"Well... let me give it a try. Create a dream for him to clear up the misunderstanding and see if it works."
Gu Yan was the first to break the silence.
"Okay, thank you brother..." Gu Xiuyue flipped up her hair in embarrassment.
Damn, this fucking bastard is so shameful!
Gu Xiuyue cursed Mo Zhenxian more than 100 times in her heart.
Gu Yan created a dream for Mo Zhenxian to resolve the misunderstanding.
After a while, Mo Zhenxian opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Gu Xiuyue sitting next to the bed with an angry look on his face.
"Wife...wuwuwu..."
Mo Zhenxian was immediately moved to tears and hugged Gu Xiuyue's body.
"Uuwu... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you..." Mo Zhenxian cried while rubbing the other person's body.
"Stay away from me, I'll lose all my face!" Gu Xiuyue pushed the other person's head away angrily.
Not only was Mo Zhenxian not annoyed after being pushed away, but he laughed happily: "Hehe..."
Although his son's fiancée was stolen by Gu Yan, his wife was not, which made him feel very beautiful.
After seeing this, Gu Yan, who was hiding in the dark, nodded with relief and left.
But before leaving, he still appeared outside the door and patted Mo Zhenren who was lying on the crack of the door and peeking at the scene inside.
"ah!"
Mo Zhenren was immediately startled. He quickly turned around and saw that the person coming was Gu Yan. He stammered: "You, you, you..."
"I, I, I... I'm here to remind you of something." Gu Yan smiled slightly.
"Young hero, please tell me..." After seeing Gu Yan's methods, Master Mo's words became much more polite.
"Don't remind your father that I have been here, otherwise he may faint again based on his imagination. If he faints again, he will become suspicious, and it will be difficult to use the method of creating dreams to confuse him. "Gu Yan warned.
"Oh." Mo Zhenren nodded obediently.
"Oh, then I'll leave." Gu Yan nodded with satisfaction.
The other party is a child who is aware of current affairs and does not have a bad attitude towards him because of hatred.
"Wait!" Mo Zhenren stretched out his hand to stop the other party.
"Oh, is there anything else?"
"Which... Hehe, if I faint from anger, will you give Mo Jiuyou back to me?" Mo Zhenren wiped his hands and said with a smile.
Gu Yan looked at the other party as if he were a fool, shook his head and said, "No."
"Alas..." Mo Zhenren lowered his head in despair.
Why was he the only one injured in the whole game?
Gu Yan ignored the other party and disappeared directly.
…
Gu Yan returned to Mo Jiuyou's room. At this time, the other party had woken up and was sitting on the bed reading a book.
"Your Highness, you're awake." Gu Yan walked to the bed and sat down, smiling slightly.
"Your Highness should be consolidating his cultivation at this time, rather than reading a book."
"You misunderstood me."
Mo Jiuyou closed the book, looked at the other person and explained with a chuckle: "Because I didn't expect to reach Daluo Jinxian so quickly, so I never learned the knowledge of consolidating Daluo Jinxian's cultivation, so I went to find this book to study."
"So that's it." Gu Yan nodded.
"You wrongly blamed me." Mo Jiuyou curled his lips and said arrogantly, with a hint of coquettishness in his words.
I don’t know why, but after less than ten days, she developed a very strong sense of dependence and trust on Gu Yan...
Seeing the other party pretending to be angry, Gu Yan immediately became happy. He held his cheek and looked at the other party jokingly: "I wonder how your highness should punish your subordinates?"
"Um…"
Mo Jiuyou held his chin and seemed to be thinking.
As if he thought of something, he turned his head, waved his fingers and said with a smile, "How about I punish you by writing an ancient poem to me?"
After the lantern riddle guessing competition, Mo Jiuyou was also curious about Gu Yan's literary talent and whether he was better than himself.
She has read poetry books aloud since she was a child. She has also written a lot of poems when she grew up, so she can naturally tell whether a poem is good or bad.
"What poem do you want me to write?" Gu Yan smiled slightly.
"Every gentleman has his own merits, and there is no limit to the subject matter."
"Okay...let me think about it."
Gu Yan nodded and fell into thinking.
He was not thinking about how to compose a poem, but whose poem he should copy.
"Well...Li Bai's Qingping tone is indeed quite good."
After much deliberation, Gu Yan still felt that it would be better to quote this poem.
"Think slowly, don't worry, I'll give you twenty-eight days." Mo Jiuyou shook his head and smiled.
Writing poetry requires inspiration, even for the most famous poets. She didn't believe that anyone could actually compose a good poem on the spot.
"Ahem, I'm going to compose a poem." Gu Yan cleared his throat.
Hearing these words, Mo Jiuyou's eyes widened immediately, and he turned his head and looked at Gu Yan in disbelief: "Are you perfunctory with my highness by writing a poem so casually?"
"Haha, is this perfunctory? Your Highness will naturally know after hearing this."
Gu Yan conjured a wine glass out of thin air, took a sip and spoke loudly: "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is rich."
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."
After reciting, Gu Yan shook his flowing hair and drank the wine in his hand.
He raised his head and looked at Mo Jiuyou, and found that the other party was looking at him in great shock, with brilliant eyes.
Mo Jiuyou is a very literate demon. He knows the extraordinaryness of this poem as soon as he hears it. If he tastes it carefully, he can appreciate the poetic meaning contained in it.
"How's it going? My poem is pretty good, right?" Gu Yan wiped his nose proudly.
"Is this poem really written by you?" Mo Jiuyou looked at Gu Yan and asked with some disbelief.
"It was indeed me."
Li Bai was not born in this world, and Gu Yan thought there was nothing wrong with saying that he did it.
"Why, Your Highness thinks I can cheat?"
"No... I believe you have this talent, but... it's really hard to believe that you can do it in such a short time..." Mo Jiuyou smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Although Mo Jiuyou was confident that he could write a poem of this level, it was absolutely impossible in such a short time.
"If you don't believe it, why don't you ask another question and I'll compose a poem for you on the spot."
Gu Yan raised his eyebrows teasingly at Mo Jiuyou. He was a man who had read 300 Tang poems by heart. He had to shoulder the poet's will, so there was absolutely no way he would lose.
Mo Jiuyou's face turned a little red when he was looked at by the other party's teasing gaze. He turned his head and said proudly:
"Even if you can still make it, I won't believe it. After all, I don't know if you have bought all the poems on various themes and kept them in your mind waiting to be put to use."
"Huh? Your Highness, your words seem a bit sour." Gu Yan blinked at the other party.
"I don't have one, but what I said is the truth. It is impossible for anyone to create such a masterpiece in such a short period of time."
"You are just jealous of my talent." Gu Yan still refused to give up.
"Haha, no matter how talented a person is, it's impossible for him to do it in such a short period of time..."
"You're just sour."
"No, I already told you that this is unreasonable..."
"You're jealous of my talent."
Mo Jiuyou:...
