Mr. Fu ran away again today

"April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples begin to bloom."

Mo Chen looked at the peach blossoms blooming all the way from the mountainside with his hands behind his back, and he was intoxicated by this poem.

The temperature on Mochen Island is always lower than outside, at this moment there is not a single peach blossom in the whole Bai'an City, only his Mochen Island is burning with peach blossoms.

Mo Chen was wearing white clothes loosely around his body, and leaning against a peach tree, he was particularly eye-catching in this sea of ​​flowers.His hair was randomly tied up in a bun at the back of his head, and the strands of his hair were disheveled by the spring breeze, but he looked a bit pure and straight.

He held a wine jug made of white porcelain in his hand, and leaned back to take a sip. The fine wine with the aroma of peach blossoms made people get drunk before drinking.

"Island owner, there is no temple on Mochen Island!"

The ugly boy walked into the peach grove, carrying a food box in his hand, squatting on the side of the short table, and made fun of the master unceremoniously.

"It's not as good as a temple." Hearing this, Mo Chen glared at the 14-year-old boy, straightened up and lay down on the bamboo couch covered with soft fox fur, and fell into the mortal world, "The monks can still see each other on New Years and holidays." Female pilgrims offering incense, all men on this ruined island, I am annoyed to see them!"

I don't know which girl hurt the patriarch of Mochen Island, and made a rule that women are not allowed to enter the island.

In order not to break the rules, the later owner of the island specially built another house on Mochen Mountain outside Mochen Island for people with female relatives on the island to live in.Year after year, there are fewer and fewer people on this island. When Mo Chen became the owner of the island, apart from the three regular morning meetings every month, there were only Mo Chen and others left on the big island. All his servants and guards.

Life is so lonely... Island Master Mo lamented.

"Annoying?" The servant held the peach blossom soup in the food box in front of Mo Chen, and asked with a smile, "Why didn't Mr. Fu see you annoyed when he came?"

"Nonsense, that's Fu Chuxi!" Mo Chen raised his brows with indescribable pride, "I hired a financial manager from the capital with a lot of money! He has first-class professional ability and is a beauty. Can he be the same as those old bastards?"

"Be careful of being listened to by Mr. Fu, he hates people calling him a beauty." The servant reminded.

"I'm afraid, after all, I'm the master." Mo Chen looked embarrassed.

"Hello, Mr. Fu—" the servant suddenly got up and said respectfully.

Mo Chen took a mouthful of the peach blossom soup before he could eat it, so he hurriedly put it on the low table next to him, and started tidying his clothes in a hurry, while hurriedly explaining: "I mean, I dreamed of a beautiful woman last night, yes, I dreamed of a beautiful woman ..." After he fastened his belt again, he didn't see anyone approaching, and when he looked around, there was only a peach blossom forest that couldn't be seen.

It was only then that Mo Chen realized that he had been tricked by this boy again!

"Xu Xiaoliang! Let's see if I won't beat you to death today!" Mo Chen raised the glass bowl of peach blossom soup and was about to smash the bastard.

Xu Xiaoliang immediately hugged his head and jumped out of sight: "Those are a pair of glass bowls that Mr. Fu gave you, smash them and they will be gone!"

Mo Chen was annoyed for a long time, but in the end he was not willing to throw it out. He sat down on the beauty's couch and ate his peach blossom soup without thinking.

After only taking two bites, he heard the sound of footsteps coming back, Mo Chen pretended not to know, and when he caught sight of a figure with his eyelids, he grabbed the white porcelain jug beside him and smashed it out forcefully.

"Haha——I can't beat you to death, you brat..." As soon as I uttered the last word, I wished I could swallow it all back.

Where is Xu Xiaoliang in front of me?

Wearing an ink blue long-sleeved robe, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, his eyes are as deep as a pool of water, and there is a coldness in it. Even the peach blossoms can't soften the coldness around him at the moment.This extremely handsome man who looks like a god, there is only one person in the entire Mochen Island.

Mo Chen looked at Fu Chuxi, who was holding the white porcelain jug he threw out, and half of his sleeve was wet, stood there for a while, and finally smiled a few times, holding half a bowl of peach blossom soup in front of Fu Chuxi, " Would you like Mr. Fu's peach blossom soup? I cooked it for you, a specialty of Mochen Island."

The boy hiding behind the peach blossom tree rolled his eyes, obviously he had been guarding the small stove all morning to cook the soup, but the master took credit for it.

Fu Chuxi frowned, put the jug back on the low table, took out a handkerchief, but didn't rush to wipe off the wet sleeves, raised her hand to wipe off the peach blossom debris on the corner of Mo Chen's mouth, and then lifted the robe on the Sitting down on the bamboo couch, he glanced at Mo Chen: "You are disheveled and doing nothing all day long, what else do you do besides bickering with the boys?"

Sure enough, you were scolded, right?

The boy took pleasure in other people's misfortune, every time Mr. Fu came, their island owner was half a head shorter, as if Mr. Fu was the owner of the island.

Mo Chen looked pious: "Cook peach blossom soup——Xiaoliang, go and serve a bowl of peach blossom soup that I cooked myself for Mr. Fu to taste!"

The little servant responded, and finally sold face to the master, obediently went to serve the soup.

"This is last month's account, do you read it yourself or should I tell you?" Fu Chuxi put several books on the couch and looked at Mo Chen.

"Tell me." Mo Chen said with a smile.

Fu Chuxi told Mo Chen the accounts of last month one by one. When the boy came back, he saw Fu Chuxi sitting comfortably on the couch, and his master and student stood aside with his hands down. Overheard by Fu Chuxi, she glanced at him coldly.

The servant hurriedly brought the glazed bowl to Fu Chuxi: "Mr. Fu, this is the peach blossom soup made by our island owner himself. Would you like to try it?"

Fu Chuxi asked the servant to put the peach blossom soup aside first, report all the accounts first, and finally took up the glass bowl.

Only then did he seem to remember that Mo Chen was still standing aside: "What are you doing standing up? Sit down."

Mo Chen smiled, and sat down next to Fu Chuxi. Fu Chuxi frowned slightly, and only glanced at him, Mo Chen hurriedly moved away two feet.

Mr. Fu is good at everything, but he doesn't like people getting too close to him.

Mo Chen sat next to him, propping his chin to watch Mr. Fu eating peach blossom soup, tsk tsk, beauty looks so good even when eating.

Fu Chuxi took a few mouthfuls of peach blossom soup, and remembered something: "Oh, there is one more thing, I almost forgot to tell you."

"Tell me." Mo Chen was in a good mood, he picked up the jug, saw that there were still a few sips of wine in it, and poured it into his mouth.

"Do you know the Chen family troupe, which is a hot theater troupe right now?"

"Uh-huh."

"I bought it."

"...cough cough cough cough—"

Mo Chen was choked by the wine, coughed for a long time before covering his chest and shouting frantically, "Die to the troupe raiser! Did you read the island regulations when you entered the island? Ancestor!" Mo Chen was so angry that he burst into foul language.

Fu Chuxi raised the corners of her lips, with a calm face: "I don't dare to be that."

Mochen Island has many rules.

It's so big that you can't betray the teacher's school, and it's so small that you can't spit anywhere. All the rules add up to one or two hundred rules.When Mo Chen first entered the teacher's school, the first thing he did was to recite the island rules until he vomited.

He felt that the island owners of all generations were very strange, so he just added a few rules to the island rules if there was nothing to do, as if he would be the island owner for nothing if he didn't add them.

Speaking of which, the rule of death for troupe raisers was added by his master.Once he went back to his old man's house to travel for two years, and when he came back, he shut himself up for three days. The first thing he did when he opened the door was to add two rules.

In addition to this one, there is another one - "Parrots are not allowed on the island, and offenders will be liable twenty times."

Is one more strange than the other?

Among all the rules of the island, Mo Chen was deeply impressed by these two added by his master.

Because on the day when the rules were added, the parrot raised by Mo Chen was roasted by the master and served as a side dish, not only that, he was also whipped twice.One meal was for the parrot, and the other meal was said to be a precautionary measure to prevent him from raising an opera troupe to support actors on a whim.

Still holding an actor?

Mo Chen died unjustly, with the money he received every month, it was enough to bring the servants back to the restaurant when he went out, not to mention what kind of theater he entered, he didn't even know what the singer looked like, so the beating was for nothing .

He still remembered the pain of that whip, and his back was burning when he thought of it.

So when Fu Chuxi said that he bought a theater troupe, Mo Chen immediately became furious.

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