The barbecue that Chu Mo bought was only enough for Ji Nanshu to eat, but Jian Yuanxiu and Ji Xingchi refused to leave and would steal a couple of skewers every now and then, making Ji Nanshu's eyes widen and wishing she could take a broom and chase them out.
What? My own brother?
He slept and went hungry all day, and he doesn't have an older brother yet!
Ji Xingchi was having a great time teasing his younger brother, while Chu Mo sighed and made a phone call to have more barbecue and other food and drinks sent over.
The four of them ate, drank, and made a ruckus until quite late. After being thoroughly drunk by Chu Mo, Ji Xingchi and Jian Yuanxiu started throwing a tantrum at home. Ji Nanshu sneered, summoned Xiao Gui and Du Lanwan, and restrained the two of them in the living room, while also putting them on a silencing list.
Hmph, stealing food is one thing, but daring to cause trouble at his house? Bah, not even his own brother would do that!
After tidying up the two of them, Ji Nanshu looked at Chu Mo expectantly and said, " A-Mo, I can't sleep."
Chu Mo lifted Ji Nanshu up by the bottom and said, "Let's do something else then."
Ji Nanshu immediately tried to jump up, but Chu Mo held him tightly in his arms and he couldn't move.
"Don't do it!!" Whatever you do, just don't do it for now!
Chu Mo chuckled softly, "It seems that won't work... We all miss you."
As they were talking, Chu Mo had already led the person into the study.
He placed him on the desk, then grabbed the back of Ji Nanshu and kissed him.
The night is still long, isn't it?
As for those two drunkards in the living room, who cares about them! They won't freeze to death.
Ji Xingchi and Jian Yuanxiu, those two useless people, didn't offer any constructive advice on Chu Mo's marriage proposal, so in the end, Chu Mo had to come up with the idea himself.
After careful consideration, he decided that keeping it simple was the best option.
If the two grown men followed Jian Yuanxiu's approach, he felt he would get beaten up by his darling.
On the day of Ji Nanshu's birthday banquet--
The Ji Family were all extremely busy, except for Ji Nanshu, who was always idle. No matter where he went to help, he would be driven away, with the same reason: how could they let the birthday boy do anything!
With no other option, Ji Nanshu simply packed up and went to play with Chu Mo.
The Ji Family did not hold a lavish birthday banquet this time; they only invited close relatives, friends, and some CEOs of companies with whom they had close business ties.
Since no oddballs showed up, the birthday party was a pleasant affair for both the host and guests.
The banquet reached a minor climax when Chu Mo pushed out a multi-tiered cake.
Wang Man nudged her husband with her elbow. "I've never seen your son laugh like that before!"
My face is practically splitting open from smiling!
Chu Hang: "That's your son too!" His wife hasn't even met him, but he has? This kid is so precocious that they have no idea what the joys of parenthood are! Otherwise, he and his wife wouldn't have had two more!
Chu Rui was wearing overalls with a blazer over them, his face serious, his eyes filled with worry.
My brother's smile looks like a chrysanthemum! It's a bit ugly and a bit silly. I have to tell him later that he must never smile like that again, what if his sister-in-law thinks he's ugly and doesn't want him anymore?
As for Ji Nanshu, the host of the birthday party, he secretly took Chu Mo away halfway through the party, which was exactly what Chu Mo wanted.
Ji Nanshu has always disliked banquets and such. After becoming the national advisor in the Qiang Kingdom, he constantly complained to the emperor about whether he could be given fewer banquets to attend.
But the old emperor wouldn't listen at all, and each time he would cheerfully send someone to invite him. What could he do? After all, the old emperor treated him like his own son, how could he possibly offend an old man?!
But things are different now. His family indulges him! Skipping out occasionally won't be a problem. Besides, Chu Mo went with him anyway, so if anyone gets scolded, it'll be Chu Mo who takes the blame. What's there to be afraid of?
Chu Mo drove Ji Nanshu to the entrance of a courtyard house.
Upon seeing the familiar architecture and plaque at the entrance, he paused for a moment, then excitedly threw himself at Chu Mo: " A-Mo! This is the Imperial Preceptor's Residence!!"
This was the Imperial Preceptor's residence where he had lived for almost twenty years!
Chu Mo took Ji Nanshu's hand and then pushed open the door. "Shall I take you to see?"
"Good!!"
Once inside, Ji Nanshu was stunned.
Every plant, every decoration, and even the sword marks on the wooden stakes in the backyard of this courtyard house are exactly the same.
"Master! Master! Today, my Uncle Emperor gave me a sword! Look!"
With a happy expression, Xiao Ji Nanshu presented the gleaming sword in his hand to his master.
"Wow, Old Luo actually gave you this sword! It's a really good one. Too bad your master already has a sword!"
The old imperial advisor chuckled and patted the sword at his waist.
"Pah! You wanted this sword back then, but too bad it doesn't recognize you!"
Ji Nanshu's teacher's wife mercilessly criticized and angrily exposed the Grand Preceptor's true colors.
The old imperial advisor chuckled awkwardly, "Why did you expose my past in front of the Nanshu? Have you spared me some face?"
"Master, how much face do you have in front of your mistress?" Little Ji Nanshu teased the old national advisor, shaking his head.
The sword was entirely black, even the blade itself was black, with only the edge gleaming with a hint of silver light.
Hey! You little rascal!
Little Ji Nanshu stuck out her tongue and ran away.
This sword is so beautiful, it deserves a nice name.
However, Xiao Ji Nanshu thought hard but could only think of one Chinese character, and the name of this sword was decided hastily.
Xiao Ji Nanshu was so fond of ink that he was practically inseparable from his sword.
That day, Xiao Ji Nanshu took the black sword with him when he took a bath. When he surfaced from the bottom of the hot spring, he suddenly crashed into a wall of flesh.
"Who... who are you?!"
Xiao Ji Nanshu looked wary, raising his hand in a defensive stance.
The man was tall and handsome, but his face was expressionless, and his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.
"Ji... Nanshu?"
Oh, and his speech is a little unclear.
"What... what do you want?! Let me tell you! This is the Imperial Preceptor's residence! If you dare to do anything to me, you won't be able to escape!"
The man remained silent, seemingly considering how to begin.
"Mo." The man grabbed the black sword that Xiao Ji Nanshu had just placed on the shore and handed it to him, then pointed to himself.
After thinking hard for a long time, Xiao Ji Nanshu finally managed to say, "Could it be... you mean to say that you are this black sword?!"
"Yes!" the man nodded affirmatively.
It can't be said to be entirely true; the sword is him, but he is not the sword; he merely resides within it.
It's a long story.
Seeing that Xiao Ji Nanshu seemed unconvinced, the man pretended to vanish into thin air, and then a voice rang out. "I'm here."
Looking down at the sword in his arms, he realized the voice was coming from there.
Xiao Ji Nanshu frowned slightly, pouted, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Aa...
Happy New Year, my darlings!