It is said that the people I protect are admired by the Six Realms

Xuanwu was silent, staring at Bai Moqian quietly with dark green eyes, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Bai Moqian hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted respectfully: "Senior, don't worry too much. I'm here today. In addition to checking Suo Ling, I also want to take senior out of the palace. The Zhenling Xuanwu on the ghost ship has returned to the South China Sea. The Bodhisattva is here."

Xuanwu hesitated, as if considering the credibility of Bai Moqian's words. He paused, nodded slowly and said: "300 years ago, I was bound here and asked to lock up the body of a dying person. soul."

"Do you remember that person's name?" Bai Moqian asked.

Xuan Wu shook his head, "I don't know, the process of locking the spirit is very secretive, they didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, I don't know whose soul I locked."

After hearing this, Bai Moqian nodded in disappointment. He thought for a while and asked, "Can you release that man's soul?"

There was another silence, and just when Bai Moqian thought that Xuanwu disagreed, a wisp of faint blue soul curled out of Xuanwu's mouth.

Bai Moqian's eyes widened immediately, and he stared intently at the strand of soul. Since the body is no longer, the soul cannot return to the host, so Bai Moqian couldn't see his appearance clearly, only vaguely discerning that he was a man in his thirties .

If Zhen Chong was indeed murdered in the second year of Xianheng, then his age at that time should not be much different from this soul.

Thinking of this, Bai Moqian took a step forward, his body trembling slightly due to excitement, he lowered his voice, for fear of blowing away the wisp of remnant soul, "You...are you Zhen Chong?"

The surroundings fell into silence, Bai Moqian held his breath, and his eyes were tightly locked on the soul.

After a while, the soul slowly shook its head!

"What?" Bai Moqian's eyes froze, and he stepped forward and asked, "You shook your head to mean that you are not Zhen Chong?"

Soul nods.

Bai Moqian was stunned, staggered back a few steps, and murmured: "How could it be? How could it not be Zhen Chong?"

Disappointment was like cold water poured on his head, chilling his heart. The north wind rolled up the broken branches and fallen leaves on the ground, brushed through Bai Moqian's hair, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence. sound of music.

Bai Moqian took a few deep breaths to calm down.He lowered his head, raised his foot and kicked the pebbles beside him, thinking to himself: The soul locked in the palace is not Zhen Chong, so who could it be?What kind of connection does this person have with Zhen Chong?

Both Zhen Chong and Li Ke were ex-officials of the former dynasty. When the Emperor Tai/ancestor rebelled against Chu, they turned against Chu and turned to Li, and finally became the founding heroes. In the second year of Xianheng, the Emperor Tai/Ancestor sent a national teacher Shang Ye secretly killed all the ministers.Bai Moqian always thought that this was just a coup d'état of centralized power, but the appearance of an unknown soul in the palace made the whole thing weird and unpredictable.Correspondingly, Shang Ye's move to search for Wen Wang Xi's dragon pulse needs to be reconsidered.

Thinking of this, Bai Moqian looked up at Soul, and asked, "Who are you?"

The soul pointed to his mouth, indicating that he could no longer speak. After that, he squatted down, forcibly turned the damaged soul into a little bit of spiritual power, and wrote on the ground: "Li Shuo."

Bai Moqian's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the sword "suddenly" tightened. Li Shuo, the founding emperor of the dynasty, was named Emperor Tai/Zu!

This soul claims to be the emperor/ancestor, so who is lying in the imperial tomb of Changbai Mountain in Mobei?

A chill slowly crept up his spine, and Bai Moqian shivered for a moment. He looked at Soul, and was about to ask, "You—"

Soul shook his head, interrupted Bai Moqian's inquiry, and wrote on the ground: Mobei Imperial Tomb, old affairs of the previous dynasty, Zhen Chong.

The last stroke fell, and the soul bowed and fell to the side. In the eastern sky, a round of red sun slowly rose, and the moment the golden sun shone on the earth, his outline gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared in the first ray of morning of the new year. wind.

The melodious bells in the palace pass through the dense palace walls and float to every corner of Chang'an City.

Bai Moqian wiped his cheeks, turned his eyes away from the palace of Biwa and Zhuzhen, saluted Xuanwu respectfully, said "offend", clasped the four fingers of his right hand on the edge of the turtle's back, secretly mobilized his wrists, and lifted Xuanwu on his back. The magnet was removed.

Saying goodbye to Zhenling Xuanwu, Bai Moqian was thinking about this while walking slowly back along Chang'an Avenue. The moment he stepped into the mansion, he realized a detail——

At Concubine Mei's birthday banquet, the current emperor once called Li Shao "Uncle Emperor"!

Bai Moqian only paid attention to this detail at the very beginning, and when he and Li Shao left Chang'an and slowly regained their memories on the way, he forgot this detail.

Now that he suddenly remembered, Bai Moqian realized that since his last life, he had never heard of Li Shao's background from his master and senior brothers, that is to say, he did not know who Li Shao was from the beginning to the end.

Bai Moqian's eyes flickered, he stood on the spot, raised his hand to press the frowning brow.

The Empress Dowager/Zu Lishuo, the current emperor Li Che, the great disciple of Xiaoyaomen Li Shao, and the Mo king Li Mo 2000 years ago, and finally, the current national teacher Shang Ye.

It was as if someone weaved a big net in the dark, quietly connecting those people and things that had been dusted by time for a long time, and then, that person slowly threw out a thread, luring Bai Moqian to go deeper into it. .

Why yourself?Who is the one who designed all this?What does he want to show himself?

Bai Moqian squatted down slowly, buried his head in the crook of his arms, he felt as if he was being pulled into an invisible abyss, unable to struggle.

After sitting like this for an unknown amount of time, Li Shao's voice came from next to his ears, "Rabbit, get up."

Bai Moqian moved his arm slightly, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, with confusion in his eyes, "Who the hell are you?"

Li Shao's sleeves were still stained with dew, and there was a deep tiredness between his brows. He didn't answer, but silently pulled Bai Moqian up, wrapped his arms around his waist, and sighed softly, "Mr. Go back to the house."

Bai Moqian's mind is very confused now, he wants to ask Li Shao a lot of things, but he doesn't know where to start when he opens his mouth, only one sentence "Who are you" is left over and over again.

Li Shao carried him back to the dormitory, put him on the rug, and sat by the stove to make tea by himself.

When the tea boiled for the second time, Li Shao took the bamboo tongs and gently stirred the boiling water. After that, he poured the tea in the wooden box into the water, and a refreshing fragrance spread in the room.

Bai Moqian's chaotic eyes cleared up a lot, he sucked his nose, and looked towards Li Shao.

Li Shao poured two cups of tea, got up, sat down beside Bai Moqian, put the tea on the low table, and asked, "Have you found Zhen Chong's soul?"

Bai Moqian took a sip of tea and shook his head, "No, I found another person's soul, the Empress Dowager/Zu Lishuo."

Li Shao raised his eyebrows, his expression was calm, Bai Moqian's eyes flickered lightly, he only realized now that from the evil bronze mirror to the remnant soul in the palace, Li Shao's reaction to everything was as if he knew it long ago The ending is mediocre, calm and even boring.

This is not normal.

"Who are you?" Bai Moqian took a deep breath, and looked at Li Shao quietly, "Brother, I have lived two lives, and I have never been so eager to know who you are."

Li Shao smiled softly, he looked at the teacup in his hand, the sunlight came in from the open window, and the light of the tea was reflected in his eyes, with a peaceful calm, he seemed to be remembering something, He remained motionless, like a statue. After a long time, he drank the cold tea and turned to look at Bai Moqian.

"Want to empathize with me?" he asked.

"I don't want to." Bai Moqian evaded his eyes for a moment, and blurted out, but he hesitated after he finished speaking, he bit his lips, "I...actually just want to know your identity."

"It's time to tell you." Li Shao said lightly, he raised his hand and hugged Bai Moqian into his arms, looked down at him, sighed inaudibly, leaned over, and kissed Bai Moqian's thin lips .

The dizziness and the warmth of the lips swept together, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a bamboo couch, and there was a woman holding a round fan sitting next to him. The woman squinted her eyes and was drowsy. A three-legged lynx smoker was placed on the wooden stick beside her. The green smoke curled up and dissipated in the hot air, and the light fragrance filled the room.

Bai Moqian stared at the woman for a while, turned over and lay down, and slowly exhaled foul air. He knew that he was already on Li Shao's body, but when he opened his eyes and saw a woman, Bai Moqian was very worried. Somewhat irritating.

After thinking about it, he became a little jealous, and a little selfishness crept into his heart. He slowly released his spiritual power, trying to control Li Shao's consciousness. He thought he would fail, but as soon as he passed the spiritual power, his body was completely covered by him. encroached upon.

He was startled, stiffened and waited to be dragged back by Li Shao, the cicadas outside the house were very noisy, and the heat inside was unbearably hot, Bai Moqian lay down for a long time, and Li Shao didn't say anything, so he felt a little relieved at the moment, After lying down for a while, he sat up, avoided the woman, and got off the bed lightly.

Wandering around in a circle, the room is very big, like the bedroom of a certain prince, there is a black jade desk under the bookshelf in the north, there are windows on the south and east, and there is a bed in the west, which is covered with gold. An embroidered quilt with thread trim, two bronze phoenix birds standing beside the bed, and two glazed lamps hanging by the beaks of the phoenix birds.

After Bai Moqian looked around carefully, his eyes inadvertently fell on the round bronze mirror placed on the desk, and he froze when he saw the person in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is about fifteen or sixteen years old, his eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, and he can be vaguely identified as Li Shao's appearance, but at this time he is more delicate and agile, his eyes are like a shimmering lake, his lips are ruddy, and his skin is fair. Three points more beautiful than women.

Bai Moqian stared blankly for a while, then was pulled back to his senses by the crisp voice, "Ah, why did you wake up? Is it too hot? This servant is going to change a basin of ice water."

Bai Moqian stretched his brows and eyes, it turned out to be a maid, and he was almost jealous again, his eyes twinkled slightly, and he smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Just as he was about to reply, he suddenly realized that he was empathizing instead of seizing his body, so he quickly withdrew his spiritual power and released Li Shao's consciousness, while he stayed quietly, watching all directions and listening to all directions.

"No, I'll get up and do my homework."

When Bai Moqian heard what Li Shao said, his voice was very soft, but his tone was the indifference that Bai Moqian was familiar with, but there was a sense of solemnity in this indifference, as if "doing homework" was very important to him. important.

The woman nodded, and walked out of the house carrying a basin of melted ice water, while Li Shao sat down by the desk, spread out an ancient book, and read in a low voice.

Bai Moqian was drowsy, about an hour later, Li Shao finally closed the scroll, put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone into the book bag one by one, and walked out of the room with the book bag.