The Nameless of the Common Clans

Did drinking cause trouble?

The next morning, Chen Mo woke up from Chunnuan Pavilion and looked at the woman who was tidying up her clothes as if nothing had happened. He wanted to blame the wine, but he knew that although it was related to the wine, he was very clear-headed last night, but...

Chen Mo didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

"Young Master, are you awake?" The woman seemed to have noticed something and turned her head to look at Chen Mo. Seeing him wake up, she smiled.

"Ahem~" Chen Mo coughed and retracted his gaze from the woman. He said with a little embarrassment: "Sister, can you please leave first?"

The woman looked at Chen Mo's embarrassed expression, giggled, and considerately helped Chen Mo put his clothes in front of the couch, then bowed and left.

Chen Mo was slightly relieved until the woman left. He got up and put on his clothes slowly and pushed open the window.

Chunnuan Pavilion was not located in a busy city. Chen Mo pushed open the window. The street outside was a little cold. Occasionally, there were pedestrians passing by, but most of them were scholars.

Looking at the street scene outside the window, Chen Mo's somewhat troubled mood gradually calmed down. He now somewhat understood why those scholars always liked to go to brothels. Famous scholars are romantic.

"Brother!" The door was pushed open, Cao Cao strode in, and seeing Chen Mo, he winked and said, "How was yesterday?"

"My mentor had forbidden me to enter the brothel before, and it seems that it is not without reason." Chen Mo held the window sill, shook his head and sighed, "This kind of place is indeed easy to wear down a man's spirit."

"It is inevitable that Ziyuan has his concerns, but this brothel is not as bad as you think. If it weren't for your talent last night, do you think that the nun would have been so easy to have sex with you?" Cao Cao sat on the seat, took a sip of water and said, "But my brother's talent and style last night were really impressive."

Although Chen Mo drank too much, he didn't lose memory. He roughly remembered what happened last night. Although he didn't say anything radical when he was drunk, he was particularly open and more unrestrained and bold. Now that he was sober, he thought of himself last night and really had the urge to cover his face and leave. Was that really himself?

"Where is Dalang?" Thinking of what happened last night, Chen Mo blushed a little and quickly changed the subject.

"I arranged for him to rest, and he should be awake now." Cao Cao said with a smile.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Mengde." Chen Mo stood up and bowed to Cao Cao. He was the one who benefited the most from this gathering, but it was Cao Cao who paid for the banquet. Chen Mo felt a little guilty.

"For me, it's just a piece of cake." Cao Cao said with a smile. Just like Chen Mo thought that reciting a ten-thousand-word book in three or five days was not a big deal, the cost of Chunnuan Pavilion was huge, but for Cao Cao, it was just a drop in the bucket. He didn't care at all.

Yuan Shao and others had already left. After Cao Cao and Chen Mo had breakfast in Chunnuan Pavilion, they said goodbye to each other and left. Although Chunnuan Pavilion was nice, it was not a place to live for a long time.

On the way home, Chen Mo and Dalang didn't talk. Chen Mo found that his luck had increased a lot. Chen Mo was studying this. Generally, knowing a celebrity will not increase your luck. Only when the other party is willing to make friends with you, your luck will change with the other party's attitude.

As for Dalang, after leaving Chunnuan Pavilion, he returned to his indifferent look.

The increase of luck does not mean the increase of destiny. Last night, Chen Mo saw the destiny of Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, one is 88 and the other is 89. In comparison, Cao Cao's destiny of 83 is a bit low.

As for Deng Yun, Wang Jing and Shisun Rui, their destiny is relatively low, more than 60, which is not much better than Chen Mo.

When they returned to Zang Mansion, it was already noon.

"Young Master is back!" Juan'er saw the two of them, and hurriedly got up to greet them and helped Chen Mo remove his outer robe.

"Why is Juan'er so tired?" Chen Mo looked at Juan'er's tired face and asked in confusion.

"Juan'er waited for the young master all night last night and didn't rest." The steward beside sighed. It was a good thing that Chen Mo could go out to attend the banquet. It was also very common in Luoyang City that he didn't come back all night. But this girl was stubborn. If Chen Mo didn't come back, she wouldn't go to rest. After several unsuccessful persuasions, the steward gave up.

"Silly girl." Chen Mo rubbed Juan'er's hair and felt a little distressed: "If I don't come back too late in the future, you can go to rest by yourself."

Chen Mo didn't understand it very well before, but now he gradually understood that there would be many times when scholars didn't come back all night for exchanges and socializing.

"I'm worried that no one will take care of you when you come back." Juan'er lowered her eyebrows.

"Go to sleep now." Chen Mo took the robe from Juan'er's arms and pointed to the direction of the wing room.

"But..." Juan'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Chen Mo.

"Go to rest, otherwise I won't take you out in the afternoon." Chen Mo said seriously.

"Oh~" Juan'er's eyes lit up when she heard the words, she bowed to Chen Mo, turned around and walked towards the wing room, walked a few steps and stopped, turned back, took the robe from Chen Mo's hand, bowed to Chen Mo again, and turned around and walked away quickly.

"This girl~" Chen Mo looked at Juan'er's stumbling back, shook his head and laughed.

In the following days, Chen Mo resumed his previous life. He went to the Imperial Academy less often, but Yuan Shao and Cao Cao would invite him to dinner from time to time. Chen Mo did not refuse such things, but he rarely stayed in the brothel again. Although the feeling made people nostalgic, just thinking that those women and many people were like this, even if there was a choice, Chen Mo still had a lot of rejection in his heart.

In short, Chen Mo has a little cleanliness obsession. It is enough to experience this kind of thing once. If he experiences it more than once, he is afraid that he will be like those scholars who live a life of drunkenness and dreams and become addicted to it. In a person's life, women are just embellishments. He must make some achievements to make his life worthwhile. This is probably what Chen Mo thinks at this time.

In his official career, there is no improvement for the time being, but Chen Mo is not in a hurry. He treats people as before. He does not think that he is superior to others because he has made friends with people like Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu. The three religions and nine classes in Luoyang are countless times more complicated and interesting than Dangli. Chen Mo will try to experience some new things, but he will never indulge in them. If you say what he misses the most, it is the chess stall. He will go to see it every now and then to watch a group of old people playing games. The invisible confrontation and the contest of wisdom make Chen Mo more addicted than the pure physical transcendence and enjoyment.

He still lost most of the time when playing chess, even if he changed his opponent. He could see that none of the old men who came to play chess in this small pavilion were simple. Their fates were all frighteningly high.

Time passed quietly until June. On this day, Chen Mo was playing chess with an old man with Juan'er, and saw Cao Cao coming with a few people. He called out from a distance: "My dear brother... uh, Lord Lu is here too?"

At the end, Cao Cao widened his eyes in astonishment, looking at the old man who was playing chess with Chen Mo. He was a little unbelievable. When did his little brother become friends with Lord Lu?