I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

After Li Mu and the other man watched Li Ling'er leave, they looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

At this moment, the brothers with different fathers and mothers had an unspoken understanding.

"Second brother, shall I take these poems to the great scholar Mu Zhen tomorrow?"

Li Mu shook his head and said:

"No, poetry is more about catering to the tastes of the audience."

Li Mu still felt that it would be better if the poems recorded in the Book of Songs were not published for the time being.

Then he waved to Li Wu to put his ear close to his.

"Hold fast to the green mountain, and never let go. The roots are in the broken rock..."

After finishing the four lines of poetry, Li Mu patted Li Wu's shoulder and supported himself on the dining table with one hand.

"Recite it now, and then go find Ling'er after you're done."

Then he saw Li Wu staring at him blankly, without moving for a long time.

"You didn't remember a single word."

Li Mu frowned and thought,

"This brat is a bit unreliable. Didn't Ling'er say that his fourth brother is a child prodigy? Is that it?"

"No, no, I've got it all down."

Li Wu came back to his senses when he saw Li Mu's unfriendly look. He was just a little shocked by his second brother.

Hearing Li Mu's urging, he hurriedly explained and then recited it to Li Mu word for word.

After listening, Li Muxin gave Li Wu an appreciative look and turned to walk out of the house.

"Dress smarter tomorrow and don't lose face for the palace."

Li Wu looked at Li Mu's back as he left. He couldn't calm down for a long time. He felt that this second brother, whom he had never met before, was particularly kind.

Then his childish face fell again, and he felt a little uneasy when he thought of what Li Ling'er said when she left.

A moment later, outside Li Linger's study.

Li Wu struggled for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Li Linger's cold voice came from inside the room.

Then, Li Wu pushed the door open and walked in. He felt even more nervous and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Third sister, you came to me."

Walking up to her and looking at the expressionless Li Ling'er, Li Wu asked with a little trepidation.

"What do you think of your second brother's poetry?"

Li Linger didn't dare to look up and continued to look at the bamboo slips in her hand with a light tone.

"good, very good!"

Li Wu said subconsciously. Li Wu highly recognized Li Mu's talent. It can be said that he has never seen anyone with more poetic talent than his second brother.

"you sure!"

Li Linger suddenly looked up and stared at Li Wu with her eyes.

"No, no, not sure."

Seeing this, Li Wu quickly changed his words and thought,

"Third sister must feel that I lost face at the dinner table just now. Second brother is sorry. A wise man knows how to handle the current situation. You must understand me."

At this time, Li Wu was only thinking about not being punished by Li Ling'er, and his literary and artistic character had long been thrown aside.

"Write down all the poems you just wrote."

Li Linger gestured to the table next to her with her eyes, then continued to pretend to read with her head down, without saying anything else.

Upon hearing this, Li Wu felt as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly wrote down all the poems he had memorized, except for the last one, "Bamboo and Rocks".

After a while, Li Ling'er looked at the bamboo slips filled with poems in front of her with a complicated expression, lost in thought.

"Third sister, if you're all right, I'll go back to review my lessons."

Li Wu saw that there was nothing left for him to do, so he left a few words and fled out of the study.

Li Ling'er ignored Li Wu's escape and looked at the bamboo slips in front of her, thinking,

"That day in the carriage, this guy pretended to be illiterate, "Jian Jia"."

"Ah!"

While thinking, Li Linger sneered.

He raised his hand, picked up a blank bamboo slip, and started writing.

after a while.

Li Linger threw the pen on the desk with force, raised her head, stretched her body, and called the maid outside the door.

"Send this letter to the Lu family in Jing'an City."

. . . . . .

In the small courtyard where Li Mu lived.

After taking the medicinal bath, Li Mu lay on the bed refreshed, resting his head on his hands and staring at the ceiling.

"This medicinal bath can't be fake, right? Apart from washing away the stinky sweat, there's nothing special about it."

Li Mu felt the results of his not very hard work in the past few days.

Then he turned around and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I almost forgot about you."

Then he grabbed the bamboo slips that had been placed on the bedside, sat up, and thought to himself with some self-mockery,

"Come and tell me about tomorrow's events."

Then he crossed his legs and placed his hands on his legs, as if he was about to perform a ritual.

He silently thought about the contents of the bamboo slips and tapped his knees rhythmically with his right middle finger.

Just when Li Mu was at a loss and ready to give up, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

The scenery in the picture is very blurry, like a mosaic in a movie before the time travel.

An old man whose face could not be seen was sitting in a wheelchair.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him with a big laugh, then he took out a bamboo slip from his arms and handed it to the young man.

Then, there was a buzzing in my head, and the picture disappeared, turning into pure white.

"Whirring whirring."

Li Mu held the bedside with one weak hand, breathing heavily, his hair and clothes wet with sweat.

"Oh my god, so this is how the images in my mind came about. But I shouldn't have been this tired after seeing the images before."

Li Wu carefully felt his condition and found that he was not injured. In one word, he was hungry.

"But this content is obviously not as detailed as the passive footage. Who is that old man? The young man should be Li Wu. And what about the wheelchair?"

Li Mu was sorting out the content he had seen before with a confused look on his face.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

On the side, Xiao Zhao, who was doing needlework under candlelight, saw Li Mu's situation and hurried forward to ask.

"I'm fine, go find me something to eat."

"Okay, sir!"

Xiao Zhao suppressed the doubts in her heart, wondering why her young master suddenly wanted to eat.

After agreeing, he turned and ran out the door.

"and many more."

At this time, Li Mu suddenly called Xiao Zhao, and after thinking for a while, he hurriedly spoke:

"Be prepared. The more the better."

"Um"

Xiao Zhao, who had already run to the door, heard Li Mu's words, hummed lightly, and closed the door.

Shortly after,

Li Mu gobbled up the fruits and snacks in front of him, and gulped down a few gulps of tea before stopping.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Li Mu looked up at Xiao Zhao who was staring at him in amazement, and said with a sly smile,

"What color is Xiao Zhao's bellyband today?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao's face immediately turned red. She lowered her head in embarrassment and remained silent, struggling internally.

Li Mu, who was watching this scene, did not continue to appreciate the girl's shyness, but slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, after repeated inner struggles, Xiao Zhao gently placed his hand on the button on his chest, not knowing whether he was nervous, afraid, or expectant.

"Okay, that was just teasing. Now get dressed."

Xiao Zhao, whose shoulders were half exposed, was stunned at first when she heard the words. The shyness on her face faded a little, and she felt slightly relieved but also a little disappointed.

At this moment, Li Mu had no time to pay attention to the girl's thoughts. His eyes were shining and he was excited.

"It works."