Mo Ziyue took Bai Xiaosheng and the other two hurried back to the guest room, and she was sweating all the time on the way, and even gave Bai Xiaosheng a thumbs up.

"Just now, I was so scared!" Mo Ziyue said, "No matter how rebellious I am in this family, I am afraid that my grandfather might have a problem when he was a child! Thanks to Xiaosheng, you are so quick that you have belittled yourself."

Bai Xiaosheng smiled at Mo Ziyue, "Actually, I'm also blamed me, I shouldn't be talking nonsense behind my back. It makes the old man unhappy."

Mo Ziyue didn't believe it. He saw Bai Xiaosheng commenting on the plaque hanging in the courtyard, but it was exactly the same as what the great calligrapher said. Bai Xiaosheng's personality was not a person who spoke nonsense, and Bai Xiaosheng's identity, and he was not a person who was full of train rides.

"It seems that my grandfather's word has not improved over the years." Mo Ziyue said in his heart, and he was a little gloating, but he didn't show it.

In fact, when his mother passed away, he initially hated this family, even Chinese medicine and grandfather. However, since he became a Western medicine doctor and studied his mother's illness, he realized that conservative treatment of Chinese medicine may not be a good thing, and it would not be much better if Western medicine changed to Western medicine.

Mo Ziyue knew about this. However, he still had a little bit of entanglement about traditional Chinese medicine.

Although he did not hate his grandfather, Mo Ziyue still had some "bad thoughts", such as listening to Bai Xiaosheng's comments, he felt a little happy.

This may be a bit perverted...

"Anyway, thank you for your help. I'll send you back to your house to rest now." Mo Ziyue said with a smile.

Bai Xiaosheng and the other two nodded one after another.

Mo Ziyue took them back to the guest room and turned around and left.

Bai Xiaosheng was in his room and just poured a glass of water to drink when he heard someone knocking on the door.

At first, he thought it was Mo Ziyue who left and returned.

When Bai Xiao rose up and opened the door, he found that there was an unknown middle-aged man standing outside. The other person had a smile on his face, but he looked kind, and another young man followed him with something in his hand.

"Sir, I am the servant in charge of the dinner at the Mo family. I came here specially. Please tell me if there is any food that is banned." As the man spoke, he turned around and took the things from the person behind him.

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were strange.

This Mohist family is really a big family, has many rules, and is so thoughtful and meticulous to customers?

When the man handed the thing in his hand forward, he smiled and said, "Please write down what you should avoid."

Bai Xiaosheng was stunned when he saw what was in his hand.

The large wooden tray is actually covered with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Bai Xiaosheng immediately looked at the other person meaningfully.

This is afraid, it is not the Mohist hospitality rules.

"It was Mr. Mo who sent you here?" Bai Xiaosheng said.

The other party's eyes were slightly different, and he smiled immediately. The old man even guessed this situation, "Mr. Is it smart, so why are you writing it or not?"

Bai Xiaosheng pondered for a moment, smiled, reached out and grabbed the brush, thought of writing casually, and fooling him.

Anyway, the old man was not in front of him, so I couldn't tell that he was deliberately not writing well.

"My old man asked me to send you a message." Seeing this, the other party said slowly, "I said that there were so many people just now that it was not convenient to communicate with my friends. This time I sent someone sincerely and asked for a true word. If you are not satisfied with this, then I will really not give face and will not treat the Mo family as a friend."

These words made Bai Xiaosheng beat his hand to hold the pen.

Then, Bai Xiaosheng smiled bitterly.

Who is the old man of the Mo family? He has lived so old and has become a savage. He will really fool him because of his words?

The secret messenger sent me some words, which was considered to be a way to hold myself.

If you want to pretend to be crazy and stupid, the old man will be unhappy, and may even take his anger on Mo Ziyue's unknown knowledge.

Bai Xiaosheng thought for a moment, smiled bitterly, put his wrist on his pen, and wrote three words neatly "Wujikou."

After writing, Bai Xiaosheng put his pen down and said sincerely, "When I apologize to the old man, the boy is unintentionally deceived, I will pay my sincere tribute."

The servant smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Then I won't disturb you to rest."

After saying that, he stepped back with something.

Bai Xiaosheng thought about it and shook his head with a smile. The old man was also a mature man, so he secretly sent someone to ask for words. It's okay, writing two words to show the old man's secret, but no outsiders know that it will not harm the old man's face.

Bai Xiaosheng closed the door and went back to rest.

On the other side, the servant hurried back with the things.

The old man of the Mo family was still waiting in the middle hall. Seeing that the servant came back, he was impatient to take the page of rice paper, with three words on it "Wujikou".

Swift and elegant, beautiful and handsome!

The eyes of the old man from the Mo family suddenly lit up.

"Old Master." The servant said three words and was interrupted by the old man waved his hand.

"You go down first, don't let someone disturb me!" the old man said.

The servant immediately said nothing and stepped out respectfully.

Looking at the three words written by Bai Xiaosheng, the old man drank two taels of yellow wine, and the more he savored it, the more he felt.

"Good boy, it's true that he can't hide it!" The old man of the Mo family couldn't help but praise, and then laughed and scolded, "Little boy, he's really good at being a human being!"

After praising me, the old man of the Mo family compared his own words on the table and was really depressed. "A bastard, he is simply a bastard. Have I never made any progress in so many years?!"

The old man with a depressed face looked at Bai Xiaosheng's words again, and couldn't help but let go and began to copy them.

The old man from the Mo family wrote it twenty or thirty times, but none of them were satisfied and suddenly felt depressed.

At this time, footsteps came from outside.

The old man frowned immediately, a little unhappy.

Didn’t you give me an order and don’t let anyone disturb him? Why are there anyone coming?

The old man frowned and raised his eyes, but found that it was not someone else who came in, but his grandson Mo Ziyun.

As soon as Mo Ziyun raised his foot in, he was shocked when he saw that his grandfather was not good at looking at him.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Mo Ziyun asked carefully with a smile.

He was afraid of the old man only much more than Mo Ziyue.

"Nothing." The old man of the Mo family was extremely frustrated when he copied it, and at this moment he was even more intrigued and threw away his pen.

"I'm disturbing you from practicing calligraphy? It's really not right! What are you writing?" Mo Ziyun laughed and leaned over, looking like he was admiring Mobao.

Mo Ziyun even thought about how to praise grandpa’s words for a while, first praise the brushwork, then praise the content, and focus on the content. He really doesn’t understand the brushwork very well.

As a result, when Mo Ziyun saw the content, he was stunned.

Full of rice paper, twenty or thirty...

"Wuji Ju"?

What's this thing?

Mo Ziyun almost blurted out.

For a moment, he couldn't think of what to say, the content was too erratic.

The old man of the Mo family glanced at Mo Ziyun and was immediately annoyed, "What's the matter?"

This sentence brings back Mo Ziyun's thoughts.

"Oh... I want to tell you that the richest man in Lin City was sent away by me, but he came back and said that he wanted to ask you to take a look at the patient and could send him..." Mo Ziyun said.

"I understand." The old man from the Mo family said lightly.

Mo Ziyun said again, "My cousin is back and brings a few friends."

"I'm seeing it." The old man was absent-minded.

Mo Ziyun was a little unwilling to accept it and even gave Mo Ziyue eye pills, "Grandpa, I personally think that my cousin is really not interested in making friends! Just say that young man with a pretty face is lazy and unconventional at first glance, ignorant, and has no brains! He comes to our house and is simply a loss of price for the Mo family!"

Mo Ziyun commented on Bai Xiaosheng, saying that he was ignorant and had no idea about his ink, which made the old man of the Mo family listen, so heartbreaking and harsh!
Chapter completed!