After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

Three days later.

Bai Miao had nothing to do these few days, coupled with the heat, he was rarely lazy, stayed in the palace and never went out.

He leaned lazily on the couch, leisurely flipping through the notebook in his hand, and when he raised the corners of his eyes, he saw the palace servants lighting up new spices and throwing them into the red gold censer.

Bai Miao sniffed and said, "What kind of fragrance is this? The smell is very special!"

The smoke in the incense burner is blue-gray, and the smell is like plum blossoms after the first snow, but with a little indescribable water vapor, which is very unique.

"Returning to your Highness, the servant doesn't know, it was brought by Director Li, and he only said that he saw it in the treasury." The palace man replied.

Seeing that the other party didn't know, Bai Miao waved for him to go down, and continued to immerse himself in the storybook.

Unknowingly, the sun slanted to the west, and the sky became drowsy, and it seemed that Bai Miao, who had been studying all afternoon, gradually felt sleepy, and naturally leaned on the couch and fell asleep.

The fragrance from the censer filled the entire Wuji Hall. At the same time, the door was pushed open, and Emperor Wu, dressed in black, walked in slowly.

He walked to the boy's side and called out softly, only to see that the boy on the couch didn't respond at all, and his face was even flushed from sleeping.

"Squeamish little guy..."

Emperor Wu murmured, raised his hand and hugged the man in his arms, and then drove the Qinggong all the way to the imperial mausoleum.

The Nightmare Dragon Guard silently guarded behind their master. After they watched Emperor Wu enter the imperial tomb, they silently guarded in the dark, quietly as if blending with the mountains and forests under the moonlight.

"let's start."

In the depths of the imperial mausoleum, on the site where Yinshen was, stood a huge stone bed in the middle of the open space, covered with a piece of pure white cloth, which looked clean and abrupt.

Yinshen turned his back to the stone bed, and he looked at Emperor Wu who was walking slowly.

"Okay." Tu Xiuting nodded, and placed the boy in his arms on the stone bed.

Yin Shen stepped forward, raised his hand to touch the young man's skirt, and suddenly a cold voice sounded - "What are you doing?"

It was Emperor Wu's voice.

"Take off your clothes." Yinshen looked at the man with a cold face, and understood something while turning his beast eyes, "Ru Lai."

"Ah."

Tu Xiuting stepped forward to block Yinshen's body and sight, then carefully raised his hand to untie Bai Miao's collar.

"Take off everything, and let him lie on the stone bed." Yinshen reminded.

"it is good."

Emperor Wu did as he said, although he was very reluctant to let others see Bai Miao's body, but at this moment he had no choice.

The light-colored skirt fell slowly, and was gently placed aside by a pair of big wheat-colored hands. On the white cloth on the stone bed lay a naked boy. His silver hair covered his entire back like a galaxy, and only his shoulder blades were covered. , slender waist, and curvy buttocks have caused the silver hair to change from height to height due to the ups and downs of the body.

Yin Shen stepped forward and brushed away the boy's long hair with his hands, this time Emperor Wu didn't stop him.

"What should I do?" Emperor Wu asked.

"Look at me, and remember."

As he spoke, Yinshen scratched his arm with his sharp nails, and a bloodstain appeared, slowly oozing blood.He dipped his fingertips in blood and drew something on Bai Miao's smooth back. The bloodstains were uneven in thickness, but when it landed on the skin, there was a burning sensation. As he walked around, the body lying prone on the white cloth couldn't help trembling slightly.

Emperor Wu clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to go forward and wave Yinshen away, he could only calm down and remember the direction of the blood.

At this moment, the imperial tomb was unusually quiet, but following Yinshen's drawing on Bai Miao's back, lightning, thunder, and strong winds started outside the imperial tomb.The stars in the sky flashed silver light intermittently, becoming stronger and weaker now, and even the bright white moon was covered by a mass of dark clouds. The whole summer night sky became darker and darker, and the dark clouds merged into strange shapes, like a cloud. The gaping mouth seemed to be waiting to devour something.

Yinshen's originally relaxed face was covered with dark clouds, his brows were tightly frowned, and a painful light flashed in the animal pupils.But this doesn't affect his movements, it's just that he felt the loss of power in his body, but Yinshen still didn't stop.The viscous blood drew a strange and ghostly shape under his fingertips, gradually encroaching on the white and fair back, from the shoulder blades to the lumbar spine, the bright colors disappeared into the crevice of the buttocks, and gradually disappeared.

The boy's body trembled more and more, but no one could stop at this moment.

Bai Miao felt that he had fallen into a painful dream, as if he was in the flames, the hot and vicious tongues of flames engulfed his body, and the stinging pain went deep into the marrow of his bones, showing their sense of existence non-stop.Such severe pain made Bai Miao terrified, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the nightmare, he could only endure it in vain.

As for Emperor Wu who looked at Bai Miao, he could clearly see that the end of the young man's eyes were red, with crystal clear tears oozing from his closed eyes.

"If you move, everything will be in vain!"

Suddenly Yinshen's voice interrupted Emperor Wu, and Tu Xiuting raised his head suddenly, only to realize that his hand was stretched out to stop Yinshen's movement, but luckily he was stopped by the opponent's powerful tail.

The man in black let out a deep breath, "I know."

No matter how distressed he was, Emperor Wu kept telling himself that he must endure.

The burning pain intensified, and under the dim imperial mausoleum, faint crying could be heard faintly.The voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of softness in sickness, or sleepy blur, like some kind of whispering style, not less charming in pain, like a mischievous butterfly flying over Emperor Wu's trembling heart .

The young man lying prone on the white cloth not only trembled, but the fingers hanging on both sides were clenched unconsciously, the slender white fingers were curled up, and the blue blood vessels were distinct and coiled around the thin wrists. On the ground, a layer of sweat beads appeared on the body of the monster that was not easy to sweat, densely dotted on the white and tender flesh.

The movements of Yinshen's hands were extremely fast. After he used blood to draw the totem on Bai Miao's back, he turned around and took out the medicinal juice and silver needles prepared with those rare materials.

In the brown enamel bowl was a viscous liquid that turned black after mixing. Yinshen said to Emperor Wu, "Pour your blood into it."

Emperor Wu prepared his own dagger, and it slipped down from the palm of his hand without hesitation. The dark red blood flowed into the bowl along the lines of his palm. At the moment when the two liquids came into contact, a strange change occurred—after the red was mixed with the black liquid, they Instead of mixing, it began to rotate spontaneously. In a small bowl, the two colors turned into spiral patterns.

When the silver needle touched the flowing liquid, there was another vision here—the two-color liquid spontaneously climbed up the tip of the silver needle, meandering up, and then lay still and dormant on it.

Yinshen's hand was very steady, he pinched the silver needle with medicinal juice and landed on Bai Miao's back, he needled up and down the bloodstain he had originally drawn, and the body under the needle trembled more and more, burning Burning and stinging pain entangled all of Bai Miao's nerves, his forehead and temples were sweating more and more, and his thin skin was also stained with deep red.

Time passed bit by bit, Yin Shen and Emperor Wu were silent, only the boy on the stone bed groaned in pain from time to time, floating intermittently in the imperial tomb.But outside the imperial mausoleum, the storm was still there. It was clear that it was sunny and sunny before sunset, but the weather at night became ferocious and terrifying. This kind of rain was probably the first time in Dayin Imperial City in the past ten years.

The wind and rain rustled in the mountains and forests, and the patter of rain was even louder on the streets of the imperial city. There was no one on the street at night, only the windows of the Qinlou and Chu Pavilions were still lit.

Yushu held the jug with one hand, and leaned against the bed in a thin white dress. Even though the night was dark, there was no trace of sleepiness on his pale face, only carelessness and the corners of his lips pressed down in displeasure.

After the battle between Dayin and the Gui family two years ago, he lost his subordinate Yueqing. That young man was already obsessed with him, and he was smart and ruthless in his actions. It took a lot of money to train such a person. A lot of hard work, but who would have thought that Yueqing lost the advantage in the first game against Emperor Wushu, not only failed to make Yushu's plan, but also got into trouble for no reason, Yushu was angry at that time Two houses were smashed.

However, Yueqing is not the only one who has been planted by Yushu over the years. Even though this person has been exposed, he still has a way to go.Besides, Yushu always held Yueqing in front of Yueqing, who he had carefully cultivated, but the young man didn't know the name of the son he admired before he died, but he did too much with his infatuation. , but in the end, no one will remember it.

That's right, after realizing that he had accidentally revealed something about the young master, the young man named Yueqing first strangled to death the palace man who was imprisoned with him in the barracks, and then bit his tongue and killed himself, for fear that his own existence would ruin his life. What bad consequences will your son bring.At the beginning, Bai Miao sighed for a while when he knew about this matter, it was a bit unreasonable to be fooled by infatuation, but he didn't know that the son Yue Qing cared about, would he still remember such a person?

Yushu naturally remembered, but he didn't care much.To him, Yueqing is just a low-level pawn, he thought it would be of some use, but he didn't want to waste all his efforts in the end because it was a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

"Oh, trash..."

Yushu sneered, and took another sip of his drink. He stretched out his hand out the window to feel the cold rain, "Bai Miao, Bai Miao, what's so good about a tyrant?"

He seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself, but unfortunately, except for the dripping rain, no one could answer his question at this time.Moreover, the fact that he dispatched Yueqing privately was also known to the people in Zuifang Court, so Yushu was reminded by those people again, which made calluses grow in his ears.

"It's ridiculous," Yushu looked at his pale wrist. He was inherently deficient. Even though he had the talent to practice martial arts, he could only drink medicine every day due to physical limitations. Sometimes he didn't know the use of such persistence. ?He was even unwilling to bear the burdens imposed on him by those elders, but he was powerless to refuse...

"I'm a poor man, too!"

……

The night is dark, dark and floating.

The group of mice hiding in the shadows also started their rustling plan.

In Dayin Imperial City, even though the sun is shining, there is still darkness.

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