After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

"Your Majesty, is it still the same all these years?"

At the very beginning, although Chu Ran obeyed Emperor Wu's order, he was dissatisfied in his heart. He didn't think that the Lenggong prince who was a few years younger than himself had any ability to order them, but until he was with the teenage Emperor Wu went to the battlefield together, and at that moment he understood how ruthless and strong Tu Xiuting really was.

Those special troops still guarding the border came from the hands of Emperor Wu, and Chu Ran was startled by the operation alone.

"Yes," He Wenzhou looked up at the moonlight, the cold blue was like Emperor Wu's heart, but now, that coldness has been broken by a soft light, "In Your Majesty's heart, Your Highness is special."

"Heh, are you sure it's not a temporary plaything?"

Chu Ran narrowed his eyes and looked at He Wenzhou, but in his mind he recalled the startled glance he gave at the door of the imperial study during the day.The so-called "Little Highness" was born with stunning beauty, even he who was used to seeing those Yingyingyanyan, red-sleeved nephrite, couldn't help but lose his mind; it was that strange silver-white long hair that fell on the This boy's body makes people feel that he is extremely suitable, and the golden one should be pampered and raised.

"Chu Ran, you will understand." He Wenzhou's expression was rarely serious, and he said: "Even if you don't care about it in your heart, don't show it on your face, let alone let Your Majesty notice it."

"I'm not a child," Chu Ran chuckled, "Hearing you say that, I'm even more curious..."

"Chu Ran!" He Wenzhou frowned, how could he not understand the brother in front of him after all these years of friendship, this man is a prodigal loves to play, but there are some people that Chu Ran can't afford.

So, He Wenzhou warned: "Chu Ran, you'd better not have other thoughts."

"What's on your mind?" Chu Ran asked knowingly.

"You know it yourself."

For a moment, the room between the two became quiet.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Chu Ran smiled, "Relax, relax, don't you know who I am? How dare I?"

"Not the best." He Wenzhou nodded, "I'm going to rest first, I have to go to bed early tomorrow, so go to rest early after drinking."

"got it!"

Chu Ran watched He Wenzhou's leaving back and laughed silently, but there was some kind of beast-like light in his eyes. As for what he was thinking in his heart, I am afraid that only he knew.

Thousands of miles away, the king of Peking conferred land.

"What? Tell me to go to the Nanyang Prince's Mansion again?"

A furious voice woke up the quiet and peaceful backyard.

"And my subordinates together." Ye Qi, who had set off for the Beiping king's fief a few days ago, was dressed in black at the moment, and looked at the masked young man in front of him calmly.

"What's so interesting about that old thief's lair in Zhu Lie?" The young man wandered around impatiently, kicking stones vigorously under his feet.

Behind the young man, there was a masked man standing silently, almost without any sense of existence.

"All the gold and silver smuggled by King Nanyang are missing, that's why His Majesty asked you to investigate." Ye Qi's voice was calm, without any ups and downs.

"Huh? That old thief will find something for me!" Even though the mask concealed him, he could see the disgusted look on the half of the young man's chin, "Damn it, I really want to kill that son of a bitch guy!"

Ye Qi moved the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "You should be more careful."

"Bah, I don't care about that bastard's absence now!" The young man snorted with disdain on his face.

At the same time, while drinking fine wine and admiring the moonlight in the Right Prime Minister's mansion, Chu Ran, known as the "dog day", sneezed loudly, "It's weird, someone misses me?"

Ye Qi said: "Your Majesty has explained that you can return to the imperial capital after you have finished watching the Nanyang Palace."

"It's finally the day!" The young man's tone suddenly turned cold. He looked at everything in the Beiping Palace with heavy eyes, and his voice became a little erratic. "Your Majesty, how can we deal with this dirty place?"

"As you wish."

"Hahahahahahaha! Great!" The young man laughed loudly, "I have been displeased with this place for more than 20 years. Now that the idiot has left, I have learned about this place with my own hands."

The young man looked around at the empty yard, and couldn't help thinking of the luxury and prosperity of more than ten years ago, as well as the decay and filth under that splendor.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

There was a carriage parked outside the Peking Palace, and the curtains were partly opened. The young man slowly took off his mask, revealing a section of his chin. In the shadow, he looked somewhat similar to Chu Ran who was thousands of miles away. "Burn it."

The masked man didn't say a word the whole time, but quietly carried out the young man's orders, and then followed in the carriage behind

The carriage went far away, but the original Peking Palace was shrouded in flames and would eventually be reduced to ashes.

In the imperial capital, more and more common people know Bai Miao's name.

For the common people, it doesn't matter who the superior is, but if it can make them live a good life, then everything will be fine.

As the saying goes, "Water can carry a boat and overturn it", and the relationship between the people and the king is like this.

In the past few years, the lives of the people of Dayin could not be said to be prosperous, but they were able to say "stable and peaceful". This is all thanks to Emperor Wu. Created an orderly and stable society.

However, since last winter, because of the birth of Shi Nirvana and Fire Wall one after another, the common people had a pleasant winter, so the beginning of this new year is more lively and popular than previous years.

And Bai Miao, who is still living in the palace, only knows that his demon power is becoming more and more abundant, but he doesn't know the rumors about him in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital. The popularity almost surpasses that of Dayin's famous young master Yushu.

"This rumor has been circulating for so long, but no specific information about the expert has been revealed at all."

On the top floor of Zui Fang Ting, half of the windows are open. The handsome but pale young man has a sad face, and the slightly frowned eyebrows make those who see them want to smooth them out with all their heart and soul.

"Based on my guess, the master you are talking about is about to appear," Danniang was wearing a peacock green skirt, with snow-white leather skirts under the sun, with the beauty of a woman, she said with a coquettish smile, "Now In the streets and alleys, people are talking about the person called Bai Miao, I am afraid that few people remember our young master Yushu's name!"

"They're all people who love the new and dislike the old!" The young man, that is, the young master Yushu rested his forehead lazily, but he didn't care about it at all, "Danniang, what a boring life I'm living today!"

"My lord, do you want to be lively?" Danniang's charming eyes flashed a dark light, she tapped her red lips with lipstick with her pale fingertips, and said softly, "It's not far away..."

"Indeed." Young Master Yushu curled his lips, his eyes seemed to hide endless tenderness, "I'm waiting for that day."

Inside the imperial study room.

The sun is just right at this time, and Bai Miao, who came back from a lap outside, intends to change her mind and be motivated, and can no longer be a lazy salted fish!

At this moment, Emperor Wu was still discussing matters in the previous court, so Bai Miao sat in the imperial study, found a few handwritings written by Emperor Wu on the table, and copied them with a brush.

In her previous life, Bai Miao's handwriting was not good-looking. When she was in middle and high school, she was often taught a lesson by the Chinese teacher because of handwriting problems. Although Bai Miao was determined to practice calligraphy after that, it was a pity that she couldn't persist for less than a week each time. then gave up.

But now that he was born in ancient times, Bai Miao feels that everyone around him can write a good handwriting, just like Emperor Wu's handwriting is like a dragon snake, with a majestic domineering, wild and vigorous, even when he writes horizontally and horizontally. , once rendered in thick ink, it is the most common work, which can be compared with those masters of calligraphy.

Although He Wenzhou's handwriting is not as domineering as Emperor Wu's, it still has its own strength of character. His cursive handwriting is unmatched by others; Suquan's handwriting is more neat and beautiful. It is definitely the kind of font suitable for engraving on stone tablets. Large and small, it looks the same. It is printed in a mold, and it is pleasing to the eye.

As for Qi Zhong, Li Fuquan and the others, although their handwriting lacks strength and momentum, it is superior in that the brushwork is smooth and each has its own characteristics. As for Bai Miao, who is caught in the middle, his handwriting is simply unbearable to look at.

So Bai Miao, who just remembered this matter today, planned to copy Emperor Wu's handwriting to practice.

At this moment, the imperial study room was very quiet, only the sound of the brush rubbing against the bamboo slips could be heard.

As Bai Miao practiced, she felt that writing on bamboo slips was tiring and easy to smudge, and it was not as convenient as paper.

"It seems that we have to think about how to make paper..." Ever since he was reborn in Dayin, this is the first time Bai Miao has had the idea of ​​making paper.

Squeak.

It was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Bai Miao turned his head to look, it was Emperor Wu who came in.

"Your Majesty, teach me how to write!"

"Why do you want to learn everything?" Tu Xiuting strode forward, looking down at Bai Miao's copying results.

You only see its shape, not its bones.

"Your Majesty, how are you?" Bai Miao's eyes sparkled. Although it was just a copy, from his own point of view, it has already made a lot of progress compared to the original dog crawling.

Tu Xiuting was silent for a while, unable to bear to dampen the little guy's interest, he could only hold back his voice and say, "Not bad."

"Hey, I also think it's not bad." Bai Miao smiled, and looked at the words on the bamboo slips.

"I'll teach you." Tu Xiuting stretched out his hand to hold Bai Miao's right hand, and corrected the other's pen holding posture bit by bit.

"When holding the pen, pay attention to the gestures," Emperor Wu's voice was dispelled by the warm sunlight, only the deep gentleness was hidden, "The pen is upright, the finger is firm and the palm is weak, and it is naturally relaxed."

Emperor Wu's hand was rough, but it was so hot that it made people blush and heartbeat. Bai Miao was standing by Emperor Wu's side, half of his arms were held by the other side, leaning back slightly, he could feel the fiery aura and strong power of the man. heartbeat.

As Bai Miao wrote, she felt that the brush in her hand was no longer fragrant, and her wrist was sore even if it was held by Emperor Wu.

"Can't write anymore?" Tu Xiuting observed Bai Miao's unease in an instant.

He pinched the boy's slender white wrist, and gently kneaded the acupuncture points with his fingers, "You don't have enough strength, so let's start with the most basic ones and write ten big characters every day."

"Okay," Bai Miao pouted, "I can always practice well."

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