"It's just a small injury, don't worry about Madame, I don't know what Madame called me over today?" Moshu didn't want her to worry, and directly hid the previous matter.

Really?

Cheng Shuiyao knew that this matter was definitely not so simple, but when she thought of today's business, she directly suppressed the guess in her heart, and looked at Moshu with a smile, "You came just in time, sit down first!" ”

Mo Shu didn't know why, so he sat down half-pushed and half-pushed, looking at the few people in front of him a little blankly.

"Happy birthday," Mo Qin couldn't bear it the most, and took the lead in saying the purpose of the day.

Yes?

Mo Shu didn't react for a while, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Cheng Shuiyao holding out a cake from behind him with a smile on his face.

This dynasty didn't have the tools to make cakes at all, and Cheng Shuiyao wasted the power of the Nine Tigers and Two Tigers to reluctantly reproduce an extremely complex version.

But fortunately, the results are relatively good-looking, and Cheng Shuiyao is very satisfied.

"What is this?"

Mo Shu looked at the thing in front of him and asked suspiciously.

"You don't have to worry about this, hurry up and make a wish," Cheng Shuiyao put a few candles on the cake, and then taught Moshu to make a wish.

Mo Shuzhao clasped his hands together, closed his eyes in the future, and made a wish that he didn't know what it was.

"Alright, blow out the candles!"

Cheng Shuiyao laughed, and then blew out the candles with everyone.

"This is what you have been preparing for a long time?" Mo Shu looked at a few people with a complicated mood, and there was a little more tenderness in his eyes.

"If it weren't for the master who suddenly sent you out, I'm afraid this birthday would have been with you a long time ago, but it's not too late," Moqi waved his hand and stretched out his hand to open the door for the shopkeeper who had already been prepared outside.

Today's dishes are specially chosen by Cheng Shuiyao, and each dish has an extremely beautiful meaning.

"This is what I gave you," Moqin took out a box from the corner and handed it to Moshu with a smile.

"It's ......"

Mo Shu couldn't bear the doubts in his heart, and directly raised his hand to open the box, looking at the dagger inside, his eyes suddenly became wet.

Before his father died, he gave him a dagger, which was his most precious possession, and accompanied him through many bloody battles.

It's a pity that the dagger was not made of stainless steel after all, and its hardness was a little worse, and it did not escape the end of breaking in the end.

"I hit it myself, I'm afraid it's a little different from the previous one, but if you're not satisfied, you can change it again," Mo Qin smiled and subconsciously took his hand full of wounds.

This time, in order to make a dagger for Moshu that is exactly the same as before, she put a lot of thought into it, and carried out all the steps herself, for fear that something would be wrong.

"Thank you for remembering it," Moshu didn't look up, his voice as calm as ever.

"How could I not remember," Mo Qin shook her head and said with a smile, "This dagger has saved my life countless times." ”

"Alright, take a look at mine," Moqi interrupted the conversation between the two men with a smile, pulling out a jade flute from his waist.

This is......

Cheng Shuiyao's expression froze, and she looked at the flute in disbelief.

She once saw this flute in the books in the space, and it was an ancient flute that had been lost for a long time.

It is rumored that this jade flute is made by a famous artist, and the music played can circle the beam for three days.

But how could such a precious flute appear in the ink chess player?

Cheng Shuiyao narrowed her eyes and subconsciously glanced at Moqi.

"The thing is returned to the original owner," Mo Qi smiled calmly, and directly reached out and handed the flute to Mo Shu.

He didn't know the flute, so naturally he didn't know how good this flute was, but he once saw Moshu take this flute out with his own eyes.

"Where did you find it?"

Mo Shu looked at the flute, and his voice was a little lower.

"It's a lot of work," Moqi waved his hand, "but I'm lucky, and I've been looking for it for more than half a year." ”

Mo Shu didn't speak, just looked at the dagger and the flute, and silently shed tears.

All the old things of the teenager came to his heart, and Moshu subconsciously grasped these two objects, controlling himself not to cry.

"Don't cry, this should be a happy event," Cheng Shuiyao patted Moshu's shoulder and said with a smile, "I haven't known you for a long time, so naturally I can't give you any precious things, but I do have a gift for you." ”

Mo Shu raised his head when he heard this, but saw Cheng Shuiyao take out a talisman from his waist and pin it to him gently.

"You also know that my needlework is not good," Cheng Shuiyao looked at the crooked stitches, and he was embarrassed first, "But I can only make it like this, you will use it, and I will order someone to make you something better when I go back." ”

Moshu nodded, but shook his head again in an instant, not knowing what to do for a while.

In the past nineteen years, he had never experienced a scene like today, which made it difficult for him, who had always been calm, to judge what he should react to.

"Don't think about what you have and don't, since today is your birthday banquet, you should relax," Cheng Shuiyao patted him on the shoulder again, pointed to the dish in front of him and said, "Hurry up and eat!" ”

The others sat down one after another, smiling and giving ink books and vegetables, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

"I don't have any gift for you, so I'll give you one," Xiao Yun smiled and poured a glass of juice for Moshu, then raised his own glass and toasted him, raising his head and drinking it all.

She was born in a music workshop, and she walked around a crowd of spectators every day, so she naturally practiced a good amount of alcohol.

Mo Shu pursed his lips, looked at the juice in the cup, smiled suddenly, and drank it all as Xiaoyun did.

Cheng Shuiyao did not miss the interaction between the two people, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

Xiaoyun, the child, has always been careful, and he noticed that Moshu was injured, so he replaced the wine in his glass with juice.

Seeing this, Moqin understood and toasted Moshu like Xiaoyun.

"You drink slowly," Moshu looked at Moqin helplessly, reaching out to cover her cup before she could finish it.

The amount of Mogin is not good, according to Xiaoyun's drinking method, you have to have a cup.

"Why can't I?" Mo Qin's face was dyed a little red for no reason, and he quietly approached Mo Shu and said jokingly.

"I won't listen to you sing when I turn around," Moshu said expressionlessly, then took the cup in her hand and poured half of the wine into Moqi.

Mo Qi looked at the extra wine in the cup, and vaguely wanted to scold his mother.

Cheng Shuiyao looked at this side calmly, and felt a little more inquisitive in her heart.

Just looking at the actions of a few people just now, she could vaguely detect something.

But what does Moshu think about?

Cheng Shuiyao smiled and cast her eyes on Mo Shu, seeing that he was being forced to drink juice by Mo Qin, the corners of her mouth faintly smiled.

That's it, just let it be.

Thinking like this, Cheng Shuiyao couldn't bear it anymore, and picked up his wine glass and leaned over.