I wish you Chang'an

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The Holy Dynasty, a prosperous dynasty with a history of more than 700 years, has produced a large number of talents.

The Shuangjiao son is even more famous all over the world.

Chang'an

"What did you say?"

The boy in white trembled while holding the pen, and asked with a dark face.

The middle-aged man standing opposite him trembled and stammered: "Mr. Mo said, said, unless you go to my master personally, he will agree."

The boy in white lowered his face and said, "Where is he?"

"In...the Misty Rain Tower..."

The boy's face turned darker, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the joints turned white, as if he was holding back something.

"Zhitong, prepare your umbrella!"

The bustling street was full of hawkers, and a brightly dressed man was leaning against the shadow of the third-floor attic, holding in his arms a charming young man with spring eyes, looking lazily at the street with his slender dark eyes.

A touch of white broke into the person's realization, and then it was covered by an ink and paper umbrella.

As Mu Shaobai was walking, Zhitong held an umbrella for him, lest he would block the sun.

Since his master died at the age of 12, his son has suffered from a serious illness, and his body is weaker.Originally, the skin could not be exposed to the sun, but now it is even more serious.

It's noon now, the sun is poisonous, and Mu Shaobai's breathing is a little short.

Zhi Tong worried: "My lord, why don't you turn back, it's hot now, come back later."

Mu Shaobai wiped off his sweat, and said: "You still can't see that this person is looking for me? If you don't go now, you don't know where to find him later. What's more, Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo asked me to take care of them before they left." How could he let him fall like this?"

Speaking of Mo Fei's parents who left home, the truth of the matter is this: two months ago, Aunt Mo attended a party, and all the wives said where they had been.Then Aunt Mo was not happy. The dead ghost in the family never took her out, saying that she was afraid of being tired.Aunt Mo refused this time, and insisted on going on a long trip, and she would cry if she didn't go.How could Uncle Mo let his wife cry? He immediately packed up his luggage, took Aunt Mo away, and left him a letter, which roughly reads——My uncle and aunt are getting old and feel unwell. Your aunt puts her love on mountains and rivers and cultivates herself.All the tedious business matters will be taken care of by my unfilial son. I hope you will help me a lot. Watch that kid carefully and don't let him mess around.

During the time of his father's death, Uncle Mo was always on the sidelines to protect him. This is why the villain didn't have the opportunity to make trouble and divide the Mu family. He is what he is today. Now that Uncle Mo has something entrusted to him, how can he shirk it?

"But your body..." Zhitong became anxious, and his heart was even more annoyed. This Mr. Mo has never done a proper job since he was a child, and he always causes trouble for him!

"It's okay, it's coming soon."

Looking at the sign of Yanyu Building not far away, Zhitong curled his lips to say nothing.

Mu Shaobai stood at the door, a touch of white was particularly conspicuous against the colorful background, and his temperament alone already stood out.

The procuress saw Mu Shaobai at a glance, waved from afar, and said with a coquettish smile, "Oh, Master Mu! Rare guest, rare guest, I'm so glad you can come, girls, why don't you hurry up and say hello!"

Before Mu Shaobai could speak, the bustard went up to hold his arm, and the roundness of his chest kept stimulating him.

A few good-looking girls, pulling left and right, with pink and tender lotus arms around his neck, the women Mu Shaobai has been in contact with since he was a child, except for his mother, is the maid Jinxiu, or some ladies from all over the world. Duty, where has he ever done such a thing, to be honest, he has never held the hand of any girl except his mother!

Mu Shaobai's face was reddened, seeing those girls were disheveled, unable to push or pull, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Young Master~ Let the servants come, and keep it for your comfort~"

"Young master, let the servants come~"

Mu Shaobai wanted to ask Zhitong for help, but who knew that person was also surrounded.

Seeing that these women became more and more daring, they were about to put their hands into his underwear, and regardless of etiquette, they directly pushed the woman away, squeezed the clothes tightly, and said with a blushing face: "Miss misunderstood, I, I am here to find someone, No, I'm not here to find... for pleasure."

Mu Shaobai's head was almost buried in the ground, and his face was blushing like blood at this moment, which made people want to bully him.

Seeing this, Zhi Tong pushed away the girls, pulled his son's sleeves, and whispered: "Young master, why don't we go, this place is too scary."

Mu Shaobai also wanted to leave, but if he left now, wouldn't it be for nothing?

He didn't want to go through this experience a second time.

Seeing Mu Shaobai's blushing face, the old bustard couldn't help being dumbfounded. She has seen many beauties, but this is the first time she has seen this one.

Hearing Zhitong's words, he regained his composure, motioned the girls to back off, and said with a smile, "It's my family who misunderstood. Who is Mr. Mu looking for?" "Mo Feili."

"It turned out to be Mr. Mo, hahaha, but Mr. Mo may not be convenient for him now... why don't I find you a girl, you can listen to the song first and so on?"

Mu Shaobai took out an ingot of silver, the bustard was a little embarrassed and hesitated.

Mu Shaobai added another ingot of silver, the old bustard hesitated, and said, "My lord..."

Mu Shaobai took out two ingots of silver, and the old bustard was overjoyed, grabbed them and held them in his arms, and said cheerfully, "Mr. Mo is in the second room on the left on the third floor!"

Mu Shaobai said calmly, "Thank you."

After all, go upstairs, turn, turn, turn...

"Young master, the left is here."

Mu Shaobai, who made a wrong turn, turned back calmly and said, "Say earlier next time."

Zhitong seemed to be used to it, serious, and said: "Yes, young master."