Bai Yueguang dressed as a paranoid villain [Quick Transmigration]

"..." Su Muhan squeezed the paper tightly in his hand, read it carefully several times, and found that although Xiao Ye was only ten years old, his handwriting was not bad at all.

In many cases, how a person's handwriting can indirectly reflect the character of the other person.

Xiao Ye's handwriting is not regular, it is somewhere between running script and cursive script, it is unrestrained and flamboyant, not at all like the sluggish expression he showed in front of the third prince back then.

This kid is obviously pretending.

Knowing this, Su Muhan couldn't help being curious about Xiao Ye's purpose in calling him to go to Moon River Palace.

A ten-year-old child whose mother's family was ransacked when he was two years old, and his biological mother was hanged in front of him when he was three years old, sat with the corpse all night without crying or fussing.

Should it be crazy to put it on ordinary people?

But what happened last night to Su Muhan is still vivid in his memory.

His life was hanging by a thread, Xiao Ye was not only not afraid, but even smiled at him, and pulled off his face covering with a clear mind, keeping his identity in mind, and asked Bi He to take the paper crane to land precisely the next day. Yun Gongli issued an "order" to him, using what happened last night as a threatening condition, so that he had to go to the appointment.

It's not like something a child of this age can do.

Could it be that Xiao Ye lied to him?In fact, the memory of the other party has not been erased?

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, Su Muhan held the paper and burned it on the candle, let the dust fall into the poured teacup, finally shook it to dissolve it, opened the window and poured it out.

As usual, he pretended to be melancholy for a while, turned off the lights at night, and calculated the time when the maids and eunuchs would be most sleepy outside. He changed his clothes, put on a face covering, and walked out of Luoyun Palace.

Came to Moon River Hall, entered Xiao Ye's bedroom, and sure enough, saw a child sitting by the bed waiting for him, like a puppet, his empty eyes only showed their spirits when they saw him.

"Fifth prince." Su Muhan didn't use any honorifics, he looked at the child and asked him: "I came here this time to ask what is written on the paper crane, what does it mean?"

Xiao Ye looked at him, pointed at Su Muhan for a long while, and then made a movement of picking something from the bridge of the nose with both hands.

"Fifth Prince, you..." Su Muhan frowned, "Are you really unable to speak?"

The child pursed his lips, then nodded.

Su Muhan narrowed his eyes, took off his face scarf, and looked at Xiao Ye, obviously not fully believing what the other said.

He thought that Xiao Ye had a memory, so he kept quiet on purpose to punish him, so he tentatively called him: "Xiao Ye? Did you lie to me? In fact, your memory has not disappeared, right?

"If you really do that, it's meaningless.

"If you don't follow the agreed rules, you're cheating, right?"

As a result, he talked a lot, then looked at Xiao Ye, and found that the child was looking at him like that, like looking at a fool, blinked his eyes, and didn't speak.

"..."

"You really have no memory?"

Xiao Ye tilted his head, not knowing why.

"... Tsk." Su Muhan noticed that he was getting irritable again, he quickly adjusted his emotions, maintained his composure, and asked again: "Fifth prince, back to the original topic, you asked me to visit late at night, what's the matter? Please tell me straight to the point and don't beat around the bush."

Xiao Ye nodded, stepped into the shoes with cold white and thin feet, walked to the cabinet next to the bed, opened the first layer, took out the paper, opened the second layer and took out the pen, ink and inkstone, and ran to the tea table in the bedroom Before him, he lit the candles, spread out the paper, and beckoned to Su Muhan.

Su Muhan walked over, and the child pushed the inkstone and ink sticks in front of him.

"You want me to grind ink for you?"

Xiao Ye nodded.

"..." Su Muhan: "Then what if I don't grind?"

The child looked at him, smiled brightly, and took out a piece of written ink from the bottom of the paper and showed it to him.

——Tell Father Emperor.

"..."

Strange!How did he know he would ask such a question?

Su Muhan grabbed Xiao Ye's neck, through the cloth that the other party was using to cover him, he secretly exerted force: "Do you believe that I will kill you right now? So that you have no chance to tell your father?"

But after he finished speaking, Xiao Ye calmly folded the paper in half, revealing the content behind: I don't believe it.

Then he turned his face again, facing Su Muhan.

——You are reluctant to kill me.

"..."

Now, Su Muhan lost his temper completely.

He let go, poked Xiao Ye's forehead with his index finger, pushed the child back, and then picked up the ink stick on the table: "Okay, I'll grind it for you, hurry up and say whatever you want to say." Write it out, I don't have time to spend with you."

Xiao Ye raised the corners of his lips, waited for Su Muhan to rub the ink away, then dipped the ink on the paper.

The light in the room was dim, and Su Muhan watched Xiao Ye's writing in novelty.

It is not writing, but painting.

Curiosity grew, until the other party stopped writing, and Su Muhan finally saw clearly what the other party was drawing...

There are two people, one big and one small, on the paper. The big one is kneeling beside the bed, and the young one is lying on the bed, their cheeks almost touching.It was the self who pressed the child for artificial respiration last night and the unconscious Xiao Ye...

What are you drawing this for?

Su Muhan was puzzled, looked down at Xiao Ye, saw the child hooking his fingers at him, spread his five fingers and pressed down, motioning him to squat down.

After he squatted down, Xiao Ye leaned over, touched his lips with the bottom of the brush, and pointed to Su Muhan's lips.

Then quickly write a line of words under the painting: Kissing is something only two people who are closest to each other will do, so if you kiss me, you will be responsible to me.

"????" Su Muhan was shocked, and his whole body fell into Schrödinger's bewilderment.

It took a while to recover my voice: "The fifth prince misunderstood, it was because I was afraid of your death, so I gave you first aid."

He added: "This is a good way to save people in our southern country, and it has no other meaning."

After he explained solemnly, he realized that the smiling eyes of the child in front of him were gone.

Just as he was about to ask him why he was laughing, Fang Fang raised his pen and wrote another line on the paper: So you admit it, you just don't want me to die, otherwise you wouldn't be so anxious to save me.

"..."

Seeing that Su Muhan's face darkened, Xiao Ye stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve, letting him watch him write.

The brush glides smoothly on the rice paper until the last stroke is finished.

——Su Muhan, we are the same kind of people.

—Life and death make no difference to us.

——What we care most about is whether the people or things around us can bring us happiness.

—and now I have found it.

Xiao Ye raised his eyes and saw the undercurrent surging in Su Muhan's black eyes.

He opened his mouth and mouthed the last words silently.

——My happiness is you.

Su Muhan read these few lines in silence, and then met the child's eyes as if he had found a toy, his scalp was suddenly numb, and his heart felt a slight chill.

"Monster." He squatted down and poked Xiao Ye's chest with his fingers: "Fifth Prince, you are really a monster.

"But I'm not qualified to say anything about you..." The conversation suddenly changed, and Su Muhan finally smiled, his fox eyes curved like crescent moons: "Because you're right.

"we are the same."

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