After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

The method of making the fire wall has been sent to the Ministry of Industry by Li Fuquan's palace servants. In the Ministry of Industry, Qiu Wenzhi and his subordinates were studying it, and the left and right ministers also came to join in the fun.

He Wenzhou rubbed his chin, glanced at the bamboo slips that Qiu Wenzhi was protecting like a treasure, and murmured: "This little Highness is really a treasure!"

"Your Highness?" Qiu Wenzhi, with sharp ears, heard it immediately. He jumped to He Wenzhou's side, and the mustache on his chin was about to stick up, "Is he the designer of this wall of fire?"

"No, no, no, it can't be said to be the designer." He Wenzhou shook his head, looking like an old god, "Your Highness said that he read these ideas from ancient books. Then I transcribed them and thought about them." To benefit the people."

Suquan also nodded, "Your Highness has emphasized that these are not his ideas, but a process that he will integrate. In short, we have to make clear the source of these ideas. Your Highness does not want to worry Get that title."

"If you want me to tell you, where are there any ancient books, otherwise why haven't we seen them?" He Wenzhou sniffled, and sat on a chair beside him carelessly, "It should have been written by His Highness, but His Highness doesn't want to admit it. , His Majesty also let the other party go, what can we do?"

"Maybe there is something hidden..."

Suquan thought more, not to mention Bai Miao's silver hair dyed with streamer, Suquan asked many apricot forest masters in private, but couldn't find an example of a young man with a white head like this, which made Suquan even more He felt that Bai Miao was not an ordinary person, so he also vaguely understood the other party's reluctance to assume the title of the person who put forward these ideas.

However, Qiu Wenzhi praised, "For the time being, regardless of whether these ideas came from the little highness you said, just this kind of disposition that does not take credit is rare for ordinary people. If you just talk about it, if you are really doing something Seeing these methods in the lost ancient books, can you be willing not to take them for yourself?"

He Wenzhou was taken aback by these words, and a bit of tangled expression appeared on his face, "If you imagine something like Mr. Qiu said, then I have to think about it carefully. Although I hope Dayin is good, but at the same time I am As a subject, who wouldn’t want to leave a name in history? Just one of these thoughts is enough for my name to be recorded in the history books, to be known and respected by future generations.”

"Indeed," Suquan, who had always been at odds with He Wenzhou, nodded in agreement, "I've already passed the age of childishness, so it's inevitable that I have selfish intentions in my heart. Even if I let them out generously, it's a little difficult to do."

After Suquan had finished speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, losing a lot of the momentum of confrontation.

"That's why I said, this little Highness must be a second person!"

Qiu Wenzhi nodded, looking obsessively at the bamboo slips that he re-copied, even his fingers trembled slightly, "I have worked in the Ministry of Industry for most of my life, but at this age I have encountered such a strange situation. The person who thinks wonderfully is also my luck!"

He turned his head to look at He Wenzhou and Suquan, "When will I see your Highness?"

Although Qiu Wenzhi still doesn't understand the identity of "Little Highness", from the conversation between He Wenzhou and Su Quan, he can feel that His Majesty attaches great importance to this person, so now he doesn't report too much to seeing Little Highness. hope.

Who knows, just when Qiu Wenzhi was secretly disappointed, He Wenzhou suddenly smiled and said, "Lord Qiu, it's a chance meeting, let me tell you, next year will be the time."

"Really, really?" Qiu Wen couldn't believe it, and he looked at Suquan as if asking for proof.

Suquan also nodded: "As long as the plan goes smoothly, next year will be the fastest time."

"Great!" Qiu Wenzhi said repeatedly, "What plan? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Build momentum!" He Wenzhou and Suquan said in unison.

Qiu Wenzhi is also a smart person, and he understood the meaning of the two of them just by saying two words. He nodded thoughtfully, "What kind of official position will your highness hold in the court in the future?"

He Wenzhou lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty has this intention, but due to some special circumstances, we still need to discuss it."

"Special circumstances?" Qiu Wenzhi didn't understand, but when he thought of the nursery rhymes sung by the folks, he frowned and said, "White hair?"

"Lord Qiu is keen." Suquan nodded, but he didn't dare to explain too clearly, he could only smile, as for Qiu Wenzhi beside him, he probably could understand it by himself.

"Then look forward to seeing you in the future."

Qiu Wenzhi smiled, but his eyes fell on the bamboo slips again - this little Highness, probably is the gospel of Dayin!

In the Promise Hall.

Bai Miao regained her energy, and dragged the wooden clogs made by the Imperial Clothing Workshop in the palace two days ago on the carpet.

Emperor Wu just came in, and saw Bai Miao wearing a wooden shoe with one toe exposed, it was a bit novel, probably the little guy made it up by himself.

However, when Emperor Wu saw that the wooden shoes exposed the skin on Bai Miao's feet, his eyebrows could not help but frowned, "Miao Miao, it's winter, your shoes are cold."

"No way!" Bai Miao sat beside Emperor Wu, kicking her calves, trying to show her feet wearing wooden clogs, "Look, I even asked them to put small cotton pads inside this wooden board, it's very warm. And it’s not hot enough.”

Tu Xiuting's eyes fell on the dangling little feet.

The dark wooden clogs and the gold-embroidered cotton pads make the pair of little feet more white and delicate, with round toes, lightly pink nails, and the ankle half covered by the robe. Everywhere is like a treasure carefully crafted by God.

Looking at it, when Tu Xiuting came back to his senses, he found that he was holding Bai Miao's ankle with one hand, and the little guy beside him was looking at him unexpectedly.

"how?"

Bai Miao was also taken aback, his dangling feet were suddenly caught by Emperor Wu, even though he is a lotus essence and has no foot odor, and he takes a bath every day, but he still felt slightly embarrassed.

Tu Xiuting hid the slight embarrassment in his heart, coughed lightly, but touched Bai Miao's feet again with his fingers, "It's so cold when I touch your feet!"

"Is there?" Bai Miao didn't feel it, so she wanted to reach out and touch it.

And Emperor Wu quickly blocked that hand - Bai Miao's feet were not cold, and even slightly warm, but how could Tu Xiuting have the nerve to say so?He just wanted to find an excuse for touching Bai Miao's feet.

"You don't want to touch it anymore, I'll just warm you up." The serious and nonsense Emperor Wu put on a very serious look.

Bai Miao secretly laughed, could he not know whether his feet were cold or not?But it's quite interesting to see Emperor Wu like this, "Then please trouble Your Majesty."

"No problem."

With a quick answer, Emperor Wu threw aside the clogs that got in the way without hesitation, and wrapped Bai Miao's two little feet in his palms with his big hands, but he didn't dislike it at all.

Tu Xiuting himself was used to living a hard life in the cold palace, and he had never seen anything dirty and tired, but after taking power, he never served others again. As for the people he served before, they were either disabled or died. A happy ending, with Emperor Wu's vengeful temper, how could he let those people be at ease?

But facing Bai Miao, even though he was pinching little lotus's feet, Tu Xiuting never had those tyrannical thoughts in his heart. Instead, he felt that the pair of tender feet in his hands were cute, tight, clean and attractive, especially in his big wheat-colored hands. In contrast, it is even more pretty, white and tender, and the light lotus fragrance is always lingering around, but it makes Tu Xiuting fall in love with this feeling more and more.

But the person being served is not so comfortable.

Bai Miao is afraid of pain and itching, and Emperor Wu is afraid of hurting the other party, so the strength is relatively small, but this kind of strength is an extremely itchy torture for Bai Miao.

Therefore, Bai Miao couldn't hold it anymore, and after a "puchi", "Uh ha ha ha ha... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's so itchy... Hahaha..."

At this moment, Bai Miao was lying limp on the Luohan couch, her silver-white hair was wrapped around her temples, her two long and white legs rested on Emperor Wu's knees, and the robe that covered her flesh and flesh was slowed down by the master's laughing posture. It moved up slowly, just revealing the spring light under Bai Miao's thigh.

In the Wuji Hall, there are mostly dark colors, but the Arhat Couch is deep scarlet red, and the crumpled bedding is embroidered with the beautiful pattern of red luan, which happened to be rubbed under Bai Miao's legs.

Tu Xiuting raised his eyes after hearing the laughter, and saw the spring color falling on the red luan brocade quilt, it was dazzlingly white, like the first snow on the top of a mountain, pure and alluring.

The decorations in the emperor's bedroom are extremely luxurious, although they are not magnificent, they are also a kind of dark atmosphere and richness, and Bai Miao's light-colored robe and white tender leather fall into the deepness, and become more and more beautiful. It showed a bit of fragrance.

The earth dragon in the room was burning hot, Bai Miao was only wearing a slippery and soft robe, the inner lining was thin and see-through, it couldn't withstand rough rubbing at all, now the material was tightly attached to the On Bai Miao's texture, one can see the scenery of the chest and thighs inside at a glance.

Tu Xiuting's breath sank a bit.

He let go of his hands slowly, and Bai Miao really quickly retracted her feet, her hands hugged her calves and curled up into a ball on the Arhat couch, her face was red with laughter, and her tone was a bit staccato: "Huhu , Your Majesty, I am ticklish, this is too itchy... My stomach hurts from laughing!"

Tu Xiuting's breath became even heavier.

Bai Miao had no idea how tempting and sinful his current posture was. The material of the clothing was already thin, but also extremely soft and slippery. With his legs and feet shrunk like that, the material was softly attached to his buttocks, just enough to hook From the outline of the thin trousers inside, even the thin edges embroidered with patterns can be clearly seen.

What is half hidden is the most attractive.

In that hazy field of vision, Tu Xiuting even saw the bloody mole on the tip of his buttocks, which Bai Miao didn't even know existed.

But it was the cinnabar mole that Emperor Wu often dreamed of pinching in his hand at midnight.

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