Occupy the hero CP position

Even if Pei Xun's soul is fused, the memory is still so vague, the original owner... probably doesn't remember it.

"Wow—"

The young man suddenly got up from the water, water drops fell down his firm chest, Ruyu's face turned a little cold, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers lightly slid across his chest. The hideous scar slowly lowered his eyes, and soon, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The wet black hair is pasted on the back, hanging down to the waist, the slender legs are hidden in the pool water, and the thin body is as white as snow. With this face, it is really attractive. .

Pei Xun jumped up and quickly grabbed the clothes on the screen to cover his body. The outer robe was loose and wet, but he didn't care.

The young man took the tea prepared by the dark guard on the tea table, took a sip, and walked slowly to the other side of the bath.This inner room, named 'Yelinju', is a place for Pei Xun to rest on weekdays. Without his order, no one can set foot there.

There is a dark red box in the northeast corner of the inner room, locked with an old lock, and it is unknown what is inside.Gentle and warm sunlight penetrated through the vermilion carved wooden window, and sprinkled it piecemeal on a propped up guqin. That guqin had eight strings, and a normal guqin only has seven strings.

The cyan gauze curtain of the same color as his robe brought in some peach blossom petals from the window with the wind, gently brushed over the strings, and bursts of cigarette smoke rose from the purple gold incense burner, wrapping the gauze curtain and entangled with each other , filled the entire inner room.

Pei Xun stopped by the piano, and slowly raised his hand, "Like snow." A white pigeon flew in from the window and landed on the back of his hand. The young man took off the letter from the pigeon's feet, unfolded the letter, A few lines of scrawled words came into view.

He will enter Beijing in three months and force the palace to seize the throne.

Pei Xun picked up the pen and paper on the case, and wrote down a word: Yes.

Then he rolled up the letter paper and put it back into the small bamboo tube at the hoop of the carrier pigeon. His slender, white hand caressed the pigeon's feathers and patted it lightly. The carrier pigeon received the order, lightly pecked the back of Pei Xun's hand, and flew away. gone.

Ning Fenglan, the current sage, is the third most beloved prince of the former emperor. After the death of the first emperor, Ning Fenglan ascended to the high position. Except for those who had died, all his brothers were granted land titles.

And only Lanhuang's youngest brother, Ning Jingshan, remained in the capital, who was granted the position of an idle prince, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the rest were given to the wasteland.

The him in the creed refers to Ning Yichen, the fifth son of the first emperor, who is now named 'King of Yichang', and his fief is Pingning County, which was also Pei Xun's former hometown.

The wind outside the window blows in, and the young man's robe flutters slightly, with ink-like black hair blowing up in the wind, Zhilanyushu, but lonely.

"Master, there is a little beggar blocking the way ahead, wait for the subordinates to beat him away."

"Wait a minute—"

The boy in blue opened the curtain of the car and poked his head out, "There is still some dry food in the car, take it for him."

The subordinate hesitated, "This?"

"It's okay, we're here too." The blue-clothed boy smiled lightly, like a spring breeze.

The little beggar looked over in surprise, the bright black eyes on his dirty face were particularly eye-catching.

The blue-clothed boy stared at him, and suddenly smiled, "I'm new here, and I don't know what's going on here, would you like to explain it to me?"

The king?

The little beggar was even more startled, and suddenly knelt down.

"Are you willing to follow me?" the blue-clothed boy asked with a smile.

The little beggar who hadn't opened his mouth all this time spoke out with difficulty, "I am willing... Thank you, young master."

This year, Pei Xun was 15 years old, and Ning Yichen.