Fostering apprentices

The first time Mu Chu saw Yan Nan was outside the royal city, outside the city were all the fleeing common people, unkempt, all scrambling to enter the city.

It was still very cold in November, like falling into an ice cellar, and it was not much better here in Wangcheng, Mu Chu curled up in a corner, with only a tattered piece of clothing on her body.The corpse in front of him had already started to stink, and even he didn't know its name or where it came from.

Compared to other refugees who were eager to find a refuge in Wangcheng, Mu Chu was very calm, not even looking like he was fleeing, but waiting for someone somewhere.

When Yan Nan saw him, his face was stained with dust, and his appearance was not much different from that group of refugees, but just looking at him like this, the pair of clear pupils in the young man's eyes hit him deeply. between hearts.

Once upon a time, he had seen such a pair of clean eyes.

He chuckled lightly, opened the folding fan in his hand, and walked towards Mu Chu: "Can you come with me?"

Mu Chu looked up at him, his eyes were still as calm as ever, his mouth moved, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

At that time Chu Mu was 15 years old and Yan Nan was 21 years old.

He is already the most famous actor in Wangcheng.

Yan Nan didn't tell him why he was taken in or what the purpose was, and he didn't tell Yan Nan who he was or where he came from.

He became the most popular apprentice in the Goulan courtyard, the one with the most special status. Of course, he only had one master.

When the birds outside the window were just chirping, Mu Chu pushed Yan Nan's door open with the freshly brewed tea. The people in the cabinet hadn't woken up yet, and the room was much quieter than other places.He put the tea on the mahogany table, and when he was about to get up and leave, a lazy voice came from the cabinet:

"Hey, go to Yongcui Pavilion and get Master's favorite rouge."

Yan Nan likes the rouge made by Miss Yongcuige Liu the most, he doesn't use it when he buys it, he just finds a place to put it somewhere, offering it every day like an ancestor.

That day, Mu Chu went to Yongcui Pavilion on North Street to buy a lot of these rouges and put them in front of the master. He smiled and put the rouges in the small cabinet as before, neatly arranged, so that Mu Chu could see Put a word "cloud" inside.

This word is very common in Master's place. I don't know which son or lady left it.

Because he knew that Yan Nan never applied rouge.

He was of a relatively noble status in Goulan Courtyard, and he would not pick up guests like those low-level actors, but occasionally when he was in high spirits, he would sit behind the bead curtain and play the piano, pretending to be elegant, and would attract a large group of people to spend a lot of money on him.

This is how the reputation of the first son of Wangcheng came about.

But no one knew where Yan Nan came from, what he used to do, his parents, his family members, knew nothing about it.

Even Mu Chu didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Just like that, he spent four years in the biggest fireworks place in Wangcheng.

He is 19 years old and Yan Nan is 25 years old.

"Xiao Muchu is getting more and more lively." One afternoon, after Yan Nan woke up like before, he lay down on the teacher's chair, holding a piano score that he didn't know where to find in his hand, and lay down when he was tired of reading. On the chair, Mu Chu practiced his sword in the small yard, he just watched and said a few words from time to time.

"That's for describing women." Mu Chu withdrew his long sword, walked to him and saw that the thin sheet music was still new, thinking in his heart that this person was trying to sell dog meat, he didn't even read it.

Yan Nan is lazy, and it manifests in various aspects. He will never sit when he can lie down. Everyone in the Goulan Courtyard knows this, but he has a very kind temper. Almost everyone in the yard has received his favor, especially Yingyue in the small courtyard next door.

As soon as he thought about Yingyue, that person came towards here in a hurry, and he heard his voice before seeing him, "Yan Nan, Yan Nan, are you awake?"

More noisy, Mu Chu thinks this person is the most noisy.

Yingyue is also a luthier, probably because he and his master share similar tastes, they were arranged together. They have nothing to do every day, except for walking the birds and bickering with each other. .

Just as he was thinking, the man had already approached, saw Mu Chu standing aside, and greeted him: "Little Mu Chu, have you improved your martial arts today?"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb." The master who was lying on the grand master's chair had already sat up, raised his hand and threw a book on Yingyue's head. With a little warning, he said: "Be careful, I will cripple you."

Then he glanced cautiously at the young man standing beside him, seeing that his face hadn't changed much, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are you doing here, I don't think my small courtyard welcomes you very much."

Yingyue was slapped hard by the book, he cursed in a low voice, rubbed his head, and just raised his eyes when he heard his words, he immediately pointed to Yan Nan and said, "Where is your courtyard not welcoming me?"

"Look, as soon as you come, the flowers will fall." Yan Nan pointed to a pot of small flowers placed in the fence with a half-smile.

"Where did it wither?" He saw that the flowers were still blooming very well, and even some flower buds were about to open, without the slightest hint of withering in Yan Nan's mouth.

The person lying on the teacher's chair called softly: "Xiao Shiwu."

He called Mu Chu by his nickname, which was based on his peers in the yard. Mu Chu happened to be No. 15, so he simply called Xiao Shiwu, but he only called out when he was joking.

Although Mu Chu was very concerned about the nickname, it was originally done by his parents, but fortunately, he did it all.

Now his master was pointing at the flower pot in the fence, and Mu Chu also understood what he meant, slowly retracted his long sword, walked to the fence, stretched out his hand and picked off the flourishing flower, and then Just threw it on the ground.

Yingyue seemed to be used to it, but she still couldn't restrain her dislike for the pair of master and apprentice.

Destroying flowers with hot hands, saying that the two of them are absolutely right.

Yingyue couldn't express her anger, so she could only stare dryly, scolding the little white-eyed wolf in front of her all the time, thankfully she had helped him when he first entered the Goulan courtyard.

If I had known it earlier, I would have thrown it out to feed the wolves.

After seeing Yingyue off, Yan Nan lay back on his little chair, this time he put the book directly on his face, and he just lay on it carelessly.

"Master, you will catch a cold if you fall asleep like this." In a blink of an eye, the man fell asleep again.

Mu Chu removed the book that was covering his face, but the man still opened his eyes, a pair of clear eyes remained motionless, which really shocked him.

"Yan Nan, you're going to scare me to death."

"Why, you called me master just now." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sat up from the grand teacher's chair and straightened his messy clothes. His originally rosy face became a little pale. Feeling vulnerable.

He had felt this feeling for four years, probably because Yan Nan had done something wrong before, and after being let down by someone, he became such an idiot, resentful and weak.

In the end, Mu Chu obediently called him Master. He seemed to be used to calling him this way all these years, and he was not used to calling him by his name for the first time.

In the afternoon, Yan Nan went out with Yingyue. Mu Chu wanted to follow him, but was rejected, and the two walked towards West Street mysteriously.

Mu Chu looked at the two people walking side by side in front of him, and felt dazzling for the first time.

Probably Yingyue dressed too fancy today.

He tidied up the room and put incense in Yan Nan's room. Master liked sandalwood, so he could only put this in the room. If he smelled other incense, he would definitely pick up a book and throw it at it.

The bed is actually very clean. In fact, it can be said that there is nothing to tidy up in this room. There is nothing valuable in Master’s house. The rouge of Emerald Pavilion.

These years, the master didn't ask him to buy rouge. Instead, there was a girl with a juicy appearance who delivered the rouge to the door after a few days. He was responsible for paying the money, and the master was responsible for collecting the few kinds of rouge.

He had never heard his master say anything about Rouge, and Yingyue didn't know about it, so since his master didn't tell him, he didn't ask.

When approaching West Street, Yan Nan suddenly stopped in his tracks. He opened the folding fan in his hand, and the word "Jing" was written on it impressively. This fan was given by the abbot of the temple when he first arrived in Wangcheng.

Peace of mind.

He is naturally very calm, but now, he is a little anxious.

"Are you sure it works?"

Yingyue nodded, "I asked a lot of people, and these quack doctors are better than imperial doctors."

Yan Nan still couldn't believe it, there was always a kind of poison in his little Muchu's body, it wouldn't kill him in a short time, but it could slowly corrode a person's body, gradually aging, even the basic internal strength could not use.

He has lived with Mu Chu for so many years, how could he not know this.

The child was just bored in his heart and didn't say anything, why didn't it make people feel distressed?

No matter what this time, he will try.

At dusk, Mu Chu stood in front of the small courtyard and hadn't seen his master come back. The Goulan courtyard was especially lively at night, and everyone who knew Mu Chu would say hello to him.

"Where is Xiao Shiwu waiting for Anan?"

"Look, this is someone else's apprentice."

"I really envy Anan for having such a good apprentice."

Apprentice?Mu Chu felt that this title was a bit awkward, but he couldn't explain it clearly, but he was indeed Yan Nan's apprentice.

There is a peach blossom that Master likes in the small courtyard, but the peach blossom tree has long since become a bare tree pole in winter. He remembers that Master likes to sit under the peach blossom tree and play the piano most in spring.

There are several altars of peach blossoms buried where he often does.

Master treasures it very much, and doesn't let anyone touch his wine. Only every Mid-Autumn Festival, he digs out the peach blossom drunk, stir-fry some side dishes, and have a few drinks.

Mu Chu walked under the peach blossom tree and saw a small mound of soil in front of the tree. He knew that it was a mark made by the master, and that Peach Blossom Drunk was buried here.

He squatted down slowly, pulled out his dagger and slowly threw the soil away, and a jar of wine was displayed in front of him.

The author has something to say: It's an ancient text, and the master and apprentice are bloody, so don't spray it if you don't like it.

If there are deficiencies, please forgive me and give advice.

The attack setting is a bit paranoid.

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