Master, he is not as good as he looks

A few days later, Chu Zimo's health was getting better and better. He felt as if he had never been sick before. He was sitting in the courtyard, blowing the cool evening breeze. He hadn't been like this for many years...

In the quiet night, he would always think wildly, and he thought of the weird dreams he had these days...

He vaguely remembered a few episodes, Penglai Wonderland, apprenticeship, and falling in love with someone... But he couldn't remember the person's name or what he looked like.

"How is the son?"

Chu Zimo followed the voice and saw Mo Linyuan, who was dressed in black, sitting on the wall. He was arrogant and unrestrained, but there was some incomprehensible affection in his eyes...

Chu Zimo quickly stood up and said, "Thank you Mr. Mo that day, my father has been looking for you for the past few days, and I want to apologize for the disrespect that day."

"It's okay, Master has always taught me that these trivial matters must not be bothered with others." Mo Linyuan jumped off the wall while talking, and went to Chu Zimo to feel his pulse. "What's wrong with you recently?"

"It's nothing, but Mr. Mo, you were injured when you heard what your father said that day?"

"No problem, just a little injury." Mo Linyuan waved his hand.

"Also, on the day of the Weak Crown Ceremony, Mr. Mo's gift was too expensive, you should take it back!" Chu Zimo wanted to go into the room to get the silver whip.

"Is there any reason to take back something that was sent out, and you gave it to me in the first place. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I gave it to you now?"

"I gave it to you?" Chu Zimo didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He was like a boudoir since he was a child, how could he get such an exquisite silver whip.

"That's all..." Mo Linyuan sighed.Looking at the willows swaying in the wind, he murmured: "Yueliu's swaying posture, Yuejun will never forget to meet people."

"Yue Jun can't forget to meet someone? Could it be that I look like Mr. Mo's old man, and Mr. Mo confused me with your old man?" Chu Zimo said.

"It's not the similarity, you are the old friend..."

"The son, this poem..."

Mo Linyuan smiled, and continued: "There are a few more words in the back, Penglai Xianshan has been reconciled a few times, old people are meeting people, bone-eroded silver whips call for a long time, white clothes are desolate and fascinated Mo Lang."

"This poem..." Chu Zimo frowned, he didn't care about the two words at the end of the poem, what he cared about was the word Penglai, then his dream... "Mr. Mo, I have something to ask..."

"Your Majesty, you said..."

"I've been repeating this for the past few days..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Haoyi who came suddenly...

"Second brother?" Chu Zimo didn't continue talking, but turned around and walked towards Qin Haoyi.

Mo Linyuan looked at Chu Zimo's natural movements, could it be that the two of them really liked each other as the people said?

"Mr. Mo, I offended you a little that day..." Qin Haoyi said.

This sentence didn't mean to apologize at all, and Mo Linyuan didn't bother to smile at him, and didn't speak, but turned to look at Chu Zimo. "I don't know if the prince can arrange a place to live in the mansion. The money I brought this time is not much...I'm afraid I won't be able to live in a restaurant."

"Of course." Chu Zimo hastily arranged for his servants to tidy up a side room, and took Mo Linyuan with him.

When Mo Linyuan left, he turned his head to look at Chu Zimo.

Qin Haoyi saw those eyes clearly, he could still see how much affection was in that young master Mo's eyes, no wonder he suddenly gave Zimo a silver whip, no wonder he came to help Zimo heal, it turned out that he had other plans...

"Zimo, you must take what the second brother said to heart. I don't think this Mr. Mo is a good person."

Chu Zimo didn't understand, and asked, "But, second brother, he healed my illness, and he even gave me the silver whip."

"Zimo, you are too kind. He must have other plans. Otherwise, why would he heal you and give you a whip?"

"Second brother thought too much. It should be because he confused me with his old friend that he treated me so well. He should not be a bad person." Chu Zimo said.

"It's hard to paint a tiger's skin, but it's hard to paint a tiger's skin. Knowing people, knowing the face, but not the heart. Who knows if he lied to you, Zimo, just listen to the advice of the second brother."

Chu Zimo shook his head, "Second brother, I also think that Mr. Mo is very familiar. Even if he has other plans for me, what is he up to? I am just a sick child's body."

Seeing that Chu Zimo was so persistent, Qin Haoyi could only sigh: "Forget it, then you should be careful."

After speaking, he left Prince Jing's mansion.

Chu Zimo had already forgotten the question he wanted to ask Mo Linyuan, and turned back to the room.

"Use the sword! Master..."

"Didn't I teach you..."

"Why don't you hide...Master..."

"Don't call me Master."

"Ah Ching..."

When Chu Zimo woke up, it was already daylight. Thinking of those fragments in the dream, it seemed as if it had happened in reality, but he still couldn’t remember the name and appearance of the person who called him Shizun in the dream.

When did this dream start?It seems that it started after Mr. Mo saw a doctor for him that day...

"My lord, it's time to eat..." A knock on the door interrupted Chu Zimo's train of thought, and he just put on some clothes and opened the door.

The servant put the food on Chu Zimo's table and left. This is his habit, he never likes to be watched by others when eating.

Chu Zimo drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and was taken aback for a moment. The porridge didn't taste like it was made by a cook in the mansion, but it tasted like he drank it somewhere.

"This porridge..." Chu Zimo opened the door and asked a servant standing at the door.

"Master Hui, this is what Mr. Mo brought here, and he said it will help you to cultivate your body." The servant said, he also tried it with a silver needle when he brought it, and he dared to send it because it was indeed not poisonous.

Chu Zimo nodded, looked up at the sun, it was a bit dazzling, the sun at noon after autumn was indeed vicious.

As soon as Chu Zimo walked into Mo Linyuan's courtyard, he saw him practicing sword in the courtyard, holding a blood-red sword in his hand, it was really pretty.

"Your Majesty?" Mo Linyuan was stunned for a moment, then stopped, wiped off his sweat, and walked towards Chu Zimo.

Chu Zimo glanced at the sword in Mo Linyuan's hand, and said, "Mr. Mo's sword technique, and this sword..."

"Want to learn?" Mo Linyuan asked.

Chu Zimo was taken aback, "What?"

"Want to learn martial arts?"

"Learn martial arts? Can I..." Chu Zimo grew up, not to mention learning martial arts, even walking a few more steps a day would be tiring. He never thought that he could learn martial arts.

"Yes." Mo Linyuan glanced at Chu Zimo, and then said: "But I can only protect myself..."

"It's really possible to learn?" Chu Zimo still didn't believe it.

"Yes." Mo Linyuan smiled, "But maybe I'm a little tired."

"I'm not afraid of being tired." Chu Zimo wanted to learn martial arts since he was a child, but it was a pity that he had this body.Then he pulled his clothes and was about to kneel down, "Master, please..."

Mo Linyuan's face changed, and he quickly grabbed Chu Zimo. "Don't call me master..."

"Ok?"

"Don't call me master, just call me Ayuan." Fortunately, Mo Linyuan grabbed Chu Zimo in time, otherwise Chu Zimo would kneel in front of him to worship his teacher.

"Okay..." Even though Chu Zimo had doubts in his heart, he still didn't ask.