Agarwood (5)

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  Go ahead and look!

  Misty cicada turned her head and went up the stairs, leaning on the handrail and staring at his eyes, "Can you find it anywhere?"

  "Of course." Mo Ye raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Even if it's in the sewers - if you can get in, go ahead and look for it."

  "Pah!" Meng Chuan didn't have time to bicker with him and quickly went upstairs to search.

  Judging from his tone, it's possible that Green Ant herself was not in the house at this time; but she must have left some clues, as long as she found Green Ant's clothes or even hair, she could defeat Mo Xie!

  This house is different from the three-entry courtyard of Qingyan, everywhere only leaves Mo Xie's personal style, whether it is the color of the ceiling and floor, the shape and placement of green plants, the content of murals... everywhere is filled with a strong Mo Xie aura.

  Noble and elegant, yet always revealing a hint of evil spirit in the details, like a handsome young man in white clothes, who insists on drawing a circle of black eyeliner. Anyway, it's just the noble air on the surface, but can't cover up the unruly spirit bursting out from within.

  Misty cicada leaned against the railing, wrinkling her nose, as if to make a small resistance to the "evil faction style" that filled the surroundings.

  She didn't have the nerve to rush to his bed first, so she slipped into his closet instead. If Green Ant had really spent the night here, there must be some trace of her in the closet. Mo Xie's closet was a grand sight, making Mochen sigh in admiration - row after row of clothes hung neatly on the racks, all arranged by color from light to dark, style from shirts to suits, every seam perfect, every silhouette elegant.

  She stared at the clothes arranged like a forest of jade trees, and didn't dare to touch them. She thought that this kid was a perfectionist to what extent? Even some of these clothes, she hadn't even seen him wear before, letting such good clothes collect dust on the rack, tsk, this is more extravagant than that 47 million car!

  Front and back, left and right, couldn't find the green ant's shirt. Moxi was not reconciled, so he carefully opened several large cabinets with doors installed, thinking that if it was hidden here, he could still find it! As a result, when the cabinet was opened, it was still men's clothing, but it was no longer the attire of this generation, as if it had traversed through time...

  Meng Xiang's heart skipped a beat as she hastily pushed the cabinet door shut, as if she had inadvertently caught a glimpse of a secret that was not meant for her to know.

  Actually, there have been many doubts lingering in her heart for a long time, and she didn't want to ask: For example, how old is he this year?

  She just felt that those things might have nothing to do with her, and if she knew about them, they would only weigh heavily on her heart, so she'd rather not ask - even when she was with him, she would try to remind herself to forget that he was a wolf, and just treat him as the kid who couldn't get into college and used to listen to her lectures.

  Just then Mo Xie's voice came from outside, "Have you found what you were looking for?"

  Foam cicada gritted her teeth, pulled out a few strands of hair from her head to hold in the palm of her hand, then smiled slyly at herself in the mirror on the wall like a kitten, before quickly walking out the door.

  She walked to the door and suddenly remembered, oh no, she had forgotten to look at his bed... She then went around the light silk embroidered screen and snuck a peek - but what she saw made her so angry that she turned around and left immediately.

  Originally, the style of his bed was different from the low-key luxury of the whole house. Here, it was heavily colored and the four walls were filled with lacquer paintings, which were surprisingly all beautiful women, either half-naked in silk skirts or seeking pleasure, or flirting and having fun, a group of dissolute young masters!

  Mò Xiǎo came downstairs with a pout, only to see that Mò Yē had already prepared the exquisite utensils on the table. Except for the incense burner, which was easily recognizable by Mò Xiǎo at a glance, the other delicate little things were all unnamable.

  Mo Ye smiled, "Are you done tidying up? If you're done, then you can sit down."

  The cicada flicked its tongue.

  Mo Ye smiled knowingly, "Mm, you ask."

  Mò tiān smiled and slyly spread out the long hair in her hand, "See, I told you? Hmph, I've found evidence!"

  Mo Ye only glanced at it lightly and smiled, "Hmm, I'll let this hair stay. I actually hope that one day, this hair can fill every corner of my house."

  Moth cicada was stunned, stomped his foot and walked back to the sofa to sit down. "Hmph, I'll spare you this time. Do you want me to smell the fragrance? But let me remind you, I'm completely clueless about this, don't waste your precious incense."

  Mo Ye shook his head and smiled lightly, "What I offered you is a thousand times more precious than this spice, yet I haven't seen you treasure it."

  Meng Chuan deliberately let out a big yawn, "Ahh, hurry up, I'm dying of sleepiness. At least I have to make it back before dawn, otherwise my mom will find out that I disappeared at the crack of dawn and she'll be worried to death..."

  Mo Xie didn't say anything else, but instead cleaned his hands and started burning incense, arranging the ashes, setting up a thin cloud of smoke, and placing fragrance. He waited until the fragrance wafted out before holding the incense burner and presenting it to Meng Yan's face, teaching her to hold the burner and smell the fragrance.

  The censer was small, only filling his palm, and he had long fingers. As they passed it back and forth to each other, their hands inevitably touched. Mo Ze's face turned bright red with shame, wanting to dodge but afraid of leaving a mark; he remained calm as usual, only turning his long eyes for a moment when their fingers brushed past, gazing at her shy expression. Almost imperceptibly, he smiled.

  In front of Mo Ye's gentle and elegant demeanor, Mian Chan only felt clumsy, "I, I think it smells good. But, but that's all... I didn't find any doorway."

  After finishing speaking, he hastily pushed away the incense burner and his hand.

  Mo Xie remained calm and composed, "To appreciate the fragrance, one must clear their mind. Please relax, lean back against the headrest, and close your eyes. I will attend to you as you savor the scent."

  Moth cicada had no other good method, so he could only do what he said. It's also strange to say that it was indeed the reason for relaxing, and closing his eyes, he excluded the outside world from the outside, and only observed his own inner world. The fragrance brought out different feelings.

  It's like a musical composition, with a beginning, middle and end; while the spirit seems to have transformed into a delicate thread, following the fragrance of incense, and floating gently.

  "This is not ordinary agarwood, it's Kyara. It's the most precious among all agarwoods." Mo Xie's voice chimed in, clear as a mountain spring and resonant like a zither string, "Since the Han Dynasty, Kyara has been the most important incense material for royal ceremonies to worship heaven, honor Buddha, and pray for blessings."

  He paused for a moment, as if smiling, "Since ancient times, the emperor's bed has always had three kinds of incense: musk, dragon saliva, and another is qinan."

  As soon as she heard the word "bed", Mo Xie couldn't help but think of that luxurious bed hidden behind the screen, and she curled her lip in disdain. She thought to herself, such precious incense was actually being wasted by emperors as a mere aphrodisiac? What a waste!

  His voice suddenly paused, slightly turned, "... Qi Nan Xiang, ancient imperial family has been said to have the effect of summoning souls."

  When she heard the two words "soul calling", Meng Yan's heart skipped a beat, wanting to open her eyes to see Mo Xie's expression; but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

  The fragrance of the osmanthus wafted in, passing through her nostrils and entering her senses. Invisible threads seemed to dance along her limbs, as if weaving a dense net that enveloped her at its center.

  Mò Xiǎo suddenly wanted to laugh. Mò Xiǎo called her "insect", it turned out she was indeed an insect, that's why she could be trapped in the web at its center.

  In the distance, white mist swirled, and amidst the fluttering of cicadas, a woman in a red dress was seen dancing in the wind. The bright red skirt and ribbons were embroidered with golden auspicious birds, which seemed to come alive as she danced, surrounded by a halo of seven-colored auspicious light...

  From a distance, far, far away, came Mo Xie's call, "Wu Yun, Wu Yun."

  "Huh?" Meng Xian responded subconsciously, "Who are you calling? 'Wu Yu'? Dancing fish?"

  It seems to recall that the QQ name used to be something like "dancing little fish". Mianmian even joked, did you put the fish in a flat-bottomed pan? Later, Guanguan raised a male cat, and Mianmian laughed even more maliciously... The fish is dancing, isn't it saying: Cat, come and eat!

  But Mo Xie's call was still so firm, yet it came from afar, across mountains and rivers, "Wu Yun, Wu Yun."

  Misty Xia's heart was inexplicably annoyed, she stretched out her hand as if to push away the sound, "Who are you yelling at? I'm Xia Misty, not Wu Yu. You've got the wrong person."

  But that sound still came from the empty mountains and valleys, noisy and annoying, stretching out a hand to push it away - my body shook, and I woke up.

  In front of me, where is the red skirt fluttering? There is only a fragrant incense table, one stove burning with just the right amount of fragrance. And there is also a face with a calm expression.

  Mò Tiáo frowned, "You let me appreciate the fragrance, but what are you always shouting about?"

  Mo Ye's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't have it."

  "You don't?" Meng Xian was stunned. It was indeed Mo Ye's voice, but it seemed to be coming from a distant place, rather than being right next to her ear.

  The cicada's heart was filled with worries, so she pushed open the incense burner and stood up, "Isn't it almost dawn? I should head back."

  Mo Ye sent Meng Cui back, all the way Meng Cui closed her eyes and dozed off, refusing to talk to Mo Ye. Mo Ye looked at her as if she was asleep, so he didn't have the heart to disturb her.

  The car stopped quickly under the building of Meng Yan's house. It was at the moment when dawn and darkness alternated, and the color of the sky could not be described in words. Meng Yan looked up at him under that magical sky, "Who is Wu Yun?"

  Mo Ye's face shook violently for a moment, but quickly calmed down, "Did you see Wu Yun?"

  Mo Ze didn't answer, only asking, "Just tell me who Wu Yun is and that's enough. The rest, I'll take care of myself."

  Mo Ye took a deep breath, and when he couldn't avoid the topic any longer, he nodded. "The fleshly body you met in the mountains with Green Ant is Wu Xuan; also, back then at Qingyan, when you watched the Nuo dance, you asked me who that demon-expelling girl was - it's her, Wu Xuan."