Quick Wear: Crazy Fox Calm Tree

Mu Qing had previously suspected that Zi Jin's body had not recovered or his cultivation was not good enough, but in the end, his suspicion was proven wrong. Zi Jin's body was healthy and his injuries had long since healed. He had enough cultivation to transform, but he just didn't want to.

Looking at the cute little fox in his arms, Mu Qing shook his head helplessly. Forget it, it doesn't matter whether he can transform into a human form or not, at least he can protect him.

If he wanted, it would be nice to be a little fox in this life, since he had raised one before.

Mu Qing looked at Zi Jin with tenderness in his eyes.

Zijin looked into Mu Qing's eyes, rubbed his head against Mu Qing's chest, and made cute whimpering sounds. Mu Qing was so cute that he almost lost his mind. He picked up the coquettish little fox in his arms and kissed his fox head.

Looking at the little fox's big eyes, Mu Qing curled his lips slightly, then opened his mouth wide and bit off half of the little fox's head. This sudden action made Zi Jin, the fox, stunned. When he came to his senses, he immediately used his claws to push Mu Qing.

But the soft, nailless fox paw was just a toy to Mu Qing, who kept kneading it in his hand. He pressed his palm and four white nails appeared, and the fox paw disappeared again when he released his hand.

Mu Qing was having a lot of fun. Zi Jin got annoyed after being pressed for a while, so he stretched out his claws and scratched Mu Qing, but of course he didn't stretch out his nails.

Mu Qing knew when to stop. Seeing that Zi Jin was angry, he put down his claws and carried him back to his study.

"The teacher has given us homework. Will you stay with me to do it? Or do you want to go out and play for a while?" Mu Qing pointed at the books on the table.

The little fox jumped onto the chair and looked at Mu Qing obediently, apparently intending to stay.

Seeing this, Mu Qing held the little fox and began to read. While reading, he taught the little fox some simple words. The little fox listened with great interest. From time to time, he would point to a word in the book and look at Mu Qing seriously, as if he was very eager to learn.

Mu Qing was very happy about this. Seeing that the little fox was so eager to learn, he taught more seriously and even found some enlightenment books for him to read slowly on his own.

So in the study, Mu Qing was doing his homework seriously, while the little fox beside him was lying on a chair with a copy of "The Rules of Being a Good Pupil and Child" in front of him. He was reading it seriously, and his fingers were turning a page from time to time.

As the lights came on, Mu Qing put down the paper and pen in his hand, rubbed his wrist, and then looked at the little fox beside him, and found that he had fallen asleep and was snoring softly. The "Disciples' Rules" was pressed under him and was a little wrinkled at this moment.

Mu Qing carefully picked up the little fox, and when he saw that he was about to wake up, he gently touched him twice, and the little fox fell asleep again. After carrying the little fox to the bed, Mu Qing returned to the study, picked up the "Disciples' Rules" on the chair, and smoothed out the indentation on it.

I thought helplessly in my heart, it’s a good thing that the little fox doesn’t drool when he sleeps, otherwise I would have to take the book out to air tomorrow.

"Master, wash your hands. The meal is ready. Do you want to eat here or go to the front?" Ping'an walked in from outside the study holding a basin. Seeing Mu Qing packing up books, he quickly put down the basin and walked over.

"Let's go to the front! Have father and mother eaten?" Mu Qing put down the book in his hand and asked while washing his hands.

"Not yet. The master just came back and it seems something happened." Ping An shook his head and pointed to the calligraphy on the table. "Master, these calligraphy are not the teacher's homework. Do you want to put them away or throw them away?"

"Put them all away! Throw away those paintings in the trash can." Mu Qing wiped his hands and threw the handkerchief back into the basin.

"Okay." Ping An nodded, and suddenly remembered that the pen that Mu Qing often used was a little forked, "Master, your pen is broken, do you want to bring a similar one?"

"No, the teacher has been teaching us to practice other characters recently. Let's change to a bigger brush and bring some rice paper." Mu Qing thought about it and shook his head. Even if the brush was not broken, it should be replaced after a while.

In this case, it would be better to just bring a better one with you so you don’t have to go back and forth.

"Okay, I'll go to the storeroom and take a look. I remember that my uncle gave you a pen two years ago. It seemed to be quite expensive."

"No, the pen my uncle gave me is too expensive. I'll just change it to a lighter one." Mu Qing shook his head. The pen my uncle gave me was good, but it was too expensive. The entire pen was made of green jade, and it was inlaid with black jade and so on. It was worth a fortune. It was fine for private use, but it was a bit too ostentatious to take it out.

"it is good."

As they talked, they walked to the east courtyard. Seeing the maids coming and going, Mu Qing knew that his father should have returned. As expected, as soon as he walked in, he saw his father and mother sitting together and talking, but they looked a little worried.

"Dad, Mom." Mu Qing bowed respectfully.

"Qing'er is here, please sit down! The meal is ready." Mu's mother looked at Mu Qing lovingly. Seeing him coming, she smiled more.

The same was true for Mu's father standing by. Looking at his son growing taller and stronger, Mu's father's face was full of pride.

His son is so good-looking, let's see who dares to gossip and say that his son is a short-lived ghost.

A group of men don't talk about state affairs or business all day long, but just stare at his son. They really have nothing to do, and they deserve to be dismissed from office one by one.