Merry illusion

Bring a pot of herbal tea: "Guest officer take it easy."

Mo Xian held the pot and was about to pour tea, but was attracted by the body of the pot. The white porcelain tea pot had four big characters "Yongxing Tea Pavilion" painted on it. Mo Xian raised his head to see the signboard of the tea pavilion. large characters.

Mo Xian seemed to think of something, so he quickly called the waiter in the shop and asked, "Where did you make the writing on this teapot?"

"In a small teapot shop in the south of the city."

Mo Xian hurriedly took out a piece of silver and handed it to the waiter, and then hurried away.The waiter in the shop was very serious, and shouted from behind: "Guest officer, I haven't asked you for money yet!"

The small town is not big, and Mo Xian arrived in the south of the city after walking for about half an hour. The south of the city is not a bustling area, and Mo Xian doesn't come here often. There are not many people on the street, and there are no vendors selling vegetables and brocades, so it seems a lot lonely.

Holding the fan, Mo Xian walked back and forth on the street for several times, and finally found a small shop selling porcelain through a small alley.

There are all kinds of white porcelain in the shop, some with characters and some with pictures, but most of them are with pictures. A young man in a coarse cloth robe is sitting in front of the table and is drawing something on a bottle. Concentration is completely unaware of his coming.

"Ahem, master." Mo Xian walked over and tapped the table twice with his painting fan.

Only then did the young man raise his head, his appearance did not look like someone doing these rough jobs.

The man looked at him for a long time before he came back to his senses and said, "My lord, what do you want to buy?"

Mo Xian said with a smile: "I want to buy a teapot, the kind with writing on it."

"The young master came to have a look. We have several styles of teapots here. Please choose one, so that I can describe the characters for you."

Mo Xian glanced over, pointed at a smaller and more delicate fan with a folding fan, and said, "Let's go here!"

"Sir, you have a good eye. This one is the best in our store."

Mo Xian smiled elegantly.

The man carefully took out the tea set, and asked Mo Xian: "Young master, if you have any poems and sentences you want to describe, you can describe them.

"Then draw two names on the bottom of the pot." Mo Xian wrote on the paper: Mo Xian, Shu Chen.

"Okay, young master, wait a moment." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and carefully traced the words on the bottom of the pot.

Mo Xian waited patiently, after a while, the young man showed him the bottom of the pot: "What do you think, sir?"

Words are the rules of description, Mo Xian nodded his head as satisfied.

"Young master, don't you write or draw something on the body of the pot? I'm afraid it won't look good if it's so bare,"

Mo Xian thought so too, but he really couldn't think of what to write, so he said, "You can write whatever you want!"

"I'm afraid you won't like it when I write it out." The man asked hesitantly.

Mo Xian smiled elegantly: "It doesn't get in the way."

Only then did the man describe the past for a while, Mo Xian looked around, the paintings on these pots were nothing more than green bamboos, lotus flowers, peonies, nothing new; the writings were nothing more than poems.

"My son is ready."

The ink was still wet, and the man showed him the teapot. There was an unfolded fan painted on the pot, and four lines and four sentences were written on the fan.

Mo Xian waved his fan, looked at the body of the pot, and said in his mouth: "Longsick lovesickness, lovesickness is infinite. Lovesickness hurts lovesickness, lovesickness damages your complexion."

Acacia?Mo Xian frowned slightly and thought about it.

The man thought that Mo Xian didn't like it, so he said: "If you don't like it, the ink is not dry yet, you can erase it and start writing."

"No, it's fine."

Mo Xian paid the money, and went straight to Ruogui Pavilion with the pot.

Shu Chen fingered the piano quickly, the sound of the piano was chaotic, and when he heard footsteps coming towards him, he thought it was him, but smiled wryly at himself being stupid, how could he come again.But he still couldn't help but look towards the door, and he didn't want to close his eyes when he looked at it. A figure in white was walking towards this side, and he was in front of him after a while.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?" Mo Xian smiled and grabbed Shu Chen's shoulder.

When his hands touched his body, Shu Chen felt that it was not an illusion, it was real, he was standing in front of him, thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

"Last time I saw that you didn't have a teapot and said that I would bring you one. I kept forgetting yesterday and remembered that the pots at home didn't suit you very well, so I went to the street and bought one. How about you? If not I like that we can go shopping together some other day.”

Looking at the words on it, Shu Chen couldn't help but read aloud: "Lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness." The fan was clearly the same as Mo Xian's fan, so he asked: "What is this pot? Made it now?"

Mo Xian nodded: "I don't know what to write on it, so I asked him to write a few sentences casually. I don't know whether the poem is good or not, whether you like it or not."

Shu Chen smiled lightly: "I like it."

When Mo Xian heard Shu Chen say that he likes it, he was as happy as if he had wiped honey in his heart: "As long as you like it, as long as you like it."

Shu Chen was moved in his heart, and with Mo Xian's temperament, he even lowered his face to please him.

From now on, he will never make him sad again.

happy little days

"Shu Chen, come here quickly."

Mo Xian took a bath early, lay on his side on the bed, held his head with one hand, and called him softly.

Shu Chen naturally knew what Mo Xian wanted to do, so he deliberately procrastinated, first pretending to draw circles on the poems and books, and then cleaned around with a feather duster, cleaning the table leg cabinets along the door curtains.

"Shu Chen, hurry up." Mo Xian was a little impatient.

Shu Chen dipped the handkerchief in water and wiped the piano again: "Wait a minute, right away."

Shu Chen was procrastinating on purpose, he really didn't dare to face such a scene, when he thought about it, he felt so dusty, even he felt dirty.

Mo Xian frowned and lay reclined on the bed, watching Shu Chen slowly wipe the strings of the piano, scratching his heart with all his claws.

Watching Shu Chen slowly rubbing a string and cleaning the handkerchief in the basin, Mo Xian finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned over and got out of bed, cursed secretly, and walked towards Shu Chen.

"It's getting dark, how long will it take to clean?" Mo Xian put his arms around Shu Chen's back and said softly with his chin resting on Shu Chen's shoulder.

Shu Chen's body froze, and the handkerchief in his hand fell into the water: "It will be fine soon, I will take the water out and pour it out."

"Are you supposed to do these things? What if there are no servants in the boudoir? Aunt Mei treats you so badly? How about you come and live in Mo's house with me?" After Mo Xian finished speaking, his thin lips brushed against his neck .

Even her heart trembled, and her voice trembled slightly: "No, no...it's not bad."

"How about the lady come to sleep with Xiang Gong?"

"..."

Mo Xian took a breath of hot air on his neck, which made Shu Chen numb, and hugged Shu Chen before he could answer.

Shu Chen blushed instantly, afraid that someone would see him and whispered: "Put me down."

Mo Xian would not listen to him, walked straight to the bed, took advantage of the situation and put him down on Shu Chen's body.

"Hehe, I see you can still run away now." Mo Xian had a smile on his brows and eyes, under the light, the shadows of flowers were shining brightly, imprinting a bit of evil charm.

Shu Chen was already so shy that he didn't know how to deal with himself.A pair of calm eyes are now full of tenderness and sweetness, turning into a stream of sweet spring into the heart.

The slender fingers eagerly pushed aside the cyan thin shirt, revealing the white and smooth chest, a pair of eyes burning with desire looked at each other, the cool lips fell one by one, and slowly all the clothes came off, leaving only two naked . Naked bodies intertwined.

Shu Chen was gasping for breath, his white fingers supported Mo Xian's waist, his face was already blushing with shame, leaving only a soft voice.

……

In the morning, Mo Xian woke up early, while Shu Chen was still asleep, thinking of the lingering last night, Mo Xian couldn't help evoking a smile, looking at Shu Chen's peaceful face, with thick and long eyelashes, he couldn't help stretching out his fingers to flick After a moment, the person beside him moved twice immediately, Mo Xian quickly withdrew his hand and didn't dare to touch it again, stared blankly for a while, kissed Shu Chen's cheek lightly, got up and went out.

When Shu Chen woke up, he didn't see Mo Xian, he lifted the quilt to see his naked body and the hickey marks on his body, he couldn't help but blush again, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

Where has he gone?

The folding fan is still on the table.

When he was thinking about it, Mo Xian came in with two paper bags, smiled and said to him: "Are you awake?"

"Where did you go?"

Mo Xian put the paper bag on the table and spread it out: "Buy breakfast! I didn't call you because you were still asleep."

Inexplicably touched, the dignified Mr. Mo Xian, who always stretched out his hands for food and opened his mouth, would buy breakfast for him.

"You... how could you do this." The moved voice trembled a little, and she couldn't believe it.

"Why can't I make these for you? Eat it quickly! It's still hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." Mo Xian pulled him to sit down.

Shu Chen picked up a steaming white bun, took a bite, and chewed carefully.

"Is it delicious?" Afraid that Shu Chen would say it's not delicious, he hurriedly explained: "I haven't eaten this bun either, and I don't know if it suits your taste. I just saw this shop open after walking a long way. The door, I was afraid that you would not see me when you woke up, so I bought it and hurried back."

"It's delicious. It's delicious. You can eat it too." Shu Chen felt a lot of emotions in his heart but couldn't express it. Originally, he wanted to accompany him, but it was him who warmed him up.

"it is good."

"Hehe, the young master is still arresting me!"

"I'm here! Young Master. Hehe"

There were bursts of laughter outside the door, it was the girls from Ruoboudoir playing with the guests.

Mo Xian frowned slightly and said, "Shu Chen, go live in Mo's residence!"

Shu Chen shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's pretty good."

"What's so good about this, the past guests are like this, there are many girls and ladies, you are not afraid that I will fall in love with Xinhuan again when I come back?" Mo Xian said intentionally.

Shu Chen is neither angry nor smiling