Hua Muzhi took the book and looked up and down for a while, and laughed and said, "You really discovered it."

He thought about this before leaving, and mentioned it casually to General Manager Cao, and he really tacitly finished the secret code.

It was windy outside, and the two went back to the living room on the first floor and leaned against the suede sofa and chatted.

The dog was lying next to the coffee table like a small blanket, swaying its long hair and big tail.

"I also like the old literature in your study." Yue Yiwan was obviously quite calm when talking about this topic: "But popular novels are more simple and you don't need to use your brain to read them. I read a lot of them when I studied abroad."

Hua Muzhi asked the attendant to take the gift back to his bedroom, and after drinking half a cup of tea, he said, "I have only been in contact with the Internet in recent years."

"Then Jinjiang..."

"Jinjiang?" He seemed a little confused: "Is it the author of that book?"

Yue Yiwan laughed and went to the bedroom to bring his tablet and explained the whole story to him.

When a celebrity is interviewed, if he doesn't understand any Internet language that everyone knows, it seems that he is a show.

But the reality is that people who work too busy or have too closed living environment may know nothing about the Internet.

They completely regard mobile phones and computers as communication tools, and they don’t have time to browse Weibo and play games, and may not have the channels to learn about some new things, so they occasionally appear clumsy.

The big pig's hooves seem to be just food, and the sand sculpture is probably a kind of bird, and various strange abbreviations are even more difficult to understand.

Yue Yishen understood Hua Muzhi's knowledge of these things, so he opened Jinjiang's APP to him to show him various works and linkages.

This is one of the well-known literary websites in China. It not only has a large number of high-quality novels, but also continues to connect with multiple copyright platforms, bringing countless excellent audio-visual works to the entire East Asia and the world.

It is said that in 2018, the APPs on this website were only maintained by four programmers, and occasionally they would suck and crash, and the servers were all very arrogant.

But now ten years later, the APP not only flexibly connects to film and television drama platforms and radio drama platforms, but also directly stepping on the portal to play various games adapted from novels, which can be said to be very convenient.

"Do you remember, did I talk to you last time?"

Yue Yi put down the tablet later and looked much more serious.

"Have you ever considered choosing your favorite second career through the Internet?"

This sounds ridiculous and ridiculous.

Judging from family background, Hua Muzhi is destined to be rich and frugal in his life, and he doesn't need to work part-time or any side job to make money.

In terms of identity, he does not need to downgrade himself and start from scratch, wasting time on a completely unfamiliar platform.

Hua Muzhi lowered his eyes, obviously preparing to refuse.

Whether it is painting or writing, just entertain yourself occasionally in your study, and there is no need to share these with others.

"Wait a minute, I hope you understand what I mean." Yue Yiwan reached out and grabbed his sleeve, leaned closer and said, "The purpose of making such an attempt is not to pursue fame and fortune, but to be understood."

Being...understood?

He looked at him, something was relaxing in his heart.

"At least on the Internet, you can be heard." Yue Yiwan frowned and said again: "Do you think about it?"

He is not a nosy person, and there is no need to persuade a prominent nobleman to do these things.

But he could clearly feel that there was a kind of lingering loneliness in the crown prince.

Human beings are eternal and lonely animals, and even if they have three wives and four concubines, they cannot relieve them too much.

The more lonely you are, the more you desire to be heard and understood.

If Hua Muzhi really talks about these things with the people in the palace, it will be really beyond the rules and confusion.

But on the Internet, no one knows who he was originally, and people will not have prejudice because of differences in their identities.

He is him, that's all.

"Forget it." Hua Muzhi said softly: "I shouldn't have such a demand."

Shouldn't it be, or is it not allowed?

Yue Yiwan looked at him calmly, stood up straight and left the living room.

Hua Muzhi raised his head and suddenly felt a little apologized in his heart.

He vaguely felt that this young man could hear many things he had never said before.

But he didn't think it was a good thing to be listened to by more people.

He has lived in front of the media since he was a child. In order to satisfy the people's fantasy of the royal family, he had no choice from career to marriage. He had long been like a tamed beast in a fence, and was used to giving up many things.

Hua Muzhi put down the teacup and prepared to go back to his bedroom to read the book.

He used to ask the little palace maid to help bring several books, but later the palace maid was not sure whereabouts and was no longer embarrassed to speak to others.

Before he could get up, the sound of clogs sounded again.

Yue Yiwan has fully understood the skills of using clogs this week. He walks vigorously, just like a white-collar worker wearing high heels.

He walked in quickly with a bottle of water and a pen, and his wide clothes spread out like a butterfly wing.

"Come with me."

Before Hua Muzhi could react, he led out of the palace.

Two servants originally wanted to follow him, but Yue Yiwan just waved his sleeves, and they retreated with cognitive view.

“Where to go?”

Yue Yiwan took him directly through the courtyard and the secret door, and arrived at a path for palace servants to come and go.

"This is a secret message, princes and nobles will not come here," Yue Yiwan shook the duck-mouth pen in his hand like shaking the canned food for a long time, and handed it to Hua Muzhi: "And looking down from the second floor where we were having dinner, you can just see here."

Hua Muzhi obviously could not keep up with his mind at all. He looked at him with the pen, but he didn't react for a long time: "What are we doing here?"

"The pigment of this pen is very special and will only be displayed when it comes to water." Yue Yi quickly turned on his phone and called out the flashlight, squatted down and picked up the bluestone slab: "You try writing a poem here."

"Writing a poem?" Hua Muzhi laughed silently, and was really impressed by this guy's magical brain circuit: "Since you want to write a poem, why do you need to write it here?"

Writing on the wall is like deliberately showing it to the public, which is so eye-catching.

But when written on the bluestone steps, where will anyone come to see it?

"Don't write those ancient poems that the elders like, write your favorite things." Yue Yiwan turned to look at him, with a sharp light reflected in his eyes: "There will be heavy rain tomorrow. Do you guess anyone will come to read it?"

In the weather without wind and fog, this poem is like dust floating in the sky without trace.

But if it rains a little, it will appear on the bluestone slab, as if it is a secret thought.

This dark alley is long and dark, and even the light of the palace lantern cannot be shined in.

They stood in front of the bluestone slab, like travelers in the dark forest.

"Okay." Hua Muzhi suddenly spoke.

He squatted down carefully, and Yue Yiwan hurriedly helped him hold the tail of his robe, just like reaching out to hold the wings of a phoenix, for fear that it would be stained with blue mud.

Hua Muzhi took advantage of the light he made and wrote down on the long brick with his pen.

The silver-white handwriting was fleeting in a flash. After the three sentences were finished, the stone steps were clean and there was indeed no trace.

Yue Yiwan read it very seriously. After confirming that he had finished writing, he took out the half bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid and poured it on.

The moment the water marks splashed, three lines of silver-white poems floated out.

Since childhood, I've been alone

Take care of

Stars of all ages

Yue Yiwan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked up at him.

Hua Muzhi lowered his eyes and looked at the three lines of poem without saying a word.

The summer wind blew past the two of them, the moisture evaporated quickly, and the silver-white handwriting also faded.

"I seem to like it a little bit here."

Hua Muzhi stood up slowly, allowing him to turn off the flashlight, and the two of them fell into the darkness like void again.

It was quiet and silent, everything was immersed in the night, as if it could not even feel its existence.

Yue Yiwan looked at him sideways and suddenly laughed.

"We both pretend to be pretty well in secular society."

But it seems that until today, he has not seen the true side of Hua Muzhi.

He even felt that all his tame and gentleness were just a complete abandonment and resistance.

"When I was young, I liked to secretly go to the highest place in Changyao Palace to see the night view of Lindu." Hua Muzhi suddenly spoke.

In this place where everything is silent, even the cicadas are singing without a trace.

His voice was cold and clean, with a slight nostalgia.

There are no stars above Lindu.

The overdeveloped tourism industry has brought inevitable pollution, and occasionally a few sparse stars hang over the city center.

But from the height of Changyao Palace, the entire city sinks into the galaxy.

Neon lights are like swaying comets, the traffic flows flashed with lights, and brilliant rivers rushing outside the Ming court. Star-like lights are rising and falling one after another, and midnight is never silent.
Chapter completed!