Chapter 1159 - 368 True Love, Showdown_4
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Mo Qingze returned to the Scholar Mansion with an unsettled mind, sitting alone in his study for a long time without moving. It wasn’t until Little Mo burst in, urging him to go to bed, that he realized it was already the middle of the night.
Mo Qingze slowly got up, moving his stiff body and numb legs until his circulation returned and he regained his agility, then he resumed his seat at the desk.
Little Mo, dissatisfied, pecked at his master’s hand, which was about to grind ink, squawking noisily, clearly dissatisfied with his master for not sticking to bedtime.
Even though Mo Qingze did not understand the language of birds, he understood what Little Mo was trying to convey and soothed it with a reluctant promise, "Behave for me, and I will just write a few words. Once I’m done, I’ll rest."
Understanding his words, Little Mo stopped squawking and just stood on the writing desk, staring intently at his master, obviously worried that his master might not keep his word, supervising him closely.
Mo Qingze, unable to help a smile, patted Little Mo’s head and truly, under the watchful eye of the small creature, ground the ink and began to write a line on the paper.
After carefully folding the piece of paper and tucking it into the message tube tied to Little Mo’s leg, Mo Qingze took out ten grains of rice as big as eggs from the drawer and placed them in his palm, "Eat quickly, and then deliver the letter home after you’re done."
Little Mo’s favourite treat was rice the size of egg grains; it gobbled up the food from its master’s palm in two or three pecks and eyed the closed drawer with drool. Only then did it reluctantly take to the sky with a flap of its wings.