His Royal Highness King Chen was in a bad mood at this moment.

However, there were no servants in the study who used the corner of their eyes to observe the words, nor the old man who had followed King Chen for many years. He would not have guessed his mood just because he frowned and pursed his lips.

The woman next to her was all focused on the rows of bookshelves, and she had no time to pay attention to the master's mood.

Mu Yixuan lost for a while, and then stuck to it again.

He tilted his head to look at the woman beside him, his eyes moving with her.

Nan Yuan took out a copy and did not read it, but directly showed the cover of the book to Mu Yixuan and asked him, "I am too lazy to read it, can you tell me the content of this book?"

Mu Yixuan glanced at the name, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling the contents of the book.

It only took a moment for him to reply: "This is a military book, and it is about the formation of formations."

Nan Yuan was still waiting for the next sentence, but the little fool just stared at her and stopped talking.

"Can't be more detailed?"

After a moment of silence, Mu Yixuan began to speak in detail: "Governing soldiers with faith, seeking saints with wonder. Faith is not easy, and warfare is unconventional. If you can grasp it, you can grasp it.

Nan Yuan frowned.

This little fool actually started to endorse directly.

That's enough...detailed.

If she really listened to this little fool to keep on reciting it, the little fool would probably have a dry mouth.

Therefore, Nan Yuan interrupted him after listening for a while.

Considering Mu Yixuan's suffocating obsessive-compulsive disorder, Nan Yuan deliberately waited for him to finish the whole paragraph before interrupting him.

But even so, Mu Yixuan still had an uncomfortable feeling.

"I'm not finished yet." He pursed his lips.

"When you finish speaking, it will be dark."

Probably because of not communicating with people often, Mu Yixuan's speech speed is not fast, or even slow.

But he didn't stutter at all, and at most when he encountered a very long sentence, he would break the long sentence into several short sentences with great skill.

His voice is nice, but his tone has no obvious emotion. Most of the time, he speaks in the same tone, which seems a little indifferent.

Coupled with this slow tone, listening to his endorsement is actually not much better than listening to a monk chanting sutras.

Mu Yixuan maintained his expression of pursed lips and frowned, and said in a low voice, "I've only said so much to you alone, and they all begged me to say it, but I don't want to."

This "they" includes those servants who serve him conscientiously, as well as the lord of the state of Jin.

Nan Yuan glanced at him, "Oh, it seems that this is my only honor, so should I dance with joy?"

Mu Yixuan thought so, but it didn't seem to be the case.

"Is it because the people in the palace are coaxing you to make offerings to you, so you have the illusion that you are the emperor?"

Mu Yixuan's lips were tight and he didn't answer.

After a while, he said, "I just want to say, I'm nice to you, and you should be nice to me too."

Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly.

She believed Xiaotang's words now.

This little fool is indeed not stupid, but very smart.

Look, it's all about bargaining with her.

"I'm not good to you? You know, if other people are as stinky as you are, how would I treat them? I would have kicked them away long ago."

Mu Yixuan's light eyelashes trembled slightly, and then his eyes fell on Nan Yuan's small arms and legs, and he came to a very certain conclusion: "You can't move."

The corner of Nan Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, "You can try it in the future to see if I can kick it or not."

Mu Yixuan suddenly held her hand, and there was still no obvious emotional ups and downs in her voice, but Nan Yuan heard a touch of cuteness, "If you stay with me like today, I can kick you."

Nan Yuan: Oh, it's quite cute to say obediently.

"I still want to read books."

When Mu Yixuan heard this, he directly dragged her out of the study, "No."

"So stingy?"

"No. The book is not good, look at me."

Nan Yuan: Tsk.