After wearing lotus essence

Rong Mu pushed the lamp out, it floated back, pushed it again and it still came back, it was like relying on him.

There is no way, in order not to interfere with other people's lanterns, Rong Mu had no choice but to pick up the lantern. He bit off the half-eaten candied haws, and said vaguely to the opposite side: "Little Hongyi, where is your lord? Why are you the only one?" People come out to play?"

Shang Cizhou stood behind Rong Mu, silently looking at the people on the other side.

Lianyu didn't want to pay any attention to this duplicity black-hearted ghost, her pair of light-colored eyes only looked in the direction of Rong Mu.

Rong Mu looked suspiciously at the other party's stature of only fourteen or fifteen, and asked, "Can you hear me? Where's your father?"

father?

dead early.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Rong Mu said again: "Uh, what about your mother?"

Lianyu pursed her lips.

Was slaughtered.

Seeing that the question was not clear, Rong Mu was about to speak again when Shang Cizhou patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw the man took the lantern in his hand, and threw the lantern back across a not-so-narrow river. .

Lianyu's eyes moved, but she didn't blink, she raised a hand to catch the Buddha lamp with inner strength.

Seeing this, Rong Mu reminded softly: "It's still a child, don't scare him, he looks so pitiful."

The spirit has sharp eyes and ears, so it can naturally hear Rong Mu's whispering words. When she heard the word "poor", Lianyu couldn't help but change her face slightly, and then a playful cloud flashed across her face.

Rong Mu was about to pull Shang Cizhou to turn around and leave when he heard the young boy behind him yell twice.

He turned around and saw that the other party's mouth was open and harmonious, only a few hoarse single sounds, Lianyu pointed to his throat, then shook his head, lowered his head and looked at the lantern in his hand lonely.

Shang Cizhou's eyes narrowed slowly, and his eyes flicked across the face of the other party that he had never seen before.

Rong Mu really got his attention re-attracted, and saw the sad face of the boy in red on the other side.

Could this child be fatherless or dumb?The ones who look good are also ordinary, and I don't know how a person can survive.

He stuffed the food into Shang Cizhou's hands, ran to the side of the river and asked, "Little Hongyi, who is your lamp for?"

Lianyu gestured with her fingers.

Rong Mu guessed several words before he guessed the word "Master".

"So you have a master?"

Lianyu let out a cry.

Rong Mu tilted his head, looked at the other party's ordinary face, and sighed.

No father, no mother, still a little slave, the key point is that his face is not good-looking, and coupled with a dumb disease, it can be called nothing but the worst tragedy.

He looked at the fairly good quality red dress on the other party, and suddenly remembered the thief from the East Palace who ran away under Shang Cizhou's hands a few days ago.

This kid is about the same age as that figure... If he had half the force value of that little thief, he would be able to make a living as a performer.

Even if he doesn't have the force value of that little thief, at least he can't be a mute——

Rong Mu propped his chin, and turned his head to look at Lianyu who was secretly looking at him: "Because I didn't send out your blessing lamp, I'm afraid you will be scolded by your master when you go home. I can't control your master, but I can help you out." It's a very important thing."

Shang Cizhou slowly frowned behind Rong Mu.

He looked at Lianyu, and saw that the other party lowered his head, looking at him from the corner of his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.

A dark light flashed in Shang Cizhou's eyes, he looked away, stretched out his hand and tugged Rong Mu's collar, and said in a low voice: "Let's go to Ting Zhi, you said you would accompany me today, I will take you there to set off lanterns. "

Lianyu on the other side paused, and raised his head abruptly, before he even had time to take back the feigned pity on his face, his whole face turned red very quickly, as if he was holding back a burst of great anger.

Rong Mu is still clear that Shang Cizhou has no sympathy at all, but he feels that the people on the other side are kind, and since they are destined, they can help a little.

Rong Mu had no idea that he was in a Shura field where each other was trying to get his attention. He reached out and patted the man on this side, and then said to the child on the other side of the river: "Wait a minute, uh..."

He fumbled left and right on the spot a few times, and then quietly removed one of the small bells on his hairband. The bell fell into the bag and turned into a small lotus seed.

He didn't wear the dark green clothes of the incarnation, so he had to try the small hair bell that he carried with him, anyway, he could transform it again.

Rong Mu took a lucky bag containing nuts from his sleeve, put the bell in it, and threw it to the other side like Shang Cizhou.

When Rong Mu saw that Lianyu had caught it, he said: "Little Hongyi, there is a good thing inside, but you can't open it now, you can open it when you get home, and then you can eat whatever you see inside. A little surprise for you!"

Lianyu was holding the bag in his hand, and the unreleased lanterns were piled up at his feet. He felt the softness of the silk fabric on his hands, as if the softness carried the warm body temperature of that person.

The Buddha lamp was in a trance at his feet for a moment, the flame suddenly exploded and jumped a finger's length, Lianyu suddenly regained consciousness, and looked up again, the people on the other side had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

But his mood has not calmed down.

……

Why did Shang Cizhou call that person Tingzhi?

Why on earth did you call him Tingzhi?

When the master passed away, he could still vividly remember what happened to Shang Cizhou. Later, the miraculous stick of Mikong had to use some tricks to make Shang Cizhou completely forget his master, which made him still stand A day in the bustling city.

Lianyu felt that something was wrong, her head burst into pain like being soaked in boiling water.

What Min Kong said a few years ago still echoed clearly in his mind.

"...The fall of a spiritual object will naturally affect the memory of those who have seen him. Gradually, they can't remember what your master looks like, and you too. Do you still remember your master's appearance now? After that incident It hasn't been released for three years, and the impression in your mind has gradually become blurred, but there is one person who is different."

Minkong sighed deeply: "There is a man who has been struggling in the sea of ​​suffering for three years. He can't forget, let go, or find it, but the spirit has never entrusted him with a single dream. Confused, seeking all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, until finally killing all enemies numbly, ascending to the throne, and watching your master's favorite lotus die in front of him... How cruel it is to not live for ten years."

"Why do you think I just helped His Majesty erase all his memories? Lianyu, it's because he can't forget your master even if he dies, and it's the seemingly ruthless person who is the most sympathetic..."

The noisy sound of the market suddenly broke into the ears, and the flame in the Buddha lamp gradually weakened, but it was stubborn and never extinguished, as if it had a steady stream of vitality.

Lianyu opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, but she still couldn't make a sound.

He hated Shang Cizhou very much, and hated him for hurting his master, but compared to Shang Cizhou, he couldn't even call "Tingzhi". Bar……

Lianyu took a deep breath, and vaguely smelled a faint and elegant incense on the lucky bag.

He retracted his fingers, and his anger was suppressed forcefully. Without a master, if he loses control, he will only die.

At that time, the black-hearted emperor seemed to be dying. He did not know what price he had spent to revive the spiritual creature together with Min Kong. Now, how could he easily transfer his love to another?

Unless... there is something strange in it that he doesn't know, a red light flashed in Lianyu's eyes, and she was about to open the bag casually, but for some reason, she recalled in her mind the appearance of the boy holding his cheek and smiling at him.

So agile, so kind, just like his master...

The dumb fish slowly retracted its movements.

Then he put the bag in his chest properly, put on the Buddha lamp, turned around and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

"Oh, I just gave the little dumb a silver bell, why are you still angry?" Rong Mu hugged the lantern in his arms, and chased after him: "Hey, hey, hey——"

The man walking in front stopped, turned around and quickly grabbed him.

Rong Mu smiled embarrassingly when he was touched, and stood up with the strength of Shang Cizhou.

"Besides, didn't I give you something too?" Rong Mu winked his eyes.

Shang Cizhou looked at him indifferently, "You mean the lantern with an ugly flower painted on it? The material of the lantern is lonely, the bamboo strips are lonely, and even the ink for writing is lonely. What do you use? Do you think it counts when you send lonely things to orphans?"

Rong Mu paused, and said with a guilty conscience: "Where is the lotus I painted ugly? Men, be generous, don't be so fussy——"

"Gu takes you out to play, gives you food and drink, and even combs your hair. In the end, you can't compare to a brat who only met once... Ting Zhi, have you ever really treated Gu?"

Rong Mu was slightly taken aback: "It seems that I should ask you this question? I still remember when I strangled my neck."

Shang Cizhou moved his fingers slightly, his eyes drooped and he stopped talking.

Rong Mu thought for a while, this tyrant is really going to die if he gets jealous, what if he rescued the dumb boy today, and then Shang Cizhou secretly kills him? !

Rong Mu looked at the lantern in his hand, and led Shang Cizhou to a corner with few people: "... Ah Zhou, Ah Zhou?"

Shang Cizhou froze slightly, looking at him with the same expression.

Rong Mu had no choice but to bite the bullet and level the bowl of water: "Ah Zhou, that kid is not good and he is still dumb. I wanted to help him so I gave him a small gift, but look, you are missing something. What? You don't lack money, you don't lack power, you're good-looking and you have the most powerful net worth in the whole business, even if I want to give you something, I have to know what you lack, right?"

Crowded people rushed past, and the lanterns of the high-eave pavilions were swayed left and right by the night wind, casting a faint light on Shang Cizhou's face.

He clearly lives in the bustling world, but his whole person exudes a strong sense of isolation and gloom.

Rong Mu didn't know whether Shang Cizhou was real at this moment, but he treated people with sincerity, as long as he opened his mouth, he would not deceive.

He was asking Shang Cizhou very seriously, and he was also thinking that if the other party's demands were not too much, he could easily satisfy this heartless tyrant.

Just when Rong Mu thought that Shang Cizhou was going to end this childish jealousy, he heard the other party's reply after a while.

"...Tingzhi, I don't want the bell."

Rong Mu was slightly stunned, and said with a smile, "Then what does Ah Zhou want?"

Shang Cizhou looked at him with deep eyes, as if looking at a treasure that can only be grasped and appreciated by himself.

He rolled his eyes: "Ting Zhi looked at the passing crowd, and the restaurant building, didn't he find anything wrong?"

Rong Mu gave a puzzled "Yeah" and looked around carefully, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed: "It seems that there is something missing..."

Shang Ciri's voice was low and deep: "Yes, the city is full of lights like daylight, but I can't see the lotus. I have been alone for three years, and I have been enthroned for seven years. I haven't seen that thing in Dashang for ten years, but seeing you alone seems You are very talented and can easily grow lotus plants that cannot survive, so I just want you..."

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said expectantly, "Gu wants you to send Gu a lotus flower. Compared with a small bell, Gu prefers a spiritual thing that Tingzhi passed by himself."

Rong Mu didn't realize what Shang Cizhou said in those few seconds.

He tilted his head, pointed at the other party, and then pointed at himself: "What are you talking about, you have been thinking about it for a long time, and you just want a lotus flower that has bloomed?"

Seeing his expression, Shang Cizhou imitated him and tilted his head and said in a low voice: "If you are reluctant to part with it, then Gu will not want it... Those flowers are easy for you, but difficult for Gu. In my heart, a lone emperor is not as good as a lowly dumb slave... Everyone in this city has flowers to go with their noodles, but Dugu eats with his hands full of snacks."

Rong Mu hissed, he always felt that something was wrong, but he just couldn't tell the smell... It was as if there were two people who were incompatible with each other taking turns to show off in front of him.

He threw all the things in his hand to Shang Cizhou, looked at the other party and paused slightly: "You wait for me here, don't move, I will find a way for you."

Shang Cizhou stared at him: "What is Ting Zhi going to do?"

Rong Mu felt hot and cold all over his body, his scalp was still a little tight, and he didn't know if he was tired from drinking water.

The rich lotus fragrance spreads silently. There are flowers growing rapidly on both sides of the street. The buds hang down heavily to the ground, but they surrender to the appearance of opening and dare not open. The elegant and fragrant wind blew, and the colorful petals rolled up the triple-story building, causing the children to chase after each other with exclamations.

The young man smiled slightly, looking back at the emperor with his bright cheeks amidst the lights of the city: "Although it is only a mere lotus flower, Ah Riman has been waiting for it for ten years, so don't be jealous of that bell, I'm so talented!" You are so gifted, I will go to this city to find a lotus for you right now."

Shang Cizhou chased a few steps forward, his eyes followed the figure of the boy running away, he looked at the various snacks in his hands, and after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He was not at all worried that Rong Mu would get lost, as early as when Rong Mu was coming to the Huachao Festival, Shang Cizhou had already ordered Li Suichuan to set up a net here.

He is greedy and jealous, but his Tingzhi is lively and cute, kind-hearted and beautiful, and he is used to attracting people's love. There are so many people who covet him, how can he do it without a single method...

It's just a meeting in Donggong, and he brought another person back to him.

A black shadow quietly followed Shang Cizhou: "Your Majesty, the subordinates followed up just now, and it has been basically found out that the mute is the thief from the Eastern Palace that day, but the other party seems to have used a disguise technique to cover up his real appearance..."

Shang Cizhou smiled and hummed, looking at the direction where Rong Mu disappeared: "Where did he go?"

Yinwei whispered: "It's still in the direction of Huguo Temple."

Shang Cizhou withdrew his gaze, his pupils were sharp.

... Embarrassment.

"Keep watching, if he comes out again, kill him directly—" Shang Cizhou paused when he thought of something, no, he can't be killed.

How could he explain to Ting Zhi after killing the mute?

No, perhaps changing the strategy as before, using the opponent will be more able to defeat him.

"The Huguo Temple will be closed one after another. After the Flower Festival is over, I'm going to look for the Compassionate Buddha." Shang Cizhou looked at Yinwei, "Did he say last time that you can only find him when the lotus blooms?"

"Back to Your Majesty, yes."

Shang Cizhou's smile faded away, as if he had added a bit of anticipation, he murmured like a child: "It's just a lotus flower. Without him, he will no longer be the tyrant who can't keep lotus alive. It's been ten years. , there will be one in no time.”