After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

After tasting the sweetness between his lips, Emperor Wu felt a miraculous sense of satisfaction in his heart. He continued to place the little lotus on the head of his bed, and slowly closed his eyes against the moonlight.

He knew that as long as his "brother Bai" was around, he would not be troubled by nightmares.

Today, Bai Miao felt that he had sucked the dragon energy beyond the standard. After Emperor Wu fell asleep for a long time, he still felt dizzy, but this feeling did not last long, and his soul was immediately pulled from Bai Yu Pulled out from the lotus, slowly floated towards Emperor Wu.

It's about to fall into a dream again, and I don't know what he will see today...

The familiar darkness struck, Bai Miao quickly returned to normal after a brief absence.

At this moment, he is standing in a simple courtyard with rockery, dead trees, and snow-stained plums growing around him, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to be very popular.

Whether it was when he was doing the lotus flower or when he fell into a dream the first two times, Bai Miao has never seen this scene before.

Because he didn't know the situation, Bai Miao walked around quietly, trying to find where he was.

Bypassing a rockery, Bai Miao saw the back of a man on the pavilion in the center of the frozen lake.

The man was wearing a dark blue python robe, and the cloak on his shoulders was casually draped, letting the cold wind blow, showing no sign of coldness at all.

No matter in reality or in dream, Bai Miao recognized the back of that person, it was Emperor Wu.

Therefore, Bai Miao planned to go forward to check the situation.

But before he took a few steps, the man in the pavilion looked back instantly, the sharpness in his eyes could penetrate the wall, and he nailed Bai Miao's body tightly: "Who!"

The moment the man finished speaking, Bai Miao felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he reflected again, he had already been imprisoned in his arms by that man.

"When will my Yongwu Prince's mansion be able to come in the little mouse?" Tu Xiuting's tone was slightly sarcastic, and there was a hint of not knowing Bai Miao in his words.

King Yongwu is the title awarded by the late emperor before Tu Xiuting succeeded to the throne—yong, that is, mediocrity; Wu, that is, martial arts.

These two words are ridiculous, they are all the sarcastic meaning of the late emperor, because Tu Xiuting had already secretly controlled half of Dayin's rights when conferring the title, and this time the conferment of the king was also done by the late emperor as a last resort, for the late emperor Tu Xiuting guessed thoroughly, but it was just a name to him, Tu Xiuting never cared about it, and his goal was not as simple as a prince!

"What..." Bai Miao was taken aback for a moment, and he noticed the strangeness in the man's voice. He wanted to turn around, but was tightly locked in Tu Xiuting's arms.

"Finally, who sent you? How did you get into the palace?" Tu Xiuting pushed Bai Miao back on the rockery, pulled the white-haired boy's arms behind his back with both hands, and lightly touched Bai Miao's ear with his breath. "It's the first time I've seen a person with white hair!"

"I was not sent by someone, I was here as soon as I opened my eyes." Bai Miao knew the Emperor Wu's caution, although he could control this dream, but for some reason, he did not resist, but followed the opponent's strength , and even carefully explained, "You, can you be gentle, my arm hurts."

"Really?" Tu Xiuting flew forward after hearing the sound, and pinned him down on the rockery. He only saw the man's frosty hair, and he hadn't seen half of his face yet, but the voice was ethereal and pleasant. There was a bit of a dreamy atmosphere, and it also inexplicably gave him a bit of familiar curiosity.

As he said that, Tu Xiuting relaxed his grip. The moment the white-haired boy turned around, Tu Xiuting lost his mind for a moment.

On many days, in Tu Xiuting's dreams, there is a person, a white-haired boy, with skin that is as white as snow, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a pair of glass-like eyes that are cold and affectionate, and the curvature of the corners of his lips is also very attractive; in the dream, Tu Xiuting spent thousands of days and nights with that young man, and they lived together, from a young man to a young man...

In his dream, it's all about him.

Whether it's a dream or a dream within a dream, what Tu Xiuting can see is always only one person.