The retired man went into the wrong book, and his beautiful husband loved him

Mofu.

Mo Yun got off the carriage holding the jar of Yuehua Qionglu and walked quickly through the main courtyard.

Opening the moon gate at the deepest part, one is greeted by a bamboo forest. Unlike the bamboos in ordinary courtyards, this one is as thick as a bowl and towers into the sky, like towering trees.

Deep in the bamboo forest stood a small fenced courtyard. Although it looked simple, a closer look revealed that the main house was built of fine redwood, with translucent glazed windows.

"Ayu, Ayu." Mo Yun shouted loudly as he pushed open the door, "I found Yuehua Qionglu, the real Yuehua Qionglu."

The door opened. A woman in yellow yawned as she opened it. "It's been so many years, and every time it's just a mistake..."

"It's real this time." Mo Yun interrupted the woman in yellow ecstatically, and then opened the seal of the jar.

Just as the woman in yellow was about to retort, she smelled the aroma of wine overflowing from the jar.

This familiar smell...Meng Yu suddenly felt a surge of emotions in his heart.

"It's desire! Real desire! The desire is unlocked! It's not just a show anymore!" Meng Yu exclaimed happily, "I feel hungry, thirsty, and more..."

Mo Yun smiled as he looked at Meng Yu, who was chattering non-stop. He placed the wine in his hand on the table, cupped Meng Yu's face, and kissed her deeply: "And I really want to be close to Ah Yu."

"This is really Yuehua Qionglu! Brother Mo, we've finally waited for this." Meng Yu raised her little face and looked at Mo Yun. "From now on, you don't have to pretend to be old, and you don't have to be the emperor's teacher anymore. We can go back."

Mo Yun held Meng Yu in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. He sighed, "My Ah Yu, you've been here for too long and have forgotten the agreement with that man. We must help the person with Yuehua Qionglu fulfill his dream so that we can leave here together."

Meng Yu buried her face in Mo Yun's arms. Yes, it had been too long, so long that she had begun to forget.

She raised her hand and gently wiped Mo Yun's face. The wrinkles gradually faded, and the withered skin slowly became full of vitality. The young Mo Yun appeared before her eyes again.

The bamboo forest rustled, and suddenly many white flowers began to bloom on the bamboo leaves.

"Mengxuan fruit has grown out too. This time it's real, Brother Mo, this time it's real." Meng Yu said happily, covering his chest. It has been so many years since he felt happy that he could hardly remember.

Mo Yun hugged Meng Yu gently, and his thoughts drifted away.

"Hey! I'm getting married!" The man wearing a golden half-face mask smiled happily at the entrance of the cave.

"Oh, congratulations!" Mo Yun said lightly after drawing a correct character on the wall.

They've been locked up in the cave for two years and seventeen days, and there's no telling if any of their tribesmen are still alive. This man is truly strange. He's supposed to be guarding them, yet he keeps spouting incomprehensible nonsense. Could he possibly let them out? What a noise!

Seeing that Mo Yun ignored him, the man didn't get angry, but talked a lot about his fiancée.

He calls his fiancée "little girl". His little girl is in the same department as him. She is very powerful and a rare genius.

His little girl did not have a good childhood, but after being found by the organization, she quickly became the backbone of the organization.

Anyway, the whole thing is just that: his fiancée is really good!

Twenty-three days later, the man arrived at the cave entrance covered in blood, holding the key to the cave in his hand.

"I can finally rescue you." The man was panting, his hands shaking violently, and he failed to insert the key into the keyhole several times.

"You're the only ones left of the Qimeng tribe." The man said solemnly, "I'm sorry I couldn't save the others."

Mo Yun almost went berserk when he heard that the Qimeng tribe had been annihilated, but was stopped by the man.

"Don't be impulsive. If you continue to die, the Qimeng tribe will truly cease to exist. I've been undercover here for three and a half years, not to watch you get exterminated."

"Make a deal with me." The man thrust the black sword on his back into the ground. "I'll rescue you. Three hundred years. I want three hundred years of your time, and three hundred years of the Qimeng Clan's time."

Mo Yun looked into the man's eyes seriously, and there was no trace of deception in his pupils.

He looked back at the few remaining tribesmen, eleven in total, the last eleven members of the tribe.

Mo Yun picked up the unconscious Meng Yu and walked to the man: "Okay, I promise, please save them!"

The man nodded and took out a long and narrow box. No one knew what he did, but a few golden lights flashed and the other nine tribesmen disappeared on the spot.

"This dimension is not safe. I have dispersed them to other dimensions. Don't worry, they are safe and there are people to pick them up," the man explained.

Mo Yun looked at Meng Yu who was sleeping soundly. It seemed that he had no choice but to believe the man in front of him.

He and Meng Yu were thrown into the present time and space together.

The man seldom came, but every time he came he brought a dream stone containing his fiancée's nightmares.

"I say, do you think we are dream-eating tapirs? That kind of low-end species cannot be compared with our Qimeng tribe." Mo Yun finally couldn't help but retorted to the man.

The man chuckled. Although his expression couldn't be seen through the mask, his voice was full of joy. "Mo Yun, it's great that you finally have some emotions."

Mo Yun was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Mo Yun, my wedding is coming soon." The man suddenly said while looking into the distance, but his voice no longer had the previous excitement, but instead carried a hint of sadness.

"Then... happy wedding?"

"Yes, you will after you pass this level. Mo Yun, the fortune I told you this time is not very good." The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, as if he was talking about something that could not be more ordinary.

"If I disappear, please do me a favor." The man handed him a porcelain bottle. "The wine inside is called Yuehua Qionglu. I beg you to wait until someone else brings the same wine, and help them fulfill their dream. By then, whether the three hundred years have passed or not, you will be free. Your people will be reunited."

Mo Yun held the porcelain bottle in his hand and nodded solemnly: "Okay! I promise you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the porcelain bottle emitted a faint light, and Mo Yun suddenly felt that some secret changes seemed to have occurred in his body, but he couldn't explain what exactly had changed.

"I have sealed your desires. When the right person shows up with the right wine, it will be time for you to unseal them. Mo Yun, please, thank you." The man bowed solemnly to Mo Yun. The surrounding Mengxuan bamboo trees shook their leaves in unison, and the Mengxuan fruits fell to the ground, rotting.

It has been one hundred and twenty-six years since the man left.