After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

That night was special for Bai Miao, after all, it was the first time his reproductive organ was kissed by a person when he was a flower, and that person was Emperor Wu.

How to put it, it is very exciting.

It's probably because of the moonlight. The voice of Emperor Wu's self-blasphemy was extremely ambiguous in the dark Wuji Hall. The slightly hoarse voice coupled with the sensual breath, Bai Miao had to admit that at that moment, he had been raped. tempted.

A person like Emperor Wu, in modern times, is a proper male god with a burst of hormones; but in Dayin, with the title of "tyrant", even if many people extravagantly seek glory and wealth, they are not as good as Emperor Wu's pair. Eyes full of sinister prey, did not dare to make the next move.

But Emperor Wu himself was mostly repulsive about the things in the room, Bai Miao guessed that it should have something to do with the other party's childhood experience, but Bai Miao hadn't caught a glimpse of it these few times in his dreams.

But in the past few days, after that kiss, Emperor Wu suddenly added a new hobby - drawing people.

As for the person being painted, it was Bai Miao who had manifested his original form in a dream.

Before that, Emperor Wu had already painted a painting for his dark guard Man Dayin to search for the trace of this person. Naturally, he found nothing. After all, only the pretty face of the person in the painting, so that people around can only say "" Immortal in the painting", but since the word "immortal" is used, how many people have actually seen it in reality?

Therefore, the matter of finding someone was put on hold.

Originally, the hidden guards thought that they would be blamed by Emperor Wu, but what they didn't expect was that Emperor Wu himself seemed to have expected it, and just waved his hand indifferently to tell them to stare secretly.

Emperor Wu Tu Xiuting was naturally expected!When he was painting for the first time to find people, he only had some kind of guess in his heart, but such a guess was too shocking on the surface, so Emperor Wu still asked his secret guards to go to the people to search.

But when Tu Xiuting experienced the second dream, in the dream that lasted for more than ten years, he was pulled out of the abyss by the white-haired boy, and lived together day and night. Even in the dream, the familiar fragrance was always there. Lingering in the nose, as clever as Emperor Wu, naturally he can guess half of it.

Where is such a light and elegant fragrance, except for the shy little lotus beside him?

Especially on the night of waking up from the dream, after Tu Xiuting blasphemed himself, Yue Mo couldn't help but send out his kiss for the first time.

The fiery kiss fell on the cool stamen of the little lotus, and the moment Emperor Wu himself was startled, he also felt a sense of relief that "it should be like this".

At this moment, Tu Xiuting picked up his brush to paint again. It was on the leisurely mountains and fields, with a group of horses strolling. A white-haired boy in a red satin robe sat energetically on top of the tall horse, while standing under the horse A young man with wheat-colored skin slowly took the horse into his hands.

Behind them is the setting sun, and orange-red clouds spread in large swathes of the sky. In that extremely strong color, the eyes of the teenager and the youth are intertwined, which seems to imply some other kind of affection, but it is said Unclear ambiguity.

Even the servant who stood by and waited had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Emperor Wu was very happy to paint, and even after he wrote the pen, the smile on his lips never disappeared.

That smile was pure, without irony, just pure happiness.

Looking at Emperor Wu like this, Bai Miao felt somewhat strange, especially since he was the protagonist in the painting.

Although Bai Miao had never been in love in his previous life until his death, there were many sweet and greasy love stories around him, so he knew what it was like to look in the eyes of someone who likes someone, but now Emperor Wu's eyes are already full of love. There is a bit of affection for "like".

As for Bai Miao himself, the ten years in his dream were also very influential to him. Now that he faced Emperor Wu, his heart softened naturally, as if he had really been with him for ten years. When a child grows into a teenager, the pride of raising a child is hard to erase. Although he still doesn't like it, Bai Miao knows that he can no longer treat Emperor Wu as an "ancient emperor" or a "stranger" .