Min Rui thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Your suggestion is very good. After I polish it and compile it into two volumes, this song "Spring Banquet" will be considered complete."

Qin Wuyan saw that Min Rui was writing the composition with a pen in his hand, his eyes fell on the piece he composed, and he said, "If it wasn't for the thoughtfulness, I wouldn't be able to write such a delicate and beautiful piece of music.

The young master is really a caring person in life. "

A person like him who struggles with life and death all year round cannot pay attention to when the ice water in spring melts, when the buds hang on the branches, and when the branches sprout buds.

Compared with these natural things, he only cares about how he should live. When he was young, he only knew that spring came, all things revived, the weeds in the field grew wildly, and finally he didn't have to be hungry.

The grass grows and the warblers fly, and the number of animals increases, and finally it is possible to eat meat for tooth sacrifices.

He cares more about how he should live.

Min Rui heard the words, but just smiled: "When I was young, my body was weak, and I went to Zhuangzi to recuperate every spring. At that time, I lay on the bedside of the bedroom after eating, and saw the peach trees sprouting outside the window, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. When the birds chirping outside, I feel that the world is so beautiful, and I am glad that I am still alive."

Changing the subject, he asked again: "Did Commander Qin go straight from the Priest's Mansion to the Min Mansion?"

"Yes." Qin Wuyan nodded.

"Where have you been?"

"Never."

"Miss Zhuang, how are you?"

"The fever has subsided, it's okay." Every time Qin Wuyan answered, he felt that Min Rui was caring about something, so he could only change the subject, and took the initiative to say: "I went to see the Patriarch just now, and I heard that the saint is seriously ill. The Lord ordered the humble official to go and see the saint..."

"No problem." Mentioning Min Huizhu, Min Rui's face darkened, "If the head of the family asks, you can say that I won't let you go, just push it on me."

Qin Wuyan couldn't get what he wanted: "Everything is according to the young Patriarch's orders."

Min Rui suddenly lost the mood to compose, put down his brush and looked at Qin Wuyan: "Go do your work first, I'll touch the piano for a while."

Qin Wuyan stood up, picked up the sword, "Resign from your humble position."

Min Rui stared at Qin Wuyan's back, thought for a moment, then lowered his eyes.

Qin Wuyan had just arrived at the bedroom when a girl came over: "Commander Qin, the Holy Maiden asked you to go, saying that she has something to tell you."

Qin Wuyan refused: "Young Master, please forgive me for not letting the humble official go to the Holy Maiden."

Min Huizhu's personal girl seemed to have expected him to say that, but she just smiled: "Our saint said that you will be interested in what she wants to tell you.

It is about the eldest and second young masters of the Zhuang family. If you don't go, the news will be lost. "

Qin Wuyan: "...does the saint know the whereabouts of Zhuang Mingyan and Zhuang Minghao?"

"It's more than knowing?" The girl smiled: "But our saint also said that there is no free lunch in this world, and many things need to be exchanged.

In the dead of night, it is really a chance to have a long talk. "

Qin Wuyan cast a glance at the girl: "This Commander knows, you can go."

The girl thought that Qin Wuyan had surrendered, so she went back happily and told Min Huizhu Qin Wuyan's answer.

It gets dark early in winter.

A brazier was lit in the room, and it was as warm as spring. Qin Wuyan took care of Zhuang Xiaoyu for two days and one night, and argued with Zhuang Xiaoyu. Looking back on the past, it was full of mental and physical exhaustion. At this moment, when he closed his eyes, he felt sleepy and flustered. On the bed, I fell asleep with the pillow on.