Chapter 330: Extra Xue Meng - The Lost Young Lady of Matchmaking V

Fairy Tramper feels she has never been so stifled. Not even when he went down to the mountains to farm, chop wood, kill pigs and bring up children.

Because he went down to the mountains to make some money, but at least he did it in disguise and under the name of "Master Gou".

I don't know whether to say he was happy or sad, but the people in the village had a very good opinion of his role as "Master Gou", saying that he was strong, tough, paid to do the job, and left when he was done, never bothered. He was a very good labourer.

The only thing they thought was that this man was a braggart, saying things like "I think I had thousands of servants back in the day." "In my day, I had countless treasures." And so on and so forth.

He is also a bit hot-tempered, always threatening to chop off people's heads, and even coaxing children to chop off their heads. As a result, when the proprietor said that he would be docked his wages, he had to pick up the child who was crying in fear and hold it up in the air with a smile on his face.

Gritting her teeth, she coaxed, "Shake, shake, shake to Naihe Bridge, and Mengma calls me a good baby."

When the child had broken into tears, and the proprietor turned his head away, he grinded his back teeth and muttered, "Wait until Chu Wanning leaves you alone, then I'll raid all of you unruly people's belongings."

But this was different, this was a time when he was not disguised and did not have an alias.

As the Fairy Tramper emperor, he had to throw away his outer robe after it was vomited on by Xue Meng, and now he wears a simple black robe with no ornaments underneath, just like a poor labourer.

Besides that he had to clean up the floor. He was the only one who was awake when everyone else was asleep.

Fairy Tramper, with a disgusted look on her face, took the drunken Xue Meng back to the guest house, threw him on the bed and then pulled the covers over him casually.

"It's all your fault, you drunkard."

He raised his hand and slapped Xue Meng twice in the air, to which he received a grunt from Xue Meng. Fairy Tramper stood there for a while, feeling bored, and went out.

But instead of going back to the house, he asked the shopkeeper anew for a few pots of wine and walked to the stairway of the inn, where he sat alone and drank.

As I drink, I peek into Chu Wanning's room.

He deliberately knocked and made a lot of noise in the hope that Chu Wanning would come forward with a reaction.

Unfortunately, after half a day's work, the last person to give him a response was guest A, who was staying at the hotel and yelled, "What's wrong with you?"

Fairy Tramper looks up super aggressively: "You want to die"

The guest, who had never expected to see the Fairy Tramper outside, was so stunned that he shrank back into his room with a squeak.

Fairy Tramper rolled her eyes and chortled, "If I weren't so much better tempered these days, you'd be lorded over, you dodgy bastard."

The more he drank, the more bored he became and the more aggrieved he felt.

At the end of his drink, he glanced hatefully at the guest room at the end of the hallway where the light had been turned off and Chu Wanning hadn't even come to coax him out, didn't care if he went back or not, and had just let himself sleep.

Fairy Tramper grinds her teeth, if it were Master Mo, Chu Wanning would have come to keep him company with good words and bad words.

Angry as hell, guzzle another jug.

Xue Meng says that there is no difference between him and Mo Zongzi, Chu Wanning says that he and Mo Zongzi are the same person, and Mo Zongzi himself says that they are not different, but just different stages of one's life.

None of what they say is true

Fairy Tramper's paranoid and bullheaded thinking is different. Just look at Chu Wanning's attitude and you'll see why he threw away the pouch he gave him and left only the rag made by the hypocrite

They all lie to him that he is uneducated, that he is poorly educated, and that the world has wronged him.

Even Chu Wanning didn't care that he had come to Wuchang Town to look for him, but he didn't say a single kind word to apologize for losing his Tanabata gift, which he had searched through books to find his favorite words and embroidered the pouch, and no one else wanted it.

Unknowing things

As he drank, he became a little confused, hugging the wooden railing of the escalator, with "this seat is not happy" written all over his face.

In his drowsiness, he seemed to hear a door open somewhere and the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance, finally stopping beside him.

Fairy Tramper looked up, and in the mist of candlelight he saw the handsome face that he had hated for half a lifetime, that he had missed for ten years, that he had longed for twice.

He was stunned for a moment and, turning to the visitor, murmured in a low voice: " Chu Wanning "

Whether he was in the grip of the Eight Bitter Flowers or not, he had always felt the strongest and most intense desire for Chu Wanning. His heart felt like it was drenched in desire, but beyond that desire, there was more aggravation, warmth, sadness and love. Did he not love him? In fact, his heart had never felt any less for Chu Wanning than it did for himself in his other persona.

But what could he do? After more than ten years of being a puppet and a walking corpse, the eight bitter and long-lasting hatreds had hollowed out his flesh and blood, and he was like an evil dragon that had been trapped in the darkness for too long, used to the company of solitude and tyranny.

The dragon could only growl menacingly, showing his bruised but still sharp claws, as if he didn't care for your company.

In fact, he knew how much he envied himself for being able to live a new life.

Even when one fact after another was laid out before him, even when everyone told him that the Master Mo was you and that you were one, he refused to admit it, and he stalked his head and called out to the whole earthly world.

Say: No, this seat is not like that one.

In fact, he was lying. Only because he had dreamed back too many times at Wushan Palace, dreaming that he had started over, dreaming that there was fire on earth and him by his side. But when he woke up, everything had disappeared again.

He lay in the large bed with the mantle fluttering around him, hating himself for waking up, hating the Duke of Zhou for not returning his good dreams, hating Zhuang Sheng for not letting his butterflies come true.

So every time he yelled, "I am not Master Mo", he wanted someone to coax him, or better yet, grab a few thousand eunuchs and shout to him a hundred or eighty times a day, "You are Master Mo, you and he are one. Only then would he feel at ease.

"Why did you drink so much."

Chu Wanning, in view, frowned and tried to help him up, but he reached out and yanked him off.

" Mo Ran, what are you posting again?"

He embraced Chu Wanning with great force, and without a thought, he pressed him into a heavy, fierce kiss. But as the kiss grew hotter, he suddenly softened as if he had thought of something, a deliberate imitation of someone.

"And so will this seat," he murmured vaguely in the kiss that lingered with the scent of wine and the melancholy of Fairy Tramper, "and it's not hard."

Chu Wanning didn't know what he was talking about and just tensed up. The stairway was so empty and uncovered that he tried to break free, but Fairy Tramper pinned him against the wooden railing and kissed him even deeper, and the way Fairy Tramper was going, it was not impossible for him to do it right here on the stairway.

But as Chu Wanning's resistance intensified, Fairy Tramper suddenly and uncharacteristically ended the kiss. Those dark, purple eyes drooped slightly as he stared at Chu Wanning's moist lips and moved in for a kiss, then after a moment, as if to please his owner, he kissed again.

Chu Wanning :""

Fairy Tramper stopped after three kisses in a row, and despite his eyes looking so wet and thirsty, he restrained himself and took Chu Wanning into his arms.

He sighed mellifluously, "Do you think that this throne is dreaming again"

The man's usual arrogance and unrestrainedness was rarely heard in such a nasal whisper against Chu Wanning's shoulder. Chu Wanning was stunned and somehow understood.

In this world, no matter which strand of Mo Ran's soul, what kind of fragment, he knows him best.

Chu Wanning lifted his hand and patted him on the back of the shoulder, as he had done when he was a teenager, and said, "It's not a dream. Come on, come with me to my room."

Fairy Tramper, drowsy and stubborn, muttered, "No sleep. Not going back."

Chu Wanning said helplessly, "What's this fuss you're making again."

Fairy Tramper was upset, and Fairy Tramper made a fuss, grunting as if he was aggrieved: "You put out the lights and you didn't come looking for me, you are deliberately angry with me"

He was the emperor of the human world in his last life, but when he rubbed himself in his neck when he was drunk, Chu Wanning had the inexplicable illusion that Fairy Tramper was like a beautiful concubine who was jealous and competing for favour.

Chu Wanning was speechless for a moment at the thought that came to him, and finally had to say, "I didn't learn that from you. You used to sneak in in the dark only when you said the lights were out and people were afraid to come in. I've saved face for you."

"Joke. Who needs you to give face." Half-asleep and half-awake was also wild, "This seat destroys the heavens and destroys the earth, what is it that this seat does not dare to do"

The voice, however, slowly trailed off.

" Chu Wanning "

"Hmm."

" Wangning "

""

In the end, it became a soft, not very different from when you were young and adolescent: "Master"

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment, his hand went up and touched his hair.

"Hmm."

"Will you still be there when I wake up tomorrow?"

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and repeated the phrase that he would often repeat during his two years of reclusion, "You sleep, I will always be there."

The Fairy Tramper settled down and after a while there was the sound of even breathing, as the drunken emperor settled down and finally fell into a deep sleep. Chu Wanning carried him carefully back to his room. The man lying on the couch had a straight face and no hostility, no different from the young boy he had taken in to save the earthworms with his oil paper umbrella.

The nightmare will never come again when the compote is gone.

Just

"Then why did you lose my pouch?" shouted Fairy Tramper as she suddenly kicked the covers in her sleep.

"I'm going on a blind date, I'm going to win, I'm going to win," Peach Bud Villa.

Fortunately, the second half of the sentence became a vague mumble that Chu Wanning could not hear.

But even if Chu Wanning didn't know that the ultimate goal of his blind date was still to get his hands on a sexually explicit book, he still had a headache when confronted with a man who was still talking in his sleep and wouldn't stop talking in his sleep.

He would never tell Xue Meng that he had thrown away the pouch given to him by Mo Ran because Fairy Tramper had shamelessly embroidered the pouch with a "18 strokes" from an erotic textbook.

Who would want to wear the 18 touches as opposed to the "Peace Sutra" embroidered by the personality of the Ink Master?

He also won't tell Mo Ran that he hasn't lost the funny, Fairy Tramper-esque pouch, but has locked it up in a wooden box that only he can open.

Along with everything else he had ever given him, once upon a time.

The next day, Xue Meng got up early.

He went out to buy some of his master's favourite breakfast to honour him, as it was a rare occasion for him to be under the same roof as Chu Wanning. But when he went downstairs, he found a table by the window of the inn already filled with a sumptuous breakfast, and Mo Ran was setting out the dishes.

When he looked up and saw him coming down, Mo Ran smiled and said, "Up so early."

""

Although I had already known that Mo Ran had a spiritual transformation every three days, it was strange to feel it directly. Xue Meng stiffened for a moment and stood still for a while before he gave a muffled mumble.

"I made you laugh yesterday. I'm like that sometimes."

Xue Meng scratched his head again and said uncomfortably, "Forget it, I've been watching your jokes for more than a day or two." Saying that, he walked over to the table, looked around carefully and couldn't help but ask, "You and the shopkeeper borrowed the kitchen"

"Yes." Mo Zong Shi looked at him with a smile and set a plate of crispy and burnt pan-fried buns in front of him, "There's also a lifetime of rolling pot of congee simmering on the shade table, it's almost ready, do me a favour and accompany me to get three bowls"

"Oh." Xue Meng responded and followed Mo Ran into the small kitchen.

The lid lifted, the rice congee inside steamed up with a rich aroma and the fullness of the shrimps and fish fillets could be seen.

The two-sided, coiled white boiled eggs are served on top of steaming congee, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, chopped fresh green onions, burnt thin crisps and drizzled with a few drops of sesame oil.

Xue Meng was curious and couldn't help but ask, "Tap uh, the one from yesterday you, can you do that too"

"Yes, and no worse than I am now." Mo Ran said, "It's just that he likes to be grumpy and playful, in fact many of the recipes come to him when he's occupying his mind, but he doesn't make them and leaves them for me to cook."

Xue Meng let out an oh, chattered twice, and asked, "Then why did the Master throw away his pouch and keep yours"

Mo Ran's hand pauses as she cuts the white boiled egg, then turns back to Xue Meng with a smile, "We're alone, and this is something I'm ashamed of. So don't say anything."

Xue Meng's eyes widened, "Are you still embarrassed in front of me? Now that you're reserved, why didn't you feel embarrassed when you called me Gaijin that what's-his-name yesterday?

The Ink Master, a man who really does what he wants, changed his tune at once and said, "Oh, we'll make it two, then, and you can settle with Fairy Tramper when he comes back, good boy."

Xue Meng :""

"That's right." When the last bowl of seafood porridge had been ordered, Mo Ran suddenly remembered something and said to Xue Meng with great seriousness, "There is something else I want to remind you of."

Xue Meng was taken aback by his sudden gruffness and felt inexplicably stressed, "You, you say it."

Mo Ran said, "Actually, I don't know what you think, and what's going on between you, and how you suddenly alas, in the end this is your private matter, and I am not in a position to interfere. But I thought about it and as your brother, since I know about it, I have to give you some pointers more or less."

Xue Meng: "Ah"

"Xue Meng, you are still young and you can really try a lot in your relationship, but he is older, more senior and has a higher status than you, so it is not easy to get along with you. You have a strong temper, so remember to be more tolerant of others. I will keep your secret, and if you have any confusion, you can come to Nanping Mountain to see me while your master is away."

Mo Ran slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't ever do what I did and go out on a fake blind date to piss people off."

"And you have the nerve to say" Xue Meng paused and shook her head again and again, "No no no, what are you talking about"

Mo Ran looked at him gently and forgivingly as a brother: "It's okay, brother has experience and understands your difficulties. In fact, both Master Jiang and Shifu are used to being arrogant. If you are young and have a problem with him, just admit your mistake first, and only when there is peace in the family can everything prosper."

Xue Meng suddenly turned pale: "You, you know all about it how did you know about me and him I I'm not"

Mo Ran said, "I could tell yesterday, that's why I congratulated you."

Xue Meng said in shock, "Is it obvious?"

Mo Ran smiled and patted him again, "It's okay. But you could be a little more restrained."

Xue Meng broke down.

Xue Meng thought he had restrained himself enough, but how could Mo Ran still be able to tell that he and Jiang Xi were father and son in just a few moments?

Luckily, as he drifted out of the kitchen, he didn't hear Mo Ran shaking his head and sighing, "Strange, what happened in the last two years, how in the world did Xue Meng fall in love with Jiang Yechen? He always liked girls, didn't he?

When Xue Meng said goodbye to Mo Ran Chu Wanning, he had no idea that he had become one of his own kind, even after the changes he had undergone in Mo Ran's heart.

When we parted, Xue Meng pulled Mo Ran and warned him nervously, "Don't tell anyone about Jiang Yechen and me."

Don't tell anyone I'm the son of that thief!

Mo Ran raised her hand and swore with all sincerity, "I'll you keep it a secret."

I won't tell anyone that you picked up the ginger palm.

The two brothers reached a tacit agreement and, under Chu Wanning's inexplicable gaze, clinked fists before the older brother pulled Chu Wanning back to Nanping Mountain, while the younger brother trod back to the cloudy summit of death and life in the clear morning water.

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