Grudge Breaker

Chapter 33 Dream Bubble-
  Wuqingju was exceptionally quiet. Mo Tingfeng was distracted looking at the moon-white gauze folded on the table. He couldn't help but recall the way Song Weichen played "Guangling San" just now. He really looked like her.

Thinking about it, it seems that the second time I saw Sang Pu, he was also dressed in moon-white gauze...

It was at the Mid-Autumn Moon Appreciation Banquet in the residence of Marquis Zhao. On that day, the residence was crowded with dignitaries and beauties, but he only saw her at a glance. She was still wearing a moon-white gauze dress, but with embroidery on the skirt. The wall is covered with cinnamon. There is a bit more color on the face. After all, it is the Marquis's Mansion, so it should have a somewhat festive look.

She was always surrounded by various fans, and Mo Tingfeng himself was constantly visited by people. The two of them had no chance to talk, but although he was chatting and laughing at the table, his mind was always with her.

Halfway through the banquet, Sang Pu played the guqin and sang "Qiu Hong" to suit the occasion. The fingering and the tune were outstanding and ancient, like the song of swallows singing in the evening wind. This made Mrs. Lao Hou very happy, and she held hands and talked for a long time.

Mo Tingfeng sat in the banquet and glanced at her from time to time, remembering that the "Tianzhi Minggui Festival" that was about to be held was short of a suitable music director. Isn't she the best candidate, and she happened to owe her " "Debt" to be repaid. Mo Tingfeng smiled, satisfied that he had thought of an excuse to have more contact with her.
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  "Young Master Mo, I heard that you will soon take over as the emperor. You are young and successful. Congratulations in advance!" An old man with white hair and beard came to sit next to Mo Tingfeng. Mo Tingfeng looked closely and saw that it was the prince's young master Xu Zheng. , and quickly returned the gift, "Xu Shaofu, I'm sorry, I should be Wan Sheng who came to see you..." The two started talking.

After Xu Shaofu left, when Mo Tingfeng looked at that location again, she had disappeared. The banquet was not yet over, so he would not leave early. He got up to look for her, and saw her sitting alone by the water in a secluded corner of the garden of the Marquis' Mansion, admiring the moon.

"We meet again." He walked over and sat down next to her.

She glanced at him and said, "Based on the number of times you've looked at me tonight, we've already met a lot."

Mo Tingfeng laughed, "Girl, if you say this, it will be revealed that you have been looking at me."

"For people like us, the ability to observe everything around us and act on the occasion is engraved in our bones. How can I be the only one who sees this?"

"People like you?"

"People like us."
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  "Then how can I make people like this girl only look at me?"

She smiled and said, "Such words like wild bees and butterflies should not come from the mouth of a future great master of the Mohist family." She stood up from the stone and said, "Master Mo, please don't lose your identity." After saying that, she was about to leave.

"Wait a minute," Mo Tingfeng also stood up.

"It is said that music is the cryptic language of Brahma. It reaches up to the world and down to the earth. It can be connected with yin and yang, and can communicate with ghosts and gods. We will hold a grand festival for heaven and ghosts in the near future, but we lack a suitable music director. Can the girl help? Can you help me next?"

She looked at him seriously, "Is this a way you came up with to make me 'only look at you'?
  "Yes," he answered honestly, "If you refuse, I will threaten you with the debt you owe me."

She smiled.

When she smiles, even the moon smiles. "Let's go back. It's not appropriate for a girl like this to stay away from the table for too long."

The two walked side by side, a match made in heaven. To others, they looked like a painting.

"You clearly know who I am, why do you keep calling me girl?" She was puzzled.

"Sangpu means tryst between men and women. I think it was the mother in the courtyard who gave you the name. I am waiting for a girl's real name so that we can have a close relationship."

She stopped, "That's my real name."

"People like us don't deserve to have the past and the future. Life is like a dream, so whatever I am called now is my real name, and whatever I say now is my sincerity."

"Sang Pu", he called her name seriously.
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  But the Sang Pu in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the image of another person.

"My name is Song Weichen. It means as small as dust. It fits how ordinary people like us look to you. We are born like dust and our lives are like grass."

Song Weichen... Mo Tingfeng gradually came back to his senses.

This is not the Marquis's Mansion, and he is not a powerful son of the Mo family. What on earth is he thinking? Sir Si Chen, why are you so distracted?

The little liar must have gone back angry and aggrieved. He didn't know what was going on now. He decided to go see her and apologize to her. It was indeed his fault tonight.

But she was not at the Historic Mansion at all.

He thought she was huddled in a corner of Si Chen's house and sulking, but what he found was the white robe thrown under the shade of a tree. Could it be that she went back to find that man again? After quietly going to Wangyue Tower, he still guessed wrong.

got windy.

Unable to find her, Mo Tingfeng became more and more nervous and blamed himself, and for the first time he looked panicked.

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(End of this chapter)