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Chu WanNing was lying on the bed, his mind was dizzy, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes very vague.
He seemed to hear a quarrel between two people in a trance, it seemed to be Shi Mei and Mo Ran, and then the sound of the quarrel disappeared, and there was only the whistling wind in his ears.
Later, he seemed to be lying in the warm quilt, someone was talking to him, the broken voice seemed to come from across the ocean, he couldn't hear clearly, only a few words drifted in occasionally, what past life, what master¡ª ¡ª He vaguely felt that this seemed to be Shi Mo's voice, but he didn't have much strength to digest, and these sentences quickly dispersed like morning fog.
His memories became complete little by little, and became clear little by little. The memory of his previous life was like rainwater flowing into a river, and finally heading to the sea.
The first thing he dreamed of was the deep corridor, the corridor was built on the top of death and life with the red lotus water pavilion, the corridor was covered with branches of wisteria, and when the wind blows, the fragrant snow falls, and the paper is full of fragrance.
He was sitting on the porch, writing a letter at a stone desk.
Letters cannot be sent out, and Emperor Taxian does not allow him to contact outsiders, nor does he allow him to raise pigeons or any animals. Even the outside of the red lotus waterside pavilion has been overlapped with countless howling curses.
But Chu Wanning still wrote.
It's so lonely, a person, a world, probably will live like this for a lifetime.
If you say you're not bored, that's a lie.
The letter was written to Xue Meng, and there was nothing much. It was nothing more than asking about the recent situation, whether it was safe, asking how the sun and moon were outside, and how the old man was.
However, in fact, there is no old friend.
So I wrote a letter slowly all afternoon without much content. At the end of the writing, I was a little dazed, thinking in a trance of the days when the three little apprentices were all at peace by my side, and I once taught them to write poems and paint with pens.
Both Xue Meng and Shi Mo learned very quickly, only Mo Ran, who wrote a word three or four times is wrong, and he has to teach him by hand.
What did you write at that time?
Chu Wanning was in a daze, and the pen and ink slowly spread on the rice paper.
He first wrote "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand", and then he wrote "Life has no roots, floating like dust on the moss", stroke by stroke, neatly.
Whether it is writing books or letters, his handwriting is always clear and correct. He is afraid that the readers will not understand, and he is also afraid that his disciples will follow him.
The character is like a person, and the spine is extremely proud.
He wrote "Where is the old friend" and "Where is the sea and mountains?"
Later, the wind blows the wisteria flowers to fall, resting on the huanhua paper, he is reluctant to brush, looking at the faint and magnificent purple, the pen gradually turns, and writes "Dream wakes up the world to see the light rain, and the mountains and rivers still seem gentle. "
Flat and flat.
May I be like a star king like a moon, with a bright and clean night and night stream.
As I wrote and wrote, my eyes couldn't help softening, as if I had returned to the quiet and good old days.
The wind blew up, and the paper was blown up, and some paperweights were not pressed properly, and they were blown up, and in the afternoon sun, they were messy all over the place.
Chu Wanning put down the brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems in that place.
One after another, they fell on the grass, beside the stone steps, among the dead flowers and among the dead leaves. He was about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of falling flowers.
Suddenly a slender and well-proportioned hand with well-defined joints appeared in the field of vision, picking up the page before him.
"what are you writing?"
Chu Wanning was stunned, straightened up, and there was a tall and handsome man standing in front of him, it was the emperor Jun Mo Weiyu who came to the water pavilion at some time.
Chu WanNing said: "nothing."
Mo Ran wore a black gold robe, a nine-pronged crown, and a dragon scale finger on his narrow pale fingers. He had obviously just returned from the court. He first glanced at Chu Wanning indifferently, then shook the paper in his hand, and after reading two paragraphs, his eyes narrowed: "Seeing the letter is like meeting, and the letter is comfortable"
After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes: "What does this mean?"
"Means nothing."
As Chu Wanning said, he wanted to take the letter back, but Mo Ran simply raised his hand to block it.
"Don't." He said, "Why are you nervous?" After saying this, he looked down carefully, glanced at a few lines, and said calmly, "Oh. Written for Xue Meng?"
"Written by hand." Chu Wanning didn't want to hurt others, and said, "I didn't plan to send it out."
Mo Ran sneered: "You don't have the ability to send it out."
Chu Wanning had nothing to say to him, and turned back to the table to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on that table. Unexpectedly, Ta Xianjun followed and walked over.sp;Chu Wanning's clothes are messy, lying in the wisteria flowers, lying in the poetry pen and ink, there are red marks at the end of his eyes, like the color dyed on the fingertips when the rouge flowers are pinched off.
The lips have been bitten and are full of blood.
He got up, and slowly put on his clothes After being under house arrest for so long, from the initial Cruciatus to the present, nothing is worse than death.
With his spirit core destroyed, what else can he do now? The so-called dignity, but only after the fact, you must stubbornly dress yourself, and you don't want to be faked by others.
When he was doing all this, Mo Ran was sitting at the stone table, holding the letters he had written, and reading them one by one.
When he saw the piece of paper looking at Xiao Yu in the dream world, his hands seemed to be slightly frozen, but soon he turned over the paper, and said mockingly: "The bones are soft, but the words are still pretty." .¡±
He put the stack of letters into his robe and stood up.
The wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and the gold threads on the black crown flowed in splendor.
"gone."
Chu Wanning didn't speak.
Mo Ran squinted his eyes, and the wisteria flower shadow made his black eyes deeper and deeper: "Don't you send me off?"
The shade of the trees was flowing, Chu Wanning's voice was low and hoarse, and he said slowly: "I taught you."
Mo Ran stunned: "What?"
"Seeing a letter is like meeting you, and it makes you look good." After he finished speaking, he finally raised his eyelashes, and took a look at the man who was extremely talented, "I taught you to write, but you forgot."
"You taught me to write?" Mo Ran frowned, this is not deliberately teasing Chu Wanning, looking at him, he really has no impression at all.
The person who was about to leave stopped again.
Mo Ran asked: "When did it happen?"
Chu WanNing looked at him and said, "A long time ago."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the house of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.
The ink burning pestle was in the same place, and it didn't leave or come in for a while. Later, Chu Wanning caught a glimpse of him from the window and returned to the stone table, flipping through the remaining stack of letters under the paperweight.
Chu WanNing also closed the window.
That night, because he was tortured and didn't know how to wash himself well, he caught a cold.
Yuan is not a big deal, he thinks Mo Ran will not know. But for some unknown reason that day, according to Mr. Liu, it seemed that Song Qiutong cooked a bowl of Chaoshou, and for some reason it provoked Emperor Ta Xian to be furious. walk away.
It was late at night and it started to rain heavily. At this time, someone came from the red lotus pavilion.
"Your Majesty has an order to ask Master Chu to move to the palace."
These followers clearly knew the relationship between Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, but Mo Ran asked him to call him a master.
If it is not that there is still a trace of kindness, it is mean and vicious.
?Chu WanNing was feeling very uncomfortable, his face was very pale, and he was very gloomy. He said, "Don't go."
"Your Majesty has¡ª"
"There is nothing to go."
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Going to bed with a patient is naturally not an interesting thing. When he was particularly unwell in the past, Mo Ran basically would not force anything.
But not long after, the dismissed palace man came back again. He entered the red lotus water pavilion, saluted in front of Chu Wanning, who was coughing badly, and then said indifferently: "Your Majesty has an order, my little one." I am fine, please go to Wushan Hall to serve and go to bed." (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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