After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

The sunlight slowly shone through the carved wooden window, and Bai Miao was sitting on Emperor Wu's desk at the moment, feeling the heat of the warm sun.

After waking up from the dream that day, Bai Miao found that Emperor Wu had a slight change. It was a change in feeling. The dream has indeed come true.

At this time, Emperor Wu had finished correcting today's memorial. He pushed the bamboo slips aside, and laid them on a good silk, as if he was preparing to write and paint.

Bai Miao is well aware of the pain of not having paper, he only hopes that he can transform into form quickly and make paper in this era, so that he doesn't have to worry about it.

Although Emperor Wu was put in the cold palace as a child and had almost no chance to learn, he was already smart and wise, and he was even more trembling in the days that followed, and he never relaxed for a moment. Calligraphy and painting, or other skills, are considered to be among the best.

At this moment, Emperor Wu is painting.

That day, when Tu Xiuting woke up from the dream, he couldn't let go of it.

From childhood to the present, even though he has gained a supreme and lofty status now, the nightmare of more than ten years ago never seemed to be far away from him. Every night, he almost spent tossing and turning and painful memories , Over the years, he has almost got used to it.

But that night, there was an existence in the dream that Tu Xiuting had never seen before. It was a white-haired boy.

Tu Xiuting thought it was a fairy, but the boy said he was a goblin.

Every frame of the dream is vivid, even so real that Tu Xiuting thinks it is his childhood memory, but deep down in his heart, he understands very well that there has never been a trace of a white-haired boy in his past .

At this time, Bai Miao nestled in the jade bottle and watched quietly, and the silk silk under Emperor Wu's hands had already begun to take shape.

It was a boy standing sideways among the flowers, with white hair like the moon, half illuminated by the warm light at dusk, and the white clothes also formed an ink painting due to the contrast of light and shadow.

The young man in the painting has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and obviously has a cold expression on his face, but inside is a deep temptation, which is a sacred and incomparably contradictory feeling.

That is the appearance of Bai Miao after transforming into form.

Tu Xiuting sketched out the appearance of the boy in his dream stroke by stroke. It was a rare beauty in the world. Tu Xiuting felt that he couldn't draw the three-pointed beauty of the white-haired boy with his brush, but with this single painting , even at the level of peerless.

When the painting was dry, Tu Xiuting's fingers lightly covered the side of the boy's face in the painting, as if stroking the person involved, with a little incomprehensible nostalgia.

For Emperor Wu, this was the first ray of light that appeared in his dark memories, and he both expected and rejected it.

"Come on."

After saying those words, a dark guard in black knelt on one knee in the room.

Emperor Wu rolled up the painting and handed it over, saying: "Search for this person secretly."

"Yes." The dark guard took the scroll and disappeared immediately.

Tu Xiuting had a vague feeling that this white-haired boy might really exist. Although he had only seen it once in a dream, Emperor Wu believed in his intuition. After all, he fought on the battlefield a few years ago. Many times when he was dying, his intuition saved his life.

Raising his hand to touch the sleepy, white petals, Emperor Wu murmured: "It's getting more and more interesting..."

Whether it's this little lotus, or the white-haired boy in the dream, one by one, is there any connection between them...

Thinking in this way, Tu Xiuting suddenly remembered the light and elegant fragrance that Wendao asked in his dream, which seemed so familiar.

His eyes became deep, with a dangerous storm, quietly falling on the white jade lotus under his hand.

Bai Miao, who was staring in a daze, suddenly froze for a moment, and somehow felt a chill down her back.