After wearing lotus essence

The emperor came and went quickly.

After reading the letter, he didn't explain how to deal with Rong Mu at the end. Lang Xi turned around twice in a difficult situation, as if he knew His Majesty's temperament was unpredictable, so he didn't dare to touch Rong Mu again.

Rong Mu somehow settled down in the emperor's bedroom.

It's just that after the ups and downs of the mood, it is inevitable to have the thoughts of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

I thought the emperor was benevolent and easy to get along with, but it turned out to be a very sick owner. This one doesn't look like a flower grower either. Rong Mu is a follower of Buddhism, but it doesn't mean he wants to be direct. die.

Since he didn't die through time and space, it means that he still has a chance to save himself.

But now it looks like this, not to mention self-help, even two steps have to be moved by others.

"I can't do this..." Rong Mu murmured to himself in a low voice, "Maybe he will be burned as a monster."

He was silent for a while, the black hearted emperor didn't know where he went, and there was no sound from outside.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, maybe he can try to see if he can get out of the lotus flower!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. In Rong Mu's eyes, he seemed to be trapped in a small world. As long as he found the door, he would have a chance to get out.

The surrounding area is filled with unknown purple air, not poisonous, but auspicious. This scene shattered Rong Mu's world view, but he has already become like this, is there any more unscientific existence than himself? ?

Thinking of this, my mentality has stabilized again.He tentatively took two steps forward, he was only busy finding his way, he didn't notice at all that his short hair gradually grew longer and hung down to his thin waist. It was originally a very conspicuous silvery white, and then returned to normal black. The clothes on his body It also became a dark green robe, a purple and white hair band moved out of thin air, with two exquisite silver bells at the end, interspersed in Rong Mu's long hair, a complicated and exquisite knot was woven in a short while.

It's a pity that the only person didn't appreciate this scene at all. There are monsters in the flowers, and even the incarnation is full of the creator's favor.

The sound of the rain outside gradually died down, Rong Mu was afraid that the emperor would turn back in a while, he touched the small world all over, and finally found an exit blocked by the mist in the corner.

It's here!

Rong Mu was overjoyed, and rushed out sullenly.

A gust of night wind blew through the dormitory, and the window slammed shut, which startled the little eunuch outside. He took a careful look, stretched out his hand to pull the window rafters, and then stood up respectfully with downcast eyes.

Under the desk, with long sagging edges, the silvery white color in the long black hair slowly fades away, leaving only a little bit of iris purple at the end of the hair, but this purple is mixed in the black hair, so it is easy not to be checked by outsiders.

Rong Mu let out a long breath, and leaned against the edge with limp hands and feet, he carefully pawed it with his hands, only showing a pair of eyes to look out quietly.

Those eyes were slightly upturned, opened wide vigilantly, shining with a clear light in the dark night, like a frightened kitten.

Rong Mu didn't know what he looked like at this moment, he just felt a heavy weight on the back of his head, as if something was pulling him, but now he couldn't care so much, and wanted to run away when no one turned around.But before he stood up, he remembered that this was the palace, the most secure and well-guarded place in ancient times. With his little ability to climb over doors and walls, he would be shot into a sieve if he couldn't walk two meters.

"Heaven will kill me..." Rong Mu covered his mouth as soon as he finished speaking.

His voice——!

Is this something a serious boy can say? !Rong Mu couldn't imagine how the male goblin spoke before, but now he understands it.

He coughed a little, squeezed his throat cruelly, and reluctantly accepted this over-evolved beauty voice.

You can't get out by running hard, so you have to try to see if the spirit can hide...Rong Mu carefully raised his body, raised his foot and took two steps, and when he thought of turning around, he saw the big lotus vat innocently standing there, as if Silently condemn him for running away regardless of his body.

People live, people die, Rong Mu subconsciously feels that running alone is not good.

If you want to go out, you have to take this guy who lives and works with you.

Rong Mu was silent for a moment, then walked over unskillfully, knelt down, hugged his big lotus vat with both hands, frowned slightly, after a few breaths, the lotus vat was a bit invisible, but its position remained motionless.

Rong Mu couldn't believe that he was so tall that he couldn't even lift a water tank, so he gritted his teeth and worked hard to gather energy, and lifted it up suddenly, and finally lifted the big tank that was barely wrapped around his hands.

He was overjoyed, but before he could turn around, the vase fell heavily as if he was going to lie in the bedroom.

Rong Mu: "!!!"

He quickly moved his foot away, but lost his balance, and twisted on the ground with a slap, his long hair like crow's feathers scattered from his back to his chest, and a few strands fell on his cheeks, scratching it itchyly.

This is... his... hair?

Rong Mu, who suffered a double blow physically and mentally, was staring blankly at the long hair, but the door of the temple was opened at some point.

The cold spring wind poured in from every corner of the imperial palace, a tall figure stood in front of the palace gate, behind him was a waiter lighting up the palace lantern, the light shone behind his back, making Rong Mu, who had regained his senses, unable to figure out who was coming. With his expression, he could only feel the cold vapor from the other person's body, and see the man's long hair scattered behind his back after taking a bath.

It's over-

Rong Mu's eyes darkened.

Shang Cizhou took two steps forward, and saw that black human figure tilted his head indistinctly, and after a few breaths, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc.

The people behind didn't understand why the emperor stopped, but no one dared to raise their heads to ask a question.

Rong Mu watched helplessly as the other party gestured to the back, the waiter bowed his head and dispersed, and the door of the palace was also slammed shut, blocking the cold wind pouring in from outside.

The hole in Rong Mu's heart opened wider and wider.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a moment. He could feel that at a certain moment, he was infinitely close to death.

The next moment, the emperor stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand and drew out the long sword hanging on the wall, and the blade slowly pulled out as he walked forward, making the piercing sound of a cold weapon in the dark night.

Rong Mu coughed twice, and was about to speak with the light of the dormitory, when his throat was blocked by a ray of coolness, looking down, the long sword had reached his jaw at some point.

The person half lying on the ground is young and has not yet set up a crown. His eyebrows are like green peaks, his eyes are like night stars, and his lips should be red... but now they are white.

Afraid of being scared by myself.

How interesting, Shang Ci Zhou thought.

Which one is this, who still has the ability to sneak into his bedroom? He is clearly an intruder, but there is almost untraceable grievance and panic on his face. Any man who sees it, I am afraid that he will have a little bit of sympathy.

It's just that the beauty is hard to bear, no matter how beautiful the skin is, it can't match the heart that wants to assassinate the emperor.

Shang Cizhou laughed: "Assassin?"

How dare Rong Mu admit that he is an assassin!This is the imperial palace, and the emperor is in front of him. If he appeared here out of nowhere, if he was identified as an assassin, he would probably be killed on the spot!

"No, no, it's not from an assassin—" As soon as he said that, Shang Cizhou's sword-holding hand paused slightly.

Rong Mu didn't notice it, and carefully moved his neck back two centimeters, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and explained again: "I, I'm not an assassin."

With no respect or inferiority, he is confused, he can't even speak clearly, and his survival skills are all focused on his appearance. Do you think the emperor is not easy to assassinate?I simply sent such a half-baked guy to sneak in to test.

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, Rong Mu stepped back again, leaned on his own lotus vat, thought he hadn't been noticed and knocked on the big vat twice, cursing in his heart that if he died here today, the hundred catties would not be worth it. A pound is innocent!

Rong Mu didn't expect the emperor to ask him again, he wanted to stand up with the support of the lotus vat, but his legs and feet suddenly seemed to be softened by water, and he couldn't use his strength. One sentence: "I, I am not an assassin, in fact I... I am the new servant!"

Yes, servant!As long as the emperor didn't kill him immediately, there was room for things to turn around!

Who is the ancient king who is not the Sangong and the Sixth Court? Which emperor can remember who is in his harem? Some are for the emperor's pleasure, but men and women send them to the palace regardless of meat or vegetables.

It's this time, I can only gamble!

Shang Cizhou didn't know how many people who could pretend, and no one was so bold as to give himself the status of male favorite... But with this face, he did have some capital to be a servant.

Interesting, he has always "cherished talents" and likes to make the best use of everything.

Shang Cizhou looked down at Rong Mu for a few breaths, threw the long sword into the scabbard, cared about the people who passed by on the ground, and said, "Lang Xi."

Immediately there was a voice outside: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Shang Cizhou: "Come in, and move Bi Jiangxue away."

Rong Mu's eyes widened suddenly, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect the lotus vat, his face was more nervous than meeting the emperor.

Shang Cizhou turned his eyes and looked at the young man on the ground.

When Lang Xi came in, he saw the collapsed figure at a glance, and almost lost his composure in shock—the emperor's bedroom actually entered the palace without his knowledge!

Lang Xi's back turned cold, and he quickly glanced up.

But His Majesty didn't say anything, he had no choice but to suppress his voice, kowtowed, and under Rong Mu's lingering and careful eyes, he easily moved the lotus vat out, put it back on the porch, and didn't forget to come back and close the door.

Rong Mu: "..."

Crying, is his strength even inferior to that of an old eunuch?

How did Rong Mu know that the people around Shang Cizhou had martial arts at hand, he only thought that once he crossed over, he lost even the strength that a man should have, and the world collapsed for a while, and he had to find a seam for himself Dive in.

The emperor didn't kill him, but he ignored him, Rong Mu waited for a while, then quietly got up and walked out, ready to stand for the whole night if he couldn't run out, when suddenly there was a voice behind him.

"It seems that the people in the inner palace didn't teach you the rules you should know."

Rong Mu turned his head, and saw the emperor propping his chin with one hand, looking at him through the heavy gauze curtains, the candlelight was dim, and the noble face reflected flickering on and off.

Shang Cizhou was smiling, but Rong Mu didn't find the slightest smile in his eyes.

"Since you are a servant, then you should do what a servant should do. Let me trust you, but if you don't have real skills...don't blame Gu for being cruel." Shang Cizhou didn't waver when he said cruelty, It seems that countless people have described him in this way.

Rong Muzhen stayed where he was, and after a while, he walked over slowly.

Shang Cizhou saw that Rong Mu's feet didn't even have a pair of shoes, but they were white and thin without any dirt on them. Such a pair of feet should be stepped on the darkest and darkest place, so as to bring out the very color.

Appropriate, so appropriate.

Rong Mu walked up to the dragon bed, standing stiffly like a bedpost, his eyes were blank, and his face was innocent and innocent, as if the emperor didn't say anything, he didn't know how to serve the bed at all.

Could it be that the brain is really broken?

Shang Cizhou's eyes flashed playful, "Either go to bed and undress Gu Gu, or go to kneel on one side, as a servant, you don't know how to serve the bed, just kneel beside and think about how to serve the emperor, how, which one to choose? "

Shangci doesn't like heat in the daytime, and the Great Shang Palace is located in the north, but it doesn't even burn the earth dragon, not to mention that it's already spring, and the late spring cold makes the floor tiles of the bedroom cold, even with the cold air that hasn't dissipated in winter, it can't be warmed even if you cover it Well, if you really kneel like this for a whole night, even hard-working people will suffer from leg problems.

Rong Mu didn't move for a while, and then whispered back after a while: "I will... But my method may be different, anyway, as long as you are comfortable, right?"

The bad mood that had arisen in Shang Cizhou stopped, and with the young man's voice, he seemed to smell a faint lotus fragrance.

Perhaps it was dyed just now by leaning against the lotus vat.

"Return to Your Majesty." Shang Cizhou said suddenly.

Rong Mu: "Huh?"

Shang Cizhou stared at him closely, as if looking for a loophole that he had overlooked: "You have to talk like this when talking to Gu, you don't even understand this?"

Rong Mu: ... This feudal dynasty is a mess!

"...Return to Your Majesty, can I go to bed now?" Rong Mu was already ready, he even turned his wrist, preparing to save his life under the hands of this tyrant.

Shang Cizhou hummed, ready to see what skills he can show.

Rong Mu lifted up his robe unskillfully, climbed onto the wide dragon bed with both hands and feet, then patted the emperor's quilt lightly and said, "Your Majesty is tired of reviewing papers. , I learned pinching from a master, and I will help you feel comfortable!"

Shang Cizhou: "?"

His face changed rapidly for a moment, and then became gloomy visible to the naked eye.

Rong Mu didn't understand what was wrong with this crazy critic, he just looked at him eagerly, and was eager to serve the emperor to show his harmlessness.

But the emperor said in a deep voice: "Go and kneel."

Rong Mu: "?"

Shang Cizhou: "Gu is suddenly in a bad mood, you have to kneel too."

Rong Mu: "Wait, I—"

"Or do you want to let the black armored guard come in and arrest people alone?"

Rong Mu silenced his voice instantly, he crawled towards the corner of the bed, the neat dragon bed was messed up by his actions, Shang Cizhou's forehead twitched uncontrollably a few times, but for some reason, the killing intent just now faded away. down.

Rong Mu looked under the bed, and then took a bold look at Shang Cizhou. It might be that his seductive spirit managed to attract the emperor's attention, and he felt that he didn't have to die so quickly.

The floor is so cold, his current body, which can collapse in the wind, may be reincarnated in one night, and he should use the blessing of racial charm to explain it to the emperor, maybe there is still room for discussion.

Rong Mu stretched out his hand to pile up the brocade quilt, and quietly spread it out to cover his cold feet. Then he seemed to be kneeling but leaned against the side of the dragon bed with his strength. This time, he only opened his mouth after learning the ancient etiquette.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I don't take up too much space. I can still cover you with a quilt when I kneel here in the middle of the night. If Your Majesty doesn't like me, I can hide my head. In short, I will try my best not to let you see me. Your Majesty Hong En, please forgive me." Mu Ding should be grateful."

Rong Mu?

Shang Cizhou went through these two words in his mind, and even checked all the descendants of the emperor's family with names and surnames, but still got nothing. If Rong Mu is really an assassin, then his most successful point is definitely to hide his identity.

However, the man shivering at the corner of the bed didn't have the slightest ability to assassinate, but he did have a bit of ability to demagogue people.

For example, he was thinking right now, if he accidentally tossed someone to death, it would be really... a great pity.

At some point in the room, a light fragrance lingered, overshadowing the coldness, and boldly crawled into the dragon bed.

Shang Cizhou narrowed his eyes slightly. After living for 23 years, he didn't know that he liked to play with this delicate, slender, spotless skin.