In the early morning light, strands of light penetrated the brocade curtains and gently fell on the two of them, outlining soft light and shadows.

Soft quilts were piled at the head of the bed. The two of them sat on the bed with their legs bent, looking at each other from a short distance.

This distance allows them to hug each other within reach.

Ying Shiyi seemed shocked by his words. She opened her lips slightly and stared at Lou Jingyu without blinking.

"master……"

He never thought that Lou Jingyu would say such a thing, as if his master always said shocking things to him like this.

Ying Eleven's heart was beating violently.

He is like a blade of grass growing in a dark crack, quietly waiting for the sunshine.

He only needs a little dew and a little sunshine to grow, so he looks up desperately, hoping to receive that little sunshine and rain.

But one day, someone picked him up and gave him all the warmth and rain.

Ying Shiyi knew that what he had in front of him now was his master's passionate and sincere heart, which was on par with his own.

Only then did he feel the substance of what his master had said, "My thoughts are the same as yours."

Tears gradually gathered in the eyes, and mist clouded the vision.

"Master, I understand." He pursed his lips.

Lou Jingyu looked at his moved expression and immediately struck while the iron was hot. He wanted to untie Ying Shiyi's knot and make him feel not uneasy and afraid.

He felt sad when he saw it.

Lou Jingyu, who is always high and mighty and looking down on everyone, will one day put himself in the shoes of a shadow guard and feel his humble thoughts.

In the first twenty years of his previous life, he couldn't imagine it.

But now, he is willing to use all his patience and love to weave a sweet cradle, just hoping that his Eleven can be happy.

"Eleven, while you love me bravely, I also love you seriously." Lou Jingyu said seriously.

Ying Shiyi's mind moved, and he thought about it again and again. Perhaps the atmosphere was too good, so he asked the doubts in his heart.

"But Master, I am just a shadow guard, cold and stiff like a piece of wood. I am not as good as those young ladies and gentlemen from aristocratic families. I don't know how I caught your eye."

This was a big part of the reason why he was hesitant.

He felt that he had nothing to give to Lou Jingyu, and now he couldn't even offer the value of a knife.

There are many people who are better than me, so why did the master fall in love with me?

This thought made Ying Shiyi feel like he was walking on cotton, and there was always a sense of unreality.

Lou Jingyu was stunned.

He couldn't speak of it, and didn't know where to start. He knew this was the price of rebirth.

He could not tell Ying Shiyi about the days when they depended on each other in their previous life, but he would always remember Ying Shiyi's lowered eyes, his face illuminated by the campfire, and his figure standing in front of him killing the enemy.

The moonlight and sunlight rotated, shining on him, reflecting his pale yet stubborn face.

Lou Jingyu always thought that he was able to be reborn not because he was a good person, but because his Eleven was so good.

God felt sorry for his failure, so he gave me a chance to be reborn, so that I, who was slow to realize love, could have the opportunity to love him well.

Thinking of the past, Lou Jingyu felt a little sad.

He held Ying Shiyi's hand tightly and intertwined their fingers with his, feeling his warm body temperature.

He said slowly: "Eleven, you always think that I am brilliant, but in fact you are the one who shines brightly."

"You are sincere, brave, and skilled. You can live well even if you leave the Red Sun Sect. You are a shining person, but you always forget this."

"I am very glad that I have the honor to have some contact with you. As long as I spend more time with you, I will always fall in love with you. And you are never worse than anyone else in my eyes, and you don't need to compare yourself with others."

Ying Shiyi's tears finally fell, and he bit his lower lip and nodded.

He received immense affirmation and certainty of love from Lou Jingyu over and over again.

Lou Jingyu stretched out his hands and pulled him over, hugging him, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, sighing with contentment in his heart.

"I hope you can be relaxed and happy in front of me, not just when you are sick and weak, okay?"

He kissed Ying Shiyi's wet eyes and raised his hand to wipe his tears.

"Master, I understand. I won't have such nonsense thoughts anymore." Ying Shiyi also raised his hands and hugged him.

In the past, he did not dare to presume on his master's care and love for him, but now his master has explained it to him so seriously over and over again.

Then he would no longer make random guesses to humiliate his master's intentions, and he would cherish his master's love.

He also wanted to be brave for once.

Ying Shiyi thought that he was also a greedy person.

Lou Jingyu patted his back soothingly, "And Eleven is also wrong about one thing. How can you be cold and stiff? Our Eleven is so cute and soft."

He suggestively placed his hand on Ying Shiyi's lower back, then moved it down and squeezed it gently.

He chuckled and said, "Isn't this quite soft?"

These words reminded Ying Shiyi of the time when his master carried him to take a bath in the past two days, and his face suddenly turned red.

He couldn't stand Lou Jingyu's teasing, and his tears of emotion were interrupted and he finally burst into laughter.

She raised her head and looked at him with red eyes, as if silently accusing him: "Master."

Lou Jingyu then moved his hand back to his waist, hugged his waist, and brought him back to the soft quilt with his head tilted back.

"Eleven," he called.

"Master." Ying Eleven responded.

"Weian."

"Ah."

"An'an."

"I'm here."

Ying Eleven responded to every call without getting tired of it.

He felt that his name sounded so beautiful when it came from his master's mouth, deep and mellow, which touched his heartstrings.

Lou Jingyu laughed out loud and felt very happy after talking with Ying Shiyi.

He realized that happiness is not an empty word, but a concrete and substantial feeling.

Ying Shiyi pressed his cheek against Lou Jingyu's chest. He could feel the vibration and ups and downs of his chest caused by his laughter, and the corners of his mouth curled up due to his laughter.

After lying down for a while, the two got out of bed, washed, changed clothes, and had breakfast.

The two of them reconciled, and everyone in Canglan Palace breathed a sigh of relief.

You have to know that the master has had a cold face these past two days, which is very scary, so they, the servants, have to be extremely careful in what they do.

Now the depressing atmosphere is finally gone.

Today's breakfast is shrimp wontons and steamed dumplings. Ying Shiyi likes to eat these, so Lou Jingyu specially asked the kitchen to make them today.

With some refreshing side dishes, the two of them finished their breakfast intimately and then went to the study holding hands.

Ying Shiyi's allergy had just recovered, so Lou Jingyu didn't let him practice sword this morning and told him to wait until the evening or tomorrow.

The study was quiet. Lou Jingyu was handling official business behind the desk, while Ying Shiyi was grinding ink and making tea for him. After finishing these, he read his own book.

The two of them could see each other as soon as they looked up, and there were smiles in their eyes when they looked at each other.

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