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"Yes, he is my master. I have many masters, and I temporarily took the Crown Prince as my master. Otherwise, why do you think he would have me as the Left Prime Minister? It's naturally because he trusts his own disciple more."
I smiled.
Chapter 203: The Desire to Trample
"Is that so?" Mo Yu smiled faintly. "Then, what about your master? Cheng Jue, he's also from your sect, right? So, he knows your master too, doesn't he?"
...I was speechless...This cunning fox, he's really addicted to interrogation, isn't he?
She walked slowly to the table, poured herself a cup of tea that hadn't been completely spilled, and drank it slowly. Then she turned and leaned against the table, smiling sweetly at Mo Yu. "Lord Mo, is this a question you should be asking? I've already said that my sect is a reclusive sect, not to be revealed to the public. Of course, I wouldn't dare disobey my master's orders… If, as Your Excellency is truly so interested, perhaps I can take you to see it when I return to my sect. It all depends on whether Your Excellency is willing to go then."
You damned fox, if you really dare to go, I'll follow Cheng Jue's example and trap you there. Let's see what you're capable of escaping on your own. Hehe, that'll be quite amusing.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, especially when I thought about the terrible state someone might be in, I couldn't stop laughing. Speaking of which, every time this person appears, they are elegant, noble, leisurely, and indifferent, as if they have everything under control, which arouses my strong desire to destroy them. I really want to break their elegance and leisure, and break that unyielding, indifferent smile on their face.
Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, stared at me for a while, and then suddenly chuckled softly.
"What are you laughing at?" I asked, exasperated.
"Alright, I'll definitely be there, Your Excellency." Mo Yu's voice was deep, emphasizing the words "Your Excellency." I felt a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but secretly smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mo Yu looking at me with gentle eyes. He raised his hand to lightly brush the dust off his clothes, his smile as refreshing and beautiful as a gentle breeze. Then he stood up. "Alright, I know you're sleepy, you should go to sleep. I'm leaving."
"Uh, okay!" I jumped up excitedly and opened the door for him. Come on, come on, I finally passed the test! Yay!!
Mo Yu smiled and walked over gracefully. He stopped at the door and looked at me quietly for a while before saying, "It's best to stay away from Yuwen Ke."
Well...
I was stunned for a moment. Before I could come to my senses and understand what he meant, I suddenly felt a cool sensation on my lips. He chuckled softly, left a light kiss, and then walked away briskly.
Chapter 204: The Scholar Who Takes the Blade of a Pot
I sat upstairs with a cup of tea, a table and a chair, and a stack of intricate drawings in front of me. As I turned the pages, I found portraits of the young ladies in the Zhongfang Garden, all, of course, in the hand of scholars.
This is something I asked the scholar to help with a long time ago. Speaking of which, the scholar is really unlucky. He's constantly running away and getting beaten up because of his painting, and it seems like his paintings can never be preserved.
The first half of the erotic painting we met was still wet with ink, barely dry, when that little devil Xiao Zheng came along. It was exposed, confiscated by his father, and he got a severe scolding. Then, he stumbled upon an outdoor erotic performance, tried to steal the painting, and ended up in a near-death escape, exhausting himself in the process. The same thing happened when he tried to steal a painting from Meng Tai. Later, when he tried to paint a lady bathing, the painting was destroyed, and he even got several scars on his face. Now, this master painter works tirelessly for days and nights, only to have his painting shattered to dust and almost get killed.
These are just the ones I know; who knows how many more I don't. Thinking about it makes me chuckle. Now I finally understand why this guy's paintings are so valuable, worth their weight in gold. Besides, the content is unique, and very few paintings have survived to this day, especially since they're quite well-painted. How could something like that not be valuable? Scarcity drives up the price, right? Hehe...
"Master, what a pity! All your paintings have been destroyed by Yuwen Ke. You know, the scholar painted you really well." I chuckled and recounted everything that happened after he left that day, teasing the monster sitting on the eaves, swaying gently in the wind.
The demon, with a leisurely and alluring expression, stretched out her beautiful fingers and gently flicked a fallen flower that had been blown in front of her. She parted her cherry lips slightly and said, "I'm not interested in things that are too troublesome."
"But those paintings, it's such a pity," I sighed.
It's such a pity. Those paintings were among the scholar's best works, and they've all been destroyed.
Have you seen it?
"Of course, otherwise how would I know if it's drawn well?" I rolled my eyes.
"That's settled then." Master suddenly chuckled, and the next second she floated to my side, her beautiful big eyes looking at me with big, watery eyes full of expectation. "Little Yan'er, let me read your thoughts. As long as I read your memories and see those drawings, I can restore them."
Uh... I was dumbfounded, and it took me a while to come to my senses. Then I couldn't help but get angry, "Don't even think about it!"
You damned monster, dare you try reading my thoughts?!
My master's expectant smile faded under my angry glare. He blinked, then blinked again, and finally pouted his red lips in a wronged manner, reluctantly replying, "Oh, I see. Fine, I won't study then."
I was still furious, glaring at my master. But then I noticed his expression suddenly turn strange, his gaze became somewhat fixed, and a vein on his forehead looked like it was about to throb.
Uh, I've never seen a monster like this before. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned my head to look in the direction he was pointing. Right at the entrance of Zhongfang Garden, the scholar was stealthily inching his way in, a large pot lid nervously hovering over his head, his hands tightly clutching his drawing paper and brushes. Occasionally, he'd glance up at me with eager, excited eyes, brimming with heightened anticipation.
Pot... Pot lid?!
My jaw nearly dropped. Before I could even burst out laughing, I panicked and yelled, "Kim Sam!"
Kim Jong-un immediately stepped out from the side.
"Quickly, take this stack of drawings to Ziru and tell her to keep them safe and make sure nothing happens to them!" I nervously handed over the drawings.
There's no way around it; the chances of a scholar's artwork surviving are extremely low, let alone in this situation. It's incredibly risky... I finally managed to get my hands on this promotional booklet, and I'm counting on these beautifully drawn illustrations of every girl to make Zhongfangyuan famous throughout the land. I can't let it all be ruined like this.
Kim Sam took the drawing, nodded, and without saying a word, turned and left. I breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did I have time to laugh.
Chapter 205: May You Have Good Fortune
“Master, haven’t you heard the saying? The most powerful person in this world is the one with only one mind, and no one can defeat them.” I chuckled as I looked at the monster whose face had turned pale.
"Speaking of which, why didn't you listen to my well-intentioned warning? I told you before, don't blame me for not taking responsibility if you cause trouble." I put on a sympathetic face, but my tone couldn't hide my schadenfreude.
"You brat, are you just going to watch the show from the sidelines?" Master gritted his teeth.
I smiled, my eyes crinkling, and nodded cautiously.
The story goes that a scholar, an ultimate painting fanatic, encounters a peerless beauty like his master, a woman he could paint a million times over. Especially since his master is a thousand-year-old demon, possessing an innate allure, a bewitching charm, and ever-changing, unparalleled elegance, no matter how many times the scholar paints, he could never fully capture her beauty. Therefore, the scholar's eyes light up the moment he sees his master, and he becomes obsessed with her day and night.
The master, who loved to show off his excitement and enthusiasm, but was also incredibly impatient, had long since gone from initial delight to utter annoyance. He no longer bothered to tease the scholar; in fact, he was now terrified at the mere sight of the light in the scholar's eyes.
I burst out laughing. Now he's reaping what he sowed! Haha, finally someone can handle Master!
The master suddenly sneered, "At worst, it'll just be the same as before."
"Uh, what's the same as before?" I asked, puzzled.
"Knock him out," the master said innocently, shrugging. "What else can we do?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I saw the scholar looking nervous with the pot lid on his head. Suddenly I realized what he meant and opened my mouth wide. “Master, so you’ve already met him and knocked him out?” No wonder this bookworm was wearing a pot lid on his head. Did he think that he wouldn’t get knocked out if he wore a pot lid on his head?