "The eldest son of the Wen family has handed over the post, and the wife has a small life to the Jiulangjun." As he said that, he presented the post to the worship.

Xie Shiyilang consciously took it from him and handed it to Mu Zhi. A curiosity arose in his heart: Cousin Ninth and Wen Dalang actually met? Didn’t the Wen family just moved back to the imperial capital? Thinking of this, he slapped his forehead: Finally remembering what he had forgotten! He was frightened by Cousin Ninth before, and actually forgot to find Wen Sanlang!

Mu Zhi took the post and slowly unfolded it. The plain white paper was dyed with red patterns and a delicate fragrance, which seemed to be a lot of effort.

On the above, Wen Dalang sent an invitation with a concise wording: There is a short-lived pot of the Galin panax at home, and it is about to bloom. If you are so lucky, you will be in danger of being taken care of.

A very ordinary flower viewing sticker, except for the one you want to appreciate is the Gallin Epiphyllum, which is rare in a century.

Mu Zhi handed the post to Xie Shiyilang, who was almost engraved with two words of curiosity on his face, put his fingertips on his lips and gently pointed it out, as if he was smiling.

Wen Dalang is an interesting person. Their literary family was promoted to martial arts, but he was an alien. Although he was born with a tiger-back and bear-back, he just didn't like martial arts. He only liked to recite poems and essays, and was very elegant and did his best. He was dissuaded several times by his family without changing his ambitions. Finally, a little talent was revealed, and the Wen family gave up letting him practice martial arts. When outsiders saw him, they frowned and couldn't believe it: Is this a person who can play the piano and write poetry?

The people of Daxia have more or less face control, especially the children of aristocratic families, who are not interested in Wen Dalang's appearance and the Wen family is not outstanding, so he is more or less rejected.

So, Xie Jiulang's attitude towards everyone was very prominent. Wen Dalang came to ask Mu Zhi to correct his poems once, and since then he became his fan. He never forgot to send him posts to all kinds of big and small banquets.

It seems that this invitation is normal. But...

Thinking of Wen Dalang once said inadvertently that although he likes elegant things, he doesn’t like flowers because he is allergic to most pollen of flowers - this invitation seems very interesting.

If it's not Wen Dalang, who invited him behind his back? Thinking of the original plot provided by 999, the Wen family has always been a loyal supporter behind King Yong Murong Zhao, Mu Zhi chuckled and everything was lost in an instant.

Dear Your Highness Yong, will it be you? I am looking forward to it.

...

Because Xie Shiyilang expressed his expectation that he wanted to go to Wenfu to meet his friend, Mu Zhi thought about it and took him with him. The carriage he was traveling on was specially made and there was no identity information on it. Because he was thrown into a fruit in Jiangnan, he would pull the curtains tightly every time he went out.

When he arrived at Wen Mansion, he handed over a prayer letter, and soon someone respectfully led them in. Today, Wen Mansion is particularly quiet and solemn. As soon as he entered the mansion, Xie Shiyilang was invited by Wen Sanlang's servant, and happily left his cousin and followed him; Mu Zhi was led by someone to a pavilion.

From a distance, I saw a man sitting in the pavilion, wearing a black cloak, with his ink hair tied up tightly, and his temperament was as high as abyss.

Mu Zhi approached with a smile, his expression dispersed, without any surprise: "His Royal Highness Yong." He bowed his hands and looked like jade.

Murong Zhao stood up and gave up his seat. After being rejected, he did not insist. Instead, he smiled rarely and asked Muzhi to taste tea: "Young Master Ninth, I don't know if my skills can still be heard."

The person in front of him no longer looks cold and distant, and he looks particularly approachable. But Mu Zhi knew that the more this happened, the more it means that he hid his heart deeper, just like water. The softer it was, the less you could find a place to break through.

He didn't drink and smiled carelessly: "Wen Dalang invited me to enjoy the flowers, why didn't he see others? It's not good to leave all the guests aside."

Murong Zhao was silent for a moment and said slowly: "This time, it was not Wen Dalang who invited the Ninth Prince, but me."

Mu Zhi stretched his folding fan in his hand, moved his body forward, and looked at him with his elbow: "I hope to hear it carefully."

The face of Zhang Ru's exiled immortal was so close to him. Murong Zhao's heart jumped and subconsciously leaned back. His face was still as cold as ice and snow, which was daunting, but the more this happened, the stronger the desire to bully him in Mu Zhi's heart.

"Has the Nine Young Master heard about the disaster relief in Tongzhou?" Murong Zhao said in a deep voice.

Mu Zhi shook the fan: "I heard a little. The Wei Changdao, the governor of Tongzhou, has gained a lot of reputation because of this disaster relief."

"What people see in the eyes of the world are always just flowers like brocade, and the filth behind them. With the wisdom of the Ninth Prince, have you never thought about it?"

Mu Zhi smiled indifferently: "So what?" He said softly: "Your Highness knows why I don't want to become an official? The court is the dirtiest place in the world. Even if it is superficial skills, how many people are doing it seriously?"
Chapter completed!