Chapter 247: [Mount Longxue] Hongyan

Chu Wanning lay on the bed. His head was heavy, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy.

In a daze, he seemed to hear two people arguing. It seemed to be Shi Mei and Mo Ran. Later, the sound of arguing disappeared, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Later, he seemed to be lying on a warm bed, and someone was talking to him. The broken voice seemed to come from the ocean, and he couldn't hear it clearly. Occasionally, he heard a few words, something about his past life, something about his master — he vaguely felt that it was Shi Mei's voice, but he didn't have much energy to digest it. These words quickly dispersed like the morning fog.

His memories became complete little by little, and became clearer little by little. The memories of his past life were like rainwater flowing into a river, and finally rushing to the sea.

The first thing he dreamed of was a deep cloister. The cloister was built at the peak of life and death, and the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion. The cloister was covered with vines, and when the wind blew, fragrant snow fell, and the paper was full of youth.

He sat under the cloister, and was writing a letter in front of a stone table.

The letter couldn't be sent out. The Emperor Ta didn't allow him to have contact with outsiders, nor did he allow him to raise pigeons or any other animals. Even outside the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion, there were countless layers of whistling forbidden spells.

But Chu Wanning still wrote.

It was too lonely. One person, one side of the world. He would probably spend the rest of his life like this.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't bored.

The letter to Xue Meng didn't contain much. It was nothing more than asking about his recent situation, whether he was well, how the sun and the moon were outside, and how his old friends were.

But, in fact, there weren't any old friends.

So, he slowly wrote the letter for an entire afternoon. There wasn't much content. At the end of the letter, he was a little lost in thought. He vaguely remembered the days when his three little disciples were by his side. He had taught them how to write poems and paint.

Xue Meng and Shi Mei learned very quickly. Only Mo Ran wrote a word wrong three or four times, so he had to teach him step by step.

What did he write at that time?

In a daze, Chu Wanning slowly unfurled the brush and ink on the rice paper.

He first wrote, "The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror." Then, he wrote, "Life has no roots, drifting like dust on the streets." Every stroke was neat and tidy.

Whether it was writing a book or writing a letter, his handwriting had always been clear and proper. He was afraid that those who read it would not be able to understand it, and he was also afraid that his disciples would follow him and go astray.

His words were like his person, and his backbone was extremely proud.

He wrote, "Where are my old friends?" and "The sea is vast and the mountains are far away."

Later on, the wind blew the Chinese wisteria flowers to the ground, resting on the flower-washing paper. He couldn't bear to brush them away. Looking at the faint yet magnificent purple, the tip of his pen gradually changed as he wrote, "Waking up from a dream to see Weiyu, the mountains and rivers are still as gentle as before."

Flat and narrow.

I wish that I am like the stars and you are like the moon. Every night the light is bright and clear.

As he wrote, his eyes couldn't help but soften, as if he had returned to the peaceful days of the past.

The wind blew, causing the paper to flutter. Some of the paperweights that were not properly pressed were blown up and scattered all over the ground in the mottled fragrant afternoon sun.

Chu Wanning put down the brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems on the ground.

One by one, they fell on the grass, by the stone steps, among the fallen flowers, and among the withered leaves. He was just about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of fallen flowers.

Suddenly, a slender, well-proportioned, well-defined hand appeared in his field of vision. Before he could, that person had picked up that piece of paper.

"What are you writing?"

Chu Wanning was startled. He straightened up and saw a tall and handsome man standing in front of him. It was the Emperor Ta, Mo Weiyu, who had arrived at the waterside pavilion at some unknown time.

Chu Wanning said, "… Nothing."

Mo Ran was dressed in a black and gold robe, wearing a nine-patterned crown, and wearing a dragon scale thumb ring on his thin and pale fingers. It was obvious that he had just returned from the Imperial Court. He first glanced coldly at Chu Wanning, and then flattened the paper in his hand. After reading two paragraphs, his eyes narrowed, "Seeing the letter is like seeing Wu, spreading the letter is like seeing Shu Yan …"

After a moment of silence, he looked up, "What does this mean?"

"Nothing."

Chu Wanning wanted to take the letter back, but Mo Ran simply raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't." He said, "Why are you so nervous?" After saying this, he carefully read the letter again. His gaze swept across several lines, and he said calmly, "Oh. You wrote this for Xue Meng? "

"I wrote it casually." Chu Wanning didn't want to involve others, so he said, "I didn't intend to send it."

Mo Ran sneered, "You don't have the ability to send it."

Chu Wanning had nothing to say to him, so he turned around and went back to the table to tidy up the ink, paper, and inkstone. Unexpectedly, the Emperor Ta followed him, opened his black and gold robe, and pressed down on the letter that he was about to put away.

He looked up and saw the Emperor Ta's narrowed face.

"… …"

Fine, he'll give it to him.

So he withdrew his hand and went to take another one, but he was pressed down by Mo Ran again.

In this way, he took one, and Mo Ran stopped another. In the end, Chu Wanning was finally impatient. He didn't know what this person was up to, but he looked up and said gloomily, "What do you want?"

"What does it mean to see the letter as if it were real, and to spread the letter as if it were real?" Mo Ran looked at him with deep eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Say it."

The branches and leaves of the flowers swayed gently, and in the mottled light and shadow, Chu Wanning couldn't help but think of Mo Ran, who had just become his disciple. His smile and words were very gentle, and he asked respectfully with a smile, "Shizun, the body is the Bodhi tree, the heart is as clear as a mirror, what does this mean? Shizun, can you teach me? "

In contrast, the Emperor Ta's aggressive attitude made Chu Wanning's heart ache. He suddenly lowered his head, stopped talking, and closed his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and Mo Ran began to gradually become gloomy. In this silence, he picked up the letter on the table and read it one by one. The more he read, the more dangerous his eyes became. He murmured thoughtfully, a man who could write the era name as "halberd", racking his brains beside the stone table.

In the end, with a sinister expression, he suddenly swept the stack of letters to the ground.

He looked up coldly.

"Chu Wanning, do you miss him?"

"… No."

He didn't want to be entangled with him, so he turned around to leave. However, he hadn't taken more than two steps when his sleeve was grabbed, followed by a violent and ferocious grip on his chin. As the world spun, he was suddenly pushed onto the stone table.

Mo Ran's grip was so strong, so ruthless, that in the blink of an eye, there were bruises on his cheeks.

The sun shone through the vines, shining into Chu Wanning's eyes. Those eyes reflected the Emperor Ta's somewhat crazed and twisted face.

Handsome, pale.

Blazing hot.

The Emperor Ta didn't know the word shame, and began to tear Chu Wanning's clothes apart. If there was another possibility of being pushed onto the stone table, then there was obviously no other way to go about tearing his clothes apart. Chu Wanning almost flew into a rage out of humiliation as he shouted, "Mo Weiyu –!"

His tone full of anger and disappointment didn't extinguish Mo Ran's evil fire. Instead, it was like hot oil falling, splashing into a raging flame.

When it suddenly invaded, Chu Wanning only felt extreme pain.

He didn't want to touch Mo Ran's back, so he only spasmodically grabbed the edge of the stone table, breathing heavily, "Evil creature …"

Mo Ran's eyes were covered with a layer of blood, but he didn't judge the word 'evil creature'. Instead, he said gloomily, "It's fine if you don't explain. I really shouldn't ask you. You can't be considered my master anymore. "

His movements were fierce and ferocious. He was only seeking his own pleasure and comfort, but Chu Wanning's feelings were like grass.

"What is Wanning now?" He was almost gnashing his teeth, "You're just a side concubine, forbidden … spread your legs a little more for me."

In the midst of their entanglement, Mo Ran turned him over. The paper and ink on the table were all messed up, and the writing brushes fell to the ground. Chu Wanning was pressed to the side of the table. His body was in endless pain, and in front of him was a boundless expanse.

He looked at every word and sentence, every stroke of the pen.

The body is a bodhi tree, the heart is a mirror …

Where is the old friend?

The sea is vast … and the mountains are far away.

Every word hit his heart.

In front of him, there was still the young Mo Ran smiling at him. The dark eyelashes trembled gently, like black butterfly flowers perching on the ground.

However, he could hear the Celestial Treading Monarch's heavy breathing by his ear. He was insulting and humiliating him as he said hoarsely, "Chu Wanning … Heh, this seat's Consort Chu actually has someone else in her heart?"

"What do you mean by wishing I was like the stars and the moon, and the night was bright and clear." There was a murderous intent in his voice. "Do you really think I don't understand at all?"

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and leaned on the stone table. His body was bitten and pinched, and there were red marks all over, but his phoenix eyes were stubborn. "You don't understand."

He knew that talking back would get him more fierce treatment, but he still stubbornly said, "You don't understand.

You don't know who the old friend is, and you don't know why the sea is vast and the mountain is far away. "

You don't know who the lord is, and who the moon is.

You … don't understand.

After a long time of absurdity, Mo Ran finally let him go.

Chu Wanning's clothes were messy. He lay in the Chinese wisteria, in the poetry brush and ink. There were red marks at the corners of his eyes, like the color of a rouge flower that was pinched off and dyed on the tip of his fingers.

His lips were bitten, and there was blood everywhere.

He got up and slowly put on his clothes … After being under house arrest for so long, from the initial heart-wrenching pain to the present, there was no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

What else could he do now that his spirit core was destroyed? The so-called dignity was only left after the fact. He had to stubbornly put on his clothes and was unwilling to let others do the dirty work.

While he was doing all this, Mo Ran sat by the stone table, holding the letters he had written, and looked at them one by one.

When he saw the letter from the Dream of Awakening to the World looking at Weiyu's letter, his hand seemed to freeze slightly, but he quickly turned over the letter, and then said with sarcasm, "Your bones are soft, but your handwriting is still pretty good."

He put the stack of letters into his robe, and then stood up.

The wind blew through his clothes, and the golden threads on his black robe flowed with splendor.

"Let's go."

Chu Wanning did not say anything.

Mo Ran glanced at him, the Chinese wisteria shadows made his black eyes seem even deeper. "You're not going to send me off?"

Under the flowing shadows of the trees, Chu Wanning's voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly said, "I taught you before."

Mo Ran stared blankly. "What?"

"Seeing a letter is like seeing a book, spreading a letter is like seeing a book." After he said this, he finally raised his eyelashes and glanced at the man. "I taught you to write before, but you forgot."

"You taught me to write before?" Mo Ran frowned. He was not deliberately teasing Chu Wanning, but looking at his appearance, he really did not have any impression of it.

The person who was about to leave stopped again.

Mo Ran asked, "When did this happen?"

Chu Wanning looked at him and said, "A long time ago."

After he said this, he turned around and walked into the room of the Red Lotus Pavilion.

Mo Ran stood in the same place, not leaving for a while, but also not coming in. Later, Chu Wanning caught a glimpse of him from the window, and he 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 did not know how to properly wash himself, he caught a cold.

It was originally not a big deal, and he thought that Mo Ran would not know. But that day, for some reason, he heard Eunuch Liu say that it seemed that Song Qiutong had cooked a bowl of wontons, and for some reason, it had angered the Emperor Ta. Not only did he not stay the night at the Empress' residence, he did not even eat dinner, and left in a huff.

Late at night, it began to rain heavily. At this time, someone came to the Red Lotus Pavilion.

"His Majesty has ordered that Grandmaster Chu is to move to the palace."

These personal attendants clearly knew the relationship between Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, but they were still asked by Mo Ran to call him Grandmaster.

If it was not for the trace of kindness in their hearts, then it was harshness and malice.

Chu Wanning's body was very uncomfortable, his face was very pale, and he was very gloomy. He said, "Not going."

"His Majesty has — —"

"What does he have? Not going."

"… …"

Of course, sleeping with a patient was not something interesting. In the past, when his body was not at the right time, Mo Ran would not force him to do anything.

However, not long after, the servant who had been sent away returned. He entered the Red Lotus Pavilion and bowed in front of Chu Wanning, who was coughing violently. Then, with an indifferent expression, he said, "Her Majesty has ordered that she is fine. Grandmaster, please go to the Wu Mountain Palace to serve her."