Bard of Time

Nanteng raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xiaobai. It can be said that the person in front of him looked humble and cowardly, but he was brave and wise in his bones. Shuttle between the duchies, escape from the hands of nobles, and even sit here and explain calmly.

Nantemon paused and said, "You're not Szelmu, you're just borrowing his identity, right?"

Mu Xiaobai's expression froze, this scene did not escape Nan Temeng's eyes, he lowered his eyes: "You'd better tell the truth, if it wasn't for the fact that we still have some affection, you think you can still sit Talk to me here?!"

Mu Xiaobai knew that he would not be able to clean himself up after falling into the Yellow River, so he could only hold on: "I am Szelmu, if you say I am not, what proof do you have?"

Nantemon glanced at him indifferently: "This is my last chance for you."

Mu Xiaobai blushed: "I've only sung a poem, and what you said is all slander."

"Follow me." Nantemon's voice had cooled down.

"You...what are you doing!"

Seeing that Mu Xiaobai was terrified, Nan Temeng was a little bit dumbfounded: "Go to the temple!"

"What are you going to do in the temple?"

Nanteng's tone returned to calm: "It's enough to play stupid once. Mu, go to the temple, even if you confess, I won't forgive you."

Mu Xiaobai shivered, and in the eyes of Nan Temeng, he became a guilty conscience, and he sneered: "Still leaving?"

Mu Xiaobai was flustered, but he still followed. Nantemon's speed was a bit fast, and he was a little powerless just to follow, let alone calm down and think of countermeasures.

"Master?" The housekeeper went forward to meet him.

Nante Meng said: "Prepare the carriage and go to the Temple of Light."

The butler didn't look sideways, and immediately ordered his staff to go down and prepare.

After a while, the carriage came, and the coachman opened the door for Nante Meng, and stood aside respectfully.

"Go up." Nanteng gave Mu Xiaobai a look.

Mu Xiaobai didn't know what to do. After getting into the carriage, his heart beat faster and faster, and he didn't care about the exquisite decoration in the carriage. He silently lowered his head and his face turned red.

Nan Temeng was watching and didn't speak. In fact, he didn't believe that Mu Xiaobai, who had his thoughts written all over his face, could be a spy.

The carriage drove fast, Mu Xiaobai opened the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the window.He is indeed not "Szell", the body of that "Szell" has long been occupied by his soul, but he is indeed innocent.

If he was given another chance, even if he was killed, he would no longer sing poems about slaying dragons.He suddenly envied those who traveled through the novel, at least they still knew the plot.

There are countless types of magic in this world, maybe there is one that can just overcome him.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the temple, there were three or four priests wandering around, and many people entered the temple to pray.

It’s not that Mu Xiaobai has never seen a temple before. The temple has an innate sense of holiness, holy and not to be profaned. There are tall white towers erected on both sides. The hands of the clock on the white tower are doing circular motions leisurely. Rusting and stopping around, the temple seemed to have a circle of soft light, making people worship from the bottom of their hearts.

It is impossible for a well-informed priest not to recognize the symbol of the Bobaqi family, so a priest greeted him warmly: "Hello, what service do you need?"

Nante Meng said: "Open me a private room, and let Fei Zhe come out to see me."

The priest was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had met a big shot, he said swiftly, "Please follow me."

The priest brought the two of them to a single room, which was in the style of a conference room, but with the warmth of a psychiatrist's office. It must be said that in addition to saving lives and healing the wounded, the priest was also responsible for enlightening people's hearts and guiding them to Bright, so this kind of warm single room is generally used to guide the people, but the people who come here to seek enlightenment are usually young nobles, those rich N generations who are hurt by love and hurt their spring and autumn are the best money to earn .

But the purpose of Nante Meng's coming is obviously not to seek enlightenment, and Fei Zhe, who he named, is not an ordinary priest who eats and drinks.

"Please wait a moment." The priest closed the door.

In the room, there were only Nanteng and Mu Xiaobai who kept his head down.

Nantemon raised his chin and looked straight into his eyes: "Fei Zhe will be here in a while."

Mu Xiaobai's heart was beating like a drum. Although he didn't know who Fei Zhe was, he sincerely hoped that the priest named Fei Zhe would not come if something happened.

"Knock knock knock", there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Mu Xiaobai knew that his hope was shattered.

Nanteng glanced at Mu Xiaobai, then turned and opened the door.

"Hello." A warm voice sounded, and Mu Xiaobai looked up, only to see a smiling, gentle man walking in. His white robe made him look holy and noble. Compared with him, Mu Xiaobai felt that he Like dust, humble and low, let others trample on it wantonly.

Fei Zhe saw Mu Xiaobai with a little surprise on his face: "It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful person."

Mu Xiaobai just said "thank you" and stopped talking. Fei Zhe smiled and stepped forward to hold his hand: "Son, raise your head, don't feel inferior or cowardly, the light of the gods bestows on you, May blessings accompany you throughout your life.”

Mu Xiaobai stared blankly at Fei Zhe, his voice had a demagogic power, which could make people fall into the illusion of light unconsciously.

"Fei Zhe, I asked you to come for another purpose." Nantemon broke the short-lived beauty with a sound.

"What are your orders, Lord Duke?" Fei Zhe was neither overbearing nor humble.

Nanteng walked to Mu Xiaobai's side: "I suspect he is a spy, don't you guys have the magic of 'Holy Light'?"

Fei Zhe frowned: "You always think of people too badly."

"How can this world be any better!" Nantemon's tone was loose, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Fei Zhe said "yes" helplessly, then turned to Mu Xiaobai and said, "Son, please lie down on that sofa."

Mu Xiaobai obediently lay on the sofa.Life and death are up to fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, if the sky really wants him to die, he can only accept his fate.After all, people die in vain every day, one more is not too many, one less is not less.

Fei Zhe began to recite slowly, and a pure white magic circle appeared under his feet.

Mu Xiaobai only felt dizzy for a while, as if he was in the clouds.

He seemed to be back when he was a child. He was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to ask for directions, and he timidly hid behind his parents. After going to school, he looked even more inconspicuous. He wanted to attract attention, but he attracted the disgust of his classmates.He was not good-looking, not tall, and naturally he didn't have a girlfriend. Even when he went to college, he was doing nothing, just graduating in such a muddle-headed way.

There is no girlfriend, no friends, no brothers and sisters, only he is alone in the vast world, and the only people who are willing to be good to him unconditionally are his parents.

In an inexplicable time travel, he thanked that the first person he met was a kind aunt. He groped in the strange world step by step. In order to survive, he had to sing boldly in front of everyone.He has great ambitions, but also unwillingness. He thinks every day why he is a good-for-nothing, but after a long time, his vigor has been worn away.

He was alone, because in two lifetimes, he had no one to talk to.

Although I will live humblely in the future, submissive, but there are too many humble people in the world.

In order to live, he gave up his dignity and wanted to lie under the man's body, but because of his weak hope, he survived until now.

It's tiring to live.

Mu Xiaobai murmured softly, all he said was his parents, he slowly curled up his body, pitifully like a little beast without a mother, a big smile appeared on his face, but tears slowly and silently flowed from his eyes Can't stop rolling down.

Such a beauty has been wronged like this, not to mention Fei Zhe, even Nante Meng feels distressed.

Fei Zhe sighed: "You always think too badly of people."

"Sacred Light" will make people fall into a deep sleep, it will bloody cut out the deepest things in the sleeper's heart, and unconsciously show their deepest side, because of the magic, Mu Xiaobai's body is still shrouded in a faint white light, It's even more innocent and heartbreaking.

"Okay." Nantes closed his eyes, "I'll take him back first."

"Best trip." Fei Zhe politely sent his best wishes.

Even after the magic was withdrawn, Mu Xiaobai fell into a deep sleep. Nanteng hugged him horizontally, so the person in his arms seemed weak and defenseless. Nanteng kept holding him, even in the carriage. Li didn't let go, his tears had dried up, but the tear stains were still on his face.

Back at the castle, although the butler didn't say anything, the expression on his face clearly disapproved. How could the Duke hug a mere male favorite!Mu Xiaobai was unconscious in his sleep, but the news that he was carried back by Nante Meng spread throughout the entire harem in an instant.

Even Charlie Lan never had this kind of treatment.

Nantemon gently put him on the bed, tucked in the quilt, and left very quietly.

Nantemon ordered the housekeeper in the study, "Let Norman come and see me."

The butler said "yes" in a low voice, and after a while, Norman arrived in a hurry.

"Father!" The voice resounded throughout the study, and Norman walked in quickly, "Father, has the spy confessed?!"

"Norman." Nante Meng gave him a meaningful look, "You are my son."

"I know." Norman nodded heavily.

"Although I haven't watched you grow up, and I know very little about you, I haven't fulfilled my duty as a father." Nante Meng changed the subject, "But you are still too immature."

"I will definitely keep up with my father!" Norman said firmly.

Nantemon smiled, showing no emotion: "Norman, do you know how the former duke treated me when I was your age?"

"do not know."

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, but your ultimate goals are nothing more than a few." Nanteng looked into Norman's eyes fixedly, and Norman felt guilty after being watched, "No matter what you want to do, There is no problem, but for some things, there must always be a bottom line, even if it is a father, he will not spoil you blindly, and you still don't know how to control it."

"Father, why do you say that?" Norman's voice became cold.

Nante Meng leaned back: "The tricks you can think of now, but I used them badly before!"

Norman remained calm.

"I've said it before." Nante Meng said calmly, "Just because you are my blood, you will have everything you should have, but if you have too much, you will have nothing. Don't forget your duty. "

"Norman must obey his duty."

Nantermont sneered, but didn't take this sentence to heart.

"When you are 40 years old, I will give you the position of Marquis."

"Thank you, Father!" Norman lowered his head, his eyes turned cold.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

Looking at Norman's young back, Nante Meng did have his demeanor back then, but he was still young and tender after all.

When Mu Xiaobai woke up, he was neither happy nor sad.

He sat up slowly, and found himself on the bed in the castle, outside the window, the setting sun was setting.

He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. It seemed that he was fine, otherwise he would have been in the cell.

Now that he has survived, it is even more important to plan for the future. Let him pass the past, and he can't go back anyway.

Mu Xiaobai opened the glass casually, went outside barefoot, and poured himself a glass of cold water.

At this time, Nantemon's voice sounded from behind: "Let's talk."

He still drank the water in the glass before turning around slowly.

"Yes."

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