Qin Wuyan flipped through it casually, looking at the rows of beautiful and elegant handwriting on the thread-bound book, even he had to admit that Min Rui's handwriting was really like his own.
Gentle yet sharp, like a clear and agile gentleman.
Qin Wuyan's fingernails turned white as he pinched the book.
The building guard took out a few more books and handed them to Qin Wuyan: "These books are the management methods written down by our young master with painstaking efforts. They are used to restrain the people below and restrain ourselves. They are books written by our young master himself. , would you like to see it too?"
Qin Wuyan raised his hand to take it, and asked, "Is there any more?"
"There are some." The building guard pointed to a row of books on the cabinet: "These are all written by our young master himself, and they are said to be specially written for the descendants of the Min family."
Qin Wuyan nodded, raised his finger and pointed: "All the books compiled and written by your young Patriarch will be moved into my bedroom. After I read them, I will order them to be delivered one by one."
The building guard nodded: "The little one should register it in the booklet first, and then let the guards send it to you in person immediately after registration."
Qin Wuyan held a few books in his hands and walked out.
As soon as he left the door of the library, he saw a thin and thin man approaching him.
Min Rui was wearing a beige robe, the skirt and the belt were carefully embroidered with exquisite auspicious clouds and auspicious patterns with gold and silver threads. The purest existence.
It is a kind of existence that is very similar to Zhuang Xiaoyu's temperament, an existence that is not polluted by the filth of worldly affairs, and is not eroded by dirty things.
Compared with Qin Wuyan, who was covered in filth and soaked in the mud, and even his heart was covered with a layer of shady, he was an existence in the sky and on the ground.
Qin Wuyan tightened his hands tightly around the guard's cuffs.
He suddenly remembered that Zhuang Xiaoyu was like a blank sheet of paper, a person who was willing to tell him anything, but it had nothing to do with Min Rui, only since returning to him, Zhuang Xiaoyu had never mentioned this person to Min Rui.
She clearly should mention it, after all, she was married to him, and during the time when he fell into the Forbidden Mountain, she spent several months with Min Rui day and night...
Thinking of these, Qin Wuyan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by his hands, he was a little breathless, and felt suffocated and uncomfortable.
Min Rui didn't expect to meet Qin Wuyan in this kind of place. After he paused, he still walked towards this side.
Min Rui's gaze shifted from Qin Wuyan's face to the books in Qin Wuyan's hands. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded to Qin Wuyan, and the two brushed each other. And pass.
It seems that there is nothing to say, after all, they have different positions and have something to do with the same woman.
Qin Wuyan only politely replied to Min Rui with the salute that a subordinate should do when meeting the young Patriarch.
When he reached the door of the library building, Min Rui turned around and looked at the tall and straight man with a slender and strong body. Compared with his own body that was so weak that he might go to see his ancestor at any time, he thought that a man like Qin Wuyan was the only one. It is a lifelong existence that a woman should entrust to.
It's no wonder that the young lady of the Zhuang family doesn't care about Qin Wuyan's status at all, and is willing to marry him at all costs.
Thinking of this, Min Rui withdrew his gaze desolately, and walked into the library.
When the building guard saw Min Rui coming in, he put down the pen in his hand and immediately came up to him: "Master, why did you come here in person? Just send someone to tell you which book you want, and the little one will be delivered to you in person immediately. …”