Three books and six rites to whiteheads

The son plans to leave his servants, and the book boy meets his mentor for the first time

Lian Yue, the young master of Lianfu, took the book boy Mu Jiu, hid beside the carriage on the side of the road, looked at the silly servant Lian Er in the middle of the road, and laughed.

"Why can't I find it again? I clearly said that I would wait here..." Lian Er looked at the bustling crowd in front of him with a disheartened face, and was ready to go back home to find the master in dejection.

Seeing Lian Er leave, Lian Yue pulled Mu Jiu and jumped into the carriage.

Lian Yue handed over a few copper coins to the coachman: "Take me to Dongcheng."

Mu Jiu took out the small folding fan from nowhere, and knocked on it as soon as Lian Yue sat down: "Speak well."

Lian Yue groaned, and rubbed his head while retorting: "I can't speak well, Ah Jiu, you really look like my mother!"

Mu Jiu put the folding fan aside, picked up the carriage, did not know

Whoever put down the scroll, holding a big scroll in his small arms, looks very strange.

Lian Yue knew that once Mu Jiu started to read, he would stop talking to him. Under normal circumstances, he just stayed quietly and waited for Mu Jiu to finish reading.

But this time he said something wrong, and he didn't know if it was because of Mu Jiu that he went to read the book, so Lian Yue approached Mu Jiu a little uneasy.

Lian Yue lightly touched Mu Jiu's loose sleeve: "Ah Jiu, Jiu Jiu."

But Mu Jiu still had no intention of taking care of Lian Yue, and his fair little face was expressionless, but even so, Lian Yue was stunned. good looking people.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Lian Yue was driven towards Mu Jiu by inertia, but Lian Yue didn't forget to "accidentally" drop the book in Mu Jiu's hand in a split second.

Mu Jiu helped Lian Yue up anxiously, but he didn't care about the scroll that was still like a treasure just now.

Lian Yue himself didn't expect it, because he put in more effort, the fall was a bit hard, his forehead knocked against the edge of the chair, and after being lifted up, he covered his forehead and shrank his whole body.

Mu Jiu carefully took Lian Yue's hand away: "Don't touch it."

Lian Yue blinked, knowing in his heart that Mu Jiu would no longer remember what happened just now, so he obediently put down his hand.

As soon as Lian Yue put down his hand, the wound on his forehead appeared in front of Mu Jiu's eyes. The wound was not serious and did not bleed.

In fact, Lian Yue didn't feel much at all, but he still seized the opportunity and squeezed out some tears: "It hurts..."

But Mu Jiu really thought that Lian Yue was in pain and didn't know what to do, so he bit off a piece of soft cloth with his teeth, and rubbed Lian Yue's forehead carefully: "Don't cry, just rub it and it won't hurt."

Lian Yue's face was still sad, but his heart was already full of laughter, thinking: the head is not broken, the cloth is useless, anyway, it's better not to be angry,

What's wrong with this little injury.

The coachman opened the curtain: "You two young masters, there are too many people in front, the carriage cannot get in."

However, none of the two children in the car responded to him.

Mu Jiu was still concentrating on comforting Lian Yue, and felt that Lian Yue's forehead was getting better, so he led him out of the carriage. The coachman obviously felt Mu Jiu's dissatisfaction, but he didn't know where he offended the child.

Lian Yue lowered his head and let Mu Jiu lead him to walk forward through the gap in the crowd. Mu Jiu just felt uncomfortable being Lian Yue, but he didn't know that Lian Yue had already thought of more things after a while.

Lian Yue understood that the fact that he cheated Mujiu out to buy books was about to be exposed, and he had to behave a little better in order to continue his plan with his master.