Murong Xitian wiped his face and hands. He had a busy day today, and his clothes and body were covered with dust.
"That's right. When you are in a high position, you should do things for the people." Xia Ziluo was just worried that Murong Xitian's body would not be able to bear it.
But hearing him say this made her feel proud of him.
If other officials were like him, the Splendid Dynasty would definitely become more prosperous and prosperous.
Serving the people?
Murong Xitian's eyes flashed. It seemed that the more he came into contact with Xia Ziluo recently, the more he discovered that Xia Ziluo always said such surprising words inadvertently.
"Waiting for me to eat?" Murong Xitian glanced at the table, "If I had known this, I should have shied away and not come back after eating with other officials."
Although Xia Ziluo was a little disappointed, he shook his head considerately: "Occasionally, you still need to keep in touch with your colleagues. Besides, you always have more time at home than when you are outside, and you are not in a hurry for this moment."
Her thoughtfulness made his heart warm.
The doubts he had just forgotten were forgotten by him: "Then you eat, and I will accompany you and sit and drink tea."
"Okay." She smiled broadly and poured him hot tea before sitting down to eat.
As for him, sitting next to me, he suddenly felt that life like this was not bad.
It's light, without any climax, but it makes people feel at peace and full of happiness.
After a while, after finishing the meal, Xia Ziluo asked someone to put away the bowls and chopsticks, and brought the tea and fruits after the meal.
Murong Xitian had already stood up and walked to the desk to sit down. He came back after a busy day and the pile of memorials was as high as a hill.
He immediately picked up his pen and began to read the memorial.
Xia Ziluo didn't bother him, just picked up the orange, peeled it off, and handed it to him: "Eat an orange to relieve cough and moisturize the lungs."
"Okay." Murong Xitian smiled faintly, took the orange, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, which tasted a little sweet from the sourness.
Once it's eaten, all that's left in your mouth is a hint of sweetness.
After Xia Ziluo watched him eat an orange, he picked another one for himself. Then, while eating, he curiously watched him review the memorial.
It seemed that, apart from the agreement we made last time, this was the first time I saw words other than his name.
The brush strokes, including turning the pen, putting down the pen, moving quickly, hiding the edge, etc., are all done in one go, vividly displaying the nine movements of calligraphy. And his characters are straight and majestic, with power penetrating the back of the paper.
Xia Ziluo looked a little crazy.
After a while, Murong Xitian noticed that her eyes were focused on one place, as if she was very interested in the memorial in his hand.
"Want to see it?" He raised the memorial in his hand.
Xia Ziluo suddenly came to his senses. He wanted to shake his head, but suddenly realized that if he refused, wouldn't it mean that she was reading his words and that he was his person?
No, she didn't want him to know her feelings.
How can we continue to get along with each other like that? She doesn't want to destroy the relationship between the two of them that has finally improved. She just wants to maintain the status quo.
"Well, is that okay?" Xia Ziluo followed his words and answered.
Sure enough, is this the purpose?
Murong Xitian's body instantly became stiff, and the temperature of his voice dropped unconsciously: "Okay."
Xia Ziluo didn't notice Murong Xitian's change, so he picked up a piece of memorial and folded it to read.
She just wanted to cover up her behavior of staring at people, but she didn't expect to look in at random.
The more he looked at her, the angrier he became. In the blink of an eye, his eyebrows twisted into knots. Murong Xitian wiped his face and then his hands. It was a busy day today, and his clothes and body were covered with dust.
"That's right. When you are in a high position, you should do things for the people." Xia Ziluo was just worried that Murong Xitian's body would not be able to bear it.
But hearing him say this made her feel proud of him.
If other officials were like him, the Splendid Dynasty would definitely become more prosperous and prosperous.
Serving the people?
Murong Xitian's eyes flashed. It seemed that the more he came into contact with Xia Ziluo recently, the more he discovered that Xia Ziluo always said such surprising words inadvertently.
"Waiting for me to eat?" Murong Xitian glanced at the table, "If I had known this, I should have shied away and not come back after eating with other officials."
Although Xia Ziluo was a little disappointed, he shook his head considerately: "Occasionally, you still need to keep in touch with your colleagues. Besides, you always have more time at home than when you are outside, and you are not in a hurry for this moment."
Her thoughtfulness made his heart warm.
The doubts he had just forgotten were forgotten by him: "Then you eat, and I will accompany you and sit and drink tea."
"Okay." She smiled broadly and poured him hot tea before sitting down to eat.
As for him, sitting next to me, he suddenly felt that life like this was not bad.
It's light, without any climax, but it makes people feel at peace and full of happiness.
After a while, after finishing the meal, Xia Ziluo asked someone to put away the bowls and chopsticks, and brought the tea and fruits after the meal.
Murong Xitian had already stood up and walked to the desk to sit down. He came back after a busy day and the pile of memorials was as high as a hill.
He immediately picked up his pen and began to read the memorial.
Xia Ziluo didn't bother him, just picked up the orange, peeled it off, and handed it to him: "Eat an orange to relieve cough and moisturize the lungs."
"Okay." Murong Xitian smiled faintly, took the orange, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth, which tasted a little sweet from the sourness.
Once it's eaten, all that's left in your mouth is a hint of sweetness.
After Xia Ziluo watched him eat an orange, he picked another one for himself. Then, while eating, he curiously watched him review the memorial.
It seemed that, apart from the agreement we made last time, this was the first time I saw words other than his name.
The brush strokes, including turning the pen, putting down the pen, moving quickly, hiding the edge, etc., are all done in one go, vividly displaying the nine movements of calligraphy. And his characters are straight and majestic, with power penetrating the back of the paper.
Xia Ziluo looked a little crazy.
After a while, Murong Xitian noticed that her eyes were focused on one place, as if she was very interested in the memorial in his hand.
"Want to see it?" He raised the memorial in his hand.
Xia Ziluo suddenly came to his senses. He wanted to shake his head, but suddenly realized that if he refused, wouldn't it mean that she was reading his words and that he was his person?
No, she didn't want him to know her feelings.
How can we continue to get along with each other like that? She doesn't want to destroy the relationship between the two of them that has finally improved. She just wants to maintain the status quo.
"Well, is that okay?" Xia Ziluo followed his words and answered.
Sure enough, is this the purpose?
Murong Xitian's body instantly became stiff, and the temperature of his voice dropped unconsciously: "Okay."
Xia Ziluo didn't notice Murong Xitian's change, so he picked up a piece of memorial and folded it to read.
She just wanted to cover up her behavior of staring at people, but she didn't expect to look in at random.
And the more he looked at her, the angrier he became, and his eyebrows twisted into knots in a blink of an eye.
