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"Young master, is it really okay to have one more living person here?"

"Of course it's okay, this is what I want to see today."

Yu Wenzhe shook his head, his hands and feet seemed to be bound by something, a strange conversation sounded in his ears, he opened his eyes with difficulty, the surrounding environment was dim, and he couldn't see clearly.

The conversation between the two was still ringing in his ears, Yu Wenzhe was suspicious, where, today, could it be related to Yu Wenting again?

"Where is this?" He raised his head with difficulty, and asked towards the source of the sound. The two people who were talking paused for a while, then walked towards this side.

The leading man was wearing a black robe, his stature was about the same as Yu Wenzhe's, his black hair was tied with a purple ribbon, his walking was lazy, and he had a sinister look on his body. He bent down, Yu Wenzhe Only then did he see that his face was blocked by a mask, and he did not show his true appearance.

"Are you awake?" The voice of the man was low, but upon careful listening, it was almost like Yu Wenzhe's voice.

"Who are you?"

Yu Wenzhe fell into an indescribable worry. He was in the imperial city. If Yu Wenting wanted to harm him, he would disappear quietly into this world, especially this person, who was mysterious and familiar.

"You don't have to care who I am, just know that soon, you will be me, and I will be you."

The man's fingertips slid from Yu Wenzhe's throat to his chest, and touched the position of his heart. Yu Wenzhe felt his heart tighten and throbbed.

"What do you mean by this?"

The man didn't return to him, but just sat on the side and played the piano, the melodious and mellow sound of the piano carried the viciousness of his body, indescribably imposing, only a candlestick was burning in front of him, The lights were dim, and he became more and more mysterious. Yu Wenzhe closed his eyes again, only to hear the man speak slowly amidst the sound of the piano,

"Let me tell you a story."

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Once upon a time, there was a country with a wise monarch who respected Confucianism and ruled the country.

There is a famous Confucian master in Kyoto, whose surname is Bai, and everyone in the world respectfully calls him Master Bai. This emperor would sometimes go to Master Bai’s house to chat with him about Confucianism. In the heart pavilion, there is a woman in pink, with a white magnolia on her head, playing the piano slowly, her temperament is dusty, the curtains hanging around the pavilion are fluttering in the wind, and the lotus in the pond is in full bloom. Lost my eyes.

_Jiao caramel hall_

"May I ask everyone Bai, who is this girl?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, she is Lao Sheng's youngest daughter."

"It's worthy of being born in a scholarly family, it's really out of the world." The emperor praised.

"Your Majesty is wrong."

Everyone worried that their daughter would offend the emperor, so they sent someone to tell her to go back to the backyard. The woman got up, saw the emperor looking at her from a distance, smiled and saluted, and then left in a hurry, her figure was light, and her walk seemed to be Like dancing.

Since then, the emperor has been thinking about the girl from the Bai family, and there are three thousand beauties in the palace. No one has ever made him so fond of dreams.

Afterwards, the emperor visited Bai's house more and more times, but he never had the luck to meet that girl again. He regarded himself as a noble person, and never asked about it.

As the days passed, the emperor's longing for the girl of the Bai family increased instead of diminishing, and finally made him wait for the opportunity to welcome the beauty into the palace.

The news of the emperor's frequent visits to Bai's family spread throughout the court. Everyone knew that he valued Bai and everyone wanted to make friends with him. However, everyone in Bai was a scholar who didn't seek fame and fortune, and refused to get involved in factional disputes.

It's a pity, how can the person favored by the emperor escape from the center of this power dispute.

A piece of guilt was submitted to the emperor's case.