I wish you Chang'an

Chapter 8

"Words and posts?"

"Yes, according to the son's order, it will be set in five days."

"That's good." Mu Shaobai coughed twice.

Zhitong hurriedly handed over the tea,

"Young master, are you alright?"

Mu Shaobai drank some and said, "No problem."

"It's spring, and it's still cold at night. You must not stay up late and open the windows. What's wrong with the wind and cold?"

Mu Shaobai glared at him, and said: "Okay, okay, I can already hear the cocoon."

Zhitong put down his glass and muttered, "You say that every time, but you may not have listened."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'll go to Huichuntang later to ask Doctor Zhang to prepare some medicines in case of emergencies."

Mu Shaobai didn't say anything else, just said: "Grind it for me, I want to practice calligraphy."

Zhitong only knew that, and began to prepare.

Mu Shaobai is holding the pen with his right hand, and his left hand is holding his sleeve. With his thin and slender hand, the calligraphy written by his thin and slender hand is very vigorous and powerful. Zhitong has been with him since he was a child, and he can also recognize a few characters. Whenever the young master practices calligraphy, he will follow. Look After reading it several times, I couldn't help but be amazed.

"Good word, son!"

"That feels good? You haven't seen anything better."

Zhitong was surprised and said: "Is there anyone who can write better than the young master? I'm afraid I can't find it among my peers?"

Mu Shaobai chuckled lightly: "Do you still remember the person who played with you and me when we were young?"

"Well……"

Zhitong thought for a while, besides Mr. Mo, there was also his Miss Xiaosi when he was young. It seemed that there was another one who was older than them, but he couldn't remember...

"But remember?"

"Well, I have some impressions, but I can't remember much."

"Yes, you are the youngest among us. You were only five years old at that time, and he was already 12 years old. At that time, I remember that he came to Chang'an with his father to do business, and had some contact with our family, so he often came to play. He is a very handsome elder brother, and he is even more talented. His handwriting is very good, and even I started to practice handwriting seriously because I saw his handwriting and began to copy it."

Zhitong seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized: "Oh! I said that at that time, the young master changed his temper, and started to like to practice calligraphy!"

Mu Shaobai blushed, and said angrily: "I didn't know you also learned Jinxiu, so you can play tricks."

Zhitong smiled.

The five days are long or short, and Mo Fei has been tossing his nostalgia for five days.

He thought he would be relieved when the letter came, but he didn't know that the letter only said to see you at the Yingyue Theater in five days.

When Mo Feili got the letter, it was as if he was fighting chicken blood. He picked clothes every day, and he paid more attention to it than a married girl.

"This one is too gorgeous, Shaobai likes to be more solemn."

"This one is too plain, won't it be too rude?"

"this……"

"My lord! If you don't make a decision, it will be a waste of time!"

On the other hand, Mufu

"My lord, which one do you want to wear today?"

"You and Jinxiu will watch over here."

After changing his clothes, Mu Shaobai looked at the time and was ready to go out with Zhitong.

They booked a private room on the second floor, and not long after they sat down, they saw Mo Feili come in with nostalgia.

Mo Feili was wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe, sitting opposite Mu Shaobai who was dressed in plain white.

"I'm late."

Mu Shaobai shook his head and said: "No, the time is just right. This tea is not bad, you should try it."

Mo Feili got the teacup, took a sip, and praised: "It really is good tea."

Mu Shaobai was silent, and after a while he said: "What you told me last time...I've thought about it."

Mo Feili immediately sat upright, looking at Mu Shaobai with the expectation in his eyes without any hesitation.

"I think it's better not to say such things in the future. You don't understand now. You and I are both men. There will be no results since ancient times. I am alone. The Mu family still needs me. And both Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo are right. You have great expectations, Feili, you are not young, now is not the time to continue playing around, as for what you said before, I can pretend that I didn’t hear it.”

"You think I'm playing?"

Mo Feili looked at Mu Shaobai with unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.

Mu Shaobai instinctively felt that it was dangerous, but he still bite the bullet and said: "Isn't it? Feili, you..."

"Enough." Mo Feili's expression was a little struggling, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "Mu Shaobai, do you have a heart?"

Mu Shaobai frowned, "What do you mean?"

"You always have a way of killing people."

But don't know it.

Mu Shaobai remained silent, and said after a while: "You don't understand..."

Mo Feili laughed at himself, stood up and said, "I understand what you're looking for, I have to take a step ahead."

Then he turned and left.

Mu Shaobai stared at Hua Dan on the stage, but he couldn't listen to it any more.

Mo Feili left the theater with a serious expression, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, he didn't know what to think.

Missing knowing his young master's feelings for Young Master Mu, it is certain that he will feel bad when he is rejected.

However, his young master's reputation for being a playful person is too loud, so it's no wonder Mr. Mu didn't believe it.

But it was never his turn to intervene in these matters, after all, no matter how good the master-servant relationship is, he is still a master-servant.

Miss looked at her young master with some worry, and just begged this master not to make a fuss and make things difficult for him.

Mo Feili stayed in the yard for two full days when he returned home, and he never stopped eating or drinking, but he just didn't like to talk, and he was serious and thinking all day long.

Nian Nian guarded every step of the way, afraid that he would do something stupid.

Finally, the old man spoke.

"Missing, if I was still wearing women's clothes back then, would Shaobai and I have already married?"

Missing her eyes widened, she was too shocked by what Mo Feili said.

But the more Mo Feili thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. Anyway, he was good-looking, and no one would be able to tell if he didn't take off his clothes. If Shaobai fell in love with him sooner or later, they might be married now!

Think back to when Mu Shaobai held his little hand and said he wanted to protect himself; think back then that Shaobai would keep a share of everything for himself; think about Shaobai feeding himself; think about Shaobai fighting for himself...

The more Mo Feili thought about it, the more he regretted it. Why did he listen to his father and change back into men's clothes?

Miss looked at her young master with an annoyed expression on her face, and suddenly felt thunder rolling, young master!Wake up!