Su Qingluan naturally couldn't know the specific title of the book. She just told Mu Xingzhi the type of book she wanted.
In addition to two or three legal texts related to renting a shop, Su Qingluan also borrowed three "idle books" - a travelogue, a Chinese novel similar to Liaozhai's Zhiyi, and a collection of poems.
What surprised Su Qingluan was that in such a complicated book storage room, no matter what kind of book Su Qingluan wanted, Mu Xingzhi could always tell her which floor and shelf the book she wanted was on almost without thinking - - Naturally, due to limited mobility, the task of getting the books was handed over to Songbo.
The more Su Qingluan read, the more frightened he became: There are only two reasons why Mu Xingzhi is so familiar with the location of these books - one of them is that he never let go of the books. He has read each book countless times, so he naturally knows their location. ; Another possibility is that this person has a photographic memory. No matter what book he is, he can remember the content and placement of the book just once.
...No matter which one, it's very scary, okay? Academic tyrants and academic gods are both unattainable to Su Qingluan himself, a scholar.
Every time Songbo found a book, he would put it in Su Qingluan's hand. After a while, Su Qingluan had five or six books piled in his arms.
These books did not have fixed-size bindings and were of different sizes, and they were not the modern hard-shell books with very strong texture. Su Qingluan felt that the pile of books was a little shaky and wanted to simply put them on the ground and rearrange them. Hug him again.
But she was still a step too late. The next moment, the pile of books in her arms fell down with a crash, and Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair hit the spot where the pile of books fell.
So Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block, and even grabbed one of the books.
"Are you okay?!" Su Qingluan was startled: Originally, Mu Xingzhi was the patient. Although these books are not hard-cover books, it would probably hurt if they were dropped like this.
"It's okay." Mu Xingzhi shook his head gently and said nothing. Songbo originally wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by his look.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't hold it firmly..." Su Qingluan apologized in confusion, squatting down and picking up the books one by one.
"Here, there is another book here." Mu Xingzhi handed the next book in his hand to her.
Su Qingluan nodded and thanked him. He originally wanted to reach out and take the book, but suddenly stared at Mu Xingzhi's hand holding the book, a little stunned.
Mu Xingzhi instantly noticed that her eyes were looking at his hand instead of the book in her hand. He lowered his eyes and looked at it. His eyes flashed and he asked calmly: "Ms. Su, what's in this hand?" Is it a problem?"
"Ah, no..." Su Qingluan shook her head quickly, thinking that since she was noticed staring at other people's hands, she had better explain herself, otherwise it would feel like some kind of change.
She took the book and gestured with her eyes to Mu Xingzhi's hand that handed her the book and said with a smile, "Because my friend said that Mr. Mu, you are dominant in writing with your left hand, but just now..."
She looked at Mu Xingzhi's right hand that he had just retracted: "Just now, you subconsciously used your right hand to catch the fallen book."
When Su Qingluan said this, her back was to Songbo, so she didn't notice that Songbo's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a cold light.
But Mu Xingzhi said as if nothing happened: "So?"
"Mr. Mu must have specially practiced writing with his left hand, right? However, in emergencies, he will still subconsciously give priority to using the hand he is most accustomed to." Su Qingluan sighed, "It is really difficult to train the hand you are not used to the day after tomorrow." Thank you for your hard work. I injured my right hand for a while and could only eat with my left hand. As a result, I struggled to even use the spoon. Eating every day felt like torture..."
Su Qingluan sighed.
Of course, the experience of her wrist injury was not in this life, but in the previous life, but being forced to learn to eat with tableware from scratch using unfamiliar hands is definitely a memory that will never be forgotten.
Finally, she extended a thumbs up to Mu Xingzhi as if summarizing: "You are actually able to train your unused hand to write such beautiful words. It's amazing!"
She really didn't think too much. After all, she had the experience of "training uncivilized limbs". As for others being willing to write with their left hand, it was also their personal preference. She just sighed and had no further thoughts.
Summer rain often comes and goes quickly. The rain was so heavy just now that he couldn't see the road clearly, but now it has cleared up, which made Su Qingluan's original plan of being shameless and borrowing a raincoat, bamboo hat, etc. all gone.
"In that case, I will return the borrowed books as soon as possible." Su Qingluan bowed and saluted again, turned around and said goodbye.
When Su Qingluan left the courtyard, Songbo closed the courtyard door and turned back to the house. He heard Mu Xingzhi ask him: "Songbo, what do you think?"
Although Mu Xingzhi was still sitting in a wheelchair at this moment, looking pale and thin, his speech was soft and steady, and the weak and out of breath look he had just now was gone.
Songbo pushed Mu Xingzhi out of the study to the front hall, and pointed to the bowl of ginger soup: "I added something to the ginger soup. Although it is harmless to the body, it has a special smell, but she didn't feel it at all. Watch out, drink it all in one gulp.”
Although the taste is also spicy, the aftertaste is a bit bitter and astringent. It is different from ordinary ginger soup, but it is very similar to the same commonly used poison.
"What's more, the hot handkerchief was dipped in a dissolving potion, and Mrs. Su's face has not changed at all." Song Bo shook his head, "It seems that Mrs. Su's appearance is her original appearance."
Mu Xingzhi nodded: "I also tested her pulse while I was diagnosing it just now. Although her pulse is healthy and strong, she does not have any internal strength."
"So, this Madam Su is considered an innocent person?" Song Bo raised his eyebrows.
"It's not yet clear whether he is innocent or not, but he is a keen person." Mu Xingzhi looked at his right hand with a smile, "To make a mistake in such a trivial matter, it is really wrong."
"My boss..."
"In short, the doubts about this 'Su Qingluan' have not been completely clarified, so we should not be careless." What puzzled Mu Xingzhi the most was whether there really is such a coincidence in the world that there can be two Did the exact same person happen to appear in the same place?
But if Su Qingluan is really the wrong wife who was originally embraced by the Anning Marquis, then what's going on with the huge gap between the two before and after her?
"I always feel," Mu Xingzhi's slender fingers tapped the armrest of the wooden wheelchair regularly, "that this 'Su Qingluan' has something to do with Xu Linlang, who is extremely favored in the palace these days."
This is just a hunch, there is no evidence, but it is extremely strong.
