After wearing lotus essence

The wooden wheels ran over the smooth bluestone road, no matter how careful the speed was, they still made a creaking sound.Because of the cargo, the carriage was not covered, but it was surrounded by black cloth, so I couldn't see the inside clearly, only a delicate flower bud poked its head timidly, it hadn't bloomed yet.

A passer-by gave it a surprised look, and for a moment, it was covered by the umbrella of the accompanying guards.

There is a continuous light rain on the Tianjie, and Dashang is in the spring of the year.

This is a carriage pulled out from the Huguo Temple, which was personally confessed by Master Minkong, and on it is a Buddha lotus plant named Bi Jiangxue, which was given to His Majesty at the time.

The thing given to the emperor, even if it is a dead plant that cannot speak, must be carefully taken care of.

The guard took a sneak peek at the carriage, and Master Minkong's explanation for this flower flashed in his mind.

"...The lotus belongs to water, don't get close to the fire, let the servants in the palace get up every morning and nourish it with morning dew, and get enough sunshine in the daytime, remember to move it back to His Majesty's inner hall at night, so as not to be infested by mosquitoes..."

Those who know are taking care of a flower, but those who don't know think they are taking care of the noble lady in the harem.

The guard clicked twice.

Unfortunately……

It's a pity that their majesty is a person who doesn't understand pity, and never keeps useless waste around him. This flower can enter the palace in the face of the eminent monk of Huguo Temple. When it enters the front door, it will be dead or alive It's not the one above who has the final say.

It is impossible to grow flowers carefully, and it is already a blessing from the heavenly family not to raise flowers.

"Be careful! We are about to pass through the palace gate!"

"—Yes, my lord."

……

Rong Mu felt his brain's nerves beating violently, and he was as dizzy as if he drank fake alcohol. He moved his hands and feet with great difficulty, guessing that he might already be in the hospital right now.Wandering in the royal garden can also lead me to the ancient lotus pond, there should be no one else but him——

That is 1000-year-old pure silt, and it is a famous historical and cultural scenic spot in Yangcheng. Not to mention whether the scenic spot pays for medical expenses, it is not bad for him not to lose money for a while.

Rong Mu couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of his wallet, and sighed lightly, but suddenly heard a voice beside his ear like thunder: "Who!"

The air became quiet for a moment.

The guard swept past the groom driving the carriage, his eyebrows were serious: "The palace is important, are you looking for death by being so rude?"

Rong Mu: "...?"

……Wait a minute.Who is so wicked, still chasing costume dramas in his ward!

"Forgive me, my lord! It's not a small thing, I wouldn't dare to give me ten courages! The small... I don't know who the small one is!"

The volume of this sound was chaotic, as if it was transmitted through water, and it was heard in Rong Mu's ears. It not only amplified infinitely, but also had a thrilling diffusion effect.

What's going on... Could it be that his head was blocked by mud?

Rong Mu took a deep breath, wanted to raise his hand to ring the bell, and at the same time slowly opened his eyes...and saw a round and big green hat with patterns on top of his head.

……

.........

The carriage continued to move forward, the lotus leaves flickered, and Rong Mu's down-to-earth head slowly realized the green hat - no, there was an old yellow umbrella on top of the green leaves.

It looks like it's made of bamboo and sheepskin.

Out, something big happened.

Rong Mu shook his head fiercely, but from the outside world, it was just a delicate flower dangling pitifully in the bleak wind and rain.

He took advantage of this energy to observe the surrounding environment in 360 degrees.

Hospital bed, no.

There is only a large tank with strange aesthetics and a carriage that seems to be falling apart in a second.

Doctor, neither.

Next to him was a guard in black soft armor with a sharp long knife hanging from his waist.

save--!Didn't he step into the lotus pond?Why did I also turn into a lotus flower and still be escorted!

The sky was gloomy, the surrounding palace walls were towering, the long palace road seemed to be endless at a glance, and the thick palace gate closed behind with a bang, blocking the last light.

Rong Mu is confused.

Why did I faint last time, and even the race changed after waking up!

No no, this must be a nightmare... Just wake up and wake up...

Rong Mu silently closed his eyes and hypnotized until the carriage stopped, and he was carried down by two people with high-pitched voices.

"Hey, this guy is really heavy! Even the water in the tank must weigh more than 100 catties!"

"It's quite heavy, and the treasures are delicate. The master also explained some ways to grow flowers... By the way, this is a letter written by Master Min Kong to His Majesty, and I ask Eunuch Lang to pass it on for you."

"Good talk, good talk."

Rong Mu's spirit was tense, and he watched as he was moved to the corridor by two eunuch-like men, and watched the guards and the car go away mercilessly, leaving him alone in this strangely quiet place.

It wasn't until this moment that he really realized that this was no longer his era.

I don't know which dynasty in history this is.

And he, a freshly promoted white lotus, is standing here out of place.

Rong Mu didn't dare to move, he was afraid that even a little bit of "personification" would lead to his own death.

He looked around with his heart in his hand, but before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the father-in-law in dark blue walking over and gave him a condescending look... Also, it's good that he has a meter now.

Rong Mu held his breath and listened to Lang Xi's murmurs: "Your Majesty may be approving papers in the Qiankun Palace again today, and the master's things cannot be placed here. I heard that it is a spiritual Buddha lotus..."

It's better to be a monk than to be a Buddha lotus!Rong Mu is almost turning into a whole self-closing emoji, I'm really afraid that I can't help but make a sound and be heard!

"You two, come here, move this flower into the inner hall first, I'll go see when His Majesty will come back, it's getting dark—"

"Yes, Mr. Lang."

After only a while, the cold wind and drizzle outside was blocked by the luxurious palace, and it was so cold in spring, Rong Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a sound of dripping clear water in the empty bedroom.

With a frightened heart, he had time to observe himself carefully.

The legs seemed to be stuck in the water down to the knees. The lotus flower stem was straight and there were no extra leaves on it.

But fortunately, the few leaves around are listening to him. According to sporadic information, his flower body was given to the emperor by some master, and I don't know why he gave it to the emperor... for fun?

When he thought of being rubbed and sniffed by someone, Rong Mu was suffocated for a while.

By the way, what does the emperor look like, shouldn't it be the same as in the history books?The moment Rong Mu opened his eyes, he changed from a human being to a fool, and his mind opened up even more, and his thoughts went to the illustration of the two beautiful maids helping the fat emperor——

"squeak--"

The door of the imperial palace is too big and heavy, even if it is maintained all the year round, it will always be accompanied by this disturbing sound when it is pushed open.

I don't know if it was because of the rainy evening, but Rong Mu always felt that the palace was lifeless and there was no vitality at all.

He turned around with difficulty, and the first thing he saw was a pair of black and red brocade boots, and the hem of the gown at the top. Who to rob, all exist to set off the master.

The flower body was too short and it was placed on the ground in a corner, so Rong Mu had no choice but to raise his head high, and saw the big eunuch in dark blue clothes bowing his head and following a man, and the folded big umbrella was covered with assembly lines. Wet half of his shoulders, it can be seen that he is tall.

Rong Mu looked up again, and there was a strange silence, the lotus vat slightly rippled.

The man's long hair was all bundled up, perhaps it was near night, and the long hairpins were not inserted, but scattered high up, his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly under the dim light, only a high nose bridge and chin lips could be seen.

The real Tianhuang nobleman, even in such a weird scene, exudes the temperament of coming to kneel me.

Rong Mu shrank the bud, and the first sentence he heard the other party say was: "Move out, ugly."

The eunuch hurriedly let out a "hey", and his demeanor and behavior seemed to have been used to it for a long time.

Rong Mu who just enjoyed the warmth for half an hour: "..."

"Wait, where's Minkong's letter?"

Lang Xi hurriedly stopped and submitted the letter: "Return to Your Majesty, here it is."

Shang Cizhou took it with lowered eyes, opened it with one hand and walked to the candlelight.Langxi didn't get any new instructions, so he glanced at his master's expression carefully, then looked at the flower vat, and hesitated for a while, not daring to guess what this man was thinking, so he stepped aside temporarily to serve.

The candlelight approached the desk, and there was Rong Mu squatting under the desk.

The closer you get, the stronger the deterrent and oppressive atmosphere. Rong Mu knows that no matter how many documentaries you watch, no matter how many history books you read, it will not be as good as standing next to the real emperor, not to mention that this emperor is not fat at all. Full of mature imperial majesty.

That feeling is really a stimulus.

His heart beat gradually faster, and a strange, inexplicable holy and peaceful mind surged up. It was Rong Mu's first time as a flower, but he didn't know what the hell it was. Clear breath.

The fragrance is far and clear, refreshing, as if no matter how dark the place is, people can be pulled back by him.

Shang Cizhou didn't notice it, he looked at the letter paper covered with sandalwood, Min Kong's handwriting was long and unique.

"Bijiangxue is mild in nature and spiritual. Being with it can calm the mind and nourish the mind. It is a precious Buddha lotus that is unique in thousands. It needs to be carefully raised... This plant was encountered by the poor monk when he was traveling in the Southern Dynasties. It is specially dedicated to His Majesty, and for this reason, it has also formed a deep relationship with the monarch of the Southern Dynasty..."

Cunning stick.

To put it nicely, it is called deep origin, but to put it badly, it is the hatred of the country and the family.

The relationship between Dashang and Nandai is not very good. They fought wars many years ago, and the land of Dashang has not been able to raise lotus for more than ten years. Only one or two plants can barely survive in the tank, and this was only a scene when the old Nandai Wang was still alive.

The new southern monarch has been on the throne for three years, and for some reason, he has gone crazy. He has long since prohibited private lotus sales.

The Shang Dynasty hadn't seen this kind of flower for many years, and many people didn't even know that this kind of flower existed.

Shang Cizhou sneered, squinted his eyes, and sat down on the couch, with one hand hanging on his knee and tapping lightly, while holding the letter in the other, he approached the candle mercilessly.

Rong Mu raised his head and saw the fly ash swirling down and landed on his round and green lotus leaves, so he almost didn't smear his face.The emperor must have seen it, but he remained silent and stared at him for a long while. Under the candlelight, his brows and eyes were deep and domineering, like a knife's edge, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was evaluating something. How much value can the commodity bring to him?

...saved a life.

Looking at this sinister and handsome face full of madness that is close to me, Rong Mu finally understood that he not only became a "vegetable" unluckily, but also met a tyrant's breeder.

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[Important reminder: The earliest copywriting can be traced back to May 2020. The inspiration comes from [Chinese Stamp Collection Lotus]. Human (visible in the column), and the character prototype will be arranged according to the characteristics of the ontology, please do not substitute any other people or things, everyone is welcome to read ~]