After everyone left, Zhui Feng followed suit.
The white tiger, its long fur splattered all over the ground, listlessly lay down at Mo Yunzhao's feet, looking up at her with its tiger head raised.
"Master, give me a new name." Da Bai shook its tiger whiskers. "Beat the Wind, Abuse the Wind, Wind's Father, or even Chase the Wind Bald Donkey will do."
"Aren't you going to meow anymore?" Mo Yunzhao chuckled.
Big White lay down, tilting its large, fluffy tiger head to one side, and said, "That one is not to be trifled with."
Fu Meng couldn't hold back any longer, "City Lord, why not let His Highness try it? Perhaps it really can cure his eyes?"
What I care about most is whether the city lord can be cured of his eye disease.
Even the slightest glimmer of hope must be held onto tightly.
Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes. "Let's talk about it later."
She just wanted to wait for that mysterious person.
Big White lovingly licked its own long feathers, then looked at the feathers scattered on the ground. "Master, do you want to eat bird?"
"Eat the birds that His Highness the Crown Prince keeps," Da Bai added.
Looking at the long feathers that had been pecked off, Da Bai's tiger eyes welled up with tears. "I'll go pluck the feathers from this big bird and make you a feather duster to use on His Highness the Crown Prince."
It had it all planned out: sneak into His Highness the Crown Prince's place at night, catch that big bird, pluck all its feathers, and then take the featherless bald bird for a stroll around the city.
Bring it back and let Fu Liu's little maid steam or boil it...
It sounds delicious.
...
Mo Yunlan arrived at Wanbaoge in a flurry of activity.
Because she was running, and the midday sun was shining brightly, beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her small nose, and her little face was flushed.
Wearing a green silk dress, her face flushed, she looked as beautiful as a flower.
The manager of Wanbaoge had been peeking out the door, waiting for her. When she arrived, he hurriedly greeted her, "Miss Mo, you've finally arrived. Our esteemed guest has been waiting inside all morning."
Mo Yunlan was still a little out of breath. "Who?"
"The distinguished guest who made an appointment with you." The innkeeper led her inside.
Mo Yunlan was a little confused. "I only came to buy top-grade repair pills. I didn't make an appointment with anyone."
"You'll see when you see it. The elixir is with a nobleman, and he wants to give it to you personally."
Mo Yunlan frowned and said "Oh".
At this point, they also knew who the distinguished guest was.
The shopkeeper led Mo Yunlan into the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion. Before they even arrived, they could hear the melodious sound of a zither, filled with tender feelings and longing, coming from inside.
Mo Yunlan stood at the entrance of the courtyard and saw Ling Yongnian, dressed in a white robe, burning incense and playing the zither under the sunlit corridor.
His clothes and hair fluttered gently in the spring breeze, his handsome face was focused on playing the piano, and he was bathed in sunlight.
This scene is so beautiful it's like a painting, incredibly captivating, and makes you want to stop and listen.
"Hey, paper."
A gust of wind blew, and Lai Hongbo's voice ruined the beautiful piano music.
Mo Yunlan looked up and saw a piece of Xuan paper flying over in the wind and landing on her face.
She took it down and looked at the flamboyant calligraphy on it.
She read aloud, “I would rather forsake a sorrow than let my heart be known. I rejoice in my awakening against worldly conventions; you know the difference in my heart.”
As she recited, the beautiful piano music trembled slightly, as if disturbing the player's heart.
Lai Hongbo extended his hand, "Miss Mo, this poem was written by the Third Prince, please return it."
"The Third Prince is truly talented; what a fine poem!" Mo Yunlan readily handed over the Xuan paper.
She doesn't understand poetry, but if she needs something from someone, just praise her as much as possible.
Lai Hongbo gave her a strange look but did not take the Xuan paper.
Ling Yongnian had stopped playing the piano. He slightly raised his chin, his lines graceful. The sunlight fell on him, as if coating him with a layer of light, making him as dazzling as a god.
He looked up, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "Miss Mo, you've arrived."
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