[Comprehensive] White Moonlight's Fancy Whitewashing History

When I woke up in the morning, the weather was slightly cold.

Mo Qinghan brewed a pot of tea and took a sip.

He was practicing piano in the morning, so he could only catch Cheng Yimo at this time. Although he hurt his back, the medicine Mo Qinghan gave him was the best, and he could walk within a few days.

Cheng Yimo is not a entangled person, even though he knew that he was the reincarnation of the person his husband loved, he didn't take it seriously.

It's just that he finally developed a somewhat different affection for Mo Qinghan.

Now that spring has officially entered, the flowers and plants outside the yard have sprouted.Unlike winter, it looks like a piece of tender green from a distance.

Cheng Yimo has been quite obedient recently, he got up early in the morning, and it seemed that he really wanted to practice piano with Mo Qinghan.

"I'll play a part first, you listen."

Cheng Yimo was a little puzzled: "Didn't you hear it many times before? What's the difference?"

Mo Qinghan chuckled lightly: "The piano is different."

He did not know where to take out a qin, which looked very strange, and the strings were incomplete.Cheng Yimo rubbed his eyes, and felt that there was nothing wrong with the strings of the piano.

When Mo Qinghan played the first note, Cheng Yimo even felt that the piano was glowing.

Mo Qinghan's demeanor has completely changed. Although his eyes are still soft, Cheng Yimo seems to see the seasons, prosperity, and rotation in him.

The qin music was melodious, and after listening to it, Cheng Yimo still felt warm in his body, and even a few budding flowers in the yard bloomed.

Cheng Yimo was engrossed in listening, but Mo Qinghan stopped: "How? Can I gain something?"

It's hard to describe this feeling, Cheng Yimo pondered: "This piece...is different from the one my husband played before, but I think this one is more intimate."

Mo Qinghan's tone was softer: "Mu Shan has been around for thousands of years, you've heard it so many times, maybe you subconsciously remember it."

Since then, Mo Qinghan really didn't shy away from this topic in front of him.

Be by his side, like the way he talks, like the way he smiles at himself.

This feeling...beyond reincarnation, even if he doesn't remember anything about his previous life, he still likes the person in front of him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yimo became relieved.

The last trace of entanglement in his eyes dissipated with the wind, and he smiled at Mo Qinghan: "Sir, can I learn the song just now?"

Mo Qinghan said: "Okay."

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Cheng Yimo has never done anything so wholeheartedly. From spring to summer, from summer to autumn, half a year has passed in a flash.

It's just that there is no time limit for the second main task, and he has not finished it until now.

Cheng Yimo was used to being careless, but suddenly he was asked to write a love letter and felt a little shy.

He crumpled the paper up irritably, his face turning black.

The boy came in to sweep the floor, looked at the pile of paper balls, and couldn't help sighing: "Master, these paper balls are almost piled up into a hill."

Cheng Yimo's face turned even darker: "If you are told to sweep the floor, sweep it, remember not to be seen by others!"

The boy nodded quickly: "Understood."

Cheng Yimo was still worried, and coughed twice with his face flushed: "Remember to burn things with fire."

The boy was a little surprised, but nodded.

This is a pain for him now, although he doesn't know what it is written in, but he still has to stealthily take it and burn it.Holding the ball of paper in his arms, he walked to the corner, but saw Mr. Mo staring at him: "What are you doing?"

I didn't want to be seen by others, but I was caught by Mr. Mo all at once.

Not knowing if the young master would kill him, the servant smirked twice: "Burn something."

Mo Qinghan: "What is it, show me."

The boy cried and said: "Mr. Mo, don't embarrass me, the young master said he didn't want people to see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly closed his mouth.

He didn't tell himself, he has served the young master for a long time, and he has become the same as the young master, hey... It's really close to the vermilion, the red is close to the ink, and the black, it seems that he should learn from Mr. Mo.

Mo Qinghan didn't want to embarrass him, but quietly took one of the paper balls.

The boy just pretended he didn't see anything, anyway, there were so many balls of paper piled up into a mountain, so this one was not bad.

When the boy was burning all the things in the corner, he saw that Mr. Mo carefully spread out the piece of paper, looking at the writing on it with a sweet smile.

Boy: ...What the hell are you writing!

But as a servant, no matter how curious he is, he still has to obey the young master's orders.

The boy walked back to the bookstore, but saw that Cheng Yimo had stopped messing with paper balls, and instead focused on studying the rhythm.

The servant lowered his head and said, "Young master, I've already burnt them all." The one in Mr. Mo's hand came out.

Cheng Yimo, who was cheated, didn't react at all. He was writing a song, and he was giggling all the time while writing.Hearing the boy's words, he just waved his hands: "You go down first."

"Yes."

He can't write love letters, but during this period of time, his piano skills have improved greatly, and writing a piece of music is not a problem at all.

Even Master Cheng was dumbfounded, he didn't expect his son to have such talent.If he started from elementary school, Cheng Yimo might have become a master of piano art for a generation.

Although Cheng Yimo doesn't like reading and suffers from a terminal illness that makes him sleepy while reading, he is very interested in Qin anyway.

After more than half a year of Mo Qinghan's teaching, he could even play a duet with Mo Qinghan sometimes.

However, what Cheng Yimo didn't know was that this was the third time that Mo Qinghan had taught him to play the piano.The first time was in Lishan, the second time was in Nanqu Town, and the third time is now.

Thinking of Mo Qinghan's appearance and Mo Qinghan's doting smile, he quickly completed a piece of music, putting his love in it.

This piano piece is Cheng Yimo's love letter.

[Cheng Yimo, I'm back. ]

Having not said much in his mind for half a year, Cheng Yimo suddenly dropped the pen he was holding.

"Why are you talking again all of a sudden?"

678 gritted his teeth: [If it weren't for you, why would 233 suddenly be so stupid that he wants to be demoted, and still be with me...]

Cheng Yimo caught the key word: "What with you?"

The system wondered why this kid suddenly became smarter today.It took a deep breath and calmed its tone: [Nothing. ]

It remembered the main task it assigned before leaving, and asked again: [By the way, how is your task done? ]

Now it was Cheng Yimo who was silent: "Not yet..."

[Tsk, why are you so dawdling. ]

"Because I'm cowardly." Cheng Yimo cried sadly.

[What are you talking about? ] Mo Qinghan longed for him to come forward and confess his love.

Cheng Yimo was a little nervous: "You said what if my husband doesn't accept me..."

System: […] Do people in love have negative IQs?And I feel so bad after taking a bite of dog food for no reason!

[Why would Mo Qinghan dislike you?Be good, listen to me, go early. ] It worried like a father in advance, 678 was very troubled inside.

Cheng Yimo twitched: "I still..."

The system's face turned black: [... Is it a man? ]

Cheng Yimo didn't like to listen to these words, he put his hands on his chest, and said triumphantly, "Ping, I am!"

system:[……]

It doesn't want to fight with Cheng Yimo anymore, this kind of mutual harm is meaningless at all.So 678 resumed that aloof personality, closed his eyes lazily, and never spoke again.

Cheng Yimo finished the draft of the song, stood up, and prepared to put away the things properly, and polish it someday.

At this moment, there was a message from someone outside: "Master, it's not good, master..."

The manuscripts in Cheng Yimo's hands were scattered on the ground: "What's wrong with my father?"

The servant was out of breath and couldn't even utter a complete sentence, which made Cheng Yimo very anxious.

"You said it!"

The servant said out of breath, "Master... suddenly fell into a coma."

Now Cheng Yimo heard it clearly, and ran away. He lived in the book house for more than half a year, and he didn't meet Master Cheng as much as before, and he didn't notice that Master Cheng was unwell at all.

His heart was in turmoil, thinking that his father was only 50 years old, how could he suddenly fall into a coma?

When he went to Master Cheng's room, he found a group of women surrounding him. The doctor inside just shook his head after feeling his pulse: "Ah...it looks like the lamp is dry."

Cheng Yimo's mind went blank, he stood there blankly, and a pain came to his heart.

The women were crying, but Cheng Yimo was the only son of Master Cheng's sons, and the rest were either officials in the court or doing business abroad.

Cheng Yimo's lips were pale, and he looked at the doctor: "Doctor, can my father be saved?"

Seeing Cheng Yimo's distraught appearance, the doctor couldn't help but shook his head: "My medical skills are helpless, besides... life, old age, sickness and death are human nature, young master, don't be too sad."

Every time he faces the patient's family, he always says that, but how many people can listen to it?

Cheng Yimo looked at the thin man on the bed, his eyes were red: "Dad is so sick, why didn't anyone tell me!"

One of the women stood up: "Master fainted suddenly, even those of us beside the pillow don't know, Yi Mo, don't blame yourself too much."

This person is the most favored concubine, it's okay to call him by his first name.

Cheng Yimo fell into self-blame, his eyes were full of uneasiness, but he heard the person on the bed suddenly make a sound.

"Amo, come here."

Seeing that Master Cheng woke up suddenly, the women present breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Yimo quickly walked to Master Cheng's side and held his hand: "Father."

Master Cheng's thoughts seemed to come back. He glanced around and felt a little headache: "Why are they all around me? Let's go back to our respective rooms."

Those women looked at Master Cheng reluctantly, but they couldn't stop the father and son from talking, so they left this place slowly.

Many of them were girls sold by their parents or in brothels.Although Master Cheng loves beauty, he never forces others. He only asks clearly and must follow him voluntarily before marrying him.

Although there were many sisters in the yard, they were not treated harshly after getting old and fading, and Master Cheng treated them well.

"Master, is it true that you can't do it?" The eyes of the sisters were all red.

One of them said with a pale face: "When the master was in a coma, he heard a report from his servant that... our family, Yi Mo, had an affair with that Mr. Mo, so he forcibly vomited blood."

The women opened their eyes wide and quickly blocked her mouth: "You can't talk nonsense!"

Most of them are barren, so they love Master Cheng's children very much.

"Whether it's true or not, we have to hide it!" Several people tremblingly said this sentence.