The crowded scene in the house quickly dissipated because of the departure of the hostess, and because Su Mu had already woken up, only a few people who served little Marquis on weekdays were left waiting outside the door.

Su Mu was completely calm. Just now, everyone was concerned that he had just woken up, and they didn't ask any complicated questions. He could make do with various modal particles. Now that he had the opportunity, he wanted to go to the desk.Find some clues online.

When he was lying on the bed, he discovered that there was a square wooden table under the south window, and there were many books piled on it. Maybe some of the notes were left by the original owner, which could give him some clues, at least to figure outWhat is your name.

Unexpectedly, just as he got off the bed, his legs felt weak when he stood on the ground. Even though he had reacted quickly, leaned back and sat on the edge of the bed, he still made a loud noise, which alarmed the people outside the door.Several people.

In the past few days, Su Mu has basically figured out the names of this group of servants, and can basically match their faces, but because they usually squint their eyes to look at them, they still can't see their faces clearly, but judging from their clothes, firstThe person who opened the door and rushed in was the little Marquis' bodyguard named Mo Shu.

Immediately afterwards, A Huan and A Ying stuck their heads out after them, seeing that Mo Shu had rushed to the bed first, they stopped moving.

Ah Huan tiptoed and said, "Little Marquis, what do you want to get? Just tell Mo Shu!"

A Ying didn't speak, just nodded along.

Su Mu smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I just lay down for a long time, get up and have a look."

Compared with being cautious when facing his own mother, Su Mu put away his muscles and bones for this group of people of his own age. Even if they found out that something was wrong with them, they shouldn't go to make a small report.Telling a mother about something that doesn't seem right about your son still sounds like a punch.

Ah Huan and A Ying at the door froze on the spot after hearing this.

God knows how long it's been since they've seen little Marquis smile like this.

And the person concerned didn't know about it, he was asking Mo Shu to help him to the table to have a look.

Now it's just autumn, and the weather is turning cold. When the two little girls were in a daze, a gust of wind came out from behind, making them shrink their necks, and quickly shut the door tightly.

"It's dangerous, but you can't let the young master be frozen." Ah Huan sat down against the door, "It's hard to get a little refreshed."

"That's right." A Ying also sat down next to her, "Did you see the little Marquis just now—did that smile?"

"Of course I saw it!" Ah Huan tried her best to lower her voice, but still showed a little bit of excitement, "Hey, our little Marquis' smile is really...really..."

She shook her head and thought for a long time before concluding: "—Bai Meisheng!"

A Ying was so teased that she couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to push Ah Huan's body: "Stop saying it, is this the way you use it? Carefully let the little Marquis hear you, and send you out of the house."

Ah Huan also laughed, and the two chattered outside for a long time before they stopped, and finally reached a consensus.

The little Marquis in their family looks very good-looking!

And Su Mu in the room fell into an embarrassing situation.

He thought he had never heard Mo Shu speak, just because Mo Shu was as quiet as the original owner, but he never thought that his little guard might be really dumb.

Just when he tentatively asked: "How much do you know about what happened before I was injured?", there was a suspicious silence. He really didn't expect to hear the answer, but he still couldn't help but stop turning the pages of the bookhand, glanced back.

Mo Shu was standing with his eyes downcast, shaking his head slowly.

After shaking his head, he knelt down on one leg with a plop.

This frightened Su Mu very much. Being kneeled for no reason would cost his life. He stretched out his hand to pull the ink book, but what he got was as immobile as a mountain rooted on the floor.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only squat down and gasped because of the wound on his chest.

Su Mu looked at Mo Shu carefully. Mo Shu had exquisite features, fair complexion, and his black hair was tied up high behind his head. If someone hadn't told him, he would actually think that he was a young hero who traveled the rivers and lakes rather than adomestic servant.It’s just that Mo Shu never speaks, so silent that people often ignore his existence——

Su Mu stared blankly at his hand, Mo Shu was carefully writing on it with his fingers.

He he he he can't speak?

Su Mu apprehensively discerned the strokes of the ink calligraphy, and rejoiced in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't ask that sentence why you didn't speak just now."

The speed of ink writing is very fast, and there is no consciousness of slowing down at all. Su Mu can only comprehend it attentively. Presumably the original owner is used to this way of communication when communicating with ink calligraphy, so he has practiced this speed.He could only vaguely discern the content of the message——

Because in addition to being fast, the characters of this era are much more cumbersome than the modern simplified characters. Although many of them only have a few simple gestures, Su Mu can recognize them enough.

When these few sentences are written down, don’t know whether the person who wrote them was more tired or the person who read them was more tired.

Su Mu resisted the urge to press his temples, and managed to spell the broken words into a whole sentence.

"At that time, someone sent you away?"

His hands tapped lightly on the table.

Regarding what he had experienced before, he knew nothing about it except that he could tell from the wound that this person had killed him and that the weapon he used was probably a double-edged dagger.Although his wound hadn't healed since he regained consciousness, the recovery speed was faster than he knew, so after only two or three days of recuperation, he was able to get out of bed and walk a few steps.

Naturally, someone inserted the dagger on purpose... That is, someone distracted the guards and deliberately wanted to kill little Marquis?

He suddenly felt relieved, the assassination of little Marquis was no small matter, presumably it was because of this that alarmed Dali Temple.

Back then, it was not a society ruled by law where everyone was equal. Dali Temple was the highest judicial organ, so naturally it would not deal with petty matters.

The more Su Mu thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. He even had the confidence to flip through the books. These books are all very normal content. It's just that Su Mu is a science student with little knowledge in literature.I didn't know what was said in the book, but I just flipped through it and looked for some notes.

The people who read the book were obviously very patient, and made a lot of annotations beside the text, and the handwriting was neat and clear, which was very comfortable to read, and the word "Mu" was written at the end of each paragraph.

"Mu..." Su Mu murmured. His name was actually the same as his own. If it was the same surname——soon, he verified his idea. There was a stack of letterheads at the bottom of the book, which seemed to be someone who had been away.It was written by Marquis Anding to his son, and the handwriting on the top was scrawled and messy, which was different from the rest.After Su Mu opened it, he saw that it was written "In the winter of the ninth year of Changping, Andinghou Su Yi was framed by a traitor and trapped in Yinshan Mountain. He did not return food for three days and was beheaded by the little Turkic Khan Ashinayan in front of the battle."..."

Su Mu's fingertips were slightly cold. Although he guessed that Marquis Anding must be dead, he didn't expect it to be done in such a tragic way, so he couldn't help sighing.

No one asks about the general's dead bones, and don't know how many people who are enjoying Anping's age can still remember Marquis Anding, who was buried in the snow?

He sighed with emotion, calmed down his mood, and then realized that the name of this little Marquis was also pronounced Su Mu, which is not a coincidence.

"Su Mu...Su Mu..." He read the name several times. Although the pronunciation was exactly the same, there was something indescribable.

The name "Su Mu" was given to him by the dean of the orphanage in the hope that he would be able to escape from his unfortunate background in the future.Although the gesture is simple, it is also an inseparable part of him.

Only now, he has no choice.

From then on, there was only Su Mu.

Su Mu's eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't feel too melancholy. He knew from before that he had already died in the original world, and coming here by accident might be another chance God gave him..

Only by learning to say goodbye to the past can we live well here.

He stroked the letter paper and opened it one by one. After reading it, he felt even more emotional.

Su Mu has always been a person who is easy to empathize with, and he can sigh for a long time listening to Shi Qinglan tell some old-fashioned sad stories.Every word and every word in the letter that see now is Su Yi’s expectation and care for his young son as a father.Got it and cherished it, but it didn't last long.

He thought of Shi Qinglan.

The number of letterheads is decreasing every year, which shows that the battle ahead is severe year by year, until the last bad news from the front line.

The letter at the bottom was written in a familiar handwriting. Su Mu thought about it, and then opened it to read.

It was indeed a letter that could never be answered.

"At the beginning of the year, General Murong defeated the Eastern Turks, and the Turks surrendered. Father, the day of Haiyan Heqing has come, can you see it?"

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the ink stains on the page where the tears spread, thinking to himself.

If people really have spirits, then it's time for them to meet under the ground now.

Even though Su Mu was a good young man who was influenced by atheism since he was a child, now that he has his own experience, he has to admit that there are still many mysterious places in this world that humans cannot touch.

After he had gone through all the things on the table, he felt that his legs were a little numb from sitting. Fortunately, as soon as he got up, Mo Shu stretched out his hand to support him, preventing him from staggering back to the seat.

Just now I tried to persuade Mo Shu to get up from the ground, probably because I wanted him not to think it was his fault, but I didn’t expect that Mo Shu was also a very stubborn person.Still full of self-blame, it gave Su Mu a headache.

But then he was busy looking at all kinds of things, and couldn't take care of the ink book for a while, and the ink book was so silent that Su Mu didn't realize that there was another person in the room just now when he was supported by someone.

I don't know if my sad appearance just now has been seen?

Su Mu carefully looked at the expression on the ink book, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he was relieved, moved to the side of the bed and half-lyed back.

Now that he has a deeper understanding of the identity of the original owner, he can live more easily in the future, but he doesn't know if the person who wanted to stab Marquis to death has been caught. If not, wouldn't he still be in the invisible world?in danger?

He frowned, and his eyes wandered to Mo Shu who was standing upright beside him. Mo Shu had a black sword on his waist. In addition, he was agile, and he was the original owner's bodyguard.He was able to attack himself, so he must be very reliable.

Su Mu felt relieved.

These days recuperating in the Marquis Mansion.It should be nothing to worry about.

Just when he was about to experience the life of being a Marquis, someone came from Dali Temple.