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These four lines of words caused Gu Moyan to feel as if it was a thousand years ago when he finally understood the world, but it seemed to be just four simple lines of words, nothing more.

Just what kind of feelings did he have to gift this scroll, to describe the Gu Moyan of the past?

As he thought about it, Gu Moyan wrapped him up again and placed him in the cupboard.

Gu Moyan leaned back against the window once again. This time, he was no longer in a daze as that line of poem that was just drawn had always been in his mind.

That night, Gu Moyan finished his dinner and went to bed. It was only then that the things he had seen during the day came to a temporary halt.

"..."

"Monarch, monarch, wait for me." Gu Moyan ran to the front, chasing after the figure who wore black clothes, as if he was afraid that he would abandon her.

Gu Moyan's brain seemed to be uncontrollable as he slowly closed the distance between the two of them. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the tall man. It was an extremely unfamiliar face, but his mouth still uncontrollably said, "Di, Di, just now there seemed to be someone calling me from behind. Did you hear that? " He was even panting when he spoke. From this, it could be seen how anxious he was just now.

"Hmm?" The person called Emperor helped him down a bit, but didn't answer his question. He scolded a bit, but most of the time he just doted on him. "Why are you running so fast, am I not waiting for you in front?"

Gu Moyan didn't show any rejection towards this unfamiliar face, but instead felt an exceptionally close relationship in his heart. It was like the painting he saw in the daytime, as if they were reunited after a long time.

"Mm, I know that the emperor is the best to me." Gu Moyan pouted his mouth, and did not continue to hesitate about whether someone was calling out to him from behind, he raised his hand and held his arm up, then looked at him with a face full of anticipation: "Overlord, that lotus soup yesterday was delicious, you go and have a taste too, I made Zi Ye prepare more, it's in my palace."

The black clothed man was unable to resist the love and expectation in his eyes. He used his hand to scratch the bridge of Gu Moyan's nose, and smiled in his eyes: "With your little scheme, you want to keep me there, right?"

"Yes." Gu Moyan smiled as if he was embarrassed, the corners of his eyes curved, comparing to a crescent moon, as a light flickered in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll listen to you." That person seemed to have doted on Gu Moyan completely, and didn't display the slightest intention of rejecting him. He raised his hand and dragged him, "I'll go to the study to look at some memorials first. If you're bored, you can ask Zi Ye to bring the lotus seed soup there."

"No, I'm going to read some books. I haven't even had the chance to learn anything from you a few days ago."

"Good, good, good."

"?"

The two of them left hand in hand, their voices drifting further and further away, dissipating in the air.

Not far behind them stood a youth in white clothes, whose clothes were snow-white. His appearance was not the least bit inferior to the man in black just now. It was just that his appearance was a bit less fierce and a bit more gentle. He tightly held onto a long bag in his hand, the love that he had not given out.

Within the study.

Gu Moyan sat beside the black-clothed man with the book in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the book.

That person's thick eyelashes blinked from time to time, while his lips were tightly pursed. His hands continued to write on the imperial reports, seemingly unaffected by the person beside him, or maybe he was just used to it.

Gu Moyan magically reached out his hand and lightly touched his overly long eyelashes, then muttered, "The emperor is so beautiful."

Little did he know that at first, in the eyes of the man, Gu Moyan was the most beautiful.