The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu WanNing was lying on the bed, his mind was dizzy, and his consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes very vague.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the quarrel between two people, it seemed that it was Shi Mei and Mo Ran, and then the sound of the quarrel disappeared, and there was only the whistling wind in his ears.

Later, he seemed to be lying in the warm quilt, and someone was talking to him. The broken voice seemed to come from across the ocean. He couldn't hear clearly, only a few words drifted in occasionally, what past life, what master— —He vaguely felt that this seemed to be the voice of the teacher, but he didn't have much strength to digest, and these sentences quickly dispersed like the morning fog.

Little by little, his memories became more complete and clearer. The memories of his previous life were like rainwater flowing into a river and finally heading towards the sea.

The first thing he dreamed of was the deep corridor. The corridor was built on the top of death and life with red lotus water pavilion, covered with branches of vines and flowers.

He was sitting on the porch, writing a letter at a stone table.

Letters cannot be sent out. Emperor Taxian does not allow him to have contact with outsiders, nor does he allow him to raise pigeons or any animals. Even the outside of the red lotus waterside pavilion is covered with countless howling curses.

But Chu WanNing still wrote.

It's too lonely, a person, a world, probably will live like this for a lifetime.

It would be a lie to say it wasn't boring.

The letter was written to Xue Meng, and there was nothing much. It was nothing more than asking about the recent situation, whether it was safe, asking how the sun and moon were outside, and how the old man was.

However, there is actually no old friend.

So I wrote a letter slowly all afternoon without much content.At the end of the writing, I was a little dazed, thinking in a trance of the days when the three little apprentices were all at peace by my side, and I once taught them to write poems and paint with pens.

Both Xue Meng and Shi Mo learned very quickly, only Mo Ran, who wrote a word three or four times is wrong, and he has to teach him by hand.

What did you write at that time?

Chu Wanning was in a daze, and the pen and ink slowly spread on the rice paper.

He first wrote "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand", and then he wrote "Life has no roots, floating like dust on the moss", stroke by stroke, neatly.

Whether he was writing books or letters, his writing was always clear and correct, fearing that readers would not be able to understand him, and he was also afraid that his disciples would learn astray from him.

The words are like a person, and the spine is extremely proud.

He wrote "Where is the old friend" and "The sea is wide and the mountains are far away".

Later, the wind blows the wisteria flowers to fall, resting on the huanhua paper, he is reluctant to brush, looking at the faint and magnificent purple, the pen gradually turns, and writes "Dream wakes up the world to see the light rain, and the mountains and rivers still seem gentle. "

Flat and flat.

May I be like a star, like a moon, night and night.

As I wrote and wrote, my eyes couldn't help softening, as if I had returned to the quiet and good old days.

When the wind picked up, the paper was blown up and flying, and some paperweights were not pressed well, and they were blown up, and they were messed up all over the ground in the dappled and fragrant afternoon sun.

Chu Wanning put down the brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems in that place.

One after another, they fell on the grass, beside the stone steps, among the dead flowers and among the dead leaves.He was about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of falling flowers.

Suddenly a slender and well-proportioned hand with well-defined joints appeared in the field of vision, picking up the page before him.

"what are you writing?"

Chu Wanning was stunned, straightened up, and there was a tall and handsome man standing in front of him, it was the emperor Mo Weiyu who came to the water pavilion at some time.

Chu WanNing said: "...nothing."

Mo Ran wore a black gold robe, a nine-pronged crown, and a dragon scale on his narrow and pale fingers. He had obviously just returned from the court.He first glanced at Chu Wanning indifferently, then shook the paper in his hand, and after reading two paragraphs, his eyes narrowed: "Seeing the letter is like meeting, and the letter is comfortable..."

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Chu Wanning said, wanting to take the letter back, but Mo Ran simply raised his hand to block it.

"Don't." He said, "Why are you nervous?" After saying this, he looked down carefully, glanced at a few lines, and calmly said, "Oh. Written for Xue Meng?"

"Written by hand." Chu Wanning didn't want to hurt others, and said, "I didn't plan to send it out."

Mo Ran sneered: "You don't have the ability to send it out."

Chu Wanning had nothing to say to him, and turned back to the table to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on that table.Unexpectedly, Ta Xianjun walked over, stretched out his black and gold robe sleeves, and pressed the letter paper he was about to put away.

The phoenix eyes were raised, facing Shangta Xianjun's frowning face.

"..."

Forget it, give it to him if he wants it.

So he withdrew his hand and went to get another one, but was pressed by Mo Ran again.

In this way, he took one, and Mo Ran blocked one. In the end, Chu Wanning finally got a little impatient. I don't know why this person is so crazy. He raised his eyes and said gloomyly: "What do you want?"

"Seeing the letter is like meeting, what does it mean to spread the letter and make you look good?" Mo Ran looked at him with deep eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly, "Say it."

The flower branches and vine leaves fluttered, and the light and shadow were mottled. Chu Wanning couldn't help but think of Mo Ran, who had just worshiped under his door back then. His smile and words were very gentle, and he asked him with a respectful smile: "Master, what is your body?" It is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand, what does this mean? Master, can you teach me?"

Comparing the two, the aggressive attitude of Ta Xianjun at this moment made Chu Wanning feel a pain in his heart. He suddenly lowered his head, stopped talking, and closed his eyes.

He didn't say a word, and Mo Ran began to get gloomy. In this silence, he picked up the letter paper on the table and read it one by one. The more he looked back, the more dangerous his eyes narrowed.He murmured thoughtfully, a man who could imagine the year name as "Halberd", was searching for chapters and excerpts at the stone table, racking his brains.

In the end, with a gloomy face, he suddenly brushed the stack of letter papers to the ground.

He raised his eyes coldly.

"Chu Wanning, you miss him."

"……No."

He didn't want to get entangled with him, so he turned around and was about to leave as he said, but before he took two steps, the sleeve of his robe was grabbed, and then he strangled his chin with violent and fierce force, and he was pushed onto the stone table in a whirl. superior.

Mo Ran's hand strength is so strong, so ruthless, and in a blink of an eye, there are bruises on his cheeks.

The sun shines through the vines and shines in Chu Wanning's eyes, which reflect the almost crazy and distorted face of Emperor Taxian.

Handsome and pale.

hot.

Stepping Xianjun didn't know the word of shame, and he began to tear Chu Wanning's clothes on the ground.If there are other possibilities to push on the stone table, then it is obvious that there is no return to the world when you start tearing the clothes.Chu Wanning shouted almost angrily, "Mo Weiyu——!"

The tone full of anger and disappointment did not extinguish the evil fire of the ink, but poured down like hot oil, splashing fierce flames.

When he invaded suddenly, Chu Wanning only felt extreme pain.

He didn't want to touch Mo Ran's back, he only grasped the edge of the stone table convulsively with his backhand, panting in a low voice: "Nonsense..."

Mo Ran's eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and he didn't judge the word evil animal, but grimly: "It doesn't matter if you don't explain. It really shouldn't ask you anymore. You can no longer be regarded as this seat at all. Master."

His movements are fierce and fierce, and he only seeks his own pleasure and comfort, but Chu Wanning's feelings are like nothing.

"What is Wan Ning now?" He almost gritted his teeth: "It's just a side concubine, and her legs are forbidden... let me separate my legs."

During the entanglement, Mo Ran turned him over, the paper and ink on the table were all messed up, and the brush fell to the ground.Chu Wanning was pushed by the table by him, with endless pain under his body, and boundless vastness in front of his eyes.

He looked at the words, the strokes.

The body is a bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror stand...

Where is the old man?

The sea is wide... the mountains are far away.

Words punish the heart.

Mo Ran, who was still a teenager, was still smiling at him in front of him, and the dark eyelash feather curtains trembled gently, like a black butterfly flower.

The ear temple is the deep gasp of Ta Xianjun, humiliating him and bullying him, and saying hoarsely: "Chu Wanning... Oh, this Concubine Chu still thinks about others in her heart?"

"Why do you want me to be like a star king like a moon, and to be bright and clean every night." There was murderous intent in his voice, "Do you think I really don't understand anything?"

Chu WanNing gritted her teeth and fell on the stone table. Those who were bitten and pinched were all wet red marks, but the phoenix eyes were stubborn: "You don't understand."

Knowing that you will be treated more harshly in exchange for contradicting your words, but you still insist on saying, you don't understand.

You don't know who the old man is, and you don't know why the sea is wide and the mountains are far away.

You don't know who Jun is and who Yue refers to.

You... won't understand.

After a lot of absurdity, Mo Ran finally let him go.

Chu Wanning's clothes are messy, lying in the wisteria flowers, lying in the poetry pen and ink, there are red marks at the end of his eyes, like the bright color dyed on the fingertips when the rouge flowers are pinched off.

The lips have been bitten and are full of blood.

He got up, and slowly got dressed... After being under house arrest for so long, from the initial Cruciatus to the present, nothing is worse than death.

With his spirit core destroyed, what else can he do now?The so-called dignity, but only after the fact, you must stubbornly dress yourself, and you don't want to be faked by others.

When he was doing all this, Mo Ran was sitting at the stone table, holding the letters he had written, and reading them one by one.

When he saw the piece of paper looking at Xiao Yu in the dream world, his hands seemed to be slightly frozen, but soon he turned over the paper, and said mockingly: "The bones are soft, but the words are still pretty." .”

He put the stack of letters into his robe and stood up.

The wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and the gold threads on the black crown flowed in splendor.

"gone."

Chu Wanning didn't speak.

Mo Ran glanced at his eyes, and the wisteria flower shadow made his black eyes deeper and deeper: "Don't you send me off?"

The shade of the tree was flowing, and Chu Wanning's voice was low and hoarse, and he said slowly: "I taught you."

Mo Ran stunned: "What?"

"Seeing a letter is like meeting you, and you can feel good when you spread your letter." After he finished speaking, he finally raised his eyelashes, and glanced at the man who was extremely talented, "I taught you how to write, but you forgot."

"You taught me to write?" Mo Ran frowned, this is not deliberately teasing Chu Wanning, looking at him, he really has no impression at all.

The person who was about to leave stopped again.

Mo Ran asked: "When did it happen?"

Chu WanNing looked at him and said, "A long time ago."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the house of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

The ink burning pestle was in the same place, and it didn't leave or come in for a while.Later, Chu Wanning caught a glimpse of him from the window and returned to the stone table, flipping through the remaining stack of letters under the paperweight.

Chu WanNing also closed the window.

That night, because he was tortured and didn't know how to wash himself well, he caught a cold.

The original is not a big deal, he thinks Mo Ran will not know.But for some unknown reason that day, according to Mr. Liu, it seemed that Song Qiutong cooked a bowl of Chaoshou, and for some reason it provoked Emperor Ta Xian to be furious. walk away.

It was late at night and it started to rain heavily.At this time, someone came from the red lotus pavilion.

"Your Majesty has an order to ask Grandmaster Chu to move to the palace."

These followers clearly knew the relationship between Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, but Mo Ran asked him to call him a master.

If there is not a trace of kindness left, it is mean and vicious.

Chu WanNing was suffering badly, his face was very pale, and he was very gloomy. He said, "Don't go."

"Your Majesty has—"

"There is nothing to go."

"..."

Going to bed with a patient is naturally not an interesting thing. When he was particularly unwell in the past, Mo Ran basically would not force anything.

But not long after, the dismissed palace man came back again. He entered the red lotus water pavilion, saluted in front of Chu Wanning, who was coughing badly, and then said indifferently: "Your Majesty has an order, my little one." I'm fine, please go to Wushan Hall to serve and go to bed."