I don’t know why, but the sound fell into Xiao Yurou’s ears and it actually had a bit of familiarity.

It was not until Xiao Yurou turned her head to look at everyone's eyes that she realized that the middle-aged man who had been sleeping soundly before had left the seat he had just sat down and walked into everyone's sight.

Bai Shu's voice was also a bit unexpected: "Mr. Mo Xuan, it turned out to be you. It's been more than a year since we parted."

Xiao Yurou recalled that day, when Bai Shu took her to fly a kite, and accidentally entered the Emperor Shiyuan halfway and drank with Su Xianyu's disciple Mo Xuan.

At this time, when I looked at Mo Xuan, Xiao Yurou felt new and old grievances in her heart. She felt that the experience of that day was still vivid in her mind, as if it had just happened yesterday.

Su Xianyu asked Bai Shu to teach, while Xiao Yurou asked Bai Shu to stay.

At that time, Bai Shu was so good to Xiao Yurou. At that time, Xiao Yurou wanted to be Bai Shu's senior sister, and she dared to steal Bai Shu's bright moon flying fairy lantern.

It’s a pity that Xiao Yurou is in Bai Shu’s heart now, nothing is gone. No one noticed Xiao Yurou’s depressed mood at this moment.

Somehow, when he thought of this, Xiao Yurou suddenly remembered a person, a man like a black lotus. He used Pu Dao well and once said confidently that he would marry him, and never broke his promise.

If Xue Dongyi was there at this moment, she would definitely look at him with a knife, smile at him, then put away all the sharpness on her body, dedicate the softest inch in her heart, and spread it flat under her feet.

Xiao Yurou looked down at the darkness under her feet, remembering the autumn rain in Zisang Villa and the bright red wedding dress.

If you really think that you have nothing to do, what should you do if you keep that wedding dress?

All of this was only stirred in Xiao Yurou's heart, and everyone else was attracted by Mo Xuan's attention.

Mo Xuan looked at Bai Shu and sighed, "Yes, I think of you and me drinking hard that day, it was so satisfying. Even the teacher didn't stop me."

Speaking of Su Xianyu, Mo Xuan's expression of comfort suddenly stopped. Su Xianyu suddenly remembered that Su Xianyu had not returned after swimming for a long time, and the worries in his heart rekindled.

The emperor suddenly said angrily: "You know how to drink. Today's Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was drunk before the banquet started. If the gentleman knew, you would be beaten."

These words are blaming them, but how can Bai Shu listen to them? How can he smell like a young wife teaching her husband a lesson? The worries are naturally better than blaming them.

Only then did Bai Shu realize why there was one more basin of charcoal fire around Mo Xuan than others. It was this princess who specially added it to Mo Xuan.

At the same time, Bai Shu also thought of the rumors about Mo Xuan and Emperor Ji in the market, and they all said that the two were originally in love and marriage. As Mo Xuan's senior brother, Vatican snatched love with his sword and snatched Mo Xuan's most beloved woman.

Only then did this famous talented man start drinking to drown his sorrows and become increasingly addicted.

Bai Shu shook his head when he thought of this. He liked the Qianxi Lake water as the sect leader said, using the quietness and beauty of the water to kill the stubborn stones.

That is to deal with stones. If you deal with people, you can’t use wine. Then you have to use a knife and a sword, at least you have to use some strong and effective means.

Faced with the Emperor's reproach, Mo Xuan just responded lightly: "I'm rude." Then Mo Xuan disappeared, and even lost his interest in continuing to reminisce with Bai Shu. He turned around and returned to his table and continued to drink a lot of wine.

The archer bell table went all the way in turn, and Li Yu also returned to the table to drink wine. Bai Shu and Kong Qi greeted him and then sat next to Mo Xuan.

When Mo Xuan saw Bai Shu coming, he didn't say anything. He filled a glass of wine for Bai Shu and pushed it in front of Bai Shu.

Bai Shu took the wine and drank it all in one sip. Mo Xuan quickly added another glass to Bai Shu. This time Bai Shu didn't drink a lot, took a sip and asked Mo Xuan: "Where has been this year?"

Mo Xuan replied in a low mood: "After sending the teacher to sea, he has been staying in Lingwu."

Bai Shu then asked again: "Is there any news about Mr. Su recently?"

When Mo Xuan mentioned this, his eyes were a little red, and he replied for a while: "The teacher has gone and there is no news. I, a disciple, are really incompetent."

Bai Shu had some questions in his heart, and couldn't help but blurt out, "I thought you would go out to sea with Mr. Su."

Mo Xuan's emotions became excited in an instant, and his eyes suddenly turned to the location where Emperor Hua was. Then Mo Xuan calmed down and said depressedly: "Yes, I should indeed go out to sea with the teacher."

Bai Shu asked Mo Xuan again, "Have you heard that the ancestor of our Taixu Temple came from the South China Sea and rode a donkey to Moyuan Mountain?"

Mo Xuan nodded slightly and said, "I have heard this legend countless times, and everyone in the world knows it."

Bai Shu comforted Mo Xuan and said, "This also shows that there must be people outside the South China Sea. It's just that it's not that simple to find those overseas."

Bai Shu paused, took a sip of wine and continued: "I believe that with Mr. Su's knowledge, he must have made sufficient preparations in advance and had the support of clear historical materials, so he made up his mind to go out to sea."

Mo Xuan shook his head with a serious expression and said, "We have not recorded any overseas world for thousands of years. At most, there is always endless sea fog outside the South China Sea, which will make people completely disorientated."

Speaking of this, Mo Xuan's voice became a little sharper: "I'm worried...I'm worried about the teacher..."

Bai Shu sighed lightly. He wanted to inquire about some overseas situations from Mo Xuan, but he didn't expect that Mo Xuan knew nothing about it.

Not only that, Bai Shu was asking for trouble at this moment to drink with Mo Xuan and comfort him well.

Bai Shu comforted Mo Xuan a few more words, and after drinking this glass of wine, he proposed to treat Roujia's eyes and took this opportunity to leave early.

But after Bai Shu finished drinking a glass of wine, he was about to get up when he saw a guard holding a roll of parchment in his hand ran in from outside the hall.

The guard ran and shouted loudly: "There is news about Mr. Su, and the news about Mr. Su."

Bai Shu was overjoyed. It was better to be a coincidence that things in the world were going to be better than to be able to get there. It was Bai Shu who was curious about the news that Mr. Su went to sea, so someone sent the news.

In addition to the disciples of Taixu Temple and the civil and military officials in the palace, even Huadi himself stood up from his seat excitedly.

Vatti held back his emotions and said, "Come on, how did you send me the news? But did you send someone back?"

The guard went forward and explained: "It was a wooden box drifting from the South China Sea to the mouth of the Nanhai River. It was salvaged by a fisherman. The box had been eroded by sea water. Fortunately, it was parchment paper, and most of the handwriting could be identified."

Vatti took the parchment roll and asked again, "Is there any other news?"

The guard replied, "There is only this letter."

Vatic waved his hand and said, "Reward, everything related to this roll of parchment is highly rewarded. Then bring the person who found this roll of paper and I will ask myself."

The guard then stepped down, while Vatti held the parchment scroll and read the words in it with all his concentration.

Everyone else looked at Vatti urgently, and couldn't wait to know what was said on the parchment roll.

Vatti said while looking, "That's right, that's right, this is the handwriting of the gentleman... I didn't expect that outside the South China Sea, it turned out to be like this, so it was..."

Mo Xuan was anxious about Su Xianyu, and at this moment he didn't care about etiquette. He stood up with alcohol all over his body, walked around like Vatican, and shouted, "Brother Long, what did the teacher say, tell me quickly!"

After this title came out, Mo Xuan and Huadi didn't think there was anything, but others put away the discussion. The Huaqing Palace suddenly became extremely quiet.

It has been a day or two since Mo Xuan broke up with Vatti because of a woman. He has not called Vatti's name for many years since he was a classmate.

But at this moment, Mo Xuan got drunk. While concerned about Su Xianyu, he seemed to have returned to the days when he read scriptures and history with Vatican under Su Xianyu.

This sentence, Long Ge'er did not seem to be alienated because of years of not mentioning it. Instead, it brewed a bit of affection in Mo Xuan's mouth over the years.

The scene suddenly became quiet. Vatti and Mo Xuan realized that the name was wrong just now, and they subconsciously looked at each other.

Mo Xuan's wine has sobered up most of it.

He lowered his eyes and said, "I have lost my word and lost my sense of justice."

Bai Shu originally thought that Vatican would recite some old love, and even called Mo Xuan's nickname. But in fact, Vatican just nodded slightly and did not say much, but continued to lower his head and read the letter book.

Mo Xuan just walked to Vatti and sat down, and did not dare to keep approaching and watch the contents of the letter with Vatti.

Seeing this scene, Bai Shu sighed. He still vaguely remembered that someone said that there are only three types of people in the world, men, women and emperors.

As an emperor, the highest collection of power, can't we really have great emotions like ordinary people who sincerely abandon different statuses?

Bai Shu always thought that if a person lives without even the human touch, it would be better to die than to die, or even not as good as the sword in the Houyuan of Taixu Temple.

The most tragic thing in the world is nothing more than the four words: things are right and human beings change. Flowers have blooms and falls, people have separations and reunions, and even the bright moon in the sky is sunny and in short.

Bai Shu once saw Luo Shilan raise a bouquet of flowers, and the life cycle of the flower is only ten years. Even if it is taken care of, the flower will wither and die when it comes to life.
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