[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

The pattering rain gradually stopped, and the sky appeared in the sky in a blink of an eye. The sky seemed to have been washed by the rain, like flowing water, and the blue color was compelling. Wen Linyu, who was forced to look up, felt that he was far away from this beautiful sky Some are too close.

His long hair was only a little crowned, and most of it was scattered on his shoulders. Now it spreads out in the air like splashed ink, and some of it falls on the cheeks of his bullying Xue Saishuang, reflecting his dull and thin lips even more alluring It is eye-catching, as if the person who was painting accidentally knocked over a inkstone, and the extremely thick black ink stained that side of the white rice paper, or a peach petal fluttering down in the white snow.

On this face, the white is extremely white, the black is extremely black, and at the same time, it also appears to be extremely red. They are mixed and scattered, and they form a scene together.

At this moment, there was some confusion on that face. Wen Linyu clearly remembered that he was still sitting in his wheelchair a moment ago. Although he was not on the ground, he was more stable than now. After a while of confusion, he vacated, what? Condition……

[Ding, congratulations to the tasker who has gone to the sky, the clouds have gone straight up to [-] miles~]

Wen Linyu: ……………

Push the clock forward.

It is said that Mr. Wen came out of the other courtyard and came to Danqing Garden in the rain. Just before he arrived at the garden, the rain happened to stop, so he signaled the painting fan behind him to put away the umbrella. There were people all over the street, including people on the second floor of the inn across the street. As soon as he showed up, before he could react, people on the ground and in the upstairs window all came towards him in unison. Look over here.

Originally talking about the noisy and noisy scene, it was a strange silence.

Wen Linyu: ...? ? ?

About 20 years old, poor in walking, using a wooden wheelchair to travel, and more importantly, his appearance is just like the poem said-"Meiying Chengtang is cold and has no fragrance, as if heaven and earth are hard to match."

Ordinary people who don't know poetry, only have the word "beautiful!!!" in their minds, and they can't think of any poems.

The scene stagnated for a moment, and everyone was still in a state of being close to the beauty, but if someone approached, the scene would evolve into an uncontrollable direction.

The painting fan that originally used the umbrella as a sword envoy to protect the lord was crowded out of nowhere, and Wen Linyu, who was surrounded by people in front of him and behind him, sat on the spot blankly: ...

The culprit leaning on the railing upstairs stared at the man's rare embarrassment, and couldn't straighten his back from laughing. It wasn't until he saw that white shadow was about to be drowned by the black head that he felt that things were a little too big. Putting the wine in his hand aside, he flipped down from the railing without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind Wen Linyu at a speed of light work.

He stared at the man whose back was very eye-catching, turned the wheelchair with one hand, and scooped up the beauty with a cold face and a little confusion into his arms. The people around who were stunned for a while hooked their lips and smiled, and left a sentence: "This is a glass beauty with a master. You can only see it but not touch it. It will break if you touch it." The one who got down, said "I'm sorry to borrow the head to use the head", while stepping on the ready-made head, and then using the dense branches on the side, crossed the railing, and successfully led the person to settle on the corridor in the middle of Danqing Garden.

Jiang Suye was still holding the person in his arms, and leaned back against the railing, letting out a foul breath, dragging the hands on the person's shoulders and unconsciously circling around the person's slightly cool hair: "Fourth Young Master , your weight is heavier than I thought."

After speaking, he felt that something was wrong, but he was not frozen to death immediately. He lowered his head and looked at the eyes of the person in his arms, and his own appearance was reflected in the blackness. stand up.

Pure heart and few desires, pure heart and few desires, Jiang Suye said to himself in his heart, after seeing it for so many years, he still hasn't gotten used to it, a man born with this appearance is simply a disaster on earth!

Jiang Suye obediently carried the person into the building without looking sideways, put the person on the wheelchair prepared on each floor, and then pretended to pat his hem to make the bottom less obvious.

It's not that he doesn't want to take advantage of the opportunity to eat tofu for a while, you must know that this tofu is harder to taste than golden tofu, but that if he stays in his arms for a while, he is very likely to show his flaws, although the flaws at this time are not yet It's too big, once found, it's not just as simple as throwing it from upstairs.

Wen Linyu really didn't notice this, because the system was reminding him that the progress of "pointing to the task" had advanced by 15.00%. Looking at the pitiful [-]% of the progress bar, he always felt that he had encountered a bug.

The so-called pointing mission refers to a mission level that is randomly generated in a world and has a miraculous effect on the development of the plot.

The pointing levels in the world that Mr. Wen has experienced before are very simple. It may also be because most of the time he is the golden finger of the hero, the kind with high gold content. This time the pointing task is a bit difficult to upgrade. The task topic Still very abstract——

[Pointing to the content of the task is a poem: I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, I would like to be Lian Lizhi in the ground, I don’t want to be a bird in my cage, and I will hide the lackey when the bird is exhausted.Taskers are asked to find out the secret of "Jade Buried Incense" more than 20 years ago. 】

Wen Linyu followed the trend and lowered his gaze, seeing the bright 15.00%, he was very dizzy.

During this process, Jiang Suye pushed the wheelchair in front of the bronze mirror, then took a sandalwood comb, and helped him to re-comb the loose hair after flying around. Wen Linyu had already recalled the hairpin just now. What happened just now, Jiang Suye could vaguely see the man's squinted eyes from the bronze mirror, and his whole body became numb as if he had repeated a trick. However, it was different from last time, this time he was afraid that's it.

Wen Linyu: In the princess hug... or in the public eye? ? ?

Fortunately, he thought of the [-]% progress and calmed down a little.

Jiang Suye, who was frozen by the air-conditioning, heard the man say calmly: "You arranged this?" He nodded quickly, thinking that he might not be able to see it, so he said, "Yes, I just wanted to try to see if there was anything wrong. The breakthrough is not only the master, but we also really want to find out the cause of Madam's death, but too few people know what happened back then, so if we want to make a false move and expose it desperately, we may get some progress."

"I hope it will be useful." Wen Linyu said.

Feeling that the little master really believed it, Jiang Suye felt the cold pressure gradually subside, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Taking advantage of Wen Linyu's inattention, Jiang Suye touched his nose secretly, thinking: The reason is very simple, in fact, it's just that I feel itchy and want to eat some tofu, and what happened just now was all made up out of desperation... Thinking of this, I'm obsessed Jiang Suye was a little embarrassed.

Naturally, Wen Linyu didn't know about this, because under the system's appraisal, the progress had indeed been advanced, which was genuine.

He motioned to Jiang Suye who was behind him to push him to the desk, on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study, and the snow-white rice paper was pressed down with a paperweight, waiting for someone to squirt ink on it.

Downstairs a few floors away is the bustling Danqing meeting among scholars, but this private room belongs to him alone.

Jiang Suye saw this posture and knew that the little master was itching to write something, so he stood aside and rubbed ink, Wen Linyu dipped some ink, and swayed it on the paper:

The lonely cloud comes out of Xiu, and it doesn't matter whether it goes or stays.

There is nothing to do with restlessness and restlessness.

Restlessness is hard to accomplish.

Signed, Qinghui layman.

Wen Linyu put down the pen, gently blew on the ink, dried the rice paper with both hands, and went through the poems on it in his heart, which increased his confidence a lot.There is no need to rush the task, in case there will be another village in a moment, no one can say for sure.

People who concentrate on it always make people's eyes shine. Jiang Suye, who was quietly grinding ink beside him, felt tormented. He looked at the black ink in the inkstone, and then turned to the ink hair on the shoulder of the person beside him. He grabbed a handful of them tightly in his palm, but at this time, Wen Linyu happened to be lowered to put the paper, and immediately felt a pain in his scalp.

Wen Linyu: ...

Jiang Suye: ...

Wen Linyu: Jiang, Su, and Ye.

Jiang Suye, who came back to his senses, was sweating profusely, and suddenly had an idea, and took advantage of the situation to pinch the black silk twice, and even accidentally touched the ear covered by the blue silk, holding back his violent heartbeat, and said: "My little master seems to be losing some hair. "He opened his empty palm, why the hell didn't a single hair fall out!However, he still bit the bullet and continued, "Tomorrow I will ask them to prepare some Polygonum multiflorum..."

Wen Linyu: Thank you =_=

The author has something to say:

People who eat melons: (drops melons) Unexpectedly, the Fourth Highness is such a Fourth Highness!

God damn it, I feel like I'm writing an ancient version of chasing stars...