Ink Blade Chapter 8 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Edited by kleio
Chapter 8: Pear Blossom Snow (part 1)
On this day, the Palace Master and Bai Hua visited the flower forest, made tea with pear blossoms, two people who were deeply attracted to each other, very much like a husband and wife that would love each other until old age. If Bai Hua was really an ordinary down-and-out young master, what a happy story that would be.
Too bad…..because it never will be!
Mo Ren's expression suddenly became as cold and severe as an ice sword out of its sheath, with a faint murderous aura lingering, but he calmly suppressed it.
Not yet.
He hadn't touched his sword for a long time, presumably his moves would be rusty. Coupled with the fact that the Palace Master was by Bai Hua's side, and he had yet to recover from his injuries, there would be no chance of succeeding.
Mo Ren looked at his hands and clenched his fists unwillingly. Excessive force made the knuckles of his hands turn blue, and a few drops of blood fell from between his trembling fingers.
He...can't kill Bai Hua now!
But even so, Mo Ren could not stay here steadily and smoothly. Even if he knew that Chu Yan wouldn’t want to see him, he still couldn't helplessly watch the Palace Master fall into Bai Hua's tenderness trap again. Furthermore, he discovered how different this life was from the previous life, he was afraid of these changes, not to mention letting Chu Yan and Bai Hua leave his sight together.
What’s more…..
Mo Ren's eyes focused on his left side, the golden nanmu cabinet stood quietly, inside which stored Chu Yan's tea set, which was made of high-quality purple clay. Mo Ren supported the edge of the bed and stood up, gently opened the cabinet, and took out those exquisite tea utensils. He stroked the rim of the teacup, and the familiar feeling came to his heart along with the memories.
Chu Yan loved tea. Therefore, in the previous life, he, the guard who was from the Dark Hall, also learned good tea techniques. It's a pity that ever since Chu Yan and Bai Hua drank together in the pear forest in the southern part of the mountain, the only thing left for him was this "tastelessness", and he never touched these utensils again. Immediately, this scene repeated inside his head once more vividly.
If he wanted to say that he’s unwilling, naturally, there were some, but he had been unwilling for a long time, and he had been gradually getting used to it. He just regretted that he didn't expect to be reborn, and didn't even have time to serve the Palace Master another tea.
….is it too late?
Mo Ren's fingers paused, feeling the thin coolness from the porcelain to his fingers, and then his fingers tightened slightly.
No, the Master did not take these tea sets out, and now they are in his hands. If this is a chance given by God, maybe he can be allowed to be greedy again…
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The pear forest in the south of Tianlan Mountain was the most beautiful scenic spot in this area.
It's just that because the Jiuzhong Palace was located here, ordinary people dare not enter without permission, thus the place was devoid of any people, and looked even more ethereal. In spring, the pear blossoms were in full bloom like snow, and when leaves fell, it only looked like a wonderland on earth.
Chu Yan was a little distracted.
He knew he shouldn't be distracted. Bai Hua was walking beside him, he should keep up his spirits and coax this pretty little spy well, and see where he could find a breakthrough.
However, I’m really upset.
Here was the place where he used to play with Ah Ren every spring….
When he was young, he was caught in the overt and covert disputes in the Jiuzhong Palace, and hardly tasted any joy. Moreover, he didn't have any relatives and friends who really cared about him. He only had Mo Ren who was silently accompanying him.
Revisiting this old place, Chu Yan could recall the scene when the young Mo Ren drew his sword and danced under the tree as soon as he closed his eyes. His black clothes and the black sword rolled up pear blossoms like a broken jade, beautiful and graceful.
Withdrawing his sword and turning around, the boy quietly served him tea. His slender fingers caressed the purple clay teapot, which was pleasing to the eye.
.........Now, thinking about it, it was ridiculous. The secret guards in the Dark Hall were the most powerful weapon for killing people. Yet, in order to make the little master happy, he went to learn the flashy sword dance and the tea making skills of serving people.
"Brother Chu?" Bai Hua blinked, with a kind of innocence and curiosity in his tone, "What are you thinking?"
Chu Yan smiled. His voice was naturally low and melodious, easy to get people intoxicated, "Thinking of…..this Master’s beauty."
But he thought in his heart: When Ah Ren is better, I’ll bring him here again, he will be happy, right? Will he laugh? It’s been a long time since I saw Ah Ren smiling happily...
Bai Hua hesitated shyly, he blushed, tugged at Chu Yan's sleeve and shook it. The Palace Master of the Jiuzhong Palace held his temper patiently, and held the white, soft, boneless hand, however there was only a cold loathing in his heart.
Just like that, before walking very far, a stone table and two stone chairs appeared in front of the three of them, which used to be only exclusive to the Young Palace Master and his first guard.
–It was in the past.
At this time, Chu Yan was not that close to Mo Ren and a little dust had already accumulated here. With a wave of Chu Yan's sleeves, the wind gathered due to his internal force swept away the accumulated dust, and he and Bai Hua took their seats one after the other, while Qiu Jin stood aside.
Bai Hua glanced at the young palace master beside him.
Chu Yan didn't look at him, but was looking at the pear blossoms on the tree.
“......”
Bai Hua gradually became a little apprehensive, he had already planned this day. He would wait for Chu Yan to take the initiative to say something nice as usual, and then afterwards, he would pretend to express his feelings in an uncontrolled manner. Anyway, what kind of vows were not always a matter of course?
However, he didn't expect Chu Yan's attitude today to be lukewarm, which made him feel that he had nowhere to exert his strength.
"Brother Chu, why….don't you seem happy?" The beautiful young man frowned slightly, and gently took Chu Yan's hand, "If you have something on your mind, you can talk to Hua’er. Although Hua’er may not be able to help, things that depressed the heart, you can talk about them freely……."
Chu Yan waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I occasionally remembered the old things. But you—didn't you say that you have a surprise to give to this Master today, hmm?"
As for the surprise, Chu Yan knew about it a long time ago, but since he had to do a lot of acting, he pretended to be interested.
Sure enough, a look of joy finally appeared on Bai Hua's face, he stretched his hands upwards to hold a few flowers that had fallen in the wind, and held them in front of Chu Yan like offering treasures. "Brother Chu, although the pear blossoms are beautiful, wouldn't it be tedious just to admire the flowers? Although Bai Hua is clumsy, he has learned the art of tea from his ancestors since he was a child. If Brother Chu doesn't dislike it, Hua’er will use this pear flower to make tea. The pear fragrance will melt into the water and will never be separated….will it be okay?"
Speaking of the latter, it was already an undisguised plea, Bai Hua lowered his head shyly, but he could also see a rosy cloud floating on that jade-like cheek, reddening up to the neck.
