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Mo Xi's next days were really no longer boring. Although he still glared at Qin Guangzhao, he did become more and more normal. In Qin Guangzhao's words, he became more and more like a living person.

In a blink of an eye, it is another spring.Mo Xi's first spring after leaving Jiangnan.

Mo Xi began to pick up his hobbies before he came to the throne, and became addicted to reciting poems and Taoism. He even ordered his servants to get a set of white Taoist robes.His attitude towards Qin Guangzhao also changed from resentment to indifference, but he would always reply to Qin Guangzhao's words.

Qin Guangzhao understands him, he has lost hope of life and can only find himself in nothingness.However, he is the hope of Mo Xi's life.

"Zi Yu?"

When Qin Guangzhao entered the hospital, Mo Xi was "reciting music", incorporating the "Qing Jing Sutra" into the piano music, and chanting it selflessly.Qin Guangzhao didn't bother him, but listened quietly from the sidelines, and his restless heart, which had just been disturbed by trivia in court, slowly calmed down.

After Mo Xi finished reciting the long Taoist scriptures, he ignored Qin Guangzhao who was sitting beside him, and went out to clean the courtyard.

"Ziyu, why don't you ask your bosom friend how I play?" Qin Guangzhao caught up with Mo Xi and pulled him into his arms.

"You are not my bosom friend." Mo Xi replied sullenly, "You are an enemy."

"If you're an enemy, you can't be a bosom friend? You don't ask me, I'll tell you. Ziyu just recited the music without any flaws, but Ziyu's heart is restless, and the piano sound is impetuous. Especially... after seeing me."

Mo Xi glanced at him indifferently: "Disturbing Qingxiu also blames the fidgety music of the piano."

"Haha, who said I blame you for being irritable. Ziyu, when you saw me, you forgot all the pure and calm Taoism. Does this mean that you pluck the strings, and I pluck the heartstrings, um ?" Qin Guangzhao blocked Mo Xi's way, forcing him to listen to his unreasonable words.

"you……"

"Ziyu, a pure heart is a good thing, but with me here, do you still want to have few desires?" Qin Guangzhao suddenly put his arms around Mo Xi's waist.

Qin Guangzhao let go before Mo Xi got annoyed, "Accompany me to Jingshan for a stroll. Just let you relax."

Mo Xi didn't answer, so Qin Guangzhao told him that there were some masters on Jingshan Mountain, and Mo Xi had some recent knowledge about Taoism that he could ask him for advice.Firstly, Mo Xi is completely self-taught today, and Mo Xi has always had a lot of doubts about Mo Xi, who is rigorous in learning; secondly, he is too disobedient to Qin Guangzhao, so there is no guarantee that he will not get angry and his nature will relapse.

Jingshan is in the capital, and you can go back and forth in one day.Mo Xi and Qin Guangzhao went out in casual clothes, and went to Jingshan to see the beautiful scenery along with the crowds of spring outings in Jingshan.

Mo Xi didn't know that the so-called master of Taoism was a Taoist priest specially invited by Qin Guangzhao from Zhongnan Mountain, and he also said that he really met the master of Yunyou, and had a great chat.

Qin Guangzhao said that he was not interested in Yin-Yang Taoism, so he went to look around first.

"Your Excellency has a deep understanding of Taoism. In fact, one can understand Taoism in daily life, and there are opportunities everywhere in the mortal world. You might as well go to the Qiancheng Stele to have a look, maybe you will have an epiphany."

"Then can I ask the Taoist priest to go with me?" Mo Xi firmly believed that if he went there with the guidance of the Taoist priest, he would definitely gain something.

"The poor Taoist has been here for a long time. There is still an appointment with him today, so I can't go with you." Daoist Meng bowed slightly.

"Then it's not easy to force the Taoist priest to stay. I would like to thank the Taoist priest for his guidance." Mo Xi watched him leave, then turned and walked towards the Gancheng Stele.

"Zi Yu."

Qin Guangzhao leaned against the pine tree and called softly in the setting sun.