Ergou left with the money. Li Mu looked at the two generals of Hum and Ha at the door and said, "You two are going to have a walk, too?"

Dugu Jiu didn't react and said, "Brother, I'll just stand here, you'll talk to you."

Li Mu coughed.

Li Chongyi reached out and grabbed Dugu Jiu's neck collar and took him out. Li Mu stretched out his neck and shouted, "Remember to buy two kilograms of candied fruit, Zhien wants to eat it."

"oh!"

Li Chongyi replied hard, buying things for Li Zhien was always not that happy.

The light bulb was sent away, Li Mu closed the door, turned around and hugged Wang Ou. Wang Ou glanced at Li Mu and reached out to hug him. Li Mu pouted and wanted to kiss him, but Wang Ou reached out to block him.

"What are you doing?" Li Mu showed displeasure. Wang Ou quickly touched his lips and coaxed him: "Lang, this place is not our own place after all. It is crowded and eyes are mixed, so it will be bad if you see it. If you want to get close to me, let's change the place."

“A different place?”

Li Mu thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible to change a place, but there's no suitable place."

Wang Ou reached out and pointed to the courtyard next to him, saying, "Lang, how do you think there?"

"This house is pretty good, but if I remember correctly, there should be someone here. Why, you bought it?"

Wang Ou nodded and said, "This house was originally given to Duke Lai by Your Majesty. But Duke Lai has never lived in it and is just vacant. Now Duke Lai is seriously ill, so he sold the house. When I heard the news, I bought it through the intermediary."

Li Mu said in confusion: "Why did Duke Lai sell his house when he was seriously ill? Does he have no money to see a doctor?"

Wang Ou said: "Lang, Duke Lai received the emperor's kindness and had no money to receive any rewards. How could he have no money to see a doctor? In this way, if Duke Lai died of illness, according to the system, his eldest son would inherit the title, but he had to be mourned for three years before he could become an official. Selling the excess mansion, on the one hand, reduce expenses, and on the other hand, because Du Xiang died, the power of Duke Lai's lineage would be greatly damaged. Such a good house cannot be coveted. It is better to have less trouble than to have more things. If you sell it early, you can save your worries."

Li Mu did not doubt that he had him. Now the houses in Chang'an are not very nervous. Many houses, like those living in Guangdefang, are vacant. This is related to the turmoil at the end of the Sui Dynasty. Although more than ten years have passed, the city of Chang'an is not as prosperous as one-third of the time of Emperor Wen of Sui Dynasty, and the population is not as large as that of that time, so it is naturally much idle.

Sometimes Li Shimin wanted to reward ministers, but when he had no money, he would find out where there was an open space and give him a few houses. This kind of reward was usually not very popular among the people who received the reward. Because most of these houses have not lived in for more than ten years, and now if you want to live in, you have to repair them. This is all money!

The house that Wang Ou bought had to be repaired if he wanted to move in. This matter was very simple. Li Mu said hello to the Ministry of Works and asked Yuwengui to send a team of people over. Anyway, the craftsmen in the Ministry of Works are all idle now.

I have to say that Wang Ou does choose a place.

Li Mu would come to the Heavenly World to sit when he had nothing to do, so no one would find it strange when he appeared here. In the future, Li Mu only had to enter the Heavenly World from the main gate, and then he could go to Wang Ou's house from the side gate. He would stay as long as he wanted, and would come out as soon as he wanted. Others would only think that Li Mu was in the Heavenly World.

The more Li Mu thought about it, he became happier and kissed Wang Ou. He took out the perfume and soap specially prepared for Wang Ou from his arms and explained it to her. Wang Ou quickly applied a little perfume on his wrist as Li Mu taught him, and sniffed it gently. It was the fragrance of peony flowers, and he loved it very much.

But thinking that these two treasures were invented by Li Mu to open a shop for Bai Qiaoqiao, he felt a little more enjoyable.

Li Mu noticed the change in her expression and thought to himself that women are women, and women are jealous. Even if she knows that there is no need to drink this jealousy, she still wants to smell it.

"Are you angry?"

Wang Ou shook her head, twisted her body, and said, "I am just an outer room of the Marquis. Isn't that right to be angry? I'm just envious. I guess this kind of thought will not be spent on me."

"Oh," Li Mu teased, "I just called him "Mr." and was so intimate, but now I have become a 'marquis' again. Isn't this angry?"

Wang Ou was still stubborn and said, "No."

"How could I forget you?" Li Mu took out another thing from his arms, which was a folded piece of paper. This piece of paper was a sketch drawn by Li Mu. Li Mu handed over the sketch and said, "I remember you have a silk shop, and this one is just right for you."

"What?" Wang Ou took it curiously, unfolded the paper and looked at it. He immediately blushed and threw it on the table, and said angrily: "What is this? It's so embarrassing."

"This is called a new bellyband." Li Mu reached out and pointed the picture on the paper and explained to Wang Ou: "Look here, there are two straps. Its function is to lift the woman's breasts and make the woman's curves more delicate and orderly. It is a blessing for a flat-breasted girl and a weapon for married young women..."

Wang Ou's face was flushed with shame and said, "What are you talking about? Stop talking about it."

Li Mu had to stop. He looked at Wang Ou, suddenly leaned into her ear and said, "No matter whether you make it or not, you can sell it as a goods...you should make one and put it on first, let me see?"

"Hmph," Wang Ou gave Li Mu a blank look, and did not say he agreed, but did not say he would not agree.

Li Mu laughed and stopped making fun of it. He picked up the pen on the table, unfolded a piece of rice paper, and started writing.

Wang Ou folded Li Mu's sketch and put it away. Seeing that Li Mu's pen was flying, he came over to take a look. Li Mu's handwriting was still terrible. However, it was not as good as not recognizing it. At first, Wang Ou only thought Li Mu was writing an advertising slogan, but after looking at it for a while, the expression on his face became serious.

Li Mu was actually writing an article.

In this era, writing articles is a big event. The composition here refers to writing "argumental essays". It is not a novel, it is telling a story, nor is it a poem, expressing emotions. An article explains the truth and solves the problem of "why".

The so-called words of saints are like this. The articles that need to be taken in the imperial examination are also like this, which is called "strategy theory".

The key point is to discuss words!

This article written by Li Mu discusses the way of being a teacher.

I saw Li Mu slowly write: No noble or lowly, no long or little, where the Tao exists, where the teacher exists...

Wang Ou looked at the words in Li Mu's pen, looked up at him again, and his heartbeat began to speed up again.

Li Mu's poems have captured her heart. Now she has discovered that Li Mu's articles are doing so well. She was worried that Li Mu would suffer a loss when the imperial examination policy theory was taken. Now it seems that genius is a genius. Not only is it done well, but this policy theory is also unattainable. Just this sentence, looking at the world, no one can reach it.

Wang Ou looked at Li Mu's eyes becoming more and more gentle. Without Li Mu's instructions, she consciously helped him grind ink. Li Mu looked at her and said nothing. He finally understood why the ancients regarded "Red Sleeve and Flavor" as a joy in life. When he worked hard, there was a person who was not serving him. This feeling was really not too good.

Suddenly thinking about what he ordered Ergou to do, Li Mu's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

The time is almost done, and the bullshit censor named Lu Zhilin should also be paid from the censor.

Soon, he will also enjoy the fun of "Tianxiang".

The night fragrance is also fragrant!

Although Lu Zhilin failed to defeat Li Mu today, he was not disappointed. Because he dared to participate in Li Mu's incident, he had already made the limelight in the Censorate. Moreover, because Wei Zheng did not stand up for support, the Censors who were from Shandong gentry in the Censorate had complaints about Wei Zheng. He believed that he only cared about personal affairs and was indifferent to the righteousness. When he was on duty in the afternoon, many people had already come to Lu Zhilin and expressed his admiration for his bravery. Nicely, Lu Zhilin was the most popular figure in the Censorate, besides Wei Zheng, the censor.

If this continues, when the Ministry of Personnel was taking the exam for meritorious results in the New Year, he, the Censor, might have moved upwards. Since the Censor General Zhao Qing impeached Li Mu and was exiled to Lingnan, there was one Censor General missing from the Censor General General. Lu Zhilin didn't dare to think about it, but now it seems that he can think about it.

The wheel of the carriage was pressed against the bluestone road and made a creaking sound. It was about to arrive at the door of the house. Suddenly the carriage was moving slowed down. Lu Zhilin frowned and asked the coachman: "Why did it slow down?"

"If you want to go back to the master, there is a car that transports Yexiang in front of you."

"Yexiang Car?"

Yexiang is both "feces". In ancient times, wooden barrels were used to fill the feces, which needed to be emptied after filling. Therefore, there were special people collecting feces from toilets in each household in the middle of the night. Because it was done at night, the feces smelled, so it was called Yexiang.

Lu Zhilin lifted the curtain open and looked out. Sure enough, there was a Yexiang car in front of him.

Lu Zhilin quickly covered his nose with his sleeve. He had a minor problem and loved to be clean. And he was not the same as he loved to be clean. Usually, he had to bring two sets of clothes, wear court clothes at the court and change another set at the court. If he had sweaty on his body, he would still wear sweat-soaked clothes? He would have to throw them away!

How could Lu Zhilin stand a manure truck coming towards him?

"What's going on with this Yexiang car? Yexiang Yexiang must be at night. It's not dark yet, why... leave quickly and hide from it."

The coachman responded and drove the carriage to the right.
Chapter completed!