After relying on the knowledge of the college entrance examination, the emperor took a fancy to him

Lin Luo had just crossed, and now he was lying on the dusty broken bed, looking at the holes and patches on the top of the bed curtain with unfocused eyes, and he still couldn't recover.

Liuying came in from outside the screen, Lin Luo hurriedly closed his eyes, the weak charcoal fire in the room ignited stubbornly from time to time.Liuying came in and put some more in to ensure the burning of the charcoal fire and the temperature in the house.

His eyes couldn't help looking into the half-closed bed curtain, and his eyes showed worry.

The weak face of the person lying on the bed was pale, and the loose long hair was gathered together behind the pillow. The thin body undulated slightly up and down, and the upturned and delicate nose cast a handsome silhouette in the dimness. Even if the eyes are closed tightly, it is not difficult to imagine the surprise when they are opened.

Liu Ying lowered her eyes, such a good-looking young master, why is his fate so unfair?

There were small conversations outside the room.

"I'm afraid the third young master in this room won't last long?"

"I heard he vomited blood last night!"

"Isn't that just a matter of these few days?"

"Anyway, I think it's going to be gone. I don't know where we can go if the third young master is gone."

"Where else can I go? In Zhuangzi!"

Before the master left, the servants who had already started to think about the escape route hid in the small corner of the courtyard gate and chewed their tongues. Unexpectedly, in the silence of the night, the sound came along with the wind, and directly blew into the room from the window.

Lin Luo is a time traveler, who just occupied the body of the third young master on the bed.

As the voices of those servants entered his ears continuously, he gradually had more memories of the original owner in his mind.

The owner of this body is the third young master of Lin Rushu, who was appointed by the imperial court in the 26th year of Dingfeng.

However, this third young master did not get any treatment that a young master should deserve, because when he was born, he grabbed the umbilical cord with his hands, and his biological mother died of exhaustion. An old Taoist priest from nowhere told his fortune, saying that he was reincarnated from an evil ghost. The master wanted to throw the baby away on the spot, and he followed what the old Taoist said, not to deliberately murder, but to let nature take its course, otherwise the evil spirit will turn into a fierce ghost after death and come to claim his life.

Mr. Lin was so frightened that he lost his mind. Although he didn't throw away the little baby, he raised him hastily in the mansion and didn't take care of him.

At the beginning, he was assigned a few servants who committed crimes and an inconspicuous five-year-old maid who had just entered the mansion to look after him, and he was thrown away in the West Wing courtyard where no one came and went.

More than ten years have passed, and the original body has never seen his so-called father.

It is all thanks to Aunt Zhao in the mansion who couldn't stand it and helped him secretly. However, the relief incident the year before last was revealed, and Aunt Zhao fell out of favor. She got rid of the maids and servants who served her, and was directly assigned to be with the original body. .

Now I live in a small compartment separated by a simple screen in the main entrance of the West Wing.

The original body quite childishly named the cubicle - Zhuyu Pavilion.

It is taken from a poem that Aunt Zhao once taught him, "Planting dogwood everywhere is one less person."

Although the little Third Young Master was trapped in this small West Wing courtyard, his IQ should not be underestimated. Even if he hadn't learned anything systematically, he could repeat the knowledge Aunt Zhao taught him verbatim.

Aunt Zhao has lamented what happened to her original body more than once. If she can study and study outside dignifiedly, not to mention the number one scholar, but at least she is a material for studying.

But the original body lived in this one-third of an acre of land from birth to death, and never took half a step out. Except for some people in the mansion, the outside world didn't even know that there was a third young master hiding in the Lin mansion.

The third young master unfortunately contracted the wind and cold in the silent winter, and passed away quietly in the cold night without anyone knowing.

"See if I don't tear your mouths apart! You pickle pickles, how dare you talk nonsense behind your back!"

Scenes that don't belong to my memory gradually fade away with Liuying's angry shout.

"Girl, let's just talk nonsense, why bother to be serious."

"That's right, few people in this mansion knew about the third young master. Yesterday, Miss Liuying, you went to invite someone to find a doctor. Look, did you invite this doctor? Even if the doctor didn't come, the third young master just couldn't do it soon." Yes. We didn't tell lies!"

"Miss's wedding is coming soon, girl, what you should worry about is that the third young master can't disappear during this time, it's unlucky!"

Lin Luo opened his eyes, listening to the sophistry of the people outside.

Liuying is just a big servant girl next to the unfavored young master, and doesn't have much real power. These slaves were called here because they committed crimes. After watching Liuying grow up after so many years, naturally they don't take her words to heart.

It's not okay to be negligent.

Lin Luo listened to the words of these people, and the wandering in his eyes gradually focused and sharpened.

He struggled to sit up by the railing of the bed, casually took a large patched padded jacket over his body, and dragged his frail body to his feet.

The icy temperature made him shiver, his eyes slightly shifted to the glowing red charcoal fire, the noise outside became louder and louder, he resisted the urge to go to the fire and walked out slowly.

Still a little confused, not fully understanding the situation.

Inside and outside the Zhuyu Pavilion, Aunt Zhao also put down her needlework and went out, when she raised her eyes, she saw Lin Luo coming out of it.

Shocked, he hurried over to help her. Lin Luo's body was really not very useful, so he paused, and then he was familiar with her and followed her instructions to stabilize him.

"Why did the third young master get up? But the noise outside is too loud? I'll go and tell them to stay away. Go in and get some sleep." She is a pet, but the two or three years of time in the West Wing Courtyard have worn her out of shape.

The fine lines at the corners of the eyes and the tiredness of the eyebrows cannot be covered.

Lin Luo supported her with one hand, and couldn't help covering his mouth with the other hand and coughed softly. Although the young man was weak, he could not hide his beauty, his red lips were handsome, and his bones were exquisite and beautiful. Dot it.

The son should only see the paintings, and I only know them.

Lin Luo shook his head sadly, and walked towards the door holding her hand.

"Ahem!" He leaned against the door, his coughing sound was very clear in the night.

The ear-piercing excuses stopped abruptly, three or two servants, old and lazy, hid in the corridor with their hands in their hands, and looked at him with fearful and disdainful eyes.

These people are usually afraid of him.

From Yuanshen's memory, Lin Luo knew that in the courtyard, only Aunt Zhao and Liuying were not afraid of him.

After all, he is an evil spirit, so he has to look like an evil spirit.

He leaned on the door with one hand, thought for a while, and suggested with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Why are you arguing, Liuying, if they disobey you again, you can use the fire in the house to burn their bedding sheets. "

Anyway, he is a master, even if he is going to die, he will drag three or two to be buried with him.

The third young master, who had always been weak, seemed to have suddenly opened his eyes. Although his face still looked weak, but the lazy figure leaning against the door, combined with the seemingly casual tone, faintly leaked something colder than this winter.

There was a solemn silence in the dark room, the beautiful face of the third young master was hidden in the turbidity of flickering light, not to mention the three slaves, even Liu Ying and Aunt Zhao looked at it, and felt a little chilly in their hearts.

The few people who were still high-spirited before, seemed to be chickens whose necks were suddenly strangled, and could no longer make a sound.His eyes were disturbed and he didn't dare to look at Lin Luo.

Lin Luo glanced at them coldly, sneered, turned around, and slowly returned to his room to lie down on Aunt Zhao's surprised face.

"Auntie, go to sleep." Lin Luo gently comforted the other party's worried expression.

Aunt Zhao looked at Lin Luo whose spirit was different from before, only when he grew up after going through the pain, she didn't think much, tears came to her face, she nodded quickly: "Hey."

Liuying came in to help tuck the quilt, and Lin Luo closed her eyes with peace of mind.

After everyone had left, he took out a warm thing from his heart.

It was a white jade hairpin with mottled jade and many impurities, but the warmth conveyed from this hairpin could give him peace of mind.Only by letting him face this sudden time travel can he stabilize himself.

The servants outside the window were still whispering, but they disappeared after a while.Tomorrow, he still has to find a way to send these broken-mouthed ones away. Lin Luo looked annoyed at the sight of not doing any business at all.

He stroked the jade hairpin in his hand, and he would have to think about it tomorrow, what kind of thing is this thing.

But after all, it was late at night, and he was also sleepy and tired, so he fell asleep after a while.

Not realizing that the hairpin in his hand was emitting a faint white light, Lin Luo fell asleep steadily.

In the dream, I saw some strange pictures——

The author has something to say:

Scared me!

The beginning of this was changed four or five times, but what I saw in the background of the computer today was the first version.

Scared to death, I thought the final version was lost, but I found it in the background of the phone,

lucky!

because I didn't save the local

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"The Sick Beauty Master Doesn't Want to Wash White" by Mo Shuang

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Jun Xun has time-traveled again, this time it is the vicious villain Shizun who plays the leading role.

This master looked sick and crooked, but he had the strength to belittle and abuse the protagonist everywhere, forcing people to blacken, and finally was imprisoned and tortured by the protagonist, and his soul flew away and died.

And the system told Jun Xun that his mission this time is to cleanse the evil master and redeem the protagonist to become a god.

Mr. Xun, a professional villain who focuses on doing things and has never succeeded in his mission, directly tore up the script——

Why do you want to help others, isn't it good to be a god yourself?

Become a god and earn blood, play dead and not lose :)

***

Thus, a maverick and arrogant beauty appeared out of thin air in Xiujie.

Today, he singled out the Demon Lord and snatched the saber that he regarded as a treasure;

Molesting the saint tomorrow, taking off the mask that the other party never leaves;

the day after tomorrow...

The next day, he dragged his apprentice to jump into the devil's abyss where no survivors survived, and the two of them came back intact!

The people of the world were astonished, and their hearts were moved, thinking that this evildoer must be beaten by everyone, but...

Mozun: Know what?This is the thing between me and Xianjun.

Saint: Everything in the world is not as good as a fairy.

In addition, Tianjiao of Xianmen, Master of Righteous Path, and villain boss also rushed forward one by one, confessing their feelings to him in public.

But the protagonist who was supposed to be "tortured" by him blocked him in a corner when the bees and butterflies chased after the door.

He leaned over and kissed Jun Xun's tender lips, and whispered: "...Master, have you played enough?"

The client, Jun Xun: ...I'm a villain, what's wrong with you? ? ?

No appointment, farewell, don't hit me :)

***

Every time Rong Hua saw his cheap master, he secretly planned how to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, so that he could get the retribution he deserved.

But one day, he discovered that his master had changed.

Don't make things difficult for him anymore, or even care about him anymore.

Lie Lie's red clothes are flamboyant and reckless, like a seductive goblin, turning the cultivation world upside down with a single sword strike.

Everything in the world falls into those eyes, as if they are just playthings that can be discarded at any time.

Rong Hua: ...Oops, I'm a little moved.

He found that he still wanted to deceive the teacher, but... it was the kind of "deceitful teacher" who was burning with flames in his heart, and the "big treason" who wanted to linger with that person to death.