Master is a white moonlight

Three days later, Mo Yu suddenly received an invitation from Tianyin Pavilion.

"Boss Mo, since when did Tianyin Pavilion send out invitations like others?" The maid stood aside and respectfully handed the invitations in front of Mo Yu, "It's really a rare thing."

Mo Yu was wearing an emerald green gown, sitting on a bench in the gazebo to enjoy the cool air.Holding a white porcelain teacup in his hand, a long tea fragrance wafts from the cup from time to time.

Mo Yu put the white porcelain teacup in his hand on the stone table aside, took the invitation from the maid, and opened it.

With lowered brows and eyes, as he glanced at the invitation card, the look in his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Boss Mo, what's the matter with you?" The maid has served Mo Yu for many years, so she is naturally familiar with every change in Mo Yu's expression.

"It's okay, remember to wake me up early tomorrow." Mo Yu said, throwing the invitation card on the stone table, and said calmly, "I will still sleep in Doctor Leng's room at night."

"Boss Mo, what's important tomorrow, do you need to go out?" the maid asked respectfully, "I'd better make preparations earlier."

"Tomorrow, I will go to Tianyin Pavilion to listen to a play with Dr. Leng."

"Boss Mo, who has so much face?" The servant girl's eyes widened in surprise, "I still need Tianyin Pavilion to post a post in person, please go over and support me."

Mo Yu unhurriedly picked up the white porcelain teacup on the stone table, gently scraped the tea leaves floating on the water with the lid of the cup, and said two words lightly, "Long Fei."

"This..." The servant girl was even more surprised when she heard this, and was speechless for a long time, "Master Changfei, why is this..."

"Remember to prepare a few more flower baskets." Mo Yu lowered his head and took a sip of fragrant tea, thought for a while and ordered, "Take my set of 'Golden Phoenix Yu Fei' too."

"'Golden Phoenix Yu Fei'?!" The servant girl was afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she asked again for confirmation.

"Well, yes." Mo Yu said lightly, "Remember to bring it."

"Yes, Boss Mo, I'll go down and get ready." The maid said, and was about to salute and leave.

"Don't panic, I'll go to the west courtyard first." Mo Yu frowned slightly, looking at the emerald green lotus pond in front of him, "As for tomorrow's itinerary, we will make a decision later."

Mohist Mansion, West Courtyard.

Chang Fei was wearing a snow-white gown, holding a folding fan in his hand, and was practicing opera in his room.

"Sitting alone in the palace for several years, Shengjia doted on me first. It's so lonely in the palace, I can't live up to Chang'e and sleep alone."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Boss Mo's familiar voice.

"Chang Fei." Mo Yu stood at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, "It's me."

Changfei quickly stopped and put away the folding fan in his hand.He hurried to the door and opened the door.

"Boss Mo, you're here, please come inside!" Chang Fei said respectfully, turning his side slightly.

Mo Yu nodded slightly, and raised the hem of the gown with one hand.Step over the threshold and enter the house.

"How's the opera?" Mo Yu went straight to the low wooden table by the window, and sat on the chair next to it.

"Back to Boss Mo, you've almost finished practicing." Chang Fei stood in front of Mo Yu, kept a certain distance, lowered his head, and replied.

"This is Peking opera, not Kunqu opera." Mo Yu looked at Chang Fei with a pair of phoenix eyes, and asked mercilessly, "Are you sure you can sing well?"

"YOFC studied Peking Opera for a year with the old troupe master, although it never..."

"It's just nonsense!" Mo Yu said, picking up the teacup with half a cup of tea left on the table, and smashed it hard on the ground.

With a "pop", the teacup fell to the ground, and the tea mixed with the tea leaves splashed all over the floor.

"Boss Mo, Changfei knew it was wrong!" Chang Fei knelt down on both knees, repeatedly admitting his mistake, "Yangfei knew it was wrong!"

Changfei lowered his head, not daring to look into Boss Mo's eyes, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Although Boss Mo is usually strict, he has never been so angry like today.

"Why did you learn Kunqu opera from me?" Mo Yu said sternly to Chang Fei with a sullen face, "Look up and look at me to answer."

"I.....I'm for..." Chang Fei raised his head obediently and stammered.

"For the role, right?"

"Boss Mo, I want to become a famous actor like you."

"Naturally, who doesn't want to be a character." Mo Yu smiled, and her face darkened in an instant, "It took me nearly seven years to get to where I am today."

"Singing skills need to be accumulated over time." Mo Yu said seriously, "Having a solid foundation is the only shortcut for you to become a role, instead of relying on others to praise you."

"I've told you this truth more than once, have you forgotten all about it?"

"Boss Mo, Changfei dare not forget!" Seeing this, Changfei quickly leaned over and kowtowed, "Yangfei dare not forget!"

Mo Yu glared angrily at Chang Fei who kept kowtowing in front of him, his frowning brows finally relaxed, and he said calmly, "Get up."

After receiving the order, Chang Fei stopped kowtowing and stood up slowly.

"Go and sue Boss Wu, and push the show away." Mo Yu said coldly.

"But... Boss Mo." Chang Fei hesitated, "In this case, I don't know how to explain to the Prime Minister."

"You don't need to explain." Mo Yu stood up as he said, and flicked his sleeves, "I'll just explain."

"Boss Mo!" Seeing that Boss Mo was about to leave, Changfei stepped forward a few steps. With a "boom", he knelt down on the ground again.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu stopped, but still turned his back to Chang Fei, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Boss Mo, just let me go on stage and sing "The Drunken Concubine" once." Chang Fei said with his head down and tears streaming down his face, "I am already dying, and I went to Huangquan Road because of the medicine test at some point. Everyone knows how powerful this white flour is, how many of those people who smoked white flour can survive?!"

"I just want to realize my long-cherished wish in these last few days." Changfei looked at Mo Yu with great grief and begged, "I hope Boss Mo will take pity on me."

Mo Yu stood where she was, and smiled disappointedly.He walked out of the room without looking back.

After leaving the west courtyard, Mo Yu went straight back to Leng Yijiao's room.

Leng Yizhen, dressed in a pink dress, was sitting at the desk reading a book.Seeing that Mo Yu had returned, he quickly put down the ancient book in his hand and stood up.

"Mo Yu, what's the matter with you?" Leng Yijiao came to Mo Yu, saw that the man's expression was not very good, and grabbed Mo Yu's wrist, "What's wrong?"

Mo Yu raised her head, smiled faintly at Leng Yizhen, and shook her head lightly, "No."

"Come here, I'll take your pulse." Leng Yijiao was still worried, holding Mo Yu's hand all the way, walking towards the desk.

The two came to the desk and sat opposite each other.

Mo Yu looked at Leng Yizhen who was taking his pulse, and his mind was full of thoughts.

When Leng Yizhen finished his pulse and was about to withdraw his hand, Mo Yu held his hand tightly.

"Xian'er, the one you love is me, right?" Mo Yu interlocked his fingers with Leng Yiluo's and asked suddenly.

"Judging from the pulse condition, you are in good health." Leng Yizhen frowned slightly, looking at Mo Yu inexplicably, "Why are you asking such a question suddenly?"

Leng Yijiao was about to get up, but Mo Yu pushed him down on the desk, and pressed him down.

With a "crash", the white manuscript paper was scattered all over the floor.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Leng Yizhen blushed suddenly, and pushed the ink feather on his body with both hands, "It's broad daylight, you stinky rascal!"

"I want to hear you tell me once." Mo Yu looked at Leng Yizhen firmly, her curly hair was hanging down around Leng Yizhen's neck.

"What did you say?" Leng Yizhen blinked his almond eyes, looked at Mo Yu and asked in confusion.

"Say you love me." Mo Yu's amber pupils were full of affection.

"This..." Leng Yizheng's blushing cheeks became even redder when he heard it, "Why do you want me to say such things all of a sudden?"

"Speak or not?"

"Ok?"

Before Leng Yizhen could react, Mo Yu leaned over and approached.The soft lips were accurately attached to Leng Yizhen's lips, and the tip of the tongue directly pried the opponent's jaw open.

Mo Yu's kiss was very domineering, almost devouring.

"Mmm...Mmm..." Leng Yijiao was almost out of breath after being kissed, and blurted out a soft moan, wrapping his arms around Mo Yu's neck.

After the kiss was over, the two looked at each other breathlessly.After a while, the breathing became steady.

"Xian'er, I love you." Mo Yu lowered her pair of phoenix eyes, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, and said affectionately while looking at Leng Yizhen.

"I love you too." Leng Yizhen raised the corner of his mouth and gently scratched the bridge of Mo Yu's nose.

"Xian'er, play chess with me, okay?" Mo Yu got the answer she wanted as she wished, and was suddenly overjoyed, and stretched out her hand to pull Leng Yizhu up from the desk.

"Then you have to give me a son."

If this person was also born in the 21st century, he would definitely be qualified to participate in the International Go Competition, and he might even come back with a national championship.

"Okay, I'll let you have a son."

"No, you are too powerful. You have to let me have two sons."

"Xiao'er, you're too shameless."

"Then you win every time, do you find it interesting?"

"Well, I'll let you win this time."

"Whoever wants you to let me go on purpose, I just want you to let me have two sons."

"Okay, I'll let you three sons."

"Don't, don't." Leng Yizhen shook his head again and again, "Just let the two sons go, otherwise it will feel like I'm bullying you."

While talking, the two walked towards the low wooden table in front of the window.

The windows were wide open, and the breeze blew in from time to time, and the golden sunlight flooded the floor.

The two sat leaning against the window, Mo Yu was holding a white chess piece, and Leng Yizhen was holding a black chess piece.

Leng Yizhen lowered his eyebrows, looked at the chessboard seriously, thinking about where the pieces in his hand should fall, and the hair on his ears and temples was blown up by the breeze from time to time.

With a happy smile on the corner of Mo Yu's mouth, she raised her hand and hooked that disobedient strand of hair behind her ear for Leng Yiluo.