Murong Xitian wiped his face and his hands again. Today was a busy day, and his clothes and body were covered with dust.

"That's right, you should do things for the people when you are in a high position." Xia Ziluo was just worried that Murong Xitian's body would not be able to bear it.

But after hearing what he said, she felt proud of him.

If other officials were like him, the Bright Dynasty would definitely become more and more prosperous.

Doing things for the people?

Murong Xitian's eyes lit up. Recently, the more he contacted Xia Ziluo, the more he found that Xia Ziluo always inadvertently said such surprising words.

"Are you waiting for me to have a meal?" Murong Xitian glanced at the table, "If I had known this, I would have shied away and would not come back after dinner with other officials."

Although Xia Ziluo was a little disappointed, he shook his head considerately: "Occasionally, you still have to contact your colleagues. Besides, you always spend more time at home than when you are outside, and you don't rush to do this."

Her considerate made his heart warm.

The doubt just now was also forgotten by him: "Then you eat, I will accompany you, sit and drink tea."

"Okay." She smiled and poured him hot tea before sitting down to have a meal.

As for him, he sat next to him and suddenly felt that such a life was pretty good.

It is faint, without climaxes, but it makes people decide that they are peaceful and full of happiness.

After a while, after dinner, Xia Ziluo asked someone to take away the bowls and chopsticks and brought the tea fruits after the meal.

Murong Xitian had already gotten up and walked to the desk to sit down. He had been busy for a day before he came back, and the memorials were piled up like hills.

He immediately picked up his pen and began to read the memorials.

Xia Ziluo didn't bother him, but just picked up the orange and peeled it and handed it to him: "Eat an orange to relieve cough and moisten the lungs."

"Okay." Murong Xitian smiled faintly, took the orange, opened it and put it into his mouth, making it a little sweet.

When I eat it, I will only have a faint sweetness left in my mouth.

After Xia Ziluo saw that he had eaten an orange, he picked one for himself, and then watched him review the memorials curiously while eating.

It seems that apart from the last time I got that agreement, I saw a word other than his name for the first time.

The brushstrokes are done in one go, from the twist, the strokes, the speed, the hidden tip, etc., showing the nine styles of calligraphy to the fullest. His characters are upright in mind, with a magnificent and magnificent force, and the strength is penetrated through the back of the paper.

Xia Ziluo looked at it and became a little confused.

After a while, Murong Xitian found that her eyes were concentrated in one place, as if she was very interested in the memorial in his hand.

"Want to see?" He raised the memorial in his hand.

Xia Ziluo suddenly came back to his senses. He wanted to shake his head, but suddenly realized that if he refused, wouldn't he say that she was reading his words and his people?

No, she should not be known by him.

How can I continue to get along with each other? She doesn't want to destroy the relationship that the two of them have finally improved. She just wants to maintain the status quo.

"Yes, is that OK?" Xia Ziluo answered as he said.

Sure enough, is this the purpose?

Murong Xitian's body suddenly became stiff, and the temperature of the voice dropped a little: "Yes."

Xia Ziluo did not notice the changes in Murong Xitian, so he picked up a memorial and turned it over.

She just wanted to cover up her behavior of being a fool staring at people, but she didn't expect to take a look at her casually and actually look in.

And the more I looked at her, the more angry she became. In a blink of an eyebrow, her eyebrows were twisted into twists. Murong Xitian wiped her face and hands again. Today is a busy day, and her clothes and body are covered with dust.

"That's right, you should do things for the people when you are in a high position." Xia Ziluo was just worried that Murong Xitian's body would not be able to bear it.

But after hearing what he said, she felt proud of him.

If other officials were like him, the Bright Dynasty would definitely become more and more prosperous.

Doing things for the people?

Murong Xitian's eyes lit up. Recently, the more he contacted Xia Ziluo, the more he found that Xia Ziluo always inadvertently said such surprising words.

"Are you waiting for me to have a meal?" Murong Xitian glanced at the table, "If I had known this, I would have shied away and would not come back after dinner with other officials."

Although Xia Ziluo was a little disappointed, he shook his head considerately: "Occasionally, you still have to contact your colleagues. Besides, you always spend more time at home than when you are outside, and you don't rush to do this."

Her considerate made his heart warm.

The doubt just now was also forgotten by him: "Then you eat, I will accompany you, sit and drink tea."

"Okay." She smiled and poured him hot tea before sitting down to have a meal.

As for him, he sat next to him and suddenly felt that such a life was pretty good.

It is faint, without climaxes, but it makes people decide that they are peaceful and full of happiness.

After a while, after dinner, Xia Ziluo asked someone to take away the bowls and chopsticks and brought the tea fruits after the meal.

Murong Xitian had already gotten up and walked to the desk to sit down. He had been busy for a day before he came back, and the memorials were piled up like hills.

He immediately picked up his pen and began to read the memorials.

Xia Ziluo didn't bother him, but just picked up the orange and peeled it and handed it to him: "Eat an orange to relieve cough and moisten the lungs."

"Okay." Murong Xitian smiled faintly, took the orange, opened it and put it into his mouth, making it a little sweet.

When I eat it, I will only have a faint sweetness left in my mouth.

After Xia Ziluo saw that he had eaten an orange, he picked one for himself, and then watched him review the memorials curiously while eating.

It seems that apart from the last time I got that agreement, I saw a word other than his name for the first time.

The brushstrokes are done in one go, from the twist, the strokes, the speed, the hidden tip, etc., showing the nine styles of calligraphy to the fullest. His characters are upright in mind, with a magnificent and magnificent force, and the strength is penetrated through the back of the paper.

Xia Ziluo looked at it and became a little confused.

After a while, Murong Xitian found that her eyes were concentrated in one place, as if she was very interested in the memorial in his hand.

"Want to see?" He raised the memorial in his hand.

Xia Ziluo suddenly came back to his senses. He wanted to shake his head, but suddenly realized that if he refused, wouldn't he say that she was reading his words and his people?

No, she should not be known by him.

How can I continue to get along with each other? She doesn't want to destroy the relationship that the two of them have finally improved. She just wants to maintain the status quo.

"Yes, is that OK?" Xia Ziluo answered as he said.

Sure enough, is this the purpose?

Murong Xitian's body suddenly became stiff, and the temperature of the voice dropped a little: "Yes."

Xia Ziluo did not notice the changes in Murong Xitian, so he picked up a memorial and turned it over.

She just wanted to cover up her behavior of being a fool staring at people, but she didn't expect to take a look at her casually and actually look in.
Chapter completed!