After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

Qing Dai and Shi An, who had already been waiting at the entrance of the Wuji Hall, looked at the trembling steps of the little highness worriedly, but they did not dare to go up to help each other because of Emperor Wu's order.

And Bai Miao himself was also strong, even though his waist was sore, his legs were weak and his butt was hurting, but he was still physically and mentally strong, and moved back to the Wuji Hall step by step.

Tu Xiuting saw Bai Miao's back holding the door frame to enter, and said to the palace people outside the hall: "You guys go down."

After a pause, he ordered again, "Li Fuquan, go to the library and get a box of Baiyu Shengji Ointment."

Baiyu Shengji Ointment is made of a variety of rare medicinal materials, which can reduce swelling and stasis without leaving traces.

"Yes." Li Fuquan was surprised. Although he could tell from the walking posture of His Highness that his butt was hit by a board, what he didn't expect was that Emperor Wu would give His Highness the white jade muscle-creating ointment that can only be produced once or twice a year. Yes, this is really holding a pet in the palm of your hand!

After taking the ointment from Li Fuquan, Emperor Wu walked slowly into the hall.

At this moment, Bai Miao was lying limply on the Longtao, and the two shoes were thrown crookedly on the pedals, a strand of silver-white hair was hanging down the boy's shoulders, barely falling on the upper of the shoes.

"It hurts?" Seeing Bai Miao gasping and rubbing his butt, Tu Xiuting asked knowingly.

"Of course it hurts!" Bai Miao groaned, although she knew that a strict teacher was a great disciple, but facing a different kind of Emperor Wu, and her buttocks were whipped several times, it would be strange if she didn't feel wronged.

Tu Xiuting sat on the side of the bed, pinched Bai Miao's crumpled cheeks, and smiled lightly, "Is this really wronged?"

"No," Bai Miao said dryly, feeling that he couldn't be so imposing, "I, I'm just tired."

Tu Xiuting didn't tell if he saw it, but lifted Bai Miao's clothes.

"What, what... hiss!" When Bai Miao moved, she touched the flesh on her buttocks, and immediately gasped in pain.

"I will take the medicine." Emperor Wu pressed Bai Miao's twisted waist, "Don't move."

Now, Bai Miao behaved.

Tu Xiuting took off Bai Miao's obscene pants, there were several staggered red marks on that white buttocks, the edges were slightly blue, it looked hideous, but in fact Emperor Wu controlled the strength, the pain did not hurt the root.

But because of Emperor Wu's rare energy towards Bai Miao, even though he knew his own strength, he still took Baiyu Shengji Cream and smeared it on it carefully.

The Baiyu Shengji Ointment had a faint mint smell, and it felt cool when rubbed on the buttocks, but it dispelled the numbness caused by being whipped with bamboo sticks.

"Huh..." Bai Miao sighed comfortably, feeling that the pain on her buttocks was slightly relieved.

"Continue tomorrow?" Tu Xiuting asked casually.

Bai Miao choked, squeezed her fists and puffed her cheeks, said with gritted teeth: "Continue!"

But after a while, someone said weakly again, "Can your Majesty smoke lightly?"

Tu Xiuting rubbed his palms on those glistening buttocks that had been smeared with ointment, so that the scars could absorb the medicine as soon as possible and heal quickly. He said in a calm tone, "Strict teachers make good students."

"Well... okay." Bai Miao was not dissatisfied, but accepted Emperor Wu's rejection tearfully.

"It still hurts?" Seeing Bai Miao's eyes filled with another layer of tears, Tu Xiuting was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that the Baiyu Shengji Ointment has the effect of relieving pain, so why shouldn't it make the little guy continue to cry?Could it be because he just rejected the little guy's offer to "tap lightly"?

Turning her head to meet Emperor Wu's puzzled gaze, Bai Miao wanted to cry without tears, "Your Majesty, your hands are too strong!"

Tu Xiuting was stunned, then lowered his head, and saw the butt that he rubbed for a while, except for the obvious red marks on it, the surrounding area was also red, and even swollen.

"Cough," coughed lightly, Emperor Wu felt a little guilty, "Tomorrow I will be gentle."

Although the morning martial arts practice has come to an end, Bai Miao still has calligraphy practice arrangements in the afternoon, but his buttocks are red and painful, and he can't stand or sit, so he has no choice but to kneel on the arhat couch and practice calligraphy with difficulty.

Even the always cold-hearted Emperor Wu couldn't help feeling a little more guilty when he saw Bai Miao's awkward writing posture and the sound of gasping from time to time.

Finally, after seeing Bai Miao No.20 rubbing his waist three times, Emperor Wu said, "Let's not write today."

"Eh?" Bai Miao was surprised, one must know that Emperor Wu, who is a teacher, is always very serious.

"Seeing that you can't sit still, why don't you write after a few days." Tu Xiuting hugged him by the waist, just in time for Bai Miao to lie on his lap.

In this posture, Bai Miao's waist and abdomen were padded by Emperor Wu's legs, and his buttocks were raised high, which relieved the soreness.

Bai Miao played with the purse on Emperor Wu's waist, carefully traced the little lotus flower on it with his fingers, and asked: "After that, do you need to make up today's characters?"

Bai Miao doesn't want to rest today and suffer tomorrow, if tomorrow he needs to make up the words left behind today, he would rather insist on finishing writing today!

Emperor Wu immediately noticed the small plan in Bai Miao's heart, but he didn't point it out, he just patted the young man's back indulgently, "Only this once."

At the same time, on the Duobao Temple, on the top floor of the highest pagoda, there is an old monk who looks like an old man.

The ring scar on the top of his head is the appearance after years have passed. He is covered with a moon-white robe and a golden-red cassock, with his hands folded on his chest, and a long prayer bead is wrapped around his wrist.

Behind the old monk is a huge bronze bell with ancient and mysterious engravings, full of scriptures.

"The visitor is a guest, why don't you come out and talk to the old monk?" The old monk walked slowly to the wooden window not far away, and his eyes fell leisurely on the place where the dragon spirit was soaring to the sky.

"Master Wumin."

A black shadow lightly landed not far from the bronze bell, it was Emperor Wu's subordinate Ye Qi.

Wu Nian looked at Yunjuan Yunshu outside the window, the sunlight fell on half of his eyelids, it was a kind of compassionate fraternity, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Wu Nian's eyes were a little blank.

When Emperor Wu had just been canonized as King Yongwu, he first met Tu Xiuting when the royal family came to pray for blessings at Duobao Temple.

At that time, Emperor Wu was even younger, and there was a wave of madness in his body. Many people in the court and harem would call Tu Xiuting a "mad dog" in private, and Wu Nian himself heard it often, until the day he really saw him.

For the first time, Wu Nian completely remembered that young man...

If Dayin's dragon energy is calculated at [-]%, then [-]% of it is gathered on King Yongwu, and the remaining [-]% is distributed among the first emperor and other princes, and a dozen people barely divide it. Thirty percent of the Dragon Qi, compared with King Yongwu who has seventy percent of it, is nothing short of a difference.

But Wu Nian also remembered that it was the first time he saw such tyrannical black energy on a person.

At that time, King Yongwu was shrouded in golden dragon aura and foggy black aura. The two depended on each other, but he couldn't see who was stronger. Even Wu Nian, who had comprehended Buddhism for many years, couldn't understand King Yongwu.

Later, when Emperor Wu succeeded to the throne, Tu Xiuting came to Duobao Temple and had a conversation with Wu Nian. It was also that time that Wu Nian clearly realized how powerful and powerful this young man was. Gathering and growing on Emperor Wu's body, even if it is mixed with black energy, it is also daunting.

The existence of Tu Xiuting, like Dayin's dragon veins, determines the life and death of the common people.

After Wu Nian knew this, she wanted to get rid of the black air wrapped in Emperor Wu's Dragon Qi, but failed again and again, and went round and round to the present.

Now that he is old, he doesn't know how long he can look at the world...

"My lord would like to ask you to have a fortune teller for the queen mother, and to go to the palace." Ye Qi's voice was faint, unable to detect any emotion.

Wu Nian was taken aback, "Queen?"

There was no repulsive look on his face, he just pinched his fingers and sighed helplessly, "Why bother, the Empress Dowager is dead, and no one can change it except Your Majesty."

"This is her fault." Ye Qi waved, and a hidden guard appeared behind him.

Ye Qi whispered something to the man, waved him back, and said, "Master, please."

Wu Nian looked at the scene outside the window, he twirled the beads with his fingers, and his heart suddenly felt relieved—maybe this time he entered the palace, he could see some turning point...

In the imperial garden, Bai Miao was brought out by Emperor Wu in the evening, and he changed into brand new clothes with elegant and clean patterns. He sat in the pavilion of the imperial garden with the black robed Emperor Wu.

"What is this for?" Bai Miao was puzzled, as usual, he should be accompanying Emperor Wu to work in the imperial study at this hour - Emperor Wu was working, and he was reading the scriptures.

"I'll take you to meet someone." Tu Xiuting straightened the hair at the temples of Bai Miao, twirling the silver strands with his fingertips, and looked carefully at it under the orange-red sunset.

"My lord, Master Wu Nian has arrived."

Ye Qi's voice sounded quietly, and he was nowhere to be seen, but after a few breaths, an old monk from the side was led here by the guards.

"Join Your Majesty." Wu Nian nodded slightly.

"Master, please sit down." When facing this eminent monk of Dayin, Emperor Wu's attitude was rare and gentle.

Wu Nian Luo Luo looked up and met Bai Miao's curious eyes.

Dang!

Wu Nian was shocked, he didn't even react when his Buddhist beads hit the ground, he just traced the white-haired boy in front of him with his eyes, but his fingers trembled a little.

His eyes were fiery and strangely excited, after watching Bai Miao, he landed on Emperor Wu again, circling back and forth.

With a movement of Bai Miao's fingertips, he secretly felt that this Master Wu Nian was not simple, as if he was seeing the old Taoist for the first time in his previous life, he was familiar and alert.

"Master Wu Nian?" Tu Xiuting said.

Without thinking back to his senses, he took a deep breath and put away the prayer beads, a gleam flashed in his eyes that could accommodate Bai Chuan, "It's the old man who was rude."

"It's okay." Tu Xiuting doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but he can still maintain respect when facing the abbot of Duobao Temple who is broad-minded and worried about the world.

"May I ask Your Majesty, why did you call me into the palace today?"

"I would like to ask Master to read a hexagram for him."

Said, Emperor Wu caught the young man's hand in Bai Miao's puzzled eyes, held it and spread it on the table, without giving Wu Nian a chance to refuse, "Please."

Wu Nian touched the Buddhist beads in his sleeve, and slowly set his eyes on the young man's white and tender palm.

——Being a demon, dyed with dragon energy, the rise and fall of Dayin was actually transferred to the little white-haired boy!

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