Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

A voice like the sound of nature rang out: "I heard that there are some things you don't understand? Come and take a look."

If it’s not Mr. Mu, then who else could it be?

The two men walked awkwardly to both sides of them and sat down.

Qiao Mu plucked the strings of his zither while jokingly saying, "Yes, if you have any questions, ask Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu is at the mansion every day."

He Ru complained softly: "Shut up."

Mr. Mu ignored their "quiet" quarrel and reminded them again: "What don't you understand?"

He Ru: "Well, we forgot to bring the music score. Let's go back and get it now."

He gave Song Yue a wink, and they both stood up at the same time.

Mr. Mu did not stop him, but just picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Qiao Mu looked like he was enjoying the show, and that smile made people feel uneasy.

But the two decided to leave first.

Just one step away from getting out of here.

A devilish voice sounded from behind: "I've got it for you, come here."

The two suspected he did it on purpose, but had no evidence.

How should I put it? Having Mr. Mu explain the music score to them is like a teacher giving a lecture, but it is easy for them to get distracted and not listen much.

But he saw that the two of them had nothing to do all day, so he had to find something for them to do.

He didn't understand. It was clearly their own choice, so why did they learn it for three days and then stop?

Avoiding myself every day is like avoiding the plague.

The two were forced to go back and listen to the boring "class".

The piano music stopped at some point, and it was not until Qiao Mu's head completely slipped off the back of his hand that Mr. Mu realized that he had fallen asleep.

However, in the blink of an eye, the two people who seemed to be listening with great interest just now also had their eyes half-closed. They looked like they had stolen chickens from all the chicken coops in the capital the night before.

Mr. Mu's face under the mask was full of confusion and anger. Could it be that what he said was really so boring?

It's impossible to explain it.

He didn't believe it, and he thought he would tell them again next time until they fell asleep.

It must be because they didn't take a nap. After all, the noise they made this afternoon was so loud that not only did it disturb the entire palace, but even the people around them were disturbed.

She moved the piano from in front of Qiao Mu to in front of herself and played the music according to the music she taught them.

That's no problem.

It's undoubtedly their own fault.

I have already selected in my mind that I must pick a few songs that are simple and easy to learn, and lower my expectations. If they still can't learn them, who can I blame?

The melodious piano music revealed all his worries, but these worries were not the ones that everyone knew about.

Qiao Mu felt like he was almost dying of depression in his dream.

Finally broke through the siege and woke up.

Even though he suddenly sat up, he was unable to interrupt Mr. Mu's terrible plan.

Qiao Mu thought something was wrong with him again.

Although I couldn't see his face, I could still feel his sadness.

In fact, it was not that he was sad, but the song was like that, and coupled with his absent-mindedness, it naturally seemed particularly sad.

But this sadness was only enough to wake up Qiao Mu, because the other two, in order to fall asleep quickly while he was explaining, did not take a nap and slept very late at night. Now they were so sleepy.

I'm afraid even an earthquake wouldn't wake them up.

Because every time they fell asleep, Mr. Mu would just leave it alone.

Mr. Mu hadn't noticed Qiao Mu yet, but his fingers were cut by the taut strings.

He raised his head in panic, and a drop of blood slipped down and hit the strings, making a faint sound.

Qiao Mu, who had been watching him, stood up.

She held his hand and looked at it again and again as if it were a treasure.

"nothing."

"How come you're okay? You're bleeding."

Mr. Mu was not used to having his hand held and struggled to take it back.

"Nothing really."

"Shh, don't talk, just wait, it's fine."

She took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom, carefully wiped the blood off, and then turned it over to wrap her fingers.

Mr. Mu looked at the twisted handkerchief and could not hide the disgust in his eyes.

Qiao Mu didn't see such an obvious expression, so he grabbed his wrist and walked out.

"Let's go find the court doctor."

Mr. Mu suppressed his discomfort, thinking that he was just so rude and it happened more than once or twice, so why hadn't he gotten used to it yet?

If you don't change after repeated warnings, can you still make things difficult for yourself? Just adapt to it.

He Ru was woken up by Qiao Mu's loud shout: ...

Song Yue: ...

A glance at each other, a tacit smile, everything is said without words.

Qionglou can now ignore the physical contact between the two people.

"what happened again?"

Qiao Mu: It turns out that no one understands me.

"What do you mean 'again'? You seem very reluctant."

Qionglou didn't want to stay here with him and waste time.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Qiao Mu raised Mr. Mu's hand.

"Look at it, it's bleeding. It's no small matter."

Qionglou thought it would be better for him to remain silent.

Pull Mr. Mu's hand.

Mr. Mu's palms were sweating, and he just hoped that this would end quickly.

Qiao Mu clenched her hands tightly, quickly untied the handkerchief, and held Mr. Mu's hand to Qiong Lou.

"Here, take a look."

Qionglou reached out his hand to grab it for a closer look, but Qiaomu considerately turned his hand over, exposing the wound.

The cut was quite deep, and you could see the flesh and blood protruding outwards.

But it's not a big problem and it will heal in a few days. However, the flesh and blood that are exposed outside will be difficult to recover and will leave a scar.

Just a few words of advice like don't touch water, and then give him a bottle of ointment and that's it.

Mr. Mu broke away from Qiao Mu's hand. A gentle breeze blew by, and the coolness of his palm was particularly strong.

Fortunately, Qiao Mu didn't let Qionglou touch his hand.

Qiao Mu also felt the wetness on his palm, but it was much less than before, and it only appeared when he touched Qionglou.

Pleased by this gratifying progress, the corners of his mouth curled up and he looked very happy.

Mr. Mu didn't know what the others were laughing at, but he wouldn't ask because Qiumu would tell him himself.

"Mr. Mu!"

"exist."

"Mr. Mu!"

"Mu Chenggui, Mr. Mu, your name sounds nice."

"And don't you think we're destined to be together? Your last name is Mu, and mine is Qiao Mu. Isn't that a perfect match?"

He took Mr. Mu's hand again and played with it in his hand, which was his usual habit.

"I think we are destined to be together. Otherwise, why would it be me who met you and not someone else? I could have changed my mind at the last minute, but I still met you. It's such a coincidence."

The flash of nervousness across Mr. Mu's face was not caught.

"now that……"

"Your name is Qiao Zhong."

arbor:……

Whatever I was going to say, it doesn’t matter.

"I told you a long time ago that I don't like this name."

"change."

When Qiao Mu heard this satisfactory answer, he slapped Mr. Mu's palm.

"I know that Mr. Mu understands me the best."

"I will tell everyone tomorrow that my name is Qiao Mu, not Qiao Zhong."

Her fingers were circling in Mr. Mu's palm, and the wetness gradually lingered around her fingertips.