[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

The carts and horses rolled and drove past a puddle reflecting the blue sky on the eaves, splashing some water droplets.

The interior of the low-key carriage seems to be lightly scented with incense. If you sit in it for a long time, you won't notice it. The breeze slips through the curtain and a few gusts of wind slip in, and at the same time, the fragrance is blown away a little.

There were two people sitting inside, one was wearing a white silk dress with auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs and front, which added extravagance. The inside of the car was obviously warmer than the outside, but his legs were covered with a scarlet thin The blanket didn't seem to feel hot at all.

He was holding a book in his hand, and he read it a little bit engrossed. Not all of the black hair was crowned, most of it was draped over his thin shoulders, while the others slid down and scattered on the snow-white paper, and the same white hair Between the jade fingers, one black and one white, the contrast is clear.

For several years, as long as there is this person around, it will become a scene of its own, and people will always focus all their eyes on him unconsciously, and then they will not be able to look away for the rest of their lives.

The person on the opposite side has been watching all the way, his eyes are a little dazed, until the person in the painting comes alive and moves, then he closes his eyes calmly, pretending to be in a daze looking elsewhere.

The man's eyes were still on the pages of the book in his hand, but he had one free hand to reach for the cakes on the side cabinet. There was not much left on the exquisite small porcelain, only two or three quarters of a palm were left. Each piece of the big snow-white pastry melts in the mouth, the sweetness is just right, very appetizing.

Wen Linyu took two smacks, and wasted no time.

Wen Linyu: ...

Sure enough, the innocent voice of the target of the capture sounded over there: "My lord, this food is too sweet. The doctor said you can't eat more. For the sake of your health, the lord is wronged to control it."

Wen Linyu was silent, and in the end she withdrew her hand silently in the face of the inability to collapse, and continued to read while holding back her greed.

A stomach full of bitterness can only be poured out to the system that pretends to be dead.

Wen Linyu: [The target of the strategy has grown older and more courageous in the past few years, and has reached the point of skipping snacks. When can I achieve my goal and find some new life and new fun? ]

Unexpectedly, this time the bitterness got a response all at once.

[Ding, I am checking the progress of the strategy for you... Loading please wait... 10%... 58%... 100%! ]

[Ding, as of now, the progress of the tasker's main target is unknown, and the progress of the secondary target is more than half, pointing to the progress of the task: 25%. ]

This time I heard two new words, what is the main target of the attack?Secondary Raiders?

After asking, Mr. Wen realized that the difficulty level of the extra strategy targets in the second week was different from the original strategy, so this one in front of him is much easier to deal with than the little bastard thousands of miles away. Very generous.

So we still have to focus on the task and that person. Unfortunately, when he thinks of his nominally only real brother, His Highness Wen Si's brain starts to throb...

When Wen Linyu's face was paralyzed and his head was hurting, the palace gate had already arrived.

Fengyue pushed his wheelchair there, the manager was already guarding the door, and after waiting for a long time, he led them through the palace. It was really cold and solemn, and they didn't meet anyone along the way.

After that, Fengyue and the chief executive stayed at the entrance of the hall, and Wen Linyu entered through the side door specially opened for him to facilitate the passage of wheelchairs.

"Father."

He called out, and the tall figure standing in front of the case turned around. It was a familiar face, rushing towards him with a sense of deterrence that had been accumulated for many years, even if it was deliberately gentle, Emperor Xuanwu strode over. He picked up his favorite prince just as he did when he was a child, and a muffled laugh like an iron box shook in his chest: "My son has weighed a lot, and the emperor can't hold it anymore!"

Wen Linyu bent his eyes and obediently let the man in front of him look at his face. At the same time, he also noticed the fine lines on the corners of Emperor Xuanwu's eyes and eyebrows, as well as a little frost on the temples, although these traces were only for the emperor. The emperor adds a bit of the unique charm of the years.

Emperor Xuanwu carefully put him back on the wheelchair, and said: "Father has to obey."

As the emperor's son, Wen Linyu naturally refuted a few words, which made Emperor Xuanwu laugh again.

There was a lot of laughter in the house, but it was inaudible from a distance outside the house. There was only silence, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground seemed to be clear.

Wen Linyu played chess with Emperor Xuanwu. He held white pieces, and the opponent held black pieces. The white pieces were on the defensive, and the black pieces were on the offensive.

In the end, Baizi was slightly inferior, losing to Heizi by half a son.

"Do you know what day it is?"

Afterwards, Emperor Xuanwu pushed him into the depths of the palace. Wen Linyu vaguely guessed something. There was such a scene in the previous life, and he finally came to a memorial tablet, and it was the same this time.

Even the words of the father on the road are almost the same.

This life is: "Father, I heard that you have gotten a little close to a few children in recent years..."

In the previous life: "Father, I heard that you and your younger brother have gotten a little closer in the past few years..."

He frowned and felt puzzled. Fortunately, Wen Linyu didn't need to answer immediately, so he entered the hall. Emperor Xuanwu let go of his wheelchair and lit a few more candles. The originally dark place suddenly lit up. Quite a lot.

There is only one tablet in the hall, but it is a tablet without a word, that is to say, who is the owner without the tablet on it.

As soon as he stepped here, the system reminded him that the progress of the pointing task that he hadn't moved for a long time had increased by 5%, so for a while, he connected this tablet with his mother who died young and had never seen him.

……

Wen Linyu stretched out his snow-white wrist, and a small cut was made on his fingertips, and a little blood flowed into a small plate. The man dipped some blood on his wrist with a very fine brush and drew strange patterns on his wrist. Still symmetrical.

Two snow-white hair bands wrapped around the pattern on his two wrists respectively.

It was said that it was something to do before offering incense, but Wen Linyu had never seen such a strange and troublesome "incense".

After tossing and tossing, Wen Linyu stepped forward to offer incense.

Fragrance mist lingered around his face, making his complexion even more fair. A little cinnabar between his eyebrows seemed glamorous but not glamorous.

"It looks more and more like her..." A sigh-like murmur.

Wen Linyu seemed to sense it, and looked at the dazed Emperor Xuanwu through the incense mist.

Wen Linyu's eyes went dark, but luckily he got better after a few breaths. Holding his forehead, he always felt that this scene seemed familiar, but he couldn't find any relevant memories in his mind.

But until he returned to the palace and left, he still didn't think of anything.

The man stood behind the imperial case with his hands behind his back, a faint ambergris wafting from the incense burner, the chief executive came in and bowed behind him, "Your Highness has already boarded the carriage."

The man looked intently at the painting hanging behind the bookshelf, as if he wanted to see a hole in the person in the painting, and he said after a long time: "Could it be that I did something wrong?"

The chief manager heard the confusion in some words, knelt down short, and said in his mouth: "Your Majesty only needs to follow his own heart. This old slave has always supported His Majesty..."

But he didn't speak anymore, only one or two intermittent coughs sounded in the room, and after the coughing, there was a soft murmur.

"Even if you made a mistake, you can't turn back."

Wen Linyu didn't pry anything out of the system. Although he felt a little strange, he still couldn't get it together.

He put aside his doubts for a while, and when Fengyue put a thin blanket on his knees, he picked up the book on the side, but before he could read a word, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the words on the pages of the book blurred. The words seemed to move, and they fell sideways on the couch in a whirl.

Fengyue saw that he was still fine, and fell down without a sound in the next moment, with her eyes closed tightly, her head covered in cold sweat, her face as white as if transparent, but the redness between her brows seemed to have sucked away everything from that person. The spirit, blood red and blood red, is frighteningly gorgeous.

He panicked, and the blanket in his hand fell to the ground, accompanied by his voice, "Your Highness—!"

The author has something to say:

Note that there is a time difference between Xiaoshan and before in the previous chapter. It’s not that Xiaoshan has been running for several years, and he hasn’t run to Teacher Wen before he broke his horse’s leg (.

I'm preparing for the small climax of the plot and the copy of Shura Field immediately after, ah, I'm going to get all my hair pulled out by myself.

So far, I'm so sleepy that I'm almost dead, and I don't have the heart to write in the small theater, so let's withdraw first...