[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 247 [English]

Chapter 247 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Hongyan

Allen Chu was lying on the bed, his mind was groggy, and his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes very blurry.

he seemed to hear the quarrel between two people in a trance, it seemed to be Shi Mo and Mo Ran. Later, the sound of the quarrel disappeared, and there was only the whistling of the wind in his ears.

Later, he seemed to be lying in a warm bed, and someone was talking to him. The broken voice seemed to come across the ocean. He couldn’t hear clearly, and only three or two sentences drifted in occasionally, about past lives, and masters – he vaguely felt that this seemed to be the voice of the master, but he didn’t have much energy to digest, and these sentences quickly dispersed like the mist in the morning.

He’s memories become complete and clear bit by bit. The memories of past lives are like rainwater flowing into rivers and eventually running towards the sea.

The first thing he dreamed about was the deep corridor. The corridor was built on the top of the life and death red lotus waterside pavilion. The corridor was covered with branches of vines. When the wind blew, the fragrant snow fell, and the paper was covered with fragrance.

He was sitting on the porch, writing a letter in front of a stone table.

The letter cannot be sent out. The Immortal Emperor does not allow him to have contact with outsiders, nor does he allow him to raise pigeons or any animals. Even the outside of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion has been layered with countless screaming curses.

But Chu Wanning still writes.

It’s so lonely. One person, one world and one world, probably have to live like this for the rest of his life.

To say that I’m not bored would be a lie.

The letter I wrote to Xue Meng didn’t contain much. It just asked about my recent situation, whether I was well, how the sun and moon were outside, and how my old friends were doing.

However, there are actually no old friends.

So I wrote a letter slowly all afternoon, and it didn’t contain much content.At the end of writing, I felt a little lost. I vaguely remembered the happy days when my three apprentices were around me. I had taught them how to write poems and paint.

Xue Meng and Shi Mei both learned very quickly, but Mo Ran could write a word three or four times wrong, so he had to be taught step by step.

What did you write at that time?

Chu Wanning was in a daze, and the pen and ink slowly spread out on the rice paper.

He first wrote “The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand”, and then he wrote “Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road”, one stroke at a time, and the work is neat.

Whether writing a book or writing a letter, the word “he” is always clear and correct. I am afraid that readers will not understand it, and I am afraid that my disciples will follow me and learn from it.

The words are like the person, with a very proud backbone.

he writes “where is the old friend” and “the sea is vast and the mountains are far away”.

Later, the wind blew the wisteria flowers to fall, resting on the Huanhua paper. He couldn’t bear to brush them, looking at the faint and magnificent purple, his pen gradually turned, and he wrote, “When I wake up from the dream and see the light rain in the world, the country is still gentle as before.”

Flat, flat, flat.

May I be like a star, like the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night.

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

The wind picked up, causing the papers to fly. Some paperweights that had not been pressed properly were blown up and littered the ground in the mottled and fragrant afternoon sunlight.

Chu Wanning put down his brush, sighed, and went to pick up the letters and poems in that place.

One after another, they fell on the grass, beside the stone steps, among the broken flowers and among the dead leaves.He was about to pick up a piece of paper floating in the fragrance of falling flowers.

Suddenly, a slender, well-proportioned hand with clear joints appeared in the field of vision, and picked up the page before he could.

“What are you writing?”

Chu nightning was startled and straightened up. Standing in front of him was a tall and handsome man. It was Mo Weiyu, the Immortal Emperor who came to the waterside pavilion at some time.

Chu Wanning said: “…Nothing.”

Mo Ran was dressed in a black gold robe, wearing a nine-stringed crown, and a dragon scale ring on his narrow and pale fingers. He had obviously just come back from the court.He first glanced at Chu Wanning coldly, then flattened the Huanhua paper in his hand, read two paragraphs, and narrowed his eyes: “Seeing a letter is like meeting, showing a letter is soothing…”

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes and asked, “What does this mean?”

“It’s not interesting.”

Chu Wanning said that he wanted to take the letter back, but was blocked by Mo Ran simply raising his hand.

“Don’t.” He said, “Why are you nervous?” After saying this, he looked down carefully, his eyes glanced at a few lines, and said calmly, “Oh. Is it written to Xue Meng?”

“Written casually.” Allen Chu didn’t want to injure others and said, “I didn’t plan to send it out.”

Mo Ran sneered: “You don’t have the ability to send it out.”

Chu Wanning and he had nothing to say, and turned back to the table to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.Unexpectedly, Ta Xianjun walked over, unfolded the sleeves of his black and gold robe, and pressed the piece of paper that he was about to put away.

Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked at Ta Xianjun’s narrow-looking face.

“…”

That’s all, if he wants it, just give it to him.

So he withdrew his hand and went to get another one, only to be held down by Mo Ran again.

Just like that, he took one and Mo Ran blocked one. At the end, Chu Wanning was finally a little impatient. I don’t know why this man was so crazy. He raised his eyes and said gloomily: “What do you want?”

“When you see a letter, it’s like a meeting. What does it mean to show your trust and look good?” Mo Ran looked at he with a deep look in his eyes, and opened his thin lips lightly, “Tell me.”

The flower branches and vine leaves were fluttering, and the light and shadow were mottled. Chu Wanning couldn’t help but think of Mo Ran, who had just entered his door. His smile and words were very gentle. He smiled respectfully and asked him: “Master, your body is a bodhi tree, and your heart is like a mirror. What does this mean? Master, can you teach me?”

Comparing the two, the aggressive attitude of Ta Xianjun at this moment made Chu Wanning feel pain. He suddenly lowered his head, stopped talking, and closed his eyes.

He didn’t say anything, and Mo Ran began to become increasingly gloomy. In this silence, he picked up the letter paper on the table and read it one by one. The further he looked back, the more dangerously his eyes narrowed.he murmured thoughtfully, a man who could draft the reign name as “Ji Ba”, racking his brains while looking for chapters and sentences at the stone table.

At the end, with a sinister look on his face, he suddenly flicked the pile of letters to the ground.

he raised his eyes coldly.

“Chu Wanning, you want him.”

“…No.”

He didn’t want to get entangled with him, so he turned around and was about to leave, but before he took two steps, the sleeve of his robe was grabbed, and then his chin was grabbed with violent and fierce force. In a moment of spinning, he was violently pushed onto the stone table.

Mo Ran’s hand was so strong and so cruel that in the blink of an eye, he pinched out bruises and bruises on his cheek.

The sun shines through the vine flowers and shines in Chu Wanning’s eyes, which reflect the almost crazy and twisted face of the Immortal Emperor.

Handsome and pale.

Fiery.

The Taxianjun didn’t know the word shame, and he started tearing at Chu Wanning’s clothes.If there were other possibilities for pushing him on the stone table, then obviously there would be no way back to him if he started tearing off his clothes.Chu Wanning almost shouted angrily: “Mo Weiyu——!”

The tone full of anger and disappointment did not extinguish the burning evil fire, but instead poured down like hot oil, splashing with fierce flames.

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

He was unwilling to touch Mo Ran’s back. He only grabbed the edge of the stone table convulsively with his backhand and gasped in a low voice: “Evil beast…”

There was a layer of blood in the burning eyes, and he did not judge the word “evil beast”, but said sullenly: “It’s okay if you don’t explain. I really shouldn’t ask you again. You can no longer be regarded as my master now.”

He’s movements are fierce and fierce, and he only seeks his own pleasure and comfort, but Chu Wanning’s feelings are like grass.

“Who is Wan Ning now?” He almost gritted his teeth: “She’s just a concubine, a concubine… please spread your legs further.”

During the entanglement, Mo Ran turned he over, all the paper and ink on the table were messed up, and the brush fell to the ground.Chu Wanning was pressed against the table by he, with endless pain under his body, and boundless vastness in front of him.

He looked at every word, every stroke.

The body is like a bodhi tree, the mind is like a mirror…

Where is the old friend?

The sea is vast…the mountains are far away.

The words are heartbreaking.

In front of him, there is still the ink of youth smiling at him, and the dark eyelash curtains tremble gently, like a black butterfly flower.

However, the ear temples are filled with the deep breathing of Ta Xianjun, humiliating him, bullying him, and saying hoarsely: “Chu Wanning… Oh, my Concubine Chu is still thinking about others?”

“Why do you wish me to be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night?” There was murderous intent in his voice, “Do you think I really don’t understand at all?”

Allen Chu gritted his teeth and leaned on the stone table. The bites and pinches on his body were all wet red marks, but Feng Mu was stubborn: “You don’t understand.”

Even though he knew that speaking out would result in harsher treatment, he still persisted in saying, “You don’t understand.”

You don’t know who the old friend is, and you don’t know why the sea is so vast and the mountains are so far away.

You don’t know who Jun is and who the moon refers to.

You…won’t understand.

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

Chu nightning’s clothes were messy, lying in the wisteria flowers, lying in the poetry and ink, there were red marks at the end of his eyes, like the bright color dyed on the fingertips when the rouge flowers were pinched off.

The lips were bitten and filled with blood.

He stood up and slowly put on his clothes… After being under house arrest for so long, from the initial heartbreaking pain, to now, the sorrow is greater than the death of heart.

What else can he do now that his spiritual core has been destroyed?The so-called dignity is only left after the fact. You must always put on your own clothes stubbornly and do not want to be faked by others.

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

When he saw the picture of “Looking at Weiyu from a Dream Awakening to the World”, his hand seemed to freeze slightly, but soon he turned over the paper, and then said sarcastically: “The bones are soft, but the handwriting is still pretty.”

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

The wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and the gold thread ruffles on the black clothes were flowing with splendor.

“Gone.”

Chu Wanning did not speak.

The ink burned through his eyes, and the shadow of wisteria made his black eyes darker and darker: “Don’t you want to see me off?”

The shade of the trees was flowing, Chu Wanning’s voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly said: “I once taught you.”

Mo Ran was startled: “What?”

“Seeing a letter is like meeting in person. Showing it is soothing.” After he said this, he finally raised his eyelashes and glanced at the man who had reached the top of the world. “I taught you to write, but you forgot.”

“Have you taught me to write?” Mo Ran frowned. This was not deliberately teasing Chu Wanning. Looking at him, he really had no impression at all.

Those who were about to leave stopped again.

Mo Ran asked: “When did it happen?”

Chu Wanning looked at he and said: “A long time ago.”

After he said this, he turned around and walked towards the house of Honglian Shuixie.

The ink burned in the same place, neither leaving nor coming in for a while.Later, Chu Wanning caught a glimpse of he from the window and returned to the stone table, flipping through the remaining stack of letters under the paperweight.

Allen Chu also closed the window.

That night, he caught a cold because he was tortured and didn’t know how to clean himself properly.

It’s not a big deal, he doesn’t think Mo Ran will know.But for some unknown reason that day, according to Liu Gong, it seemed that Song Qiutong cooked a bowl of Chao Shou, which for some reason made Emperor Taxian furious. Not only did he not stay at the Queen’s residence, he even left without eating dinner.

It was late at night and it started to rain heavily.At this time, people came to Honglian Water Pavilion.

“Your Majesty has an order, please ask Master Chu to move to the palace.”

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

If there is not a trace of kindness left, then he is mean and vicious.

Chu Wanning felt very uncomfortable, his face looked very pale, and he was very gloomy. He said: “I won’t go.”

“Your Majesty has——”

“Don’t go if you have anything.”

“…”

Going to bed with a patient is naturally not an interesting thing. In the past, when he was particularly unwell, Mo Ran would basically not force anything.

But it didn’t take long for the dismissed palace man to come back again. He entered the Red Lotus Pavilion, bowed in front of Chu Wanning, who was coughing badly, and then said indifferently: “Your Majesty has an order. If you are not ill, please go to the Wushan Palace to serve and sleep.”