[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

He remembered that the winter of that year was particularly cold, and it was already covered with snow before March [-]th.

The nine layers of palaces in the Xuanwu Dynasty were all covered with a layer of snow white, which made them look very quiet and solemn. However, in this beautiful and magnificent palace like the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds, it seems that there are a group of dull puppets who can only move but not speak. You can see a row of blue-clothed eunuchs and green-clothed court ladies hurrying past in the Jiuqu corridor. They all walk quickly with small steps, lowered their jaws and eyebrows, and they all hold meals in their hands, or lead a group of imperial doctors, or bring a bunch of A pile of good red Luo charcoal.

He hid behind the rockery, peeking at a row of court ladies entering, and then the guards outside the door closed the door after the last court lady entered.

The weather today is fairly clear, but it is far from enough to drive away the biting cold brought by the snow, but he is very rough, a gust of cold wind blows through the thin and torn cotton padded jacket that obviously cut corners and did not add much cotton wool. He moved twice in place, and the snow under his feet made a soft "creaking" sound, which attracted the guards in front of the door who were some distance away to look over, and he immediately stopped moving.

He was not valued at birth, and his mother and concubine died young. His father, the Emperor Xuanwu of this generation, was born handsome and handsome, but his methods were ruthless and thunderous. They said that the only person who could make him show his humanity was him. The most beloved fourth prince, it is a pity that the fourth prince Long Enjia was born weak and sick. This year, in order to save a child, he was trampled by a horse and broke two legs. legs, but two lives.

Emperor Xuanwu saw Jiao'er passed out in a pale state with his own eyes, with blood dripping from her body and her legs bent unnaturally, he vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot, obviously she was at the pinnacle of martial arts, and at that time her body was also in the prime of her life. He had always been strong, but he had a serious illness with his own emperor, which showed that he had indeed hurt his heart.

However, this farce where the horse suddenly went berserk was finally confirmed to be an accident, and the only remaining prince of Emperor Xuanwu was rescued by the fourth prince. The favorite hunting in the past is not allowed to appear in the hunting ground from now on.

This is also the only thing that this generation of British Lords has done so far that can be called stupid.

Although he has always been neglected by the people on the dragon chair, he has always secretly admired this emperor. After all, in the Xuanwu Dynasty, only the emperor with great achievements, literary skills and military strategy can be crowned with the title of "Emperor Xuanwu". And his father, Emperor Xuanwu of this generation, is also known as the most brilliant one since the founding of the dynasty.

Since he became conscious, the first time he saw Emperor Xuanwu was after this accident.

He just glanced at it, didn't even say a word, he was only taken away from the original remote palace by him, and changed to a more comfortable place.

It is said that this is the Fourth Highness who saved him. After waking up from the pain during the bone setting, he held the Emperor Xuanwu who was standing at the head of the bed with a pale face and cold sweat, and then asked him about him, so he was replaced by the palace. This is the case with the maid of honor.

When he heard this incident, what flashed in his mind was the young man who rushed to him and hugged him tightly when the horse neighed and was in chaos. In his impression, the young man was as white as jade, his lips were like flower petals, and his eyes were like stars. When looking at him, when being trampled by horseshoes, these eyes are neither sad nor happy, they are as bright as stars.

In this life, he has never seen a person with a more outstanding appearance than this young man, and he has never seen a morning star whose eyes are brighter than his.

This is his fourth brother.

The talented and beautiful fourth prince that I heard from other people was totally different from him at that time. That man was a lone moon in the future sky, and he was a little snake struggling in the mud.

He didn't understand why such a person would save him?

If he died under the horse's hoof, wouldn't it strengthen his future position even more? Just to save an unfamiliar emperor brother, he lost his legs. Originally, the succession to the throne was severely punished because of his frailty. Controversy, this time is even worse.

Is he not a fool?

He has been holding so many questions, but since that person fell ill that day, he began to get sick again and again, often in a state of critical illness, the entire Tai Hospital was completely turned upside down, and finally got better after a long recovery period. able to leave the bed.

He finally planned to meet him, but was stopped by two guards.

"Your Highness is missing, please go back." A guard said.

He kept looking at the door without moving his eyes. Because of his height, he bumped his head straight into the arm of the guard who blocked him and wanted to push the door open, but the next moment he was held by the back of his neck and the collar stopped him, and he was about to When they were picked up, the door in front of them opened, and a girl who looked like a court lady glanced at them and said, "Your Highness let him in."

Then he followed the girl into the house.

The door behind him was closed again by the guards, and there was a burst of heat inside, and the more you walked in, the warmer it became. It felt like slowly entering the warm spring from the icy winter.

He lowered his head and saw that the ground was covered with thick carpets, and it was warm when he stepped on it, as if it was the heat coming from under the ground.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the bead curtain being touched when they passed by.

Turning around the screen embroidered with ink and wash landscapes, one can glimpse a young man sitting on a warm couch, the clear white smoke from the incense burner next to him wraps around his face, even in a room as warm as spring, the young man is still Wrapped in a thick white fox fur, the snow-white fox fur clustered around his face, making the black hair on his back even more apparent, and his slightly pursed lips seemed to be painted with good rouge , the small scarlet mole between the eyebrows added a touch of vitality to his facial features.

The eyes of the man who heard the prestige came over seemed to be lacquered, and for a moment it seemed that people were placed in a piece of ice and snow.

For some reason, the questions in his mouth seemed to be stuck in his heart, and he couldn't say a word, so he could only stand there blankly, letting the man's eyes fall on him.

The maid behind him gently pushed him, and he came closer, and happened to be at the same level as the young man sitting on the couch.

As he approached, the young man's expression became even more compelling, very much like a jade figure carved from ice sitting in front of him.

"You are my Seventh Brother?" The boy's gaze swept across his face, "What should I call you?"

"Xiaoshan." He murmured.

"Xiaoshan..." The young man said between his lips and teeth, "Your name is 'Yuanshan', right?" There seemed to be a brilliance flowing in his dark eyes, which made people stunned, "'Yungui Yuanxiu' Thousands of mountains are dark, the mist reflects the sparse forest and touches across'...it is a good name."

"I'm five years older than you, but I'm your elder brother."

"You can call me fourth brother."

……

Wen Yuanshan opened his eyes.

What he entered was still the gray and blackened tent roof, and the lights in the military tent were still on, reflecting his standing figure unsteadily on the tent.

It was not yet dawn outside, Wen Yuanshan sat thinking about something, he sat upright for a while, then reached under the pillow and took out a very simple little kit with fringes all around , clearly the result of being caressed many times.

I saw that he gently opened this worn-out little kit, and some of the things inside were also exposed. It was really hard to see clearly without the candlelight. The things were thin and long, clearly a handful of black hair.

Wen Yuanshan only glanced at it, and while pulling the bag back on, he recalled in his mind the voice and smile of that person in the beautiful Xuanwu City thousands of miles away.

After all, it has been engraved on the three souls and seven souls for a lifetime.

He was a person who died once, who would have expected that after he died at the hands of that person without any regrets, he would be back to his childhood when he opened his eyes again.

God probably likes to see the helpless appearance of a person being played by fate the most. Since he was brought back to his childhood, it was after that person's legs were disabled!Even worse than then, he almost drowned in the lake trying to save him!

That was his fourth brother, the only one who gave him warmth in his previous life.

When he saw that person being pushed into hell by him time and time again, he wished he could cut himself into pieces.

but no...

He clenched the hair kit tightly in his hand, his eyebrows drooped, and the candlelight cast a shadow under his eyelids.

This time, starting earlier and knowing more, he will definitely do better, especially the person who brought pain and suffering to his brother in his previous life, he will definitely not let him die as easily as last time...

The author has something to say:

Xiao Shan: (The idiot looks at the hair in his hand and smirks)

Teacher Wen: ...

Erzhou Mu Xiaoshan was born again =L=

I found a little feeling of writing ancient drama, and I have to confess something else. The last chapter was secretly coded by my mother when she was sleeping soundly next to me. Yesterday, I listened to my mother’s little snoring, and the whole process was in a sleepy dog ​​state. During the period, I was so sleepy that I knocked on the keyboard five times...so probably the writing and the plot look weird, um...I can focus on updating the text after next Friday, and then I can fix it as appropriate (cover my face)

8.7: Fixed a small bug