Chapter 9: I am not a playwright

Chu Wanning's taste is awful.

Boring. Dull. Desperate.

Look at all these shelves, what a load of books!

The only things that can be considered a pastime are probably a few books on travels in Shu and food in Sichuan.

Mo Ran picked out some newer books, which Chu Wanning apparently doesn't usually read, and scribbled all the pages inside, drawing a bunch of erotic pictures.

As he drew, he thought, "Hmph, there are not 10,000 or 8,000 books in this collection, and when Chu Wanning finds out that a few of them have been changed, it will be a monkey's day, and by then Chu Wanning will have no idea who did it and will only be sulking, which is wonderful, wonderful.

When I thought about it, I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I hugged the book.

Mo Ran painted more than ten books in a row, using his imagination to draw whatever he wanted, and his brushwork was so elegant and handsome that it could be described as Cao Yi with water and Wu with wind. If someone had asked Elder Yu Heng to borrow a book and happened to borrow one of these, he would have said something like this

" Elder Yu Heng is a beast with a heart of gold, and he has actually included pictures of men and women having sex" in the Qingxin trick.

" Elder Yu Heng presumes to be a teacher, the sword book contains a comic strip of dragon Yang's broken sleeve "

"What Beidou Immortal, the clothed beast"

The more Mo Ran thought about it, the funnier it became, and he ended up rolling around on the floor with his brush in his hand, covering his stomach, so happy that he didn't even notice when someone came to the door of the Cangshu Library.

So when Shi Mei came over, she saw a Mo Ran rolling around in a pile of books and laughing herself into a frenzy.

Shi Mei: " Mo Ran, what are you doing"

Mo Ran froze and sat up, hastily covering up the yellow pictures and putting on a human face: "Wipe, wipe the floor."

Shi Mei holds back her laughter: "Wipe the floor with your clothes"

"Ahem, I just couldn't find a rag. Enough about that, Shi Mei, what brings you here at night?"

"I went to your house to look for you, but I couldn't find you, so I asked someone else and found out you were here with the Master." Shi Mei went into the Cangshu Library and helped Mo Ran to put away the books that were piled up all over the floor, with a gentle smile, "I was fine, so I came to see you."

Mo Ran was delighted and somewhat flattered, pursing his lips and being a smooth talker, he was unable to say anything.

"Well, you sit down," Mo Ran said nervously, after half a day of giddy turns in place, "and I'll go and get you some tea."

"No, I came quietly, if the Master finds out, it will be a problem."

Mo Ran scratches his head: "That's true" Chu Wanning, the pervert, is going to break him sooner or later and stop being under his thumb.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? I've brought you some food."

Mo Ran's eyes lit up: " dragon codpiece"

"Pfft, you're so unctuous. I didn't bring any coppers, red lotus Watersports is far away and I was afraid it would be lumpy if I brought it. Here are some stir-fries, see if they're to your liking"

Shi Mei opens the food box that sits next to her and inside are a few small, red-coloured dishes. A plate of sunchokes, a plate of shredded fish and pork, a plate of kung pao chicken, a plate of sliced cucumber and a bowl of rice.

"Hey, shelve the chili."

"I'm afraid you'll crave it, so I put a little bit in." Shi Mei laughed. Shi Mei laughed, he and Mo Ran both love spicy dishes and naturally knew that nothing is too spicy. "But your wounds are not healed, so I dare not put too much in, it's better to have a little bit of flavour than no red at all."

Mo Ran biting her chopsticks happily, her dimples sweet as honey by candlelight: "Wow touched to cry"

Shi Mei smiled, "The food will be cold by the time you're done crying. Eat before you cry."

Mo Ran gave a cheerful shout and flung her chopsticks around.

He eats like a starving canine, and Chu Wanning always hates the way he looks when he eats, but Shi Mei doesn't mind.

Shi Mei is always gentle, smiling and telling him to slow down while offering him a cup of tea. The plate soon saw empty and Mo Ran rubbed his stomach with a frequent sigh of relief, squinting his eyes and sighing, "Satisfied"

Shi Mei asks, seemingly offhandedly, "Is it the dragon dumplings or these dishes that are good?"

Mo Ran is as obsessed with food as he is with his first love. Tilting his head, his dark, soft eyes looked at Shi Mei and grinned, " dragon coppers."

"" Shi Mei smiled and shook her head. Halfway through, she said, " Mo Ran, let me change your medicine."

The ointment was mixed by Madame Wang.

In her early years, Madam Wang was a disciple of the medicine immortal sect " Lonely Moonlit". She was weak in martial arts and did not like to fight and kill, but was fond of learning medicine, and there was a medicinal garden at the top of death and life where she planted many precious herbs and trees with her own hands, so there was never a shortage of medicine for injuries in the sect.

Mo Ran took off his shirt and turned his back to Shi Mei, the scar behind him still hurting, but Shi Mei's warm fingers dipped into the ointment and rubbed it away, gradually forgetting the pain and becoming a little more distracted.

"There you go." Shi Mei wrapped a new bandage around Mo Ran and carefully tied a knot, "Get dressed."

Mo Ran looked back at Shi Mei for a moment. Shi Mei's skin was white and snowy by the dim candlelight, and he was so dry that he didn't want to put his clothes on, but hesitated for a moment and then looked down and quickly put his coat on.

" Shi Mei ."

"Hmm."

It was nice to be alone in such a secluded study. Mo Ran originally wanted to say something touching, but he was so illiterate that he could name his own year as "Hastings", so after holding his words for half a day, his face turned red, he only managed to come up with three words: "You are so kind.

"What's the point, it's all as it should be."

"I'll be extra nice to you, too." Mo Ran's tone was held calmly, but his sweaty palms always betrayed the waves that were actually surging inside him, "When I'm good, no one will be able to bully you. Not even the Master."

Shi Mei didn't know why he was suddenly talking like this, but she froze for a moment and said gently, "Good, then from now on, I'll be counting on Mo Ran."

"Mmmmmm."

Mo Ran replied, but was even more agitated by Shi Mei's charming gaze, and dared not look away, so he lowered his head.

With this man, he had been careful, even obsessive and somewhat one-dimensional.

"Ah, the master wants you to erase so many books and create books overnight."

Mo Ran is still a dead man in front of his sweetheart: "Luckily, I'll make it in time."

Shi Mei said, "Let me help you."

"How can I do that? If the Master finds out, he will punish you too." Mo Ran was very firm, "It's getting late, go back and rest, you have your morning training tomorrow."

Shi Mei took his hand and laughed softly, "It's okay, he won't find out, we'll be quiet"

Before the words could be finished, an icy voice was heard ringing out.

"How quietly"

Chu Wanning had emerged from the organ room at some point, his face cold and his eyes frosty. He stood at the entrance to the Cangshu Library in white and cold, looking at them expressionlessly, his gaze pausing for a moment at the two men's clasped hands before moving away again.

" Shi Mingjing, Mo Weiyu, how dare you."

Shi Mei's face was suddenly as white as snow, and he let go of Mo Ran's hand with a jerk, his voice mosquito-like: "Master."

Mo Ran also said something bad and bowed his head, "Master."

Chu Wanning walked in, ignoring Mo Ran, but looking down at Shi Mei, who was on her knees, and said indifferently, "The red lotus water pavilion is covered with boundaries, do you think I wouldn't know if you entered without notice?"

Shi Mei bowed in fear: "I know I was wrong."

Mo Ran was anxious: "Master, Shi Mei has only come to change my medicine and will leave immediately, please don't reproach him."

Shi Mei was also anxious: "Master, this matter has nothing to do with Senior Mo, it is my fault, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

""

Chu Wanning's face was blue.

He hadn't even said a word and these two men were already eager to excuse each other, treating him like a beast and making common cause. Chu Wanning was silent for a moment, barely suppressing the twitch of his eyebrows, and said lightly, "What a touching display of affection from a fellow disciple.

Mo Ran said, "Master"

"Don't shout at me."

Chu Wanning flung his sleeves wide and would not speak again. Mo Ran didn't know what was wrong with him and why he was so angry. I guess it was because Chu Wanning had always hated people pulling and tugging in front of him, in any sense of the word, and it probably got in his eyes.

The three men were silent for a long time.

Chu Wanning suddenly turned around and turned away.

Shi Mei lifted her face, her eyes a little red, and said, bewildered, "Master"

"Go and copy the rules of the sect ten times yourself, go back."

Shi Mei lowered her eyes, and after a moment, said softly, "Yes."

Mo Ran is still kneeling in the same place.

Shi Mei stood up, looked at Mo Ran, hesitated, and then fell to her knees again, begging Chu Wanning.

"Master, Senior Brother Mo's scars have just healed, so I dare to ask you, please, not to make things excessively difficult for him."

Chu Wanning did not say a word, he stood alone under the bright candle flame hanging lamp, after a while, suddenly turned his face sideways, only to see the sword brow stern, gaze like a torch, angry, said.

"So much nonsense, you're not leaving yet."

Chu Wanning was handsome but not gentle, and when he became fierce, he was even more frightening.

Cangshu Library With only the two of them left, Mo Ran sighed secretly and said, "Master, I was wrong, I will continue to make the register."

Chu Wanning said, without turning his head, "If you're tired, go home."

Mo Ran abruptly lifted her face.

Chu Wanning said icily, "I'm not keeping you."

How could he be so kind as to let himself go? There must be a trick

Mo Ran said wisely, "I'm not going."

Chu Wanning paused and sneered, "Fine, whatever you want."

With a flutter of his broad sleeves, he turned and left.

Mo Ran froze in his tracks, thinking that Chu Wanning was bound to reward him with another willow vine.

It was a busy midnight and we finally got it done. Mo Ran yawned and went out of the Cangshu Library.

It is late in the evening, but Chu Wanning's bedroom is still dimly lit.

Huh that pesky devil is still awake

Mo Ran walks over and prepares to say hello to Chu Wanning before leaving. When he entered the house, he found that Chu Wanning had gone to bed, except that this poor rememberer had forgotten to put out the candle before going to bed.

Or perhaps he had passed out from exhaustion in the middle of making something. Mo Ran took one look at the fledgling Night Wanderer on the edge of the bed, mentally gauged the possibilities, and finally settled on the truth when he saw the metal gloves Chu Wanning hadn't taken off at all, and the half-formed organ buckle still clutched in his hand.

Chu Wanning is less stern and cold as he sleeps, curled up in a bed full of mech parts and saws and axes. There was so much stuff spread out that there wasn't really any room for it, so he curled up small, bowed, with his long, slender eyelashes hanging down, and he actually looked a little lonely.

Mo Ran stared at him, glowering for a moment.

What the hell is Chu Wanning so angry about today?

Is Shi Mei just mad at her for barging into the red lotus and trying to help herself to the books?

Mo Ran approached the bed, rolled her eyes, leaned in to Chu Wanning's ear and in a very, very small voice, tried to shout, "Master!"

"Mmm." Chu Wanning grunted softly, hugging the cold mech in his arms tighter. He slept heavily, breathing evenly, and the sharp teeth of his unremoved metal gloves rested on the side of his face like the claws of a cat or a panther.

When Mo Ran saw that he didn't look like he was going to wake up for a while, he narrowed his eyes and rubbed a wicked smile on the corners of his mouth. He pressed his voice against Chu Wanning's ear and said tentatively, "Master, get up."

""

"Master."

""

" Chu Wanning "

""

"Hey, you're really asleep." Mo Ran was happy, propping her arms up on his pillow and looking at him with a grin, "That's great, I'll settle the score with you while I'm at it."

Chu Wanning, unaware that he was being asked to settle a score, continued to sleep with his eyes closed, his handsome face looking serene.

Mo Ran strikes a majestic pose, but unfortunately he was born in theater and never read a few days, and as a child he was taught to choke and talk in books, so the words he puts together are particularly lame and funny.

"Daring spiteful Chu, you deceive the king and disregard his superiors, you who have no respect for the king, you who um, you who"

Scratching his head, he was a little short of words; after all, he was later called the emperor, and he used to curse either you bitchy maid or you dog slave, but none of these seemed appropriate for Chu Wanning.

After racking her brain for a while, she suddenly came up with a phrase that theater's little sisters used to talk about, and although she wasn't quite sure what it meant, it seemed good. So Mo Ran raised her eyebrows and said in a stern voice.

"You little heartless bitch, you know your crime."

Chu Wanning :""

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a confession of guilt."

Chu Wanning, probably feeling a bit noisy, gave a muffled grunt and went back to sleep with his mech in his arms.

"You have committed such a great wrong that I shall sentence you by law to, well, sentence you to death by mouth, Liu."

It was only after the inertia shout that I realised Liu Gong was already in a previous life.

Mo Ran thought about it and decided to condescend to partake of the eunuch. So he flattered, "Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

And then immediately cleared his throat again and said solemnly, "Execute immediately."

"By order of His Majesty."

There, the words are read.

Mo Ran rubbed his fists together and began to "torture" Chu Wanning.

The so-called mouth torture was not there originally, but was made up by Mo Ran.

So how should this impromptu mouth torture be carried out?

Mo Ran, the tyrant of his generation, clears his throat solemnly, his gaze cold and fierce as he slowly approaches Chu Wanning's snowy, cold face, a little closer to those pale lips.

Then

Mo Ran paused and stared at Chu Wanning, scolding him in a staccato, word-for-word manner.

" Chu Wanning, fuck you, you world-beating little, heart, eye."

Snap. Snap.

Two false slaps in the air.

Hey, hey, the execution was a success!

Cool

Mo Ran was having fun when he suddenly felt a tingle in his neck and, sensing something strange, jerked his head down to meet a pair of noble, cold phoenix eyes.

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning's voice was like a jade shattering a lake of ice, I can't tell if it was more fairy or cold: "What are you doing."

"This seat bah. The two words were so soft that Chu Wanning's brow furrowed slightly and he didn't seem to hear them. On a whim, Mo Ran raised his hand and slapped Chu Wanning twice around the face.

""

In the face of his master's increasingly unkind look, the former Human Realm Emperor smiled nervously, "My disciple, my disciple is swatting mosquitoes for my master."