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Heng Wu lowered his eyes and saw that the young master had woken up. He lowered his head and exchanged a kiss with him, then asked with a smile, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Jun looked at the gentle Mo Heng, who didn't look like the crazy demander from last night, and his memory was a little confused for a moment.

"Could it be that I read too many storybooks last night and imagined it all?"

Chu Jun was a spirit and in very good health, so naturally he was not feeling unwell. He shook his head when he heard that.

Turning around, he saw the book in Mo Heng's hand and asked, "What is Heng Wu reading?"

"I find your storybook quite interesting." Heng Wu smiled meaningfully.

"My storybook?" Chu Jun's mind was not fully clear yet, and he thought about it.

"Isn't the only set of my own storybooks the "Buddha Sayings"?!"

Chu Jun thought of what she had written in the book, and suddenly stood up and tried to snatch the book from Mo Heng's hand, but Heng Wu put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms.

Chu Yun couldn't defeat Mo Heng, so she could only plead weakly: "Give it back to me..."

"Didn't Xiaojun like it last night? I saw that Xiaojun wrote more..." Mo Heng said with a normal expression, but before he finished speaking, the blushing young master covered his mouth.

Chu Jun felt that he had been blind for the past ten years. How could he think that the little monk in front of him was a cold-hearted and honest child? It was obvious that he was a bad boy at heart. He bullied others and pretended to be innocent.

Heng Wu saw the beautiful boy pouting, and knew that enough was enough, so he stopped talking.

Grabbing Chu Jun's wrist, Heng Wu brought it in front of him, sniffing it gently, and asked casually, "Is Xiao Jun a flower demon?"

"Heng Wu is confused. There are no flower demons in this world."

As Chu Jun said this, the tips of his ears turned red. He felt that Mo Heng's smell was too erotic, which had nothing to do with his cold appearance at the moment.

"Really?" Mo Heng didn't know whether to believe it or not. He just held Chu Jun's wrist and smelled it carefully. He didn't say anything else. The two of them ended the topic tacitly.

Chu Jun nestled in Mo Heng's arms for a while. In the afternoon, Mo Heng saw that Chu Jun was indeed not feeling unwell, so he let the young master go out to join in the fun.

The Lunar New Year is the grandest and most lively festival in Feng Dynasty, celebrated by the whole country.

Red plum blossoms vie for beauty on both sides of the streets, and large red lanterns hang in front of every house, illuminating beaming faces. The market is bustling with activity, the cries of vendors, the sounds of children playing, and the clamor of gongs, drums, and firecrackers blending into a sea of ​​joy.

Vendors displayed a dazzling array of New Year goods, from couplets and window decorations to various cakes and candies. The air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes. Jugglers performed breathtaking acrobatics among the crowd, drawing rounds of applause and cheers.

Lion dance troupes weave through the streets, their bodies draped in gold and colorful ribbons, leaping and tumbling to the beat of drums, a vibrant display of energy. Children chase them, holding colorful pinwheels, their faces beaming with innocent smiles. Teahouses and taverns are packed with guests, all filled with laughter and conversation.

Chu Jun was wearing a cloak and walking hand in hand with Mo Heng on the street. They were dazzled by the rows of small commodities and their shopping desire got the better of them, so they went on a shopping spree.

"Tanghulu~Selling Tanghulu~"

The red hawthorns are strung together, coated with golden, crispy and sweet syrup, sparkling with an attractive luster in the sun.

Seeing that Chu Jun's eyes were almost glued to the candied haws, Mo Heng tactfully bought a string and put it to the young master's mouth.

The fur on the edge of the cloak easily stuck to the candied haws. Chu Yun took off his hat and couldn't wait to take a bite of the candied haws.

Worried that the young master would be bumped into by the crowd, Mo Heng held Chu Jun's arm and led him to a place with fewer people.

"Master, Master!" Not far behind the two men, Mo Hui waited until the two men disappeared at the corner of the street before listening to the servant's voice.

"Master, did you see anyone?" Xiao Li looked in the direction the master was looking, but didn't see anything unusual.

A familiar figure flashed through Mo Hui's mind, and he said, "Nothing, I just seemed to see an old friend."

The master didn't say anything else, and Xiao Li didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just waited quietly on the side.

Mo Hui fell into memories.

Twenty years ago, his brother passed away in the villa and his sister-in-law disappeared. In the following year, Mo Hui and Mo Le searched for his sister-in-law like crazy, but to no avail.

My brother collapsed in the yard, the bed in the bedroom was messy, and my sister-in-law's shoes were lying by the bed, not to mention her coat.

Everyone said that Master Mo must have been killed in revenge, and that Madam Mo might have been murdered long ago. Mo Hui didn't believe it.

Overnight, Mo Hui lost his two most beloved people and was pushed to the position of the head of the Mo family.

When Mo Hui first met Chu Jun at the age of six, he fell in love with this beautiful sister-in-law and wanted to follow her around every day. Unfortunately, his brother was very strict, fearing that he would divert even a little attention from her. Mo Hui was defeated time and again.

Later, when he grew up a little, he knew that his brother and sister-in-law were destined not to have children, and the burden of the Mo family would fall on his shoulders. His brother had always educated him in the same way as he educated his heir.

The clever Mo Hui knew that if he really showed that he could support the Mo family, his biased brother would immediately hand over the position of head of the family to him and go travel with his sister-in-law and live in his own world.

So he tried his best to act like a dandy so that he could spend more time with his beautiful sister-in-law and brother.

He was aware of the outside world's disparagement of him, but Mo Hui had his brother and sister-in-law who loved him, so regardless of the innocuous gossip outside, he lived a very happy life.

However, all this came to an abrupt end when he was sixteen years old.

After taking over the burden of the Mo family, Mo Hui knew that he could no longer be willful. This family business did not belong to him alone, but was the hard work of his brothers, sisters-in-law and ancestors, and he could not leave it to himself.

Moreover, the Mo family is still a wealthy family, so there is a greater chance that my sister-in-law can be found.

Twenty years passed like this. Mo Hui didn't expect to see a familiar figure again in the imperial city. He watched the two of them walking together, leaning on each other, just like twenty years ago.

Mo Hui would not mistake his brother and sister-in-law's faces, but now things have changed and there is no need for him to go up and bother them. Seeing that they are still happily together is enough.

"Let's go back." Mo Hui took a deep breath and said.

Xiao Li looked at the master's moist eyes in confusion, and did not dare to say anything, but just followed quietly.

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"It's not easy to find an empty alley in the Imperial City during the Spring Festival, but how did Mo Heng find it?"

Chu Jun thought so when he was pressed against the wall and kissed.

Without checking, the candied haws in my mouth was snatched away by Mo Heng. Fortunately, I had already eaten the sweetest part, so I let Mo Heng taste the sour part.

Heng Wu ate the candied haws in his mouth, looked at the young master who was leaning against the wall, grinning with gloating smile, and kissed him again on the still sour mouth, in return he got a glare from the young master.

"Heng Wu, it turns out you were just pretending!"

"Why do you say that, young master? Heng Wu used to be an honest monk."

"A monk secretly reading other people's scripts?"

"I stumbled across this by accident. I found the story in the book quite vivid. There were some parts I didn't understand at first, but thanks to your 'annotations' I finally understood a little bit."

Chu Jun didn't know how Mo Heng developed such a thick skin, and described his detailed description of his thoughts on Heng Wu as "comments".

I should have known not to write nonsense in the book, it really hurt me!

Chu Jun left the alley angrily and went to join in the fun.

"Since I have returned to secular life, I should have a secular name. Please choose one for me." The young master was finally tired of shopping. On the way back, Heng Wu discussed with Chu Jun.

"Do you really want me to choose one? Don't worry, I'll give you an ugly name that will stay with you forever."

"Xiaojun is reluctant to do so."

"why?"

"If I were to shout that ugly name in bed..."

"Heng Wu!"

Chu Jun really admired Mo Heng's ability to keep his emotions expressionless. No matter how embarrassing the words were, he could say them without any expression.

Practicing Buddhism is more useful than practicing acting skills!

In the end, Heng Wu's secular name was naturally taken as "Mo" Heng.

Chu Jun could finally shout without restraint on the bed.

Heng Wu, however, felt that this was just the young master's revenge. "Mozhe" means unclean, but as a monk, he was addicted to lust, so wasn't that unclean?

Mo Heng accepted it with pleasure.