You rascal, stop right there!

midnight.

Ling Shumo stroked the pair of small lotus-shaped brushes in his hands, as well as the brocade box given to him by Cheng Su, with a heart full of thoughts.

He decided to return to the capital as soon as his leg injury healed and visit all the temples.

See if there are any clues left by Brother Yuebai.

It's really ridiculous to say it.

Even though Brother Yuebai was right beside him, he couldn't ask him directly where he had been or what he had experienced.

The eyes of the man in blue gradually dimmed.

The wheelchair glides gently...

Somehow I arrived at Bai Wan's room door.

Seeing that the candle has gone out, the person must have gone to bed.

"Master——" A Yan tried to push him away.

"Wait!" Ling Shumo stopped suddenly.

"I want to go in and take a look..."

There seemed to be some indescribable emotions in his eyes. Even though he knew it was inappropriate, he still wanted to go and see that person.

A Yan was stunned. He just watched his master push the door open and walk in.

In the past, this was said to be the only confidant and friend, so it would be fine to just close the window at the door.

How come he walked straight in now, like a lecher prying into other people's privacy?

On this side, Ling Shumo walked in.

He saw that Bai Wan's desk was full of paintbrushes and books, piled up like a huge pile.

In order to learn painting, this person was actually also learning to read.

It can be seen that he is indeed working very hard.

And this hardworking person is now lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead pig.

The whole body was curled up in one place, hugging the rolled up quilt tightly, which was as indecent as it could be.

Ling Shumo smiled, this guy is so restless even when sleeping.

He felt that Bai Wan was just like the wild cat he was when he was a child, and that his bad habits could not be changed even if he lost his memory.

He gently pulled the quilt with his fingertips, trying to cover the man, but the emotion in his eyes had changed.

He looked at him.

He has a handsome face.

There was no solemnity on his face at all.

No matter what you have been through, you can always smile as brightly as spring.

"After hearing Cheng Su say that today, I suddenly realized how great it would be if I had found you earlier."

He muttered to himself somewhat feebly.

There has always been only this person by Ling Shumo's side, whether in the past or now.

Brother Yuebai is his childhood friend, his classmate, his confidant, his best friend, and the only peer he admires in his life.

They have known each other since they were seven years old and have known each other since they were ten.

They entered academies, art academies, painting circles and even the imperial palace together.

Even though Brother Yuebai has lost his memory and become Baiwan today, we can still understand each other and be close friends even though we are thousands of miles apart.

Ling Shumo stared at the person on the bed.

As if he had suddenly realized something, he casually took out the intact lotus brush and wanted to quietly place it on the corner of the man's desk.

He thought that with this priceless workmanship, Bai Wan would definitely treasure it and hide it away.

Just when I was about to do that.

"Who-"

The lazy voice of this person quietly appeared in my ear.

Bai Wan has been sleeping lightly ever since He Xiang plotted against her.

I specially made a rope so that I can immediately detect anyone approaching the bed.

Of course, the drunkenness doesn’t count. No one would notice anyone in that state.

Bai Wan thought that there might be a thief in the room, or a big rat or a wild cat.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I saw Ling Shumo's elegant and handsome face right next to me.

Against the moonlight, it is so eye-catching.

The two were originally very close, but just now they were pushed several feet away due to a misunderstanding by a certain man.

"Brother Zichen?" Bai Wan looked at the man strangely.

As far as I can remember, Ling Shumo is not the kind of person who would sneak into someone else's room in the middle of the night to discuss things.

Is there any secret to discuss?

The person in the wheelchair didn't expect that the man would suddenly wake up in front of him. He immediately turned his eyes away and handed over the pen in his hand.

"I have a very useful brush, so I thought of giving it to you."

Bai Wan looked at the pen in the man's hand. Although he was not close to it, he could feel that it was of great value.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he jumped up to take the pen, not caring that he was only wearing underwear.

"Oh! How do you know that my pen has run out of power recently? I just need a new one! Thank you, Brother Zichen!" Bai Wan happily accepted the small lotus brush.

Ling Shumo looked at the man holding the pen and felt relieved, revealing a faint smile.

But on this side, Bai Wan looked at the pen with some doubt, examining it carefully:

"Hey, I remember Brother Zichen had a similar one before, with lotus pattern engraved on it as well. But it seemed to be broken in the middle."

He looked at Ling Shumo cynically and said, "We...are not a couple, are we?"

This statement came out.

The people in the wheelchairs suddenly widened their eyes and some could hardly sit still.

There seemed to be surprise, shock, disbelief, and some indescribable emotions in his eyes.

Even though he knew that this couple was not that couple.

The gifts given by the previous emperor were always in pairs.

When Yuebai got the pair of pens, he just said that they were close friends and they were willing to share any reward.

Now, things seem to have changed.

It's ridiculous!

Ling Shumo grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair fiercely and stepped back.

The road here was not that bumpy, but he couldn't find the way back.

When in his life had Ling Shumo ever felt so embarrassed that he wanted to escape?

Seeing that it was so troublesome for this man to go out, Bai Wan immediately put down the pen in his hand and went to hold the wheelchair.

"Brother Zichen, you'd better be careful! If it breaks, Da Ying will lose a good official!" he said anxiously.

Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan with mixed emotions.

After a long while, he sighed softly: "It's okay, I can go back by myself."

Bai Wan smiled and gently pushed the wheelchair: "Brother Zichen, I know I must have said the wrong thing just now! Did you misunderstand the couple I mentioned?"

At this point, it's probably best not to answer.

The person in the wheelchair was still stunned, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

When a certain man saw Ling Shumo's embarrassed look, he seemed to understand what was going on.

I really said the wrong thing.

He is a noble and handsome young man from a wealthy family, and he wants to continue his family line and marry a wife! How could he be used as a joke for no reason?

He's also a homosexual!

Who is gay?! His brother Zichen can't be gay!

And you dare to call yourself a couple.

Damn it.

So, Bai Wan looked at the person in front of him seriously and said in a rare serious tone:

"Brother Zichen, don't worry. I was just talking about the pen. Don't be angry! You are not Xiao Luoluo, how can you like a man?"

Ling Shumo reluctantly looked away...

Then, Bai Wan added: "Besides, even if you like a man, you won't like me. You are obviously at a disadvantage if you say we are a couple!!"

Then, there was this person's bright and hearty smile.

Ling Shumo frowned slightly, and felt a slight headache...