As soon as he asked, Murong Zhao regretted it. What kind of answer did he hope to get? What secrets did the matter in the palace? This ninth young master didn't know everything, so how could he rely on his understanding? Moreover, what does other people's evaluation have to do with him!

Mu Zhi was not angry when the casual compliment caused such a fierce question. He sat up straight, folded his fan and supported his face, unable to see clearly.

After a long time, Murong Zhao suppressed his disappointment for some reason and the atmosphere in the car became more and more condensed, Mu Zhi suddenly spoke, his emotions were inexplicably low: "No, in fact, I hope..." After a pause, he calmed down and turned to reveal his usual chuckling, "Mu Zhi didn't know what happened in the palace. His Highness who only believed that he was willing to run around for Tongzhou was definitely not an ungrateful, cold-blooded and ruthless person."

Murong Zhao was stunned and a warm feeling rose in his heart. For some reason, after being recognized and understood by this person, he felt a little sweet in his heart.

Perhaps it is because - no matter what the motive is, Xie Jiulang's different attitude towards him actually had a little impact in his heart? Whether it is the openness on the attic in the palace, the familiarity under the cliff, or the casualness now, the eyes that always have affectionate and smiling eyes, the gaze of him vaguely reveals the indescribable familiarity and closeness.

So much so that when the strategists worriedly said last night that Xie Jiulang and Jian Ao were unruly and never bought anyone's face. It might be difficult to ask for help. Murong Zhao's subconscious mind was already a bit confident that he would agree.

Without caring about Xie Mu's previous pause, Murong Zhao casually said: "The Ninth Young Master is very capable of coaxing people."

Mu Zhi raised his eyebrows and there was a bit of frivolity in his smile, but this frivolity seemed indescribably charming on his delicate face. He leaned back lazily, his wide sleeves hung on the ground, and his tone was lazy: "I never coax people, but I just coaxed beauty."

Murong Zhao paused and suddenly realized that the conversation just now seemed like a playboy teasing a good woman. He looked at the man opposite him coldly, but he couldn't get angry, and his ears were quietly red again.

Outside the curtain of the car, the groom let out a "whip" and stopped outside the Yong Prince's Mansion.

Murong Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, Ruyu's face became more and more serious. The outward aura made the servants of Prince Yong's mansion avoid it immediately when they saw it from afar.

Oh, although the young master beside His Highness has a remarkable temperament, His Highness's aura is so scary.

Mr. Zheng saw such a scene outside the study. His highness looked cold and even more stern than usual. Young Master Xie Jiu next to him smiled without any influence. He was full of romantic style and a strange atmosphere surged between the two.

"Your Highness," he thought to himself. Mr. Zheng did not show any sign of his face. He first stepped forward to salute Murong Zhao, and then greeted Mu Zhi enthusiastically. "Thank you, Master Jiu! I have heard of Daming for a long time. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation!"

Murong Zhao briefly introduced: "This is Mr. Zheng, my king's aide, and he is just like the science of science and calculation. If the Ninth Prince needs it, he can be sent at any time."

Mu Zhi nodded with a smile. The few went to the study room and sat down according to the main and second.

Mu Zhi casually glanced around and his eyes stopped on a string of wind chimes in front of the window. The string of wind chimes looked very old and the materials used were not expensive, but because of their unique style and a bit cute.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like something that matches Murong Zhao, but it looks like something that belongs to a little girl.

"I didn't expect that Your Highness likes something like this."

Murong Zhao glanced at him, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously stroked the wrist of his left hand: "This is the relic of an old friend of this king." His voice was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and it was indescribable softness.

Mu Zhi was slightly stunned and fell into memories.

When he first arrived in this world, he once recognized a sister in the palace. The simple-dressed and skinny little girl, she looked like she was used to being treated harshly since she was a child, looking pitiful. Seeing the snacks in his hand, she obviously wanted to eat them, but she stubbornly pursed her lips. She didn't know that the watery phoenix eyes had already shown her desire to be fully visible.

He was lost at the time, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he sat slowly on the tree to tease the girl. Finally, he successfully used a piece of snack and an innocent smile to coax the girl into the tree.

The little girl realized that she was afraid when she came up, so she didn't dare to bow her head and hugged his arm tightly. She was obviously as alert as a little wild wolf at first, but she showed her trusting eyes in a few hours, as if she had finally found her master and was confident that she could touch her belly.

Mu Zhi once joked and touched her head. Someone had tied the braids on the child, which was messy and like a chicken coop. The girl unexpectedly did not show any resistance. She just froze for a moment and continued to look at him obediently, with her wet eyes full of dependence.

In this way, Mu Zhi picked up a child with a piece of snack. Even though this little girl was dressed in a mess, her facial features could be seen to be pretty, and she would be a beauty in the future. Unfortunately, no one loved her and loved her. She was really pitiful.

Little Dear Little held his arm tightly when Mu Zhi was about to leave. It was obvious that he was not strong enough and it was easy to break away, but those phoenix eyes looked straight at Mu Zhi, tears were rolling in his eyes, and his expression was like a puppy about to be abandoned, and he looked more and more pitiful. If he didn't know, he thought that someone bullied her.

Mu Zhi just whispered, saying that he was working in the imperial kitchen and that he would be scolded by the master if he didn't go back. He also promised that he would come here to find her whenever he had time and bring her some snacks, so that he could get out smoothly.

After that, Mu Zhi did not forget his promise. Every time he entered the palace, he would go under the tree to take a look when the emperor was talking about the government affairs with his father. He originally thought that the time he entered the palace was uncertain, and it was normal that he could not see people, but he didn't expect that every time the child was there, his eyes would be bright as if he was glowing when he saw him.

Over time, Mu Zhi really felt a little soft-hearted. Once, he smiled and coaxed her: "Is it good to be my sister?" He thought about asking his aunt, Emperor Xie Concubine Xie, to help him take her out of the palace and keep her in the mansion, and find her a good family in the future. In this way, even if he leaves, she can guarantee her happiness for life.

The child didn't know what he thought, but just buried his head in his arms and didn't say anything. Mu Zhi didn't care and took out a string of wind chimes from his arms. Although the materials were ordinary, they were cute and cute, and they were very suitable for the little girl to play with. He took it carefully and took it. He put it in her hand and smiled: "Do you like it?"

The wind chime made a pleasant sound. The little girl stared at it blankly, as if she had seen such a thing for the first time, her eyes never blinked. Mu Zhi chuckled, took her hand, and took her to touch the pattern on it. The end of the wind chime was engraved with a small word "Fu", which was not conspicuous, but he carved it on it with his own hands.

"Be good." Mu Zhi smiled and touched her head. Everything was so beautiful in the sun.

Now, everything has changed.

Mu Zhi withdrew his gaze. He smiled carelessly: "Your Highness has already said the specific situation. If Your Highness can trust me, he will arrange a quiet room for me and it will be possible to start now."

Murong Zhao nodded: "There is a small room behind this study, all the items are available. I ordered someone to clean one or two, and the Ninth Master can check the account book first. Time is tight, and I have to work hard."

...

In a blink of an eye, five days have passed.

During these five days, Murong Zhao saw the other side of Xie Muzhi.

The account books brought by Qingyi scholars are one box after another, but I don’t know how many of them can be. However, the accounting methods of each book are the same profound and difficult to understand. Ordinary people feel dizzy when they look at it.

In a short period of time, it seemed like an impossible task to finish it. However, Xie Muzhi performed very easily, which made Mr. Zheng and others confident. Only Murong Zhao saw it. Under this ease, this person was extremely serious and energetic.

I sleep less than three hours a day, except for eating, washing and washing, sitting in front of the table, the paper of calculations is one foot high.

He couldn't tell what he was in. If the bystander could see it, he could already feel indescribable when he looked at the man. In just a few days, things had come to light, but he couldn't control his heart.

It was another late night this day.

Murong Zhao approached the room, and the room was brightly lit, and he could see Mu Zhi sitting in the middle at a glance.

This romantic young man who was unruly in the past buried his head in the book, holding his pen, and his eyes were filled with deep tiredness. Seeing that it was him, he blinked and subconsciously showed a smile. It is hard to describe what kind of smile it was, without pretentiousness, and beautiful so much that it makes people tremble in their hearts.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world had become a foil.
Chapter completed!