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Chapter 107 Mo Yingyun and His Confidantes

Seeing Bai Yue so eager, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Yun Qingchen's eyes. He gently took Bai Yue's hand and walked towards his courtyard with her.

"Hey, Qingchen, this direction doesn't seem to lead to the study..."

"Xiaoyi cleaned up the study today and made it a mess, so let's move to a cleaner place so we can study better..."

"Oh, why is it so dark in this room? Qingchen, do you have any lighting with you, such as candles?"

"Hey, that's strange. Why do I feel a little hairy on the back of my neck... Oh my God, Yun Qingchen, you..."

"Hush, the first lesson in painting is to learn to see with your heart and feel with your soul. Now be good and obedient. There will be a time later when you can speak freely and share your thoughts..."

Outside the window, the bright moon quietly disappeared into the embrace of the passing dark clouds, like a shy girl hiding behind the curtain of night.

The wind carried Yun Qingchen's soft whispers, like the gentlest murmur in the night sky, stirring people's heartstrings.

It is said that "Purple Air Rising" paints the face of flowers, "Green Jade and Longevity" dot the flowers, "Three Friends of Winter" dye the fragrant bushes, dew drops wet the tip of the brush, the wind comes and the red flowers dance with a smile, and the charming spring scenery intoxicates the eyes.

The next afternoon, the afternoon sun dappled Mo Yingyun's quaint and elegant study. As the last scent of ink slowly solidified in the air, Mo Yingyun gently stroked the poem he had just completed, and the emotions surging in his heart turned into a heartfelt admiration.

"Haha, Xiaoyue, the world you describe spans heaven and earth, and your writing is so brilliant! If this collection of poems could be widely circulated, you would surely become the shining poet saint in the literary world, unmatched!"

Bai Yue was standing in front of the study window at this time, looking through the window lattice at the distant scenery, and spoke in a humble yet mysterious tone.

"Grandpa, you flatter me too much. These popular poems were not written by me!"

"It was simply that when I dreamt of returning to the Ninth Heaven, I happened to hear the immortals humming softly, and thanks to my excellent memory, I was able to engrave them one by one in my heart."

Hearing this, Mo Yingyun's lips curled up in a kind arc, and he smiled and joked.

"You, child, always love to make up fascinating stories. But why have you been standing by the window since you came in? Do you think the way I paint is not elegant enough, or do you think my writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone are too simple and cannot compare to the elegance of your prince?"

"Grandpa, I definitely didn't mean that. I'm just... a little troubled, and I need the greenery and tranquility outside the window to purify my soul!"

When Bai Yue thought of the heart-wrenching fragments left by Yun Qingchen, her cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot. Even someone like her who had experienced many ups and downs was still shocked by what happened last night and couldn't recover.

Mo Yingyun walked lightly to Bai Yue's side, a warm smile on his lips.

"Look at you now, are you in a dilemma because of your relationship?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Yue's eyes, and she immediately asked seriously as if she was a student asking a question to the teacher.

"Well, Grandpa, there are some things I can't figure out right now. I..."

Before Bai Yue could finish her words, she was interrupted by Mo Yingyun with a smile.

"Xiaoyue, we'll discuss this issue later. Now I have a gift for you. Please follow me!"

As he spoke, he led Bai Yue to the desk. When Bai Yue's eyes fell on the flowing handwriting on the desk, he suddenly spoke out.

"Oh, Grandpa, so you are the world-famous calligraphy master Mo Yun. I once imitated your handwriting at the poetry gathering at the Duke of Qi's mansion. I never expected to see the original today!"

Mo Yingyun didn't expect Bai Yue to reveal his hidden identity at a glance, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"So you're really smart, kid. Yes, Mo Yun is the pseudonym I chose, and the reason was simply to seek recognition..."

Mo Yingyun sighed softly, a trace of reminiscence and helplessness flashing across his eyes.

"I seek no power or wealth in my life, only the companionship of brush and ink, and the freedom to travel the world. However, I was born into an imperial family, and my father regarded my calligraphy as a mere plaything that would lead to a loss of ambition. So, I named myself Mo Yun, vowing to make a name for myself in calligraphy. However, by the time I finally achieved fame, my father had already passed away..."

As he spoke, he slowly opened an exquisite wooden box, his fingertips gently stroking the treasured objects in the box, his tone full of emotion.

"This box contains several keepsakes. They were gifts from my close friends when I traveled around the world..."

After saying this, Mo Yingyun's gaze became soft and deep, as if penetrating the dust of time and returning to the beautiful times he spent with his beloved.

"1,2,3,4,5,6, uh, Grandpa, it seems like you have too many beautiful ladies!"

Bai Yue couldn't help but stick out her tongue in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh that Mo Yingyun was also a hidden master of love.

Mo Yingyun did not respond to Bai Yue's teasing. He just reminisced about his past with these six beauties, which was a mixture of love and hate. Among them, Mo Qingyan, the young master of the Sword Casting Villa of the Wulin Alliance, immediately caught Bai Yue's attention.

Because she clearly remembered that if she wanted to find Mo Xuanche's master, the person to whom the token should be given would be the owner of Zhujian Villa.

"Grandpa, it seems that Mo Xuanche has an old friend who has some inexplicable connection with the owner of the Wulin Alliance Sword Forging Villa. If we calculate based on the time, this Grandma Mo Qingyan should have risen from the young owner of the villa..."

Before Bai Yue could finish her words, she was interrupted by Mo Yingyun with a smile.

"Haha, the old friend of Xiao Che you're talking about must be Old Monster Tianyi. When this old fellow came to trouble me, I told him that I particularly hated the young emperor who had just ascended the throne in the palace. So this old fellow who always liked to contradict me forcibly taught Xiao Che his amazing martial arts!"

"Ah? So, Mo Xuanche's mentor was actually the result of your 'introduction'?"

Bai Yue never expected that Mo Yingyun, who seemed to be particularly distant from Mo Xuanche, actually planned so much for him in secret.

"Alas, it was all my fault that I returned too late and was unable to protect Xiao Che's mother. I feel guilty and hope to make it up to him. However, I'm afraid that if I treat him too well, it will bring disaster to him. So I can only entrust this important task to Qianyu and Lingyun, and let them watch over Xiao Che's growth on my behalf."

Mo Yingyun sighed softly, feeling both helpless about the past and deeply regretful about the unfortunate experience of Mo Xuanche's mother.