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Sui and seven years, since the young emperor ascended to the throne, the country was peaceful. From then on, the gossip within the teahouse was a romantic story that came out of the palace.

He heard that in the second year after the young overlord ascended to the throne, he picked up a seven to eight year old child and placed him within the palace.

He heard that the child had slowly grown up to become a graceful youth. With a smile, it was as if the sky and earth lost their color, causing that young emperor to stay in the palace all night.

It was said that the youth had offended the son of a senior official, and had been demoted to the Palace by the Emperor. From then on, he was no longer able to take a glance at the emperor. His beauty as beautiful as a flower and as beautiful as the moon had become mediocre.

Heard...

Heard...

The romantic story of the palace was gradually lost in the storyteller's mouth. No one tried to guess what the young man was like, and the young emperor had entrusted his love to someone else.

Gu Mo was originally a ghost of the world, but this was an opportunity for him to possess Gu Mo Yan, who had fallen into the water. No one knew about this secret. The Clear Stream Restaurant was no longer a place where people lived. The only thing that remained unchanged was its thin and delicate skin.

Gu Moyan leaned against the window, standing there quietly, as if she was blending in with the scenery outside.

The lotus blossoms on the lake gradually began to bloom. A few of them stood tall amidst the lotus blossoms, causing people to feel joy in their hearts just by looking at them. It was a feeling of summer.

The summer air here wasn't as stuffy as it was there. Gu Moyan gradually shifted his gaze to the outside. When he turned around, he happened to meet the copper mirror in front of him.

It was vaguely visible to the person standing there. He was dressed in light colored clothes, looking simple and succinct. A head of black hair was tied together by a white ribbon. A few strands hung by her cheeks. As the wind blew past, her hair swayed slightly in the wind. His sleeves also swayed with the wind, and other than his pair of large eyes shining with starlight, no one else thought that he was just a soulless body standing there, so thin that it seemed as if a bigger wind could blow him away.

Gu Moyan walked forward and covered her face with the copper mirror. In her past life, she had only done the simplest step for her father.

With this thought, Gu Moyan started to rummage through the things that his original body had left in his room. The cabinets in his room were just some small toys.

Indeed, since he was willing to swim the lake for that person, it had proven that in Gu Moyan's previous life, there was nothing else but that person.

There seemed to be something wrapped in a piece of cloth behind the wooden cabinet. Gu Moyan stood up and moved the wooden cabinet backwards.

"Cough, cough." Gu Moyan waved her hand in front of her eyes. The corner that no one had bothered with for many years was already filled with dust. He stretched out his hand to take out the package, opened it and placed it on the desk.

It had been stored for many years, but the surface of the scroll was not the slightest bit yellow, and even the pigment on it was not distorted. From this, it could be seen how expensive the paper and dye the creator of this painting was.

A few strokes outlined a few red plums, speckled on the dead branches, plum leaves added a few more white, thin snowflakes fell on the top, forming an eternal freeze. It was as if he wanted to give others special attention, but also as if he himself was silently opening the door and didn't need others to appreciate his arrogance.

In the distance, he used a brush to draw out a mountain range, but it was only a piece of land. The plum blossoms in front of him gave off a feeling of spring breeze.

Gu Moyan's line of sight fell onto the bottom right corner of the room. The word 'Ximen' was engraved on it, and the painter next to it also recited a poem: "Heaven and Earth are made of silver, to the extent that you can find a patch of red.