Lord of Israel

In August, the pagoda flowers in Chang'an City were yellow, and the osmanthus was fragrant. Moli was arranged to live in the "Youlan Garden", and the courtyard was full of large areas of onion orchids.

Yun Lin is indeed the most skilled doctor in Daxia. In just half a month, the wound on Mo Li's face began to scab and fall off, and the deep and shallow knife marks began to fade and disappear under his ointment.

Mo Li didn't know why Xia Yu wanted to redeem him, and why Yun Lin treated him.Since they didn't say anything, he didn't bother to ask.

The days were leisurely, so Yuan Bao took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone every day, and helped him to the stone table in the yard to bask in the sun.When I have nothing to do, I practice calligraphy. Occasionally, I also paint when I am in the mood. I make an orchid picture with the onion orchids blooming just right in the yard.

Being a young lady is not all about having good looks, and those who are officials also have some literary talents. In order to be vain and elegant, and to please the guests more, the old bustard had to spend a lot of money to train them to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Mo Li always likes to practice calligraphy , others are involved.

Because Yunlin was going to travel far to the western desert, Xia Yu had been in a cold war with him for more than a month, but he tried all means, and Yunlin insisted on leaving again.

Once again, Xia Yu broke up unhappy, and Xia Yu walked out of "Baicao Pavilion" in annoyance, walking down the Qingshi Road aimlessly.I don't know how long it took, when I walked to "Youlan Garden", I meditated for a while facing the courtyard with the gate open, and then I remembered that a young man lived in at the beginning of the month.

Those big black and white eyes appeared in my mind without warning. Xia Yu thought for a moment before walking into the yard.

The pure white scallion orchids are in full bloom, and the light floral fragrance is just right, if it is too strong, it will be pungent, and if it is too light, it will be too cold.The white petals are slightly yellowish, pure and elegant.

Xia Yu looked at the locust tree in front of the house through the orchids in the garden. On the stone table under the tree was a man in white clothes. The sunlight fell from the leaves and danced on his black hair.

Subconsciously approached, but Mo Li didn't respond at all, it seemed that he was fast asleep.Xia Yu picked up the rice paper on the table. A bunch of orchids were drawn on the paper.The leaves are made with heavy ink, and the ink of the flowers is slightly lighter, all of which incorporate the brushwork of calligraphy.There is also a poem on the right side: Graceful flowers and long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.It is admirable not to be taken by others, even if there is no one, you will be beautiful.

"Heh..." Xia Yu smiled. The paintings are good paintings, the calligraphy is also good, and the poems are also good poems.Xia Yu would praise it without hesitation if it was done by anyone.However, it actually came from the hands of Mo Li, just a young man, talking about being lonely and reclusive, not fighting for vanity.

It has to be said that Mo Li interested him very much, whether it was his cold and haughty look or his black and white eyes, he was a little curious.

Time passed like running water.At the end of September, the Sophora japonica flowers in "Youlan Garden" withered and the orchids were in full bloom, and there was no trace of a scar on Mo Li's face.Yun Lin healed the knife marks for him, and the price was that Mo Li stayed to take care of Xia Yu on his behalf for three years.

Why was Mo Li selected?Xia Yu didn't understand, and Mo Li didn't understand even more.Probably because Mo Li is a young lady.

"Three years, wait for me." Yun Lin and Xia Yu made such an agreement amidst the flying flowers, and left Chang'an.At this point, Xia Yu finally understood why Yunlin wanted him to redeem Mo Li's body. It was a substitute he left behind to take care of Xia Yu for him for three years.

Mo Li climbed up the old pagoda tree in "Youlan Garden", stood on the trunk and looked at the still prosperous Chang'an City.After escaping from the cage of "Tao Li Pavilion", he entered another more gorgeous cage.The difference is nothing more than changing from a servant who serves thousands of people to a servant who is dedicated to one person.Will he not be able to get rid of this lowly status until he dies?

Xia Yu stood under the locust tree in "Youlan Garden" and looked up at the person on the tree.Mo Li has fair skin, and he also prefers white clothes. The breeze blows his skirts, and the morning sun is warm and warm.However, the expression of the person on the tree is always so indifferent, with three points of alienation and seven points of coldness.With green leaves and a white shirt, and the breeze and warm sun, Xia Yu had the illusion for a moment that he was an exiled immortal who had strayed into the mortal world.

However, that was an illusion after all, Xia Yu rubbed his chin, "If you climb so high and fall down again, there will be no magic doctor to heal your legs, and you will be lame for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Mo Li turned his gaze to the visitor, stared at Xia Yu for a while with his usual cold eyes, and then climbed down from the tree in silence.

Xia Yu frowned, and looked seriously into Mo Li's eyes for the first time.Such a pair of peach blossom eyes, as bright as autumn water, should have been born on the face of a charming woman, but by accident, they grew on the face of a man with a cold nature. There was a trace of contradiction, but there was another flavor.

Mo Li walked to the stone table, picked up the blue and white porcelain teapot and poured Xia Yu a cup of tea, "My lord, please."

Xia Yu looked at the hand that brought the tea to his eyes. It was slender and fair, with slender fingers. It looked transparent under the warm sunlight, and the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.Looking at Mo Li against the light, his expression was still calm.

"Mo Li, do you know your duty as a recreational plaything?" Xia Yu slowly turned the teacup in his hand, the young leaves were floating in the warm water, and in the mist, he seemed to see Mo Li froze for a moment.

"Mo Li knows it's wrong." He lowered his head slightly to hide his expression, his tone of voice was still unhurried, as if nothing could stir up his emotions.

Playthings...Naturally, they have to be by the master's side all the time for his entertainment.

"Don't take this as an example, just follow me from today on."