Introduction
short story
be ending
ancient literature
(It will only be a relatively short one, so don't expect too much...)
"Young master, be careful, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the prince."
"Mo Biandu, please leave me alone!"
Looking into the eyes of the young man in front of him, Mo Chuan suddenly noticed his accelerated heartbeat beneath his cold appearance.
A former general who assisted the young master in his studies and daily life after being injured | Mo Chu.
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A willful and ungoverned young man｜Lan Yuxian.
In order to make the young master Lan Yuxian abandon martial arts and follow literature, he became educated and sensible. Prince Lan Luoyu specially invited General Mo Chui, who could no longer go to war due to illness, to come to Lan Mansion to assist his only son in his studies.
But the difficulty seems a bit high...
The young master's dissatisfaction made him feel tired, and his misunderstanding made him sad.
But the other party's unrestrainedness affected his emotions, his body, and his heart bit by bit.
Lan Yuxian's character of "not caring about others" and "the proud son of heaven" allowed them to reconcile and no longer be as tit-for-tat as before.
After spending time together, they inevitably fell in love.
When the young master's love spreads, Mojiu will pick it up bit by bit and hold it in his arms.
Like all the beautiful people in the world, they know and love each other.
An imperial edict came down, but because there was no one to respond, the general was summoned to the battlefield again.
Mo Chuan put on his general token again and regained his identity.
That night, Lan Yuxian cried heartbrokenly in his arms.
After that, the young master seemed to be angry and stopped laughing with him. Instead, he locked himself in the yard and practiced swordplay all day long.
Before the battle, Mo Chuan suddenly looked into his reluctant eyes, and there was an emotion in his eyes that he couldn't understand.
He comforted the other party: I will definitely come back.
His hand slowly touched Lan Yuxian's red eyes.
After informing the prince, Mo Chuan walked towards the door, only to find that the carriage that picked him up had already gone away, the general's token was not on his waist, and the young master was nowhere to be seen...
He was distraught and panicked.
There is a note on the table:
Mo Dudu, don't scold me.
I am just really afraid that you will die in that desolate place.
It's hard to disobey the imperial edict...
What he doesn't know is,
The day before his triumphant return, the young master was stabbed through the heart by a sword and died on a bloody battlefield.
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After that, Mochuo lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, looking forward to the young master's return.
Looking forward to the return of someone who will never come back.
——Do you know why you are called Yuxian?
Because everyone hopes that you will shine like the sun and be famous far away like the sound of strings.————
Purpose: Appreciate the beauty of ancient times
