After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

On the bed in the room, crimson curtains fluttered, and Yun Rong was pinned on the bed with cold eyes and kept struggling. His clothes had almost faded just now, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Seeing his resistance, the man in the fancy dress above became more and more excited.

"I'm used to bed crawling, it's more interesting to be a slave like you who desperately resists. Hahaha, the more you resist, the more excited I am!"

He is also a martial arts practitioner, with quite strong hands, he easily pinched Yun Rong's elbow that was hitting him, and put it to his mouth and kissed it.

"Beauty, your hand smells really good, it feels so comfortable to the touch, isn't it so comfortable on your body?"

Said, the other hand wanted to go down.

Yunrong's originally cold eyes instantly turned red, and his whole body trembled with disgust, he gritted his teeth and said sharply:

"roll!"

The touched arm trembled slightly in the condensed air, trying to shake off the confinement, but was bound by the iron claw-like hand, unable to break free.

He thought that this might happen, but he always had a little luck, thinking that Xie Jincheng might have been watching him secretly, seeing that he was treated like this by others, he would definitely come to stop him and save him.

How could he let other people treat him like this?

impossible.

But that person seemed to have lost the patience to continue playing with him like this, and pinched his neck, making him instantly lose the ability to resist.

"Enough playing! Let's get to the main show!"

And that person still didn't come.

The feeling of suffocation flooded the top of his head, and his chest was filled with severe pain. This feeling of dying made him confused.

In a trance, he recalled that year in Mortal Realm, when he was covered with silver hair, and the faded ink color was like his fading life.

At night, Xie Jincheng hugged him carefully, crying softly in his arms like a child, but he didn't dare to wake him up, and asked in a low voice and despair: "Don't die, okay?"

Yun Rong was strangled by the neck, unable to utter a sound, his lips parted, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, desperately wanting to call out that name

—— Xie Jincheng

It seemed that as long as he yelled, the man would come to rescue him immediately.

But until he waited until he was in despair, the closed door never opened, it was tightly closed, blocking all his hopes.

He asked in his heart: Are you really not coming?

Yun Rong closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open, and then the person on him was thrown out vigorously, hit the ground fiercely, uttered a painful curse, but knelt on the ground in fear after seeing the person clearly. , shaking like sifting sugar, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Yun Rong covered her throat and coughed heavily, her face was flushed, her robes were torn, she was in a panic, but her eyes lit up after the door opened.

And when he looked up to see the person coming, his eyes darkened instantly.

"Mu Se..." Yun Rong murmured.

Mu Se took off her outer robe and put it on him, her eyes were redder than Yun Rong's, her movements were cautious, her hands were trembling uncontrollably, but she didn't dare to touch his body at all.

"I'll take you away."

He said hoarsely.

He liked and feared this person, so he never dared to speak, and never thought of getting a response.

I just want him to continue to be a god overlooking all living beings, and I just look at him like that.

Now, seeing him being humiliated and bullied, he felt unprecedentedly sad.

Yun Rong looked at him, seemed to understand his thoughts, put on the robe that blocked his embarrassment, got out of bed and walked to his side, saying: "I'm fine."

Mu Se was his disciple in the previous life.

At that time, Xie Jincheng thought of him almost for everything good. Mu Se, as a disciple with excellent foundation, everyone rushed to accept him.

But Yun Rong had a cold personality at that time, and even Xie Jincheng ignored him, let alone this sudden apprentice?

So the two have been a teacher and apprentice in name for a hundred years.

Mu Se looked at the man on the ground with disgust, and with a wave of his sleeve, he threw the man out of the door, hitting the ground half dead.

"If you dare to move a finger of this person in the future, I will let His Majesty punish your nine clans!" Mu Se stared.

He is the only younger brother of His Majesty today. When His Majesty was still the crown prince, he was sent to Wanjianzong because of his excellent roots.

Now, it was the character that no one in the palace could afford to offend.

"Yes yes yes!! The villain knows, and the villain will never dare again!"

Mu Se led Yun Rong out of the room step by step. Seeing that the other party was covered with injuries, he wanted to carry him away, but Yun Rong shook his head and rejected his kindness.

"It's okay, I can go by myself."

Mu Se didn't force him, carefully observed his expression, paid attention to the speed of her feet, and slowly led him out of the yard.

went to his palace.

Above the clouds, Xie Jincheng watched the scene silently incognito.

Mu Se rushed in first.

Xie Jincheng took a step back.

The system asked: [Are you here to save him?Don't forget how you died in your previous life. When you died in despair here, no one came to save you. 】

Xie Jincheng flew towards Mu Se's palace, the look in his eyes remained unchanged.

【Who said I came to save him? 】

In the colored palace.

Yunrong changed into clean clothes after taking a bath, and the wound on his body was healed by a doctor. He was quietly in the courtyard, surrounded by a few serving servants.

Mu Se sat opposite him.

An elderly palace man with gray temples kept looking at Yun Rong, and then said to Mu Se: "Your Highness, this young master is very similar to the senior in the royal family's rumors."

Yun Rong looked up, knowing that he was talking about herself.

It was more than 200 years ago that he left here and was taken to the sect, and most of the people who knew him in the world had passed away.

So he frowned and asked, "Have you seen him?"

The palace man's memory was a little fuzzy, he thought hard, and finally hit his head:

"The old slave has seen his portrait. You really look like the ancestor of the royal family. It's too similar, but his expression is much colder than yours. There were rumors about him in the former palace that he was a heartless person. people, and such people are most suitable to become immortals, so they were taken away by passing immortals."

Yun Rong was a little puzzled, he was only seven years old when he was taken to Wan Jianzong, where did the palace people see his portrait when he grew up?

When he asked again, the palace man couldn't say anything. After all, he was too old and his brain was not working well. It was not easy to remember such things.

Seeing that Yun Rong rarely opened his mouth, Mu Se seemed very interested in it, so he asked, "Do you remember where the portrait is?"

The old palace man immediately ran to a place, and then came out happily holding a scrolled painting, handed it to Mu Se and said, "It's just this one, I hid it secretly."

Mu Se unfolded the painting, and the person painted inside was Yunrong in red.

Yun Rong stroked it up with her hands.

In the painting, he is holding a long sword in his hand, practicing the sword in the rain of white flowers, which makes the red color extraordinarily dazzling, while the person in the painting is facing his back, only tilting his head slightly, revealing half of his amazed face, with the eyes in his eyes His expression was a bit of displeasure and complete indifference.

The person who painted this painting must have a preference for the person in the painting. The beauty of that person is unabashedly outlined in each stroke, and the strokes are extremely delicate. Every strand of hair seems to describe the perfection of the person in his heart.

Only there seemed to be a pause when drawing those eyes, and only a few strokes were used to mention them, a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes appeared on the paper, as if displeased with the person's indifference.

"Why does this place look familiar?" Mu Se stared at Hua and frowned, "Like... Wan Jianzong?"

Mu Se didn't recognize it, but Yun Rong was extremely familiar with it.

"It's Changming Peak."

But it was from the previous life.

At that time, Xie Jincheng knew from nowhere that he liked gardenias, and planted a sea of ​​snow-white flowers on the entire peak for him. Whenever he practiced swords, Xie Jincheng would watch from not far away. When he saw him looking over, he said : "Go ahead and enjoy the flowers here for the teacher."

But Yunrong actually doesn't like gardenias.

He didn't have anyone or anything he liked, and later Xie Jincheng was the first one he liked.

After he fell in love with this gardenia in this life, he wanted to plant a sea of ​​flowers on Changming Peak, but he couldn't grow it no matter what.

That flower is not suitable to grow there, and it will die as soon as the root falls.

I don't know what method Xie Jincheng used to make such a large piece of gardenia bloom for him.

If you can't grow gardenias, if you change others, you may think that since this is the case, you should plant something else, follow the trend, why bother?

But Yun Rong didn't agree, he couldn't plant what he wanted, so he simply didn't plant anything, and just let it go barren like that.

So Mu Se only felt that the place in the painting was familiar, but couldn't recognize where it was.

Yun Rong caressed the painting carefully, brushing the yellowed paper with his fingertips, as if he had crossed the long river of time, feeling the temperature of another person staying here.

"Who drew this?" Yun Rong asked the elderly palace servant.

Mu Se heard Yun Rong say that the painting was Changming Peak, and leaned over to take a closer look, and found that it was indeed true.

"Except for you and me, no one in the royal family has a root to worship Wan Jianzong. How could they draw such a painting? Could it be drawn by a disciple in the sect, and then brought the painting here?"

Yun Rong just looked at the palace man, waiting for him to speak.

He had the answer in his heart, but the answer was not enough.

After hearing this question, the elderly palace man hesitated for a moment, and then there was a little emotion and helplessness in his old voice.

"Drawn by a slave in the slave garden many years ago."

Li Garden is the place where Yun Rong lived before.

"I heard that the slave was originally a son of a noble family from the enemy country. He was talented and beautiful, and had first-class painting skills. After the country was subjugated, he was captured and made a slave. Every day, he would secretly paint a picture. It was the same person in the painting."

"We didn't know until a long time later that the person in the painting is the legendary ancestor of the royal family."

Yun Rong said in a daze:

"One painting a day... In ten years, how many paintings have to be made? Why is there only one left now?"

Yun Rong stroked the painting under his hand and asked, "What happened to that slave?"

Asked here, the palace man's expression was a bit strange.

"Ten years? He..."

In the middle of speaking, the voice suddenly stopped, looking behind Yunrong, his eyes widened, showing horror.

"you you……"

The latter words could no longer be uttered, as if someone had strangled her neck.

Yun Rong and Mu Se turned their heads at the same time.

Xie Jincheng stood there coldly, pinching the palace man's neck with one hand with spiritual power.

"You talk too much."

Yun Rong looked at him not far away, and asked blankly: "Why did you draw my portrait at that time?"

At that time, he had just exploded himself and was reborn.

Xie Jincheng's eyes fell on him, and he said bluntly:

"Because I still liked you back then."