Chu Qingwan quickened his pace and arrived in front of the mansion, and as expected, he saw a familiar face.
She was overjoyed and shouted: "Yanran!"
The person in front turned around when he heard the sound, and his little hibiscus-like face also showed joy: "Miss!"
She trotted over and hugged Chu Qingwan. The master and servant exchanged pleasantries for a while.
It's not quite true to say he's a master or a servant.
Yanran was casually rescued by Chu Qingwan on the roadside. He had taken care of her in the Chu Mansion five years ago. After she was kicked out of the Chu Mansion, Yanran went to beg the old man and followed her all the way.
Chu Qingwan regarded her as a biological sister and asked her countless times to change her name, but she refused, so she had no choice but to give up.
When I returned to Kyoto this time, I originally wanted to go together, but the accounts of the store there were not finished, so I left her to deal with it, and took the carts of medicinal materials and medical books with me.
Chu Qingwan greeted her into the house: "Didn't you say you would arrive this morning? Why are you so late?"
Yan Ran said: "Going back to Miss, we encountered a group of horse thieves on the way and were delayed."
Chu Qing looked at her at night: "You're not hurt, are you? Are the others okay too?"
Yan Ran chuckled softly: "Don't worry, miss, everything is fine. But your mansion is really hard to find. There is no plaque in front of the door. We almost went wrong."
Only then did Chu Qingwan remember that she had been busy dealing with King Qi and the Chu family these past few days, and she still didn't have a decent family member in her house.
Yan Ran suggested: "Why don't we call it Chu Mansion? We'll find a craftsman to make a piece for hanging later. It will be more convenient in the future."
Chu Qingwan strongly refused: "It would be unlucky for me to bump into them."
Yanran's eyes darkened as she thought of five years ago.
Chu Qingwan patted her on the shoulder, without saying anything, took her around the courtyard and gave her instructions one by one: "This is the pharmacy I have reserved. The medicinal materials and medical books are placed in it..."
Yanran agreed and went out to ask people outside to move things into the house and tidy them up.
After all the hard work, the sun was already setting in the west, and there were still a lot of things to take care of. Chu Qingwan couldn't help, so he turned around and went to Prince Qi's Mansion.
Maybe he came too early and Mo Jingyu was not in the room. The servant said he was in the garden and led Chu Qingwan there.
There is an artificial lake in the garden of Prince Qi's Mansion, surrounded by drooping willow branches and carefully tended flowers of various colors. The scenery is very beautiful.
A unique pavilion was built in the center of the lake. Mo Jingyu was dressed in crescent white brocade and was practicing calligraphy.
Since they met, Chu Qingwan saw him wearing light-colored clothes for the first time. From a distance, he looked like an independent and elegant young man.
But once she got closer, his cold and evil temperament immediately dispelled her thoughts.
It was still early, so Mo Jingyu was a little surprised when he saw her: "Doctor Chu came early today."
Chu Qingwan said an unnecessary "hmm", glanced at the paper, and was slightly surprised.
Mo Jingyu's calligraphy is different from his person. He is evil, perverse, indifferent and reckless, but his handwriting is very flexible, with a certain degree of control and an indescribable elegance.
What is even more surprising than the words is that he is actually writing Buddhist scriptures silently!
This feels like a murderous demon reciting a death curse for the souls of his subordinates, which is very inconsistent.
Chu Qingwan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
This King Qi...does he really know what he is writing?
Of course Mo Jingyu knew it, and he also knew the reason for Chu Qingwan's surprise, so he didn't have much trouble in his heart.
In the eyes of the world, he is the God of War and a synonym for bloodthirsty cruelty. When he is free, he should study how to make people die more painful, instead of writing Buddhist scriptures without any distractions.
Mo Jingyu was aware of the rumors from the outside world, but he didn't care about it. He wrote the last word steadily and even had the mood to ask: "What does Divine Doctor Chu think of this word?"
"The clouds are flowing and the water is flowing, the luan is drifting and the phoenix is swimming." Chu Qingwan sincerely praised him, suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile, "My lord, would you consider helping someone with a word or something? It will be paid!"
Mo Jing paused for a moment, and Lin Yu next to him was also stunned.