Before he became the God of War, Mo Jingyu was still called Qin Yu, and he was an extremely talented young prince in Shoukanghou Mansion.
At the age of ten, he became famous in Kyoto for his majestic seven-character poem. At the age of twelve, his good calligraphy shocked the whole city and became famous.
At that time, there was an endless stream of scholars visiting the Hou Mansion every day, and the calligraphy treasures of the young prince Qin were hard to come by.
However, the good times did not last long. Within two years, the young prince Qin suddenly went to the battlefield, killed countless enemies and made military exploits. He was given a national surname and became the youngest prince of the Dayan Dynasty at the age of eighteen.
It should have skyrocketed, but since then, rumors about King Qi's murderous nature have become rampant.
To this day, no one remembers that King Qi, who is now feared, was once an outstanding talent.
Even Mo Jingyu himself had almost forgotten.
Lin Yu carefully observed his face, feeling worried.
The prince has not written a word in a serious manner for many years. It is a pain for him to think about the glory of the past.
When Chu Qingwan saw that the two of them had different expressions, and Mo Jingyu had an unpredictable expression, his heart pounded.
Isn't it? She just likes his words and wants to ask for a few words for her house. She won't step on any of his taboos, right?
There was silence for a long while, and the silence was so quiet that people felt panicked.
Chu Qingwan blinked and pursed her red lips: "If the prince is unwilling, then..."
"what would you like?"
Mo Jingyu's voice sounded almost at the same time as hers, and there was no emotion in his low tone.
Chu Qingwan didn't react for a moment: "Ah?"
Mo Jingyu turned to look at her and asked again: "What word do you want?"
Chu Qingwan came back to his senses, thought for a while, and said: "'Tao Ranju'."
She didn't like any house or house, and when Yanran mentioned it to her, these three words came to her mind.
Mo Jingyu recited it silently, without asking any questions, and asked Lin Yu to change to a large piece of paper, dip his pen in ink, and write it out with a few swipes.
It's the kind of running script with a bit of connecting strokes, and it has a graceful and unrestrained style, which completely coincides with what Chu Qingwan expected.
She fell in love at first sight, praised Mo Jingyu lavishly, and finally asked: "How much money?"
Lin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking: Based on the price of the prince when he was twelve years old, I'm afraid he won't be able to afford it even if he sells the mansion.
As soon as the thought came to an end, Mo Jingyu said: "Send it to you."
Chu Qingwan was in disbelief: "Seriously?"
Mo Jing was depressed and didn't answer. He called someone to clean up his pen and ink, then turned his wheelchair to go to his dormitory in Haitang Courtyard.
Chu Qingwan carefully put away the calligraphy treasure and followed in small steps, with a suspicious look on his face.
Mo Jingyu glanced at her: "Do you have something to say?"
Chu Qingwan said truthfully: "Your Majesty helped me today, and now he gives me such a generous gift. I am receiving the salary for nothing, and my conscience is uneasy."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyes quietly, as if asking: Do you still have a conscience?
Did you forget to take advantage of his inability to move and pierce his mute point and feed him bitter medicine?
Chu Qingwan touched his nose and pretended not to understand, but in the end he kept this sentiment in his heart.
Therefore, when he got the acupuncture later, she was extremely gentle and told interesting stories to distract him.
Mo Jingyu found it a little funny.
This little girl has two faces before and after she received the favor.
He narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "My actions all depend on my mood, so don't worry too much."
In other words, everything happened today because he was in a good mood, so she didn't have to worry about it.
Chu Qingwan responded vaguely, obviously not listening.
She doesn't like to owe favors, and for the time being, she can't repay what happened to the Chu Mansion, but this calligraphy treasure is a gift, and it should come and go before things can be settled.
Thinking of this, after finishing the diagnosis and treatment, Chu Qing returned home in the evening and rushed into the warehouse.