Every day was a new beginning.

But this morning, Yang Muzhi stayed in Hua Manlou's arms and didn't want to get out of bed.

Looking at his lover who was like a child in his arms, Hua Manlou used his finger to tap his nose. Yang Muzhi didn't avoid it, squinting his eyes and smiling happily.

In the end, the two of them stayed together for a long time and almost caused trouble. Hua Manlou clearly saw the blush on the face of the person in his arms. That blush was like a small hook in his eyes. His body was more honest than his thoughts as he kissed him.

His eyes, nose, lips, and sideburns, none of them were not captivating.

When the passion was strong, Yang Muzhi had already acquiesced to him. Hua Manlou's eyes burned with passion as he unceremoniously pressed himself down.

Like a fish in water, they indulged in pleasure.

The hot water that Hua Ping boiled in the kitchen finally came in handy.

Soaking in the comfortable hot water, Yang Muzhi folded his arms on top of the bathtub and then rested his head on his arms. He was very comfortable.

Looking at the person on the bed who was reading a book, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Hua Manlou, are your eyes already …?"

He didn't want to hide it from him, but he didn't expect him to bring it up himself. Hua Manlou laughed, "Yes, how did Muzhi find out?"

His ink-black hair was wet and casually stuck to his white back. Yang Muzhi yawned sleepily and replied, "Oh, just now … you stared at my chest a few times."

In his previous life, Yang Muzhi once blocked an arrow for a friend. That arrow left an ugly scar on his chest. When his good friend Pei Yuan heard about it, he gave him a bottle of medicine to remove the scar, but he didn't care at all and only used the medicine intermittently.

Later on, although the scar didn't feel any different from normal skin, if one looked carefully, they could see some traces of it.

Hua Manlou must have noticed it, which was why he subconsciously glanced in that direction.

Sure enough, the person on the bed in the inner room replied, "I was fully recovered when I woke up this morning. Otherwise, it would have been a pity that I couldn't see Muzhi's face clearly just now."

Yang Muzhi was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his head in the water, but he still had to provoke him. "Hua Manlou, come here. I'll take your pulse."

After half a cup of tea's time had passed, there was still no movement in the room. Hua Manlou's face was covered with a half-read scroll. His breathing was long and steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

But how could he fool Yang Muzhi, who had lived with him for so long? He immediately exposed the fact that he was pretending to be asleep. "I know you're not asleep. Come here quickly, or I'll jump out of the bathtub to catch you."

The corner of his mouth revealed a smile. Hua Manlou didn't know what to do with him. He obediently walked to the side of the bathtub and stretched out his wrist.

Yang Muzhi proudly snorted. He knew that when the two of them were in a state of confusion, it was natural for them to do the most intimate thing. But afterwards, there would be a bit of shyness.

Just like the first time he came to Splendid Mountain Villa, he was stared at by more than ten pairs of eyes from the Hua family. It was human nature. Next time, with experience, this kind of situation wouldn't happen.

When Yang Muzhi calmed down to feel Hua Manlou's pulse, his hair, which was usually tied up in a high ponytail, fell down. A few short strands of hair fell on Hua Manlou's arm, which made his heart itch even though it was separated by the cloth.

"Hua Manlou, I found a problem." Yang Muzhi's tone was very serious.

Hua Manlou, who was restless, was pulled back from his thoughts. He smiled and asked, "What problem?"

"Do you still remember when Auntie Hua sent a strand of your hair to the State Preceptor to pray for blessings? The State Preceptor chanted sutras for three days and then came back and said something?"

Being reminded like this, Hua Manlou smiled even more. He didn't care about his shyness and directly looked for his eyes, "The State Preceptor said that Hua Manlou's eyes must meet a destined benefactor to be cured. It seems that Muzhi is my benefactor."

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Yang Muzhi seemed to have already let go of the past, "Maybe it's because I'm destined to be the one to cure your eyes. That's why I came here. I came for you, Hua Manlou."

This was really a romantic way of saying it. Hua Manlou liked this way of saying it. He bent down and touched Yang Muzhi's forehead, "Thank you, Muzhi."

After being affectionate for a long time, an uninvited guest came to Hundred Flowers Tower.

It was the two's good friend, Lu Xiaofeng. Unlike usual, he didn't wear the red cloak, which was rare for him to be somewhat distressed.

Now, looking at Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou who were holding hands as they walked over from the side building together, he couldn't help but feel even more distressed.

"Why is Little Phoenix here?

Are you being chased by a girl again? "

Yang Muzhi's voice was still slightly hoarse, but when it came to teasing his good friend, he was always the first to rush to the front.

The corners of his eyes were still a little red and his lips were a little swollen. How could Lu Xiaofeng, who had been immersed in flowers for many years, not understand?

He glanced at Hua Manlou beside him. The originally envious and teasing expression in his eyes was replaced by pleasant surprise.

"Hua Manlou, your eyes are better?!" Those eyes, which were sometimes clear and sometimes deep, once again burst forth with brilliance. It was truly breathtaking.

Answering him was Hua Manlou beaming and nodding his head, while Yang Muzhi proudly shook his head. Although in his heart he was dying of envy, so much so that he was almost jealous, Lu Xiaofeng was also sincerely happy for his good friend.

In the past, no matter who it was who saw Hua Manlou, they would all sigh and say, "Except for those eyes, there's nothing imperfect about him."

Now, the last bit of imperfection had disappeared. It was like a pearl covered in dust that had been wiped away. It was finally time for the pearl to shine!

The three of them sat down in the hall. Hua Ping attentively served tea and pastries. Hua Manlou poured a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Muzhi. Then he turned to Lu Xiaofeng and asked, "Brother Lu, did you run into some trouble?"

Without having breakfast, Yang Muzhi was already hungry. He picked up a piece of pumpkin pie and tasted it. He knew that it was bought from the stall he ate at yesterday. He didn't know when the people beside him had instructed Hua Ping.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Seeing his good friend eating happily, Lu Xiaofeng also picked up a piece of pumpkin pie. After taking a bite, he put it down and said, "It's too sweet. Muzhi, how did you swallow it?"

Snorting, Yang Muzhi ignored him and said, "Tell me, did Little Phoenix provoke some girl again and hide in Hundred Flowers Tower?"

This was really an injustice. Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt wronged. For a long time, he still didn't explain why he came.

In the end, Hua Manlou very considerately said, "Brother Lu must be tired from running around. Why don't you eat something and go back to your room to wash up and rest?"

Then he instructed Hua Ping to set the table. Yang Muzhi's sharp eyes saw a fish dish. He put the fish head on a small plate and served it to Hua Manlou.

Lu Xiaofeng, who thought it was interesting, laughed and said, "Muzhi, you really love Hua Manlou. Instead of giving him the white and tender fish meat, you gave him the fish head."

With a serious look in his eyes, Yang Muzhi explained, "What do you know?

Hua Manlou's eyes just happen to need to be nourished. The fish eye is the best choice. Of course, it's for him to eat. "

Unknowingly, Lu Xiaofeng felt that he was very redundant. His smile froze on his face. He lowered his head and quietly ate his meal. Hua Manlou, who saw this scene, was somewhat amused.

After lunch, Lu Xiaofeng went back to his room to wash up and rest. Yang Muzhi took Hua Manlou back to his zither shop to take a look.

The sky was filled with drifting clouds, the ground was dry and easy to walk on, and beside him was the person he deeply loved.

The two of them walked briskly and arrived at the zither shop without saying a word.

There were no customers in the shop. The waiter was sleeping behind the counter. A pot of pure white jasmine was still blooming and emitting a sweet fragrance.

Yang Muzhi didn't wake the waiter. He pulled Hua Manlou up to his room on the second floor and said, "Hua Manlou, did you see the jasmine on the counter?"

"Of course I saw it. It's blooming very well. It can be seen that you raised it with care.

Why do you mention this? "

With a playful smile, Yang Muzhi said, "Jasmine sounds like Mo Li. When you gave it to me, did you have this layer of meaning?"

Shaking his head and laughing, Hua Manlou calmly admitted, "Yes."

Hua Manlou had done many things like vaguely expressing his feelings. Fortunately, his sweetheart was also interested in him, so he didn't let down this kind of deep affection.

When they arrived at Yang Muzhi's room, there didn't seem to be anything special at first glance. After careful observation, they discovered that there were many Tang period decorations in the room.

Seeing Hua Manlou carefully examining the Tang Sancai on the bookshelf, Yang Muzhi explained, "When I first came here, I wasn't used to it. That's why I collected these things.

Thinking about it, it's quite interesting. They were clearly the most common things sold on the streets in my previous life. After nearly a thousand years, they've all become antiques. "

Without needing him to say more, Hua Manlou could imagine how many difficulties Yang Muzhi had to overcome to get to where he was today after waking up in this foreign dynasty. He immediately felt a burst of heartache.

"Then should we bring these back to Hundred Flowers Tower?" The two of them came here to watch the shop and take some things.

Since they were already together, Yang Muzhi was bound to live in Hundred Flowers Tower for a long time. Naturally, they would need to bring some luggage from their home.

Yang Muzhi said, "No need." Then he waved at Hua Manlou, "Come and help me."

Following his instructions, the two of them worked together to push open the heavy pear blossom wood table. Yang Muzhi bent down to lift up the carpet and used a small knife to pry open a corner of the floor. It turned out that there was a secret compartment underneath.

Without hiding anything from Hua Manlou, Yang Muzhi took out an exquisitely crafted box from the secret compartment and placed it on the table that had been pushed away. "Hua Manlou, do you want to guess what this is?"

The table, the carpet, and the secret compartment were all hidden. If it was worth Yang Muzhi hiding it so tightly, then it was naturally something very important to him. Hua Manlou faintly guessed, "Could it be that Muzhi brought something with you when you came here?"

Yang Muzhi lightly smiled and said, "Hua Manlou, how come you seem to know what I'm thinking?"

Hua Manlou also smiled. It wasn't difficult for lovers to have a telepathic connection.

Opening the box, there was a neatly folded aquamarine robe and a jade tablet with dark green tassels. If one looked closely, they could see two small characters on the jade tablet: "Broken Celestial."

The attentive Hua Manlou naturally saw the two small characters. He asked, "Is Broken Celestial Muzhi's name?

Or number? "

Rubbing the jade tablet in his hand, he felt a cool sensation. Yang Muzhi explained, "Broken Celestial is the name of my master's disciples. I have carried this jade tablet with me since I was young. Now I want to give it to someone."

"Who is it?"