After wearing lotus essence

Rong Mu could clearly hear his own heartbeat, accompanied by his rapid breathing.

The air entered his lungs too quickly, causing his entire chest to feel uncomfortable as if it had exploded.

He knew that from the moment when the anomaly appeared, he could no longer run towards the lights, so Rong Mu went almost everywhere in the dark, but the darker the darker, the more the growing lotuses against the soles of his feet became more and more intense. Stunning obviously.

Caiyi is a unique costume of the Huachao Festival. It is not too exaggerated, but exquisite and noble. The rings are tinkling, and the petals that followed him just now are far behind.

Tonight, every house in the city lights up and everyone is bustling in the streets. There are not many people in the long dark alleys, and there are only homeless beggars dozing off.

Rong Mu didn't dare to stop at all, the red lanterns quickly retreated in his field of vision, and at the moment when his lungs were about to explode, he bumped into a person at the corner of the street.

Collision while running at high speed is a very dangerous thing. Fortunately, he is not a real mortal body. Rong Mu turned around and avoided it, covering all his white hair under the wide hood.

He leaned against the wall tightly, not daring to move a step.

...moving is a warning of lotus every step of the way.

The man seemed to be very flexible, and he quickly gave way with a slight movement of the soles of his feet, but quickly stabilized. The man was tall and patted the corner of his clothes slowly, with a lantern, snacks and even delicious small fruits hanging on one hand.

There was no light in the dark alley, and Rong Mu's entire face was covered in shadow, and he was still wearing a mask. If he was a little timid, he might be scared to scold his mother immediately.

But the other party seemed to be calm, ignored him, and strangely did not speak, but turned around without looking at him, and walked in the direction he had just come from.

Rong Mu took a look out of the mask, and this look brought his panic to the extreme tonight.

Dark blue robes, long hair and high bunches, one hand is empty, and the other hand is holding all the things Rong Mu is familiar with, as well as the pastry he has half-bitten!

... Shang Ci Zhou.

He was looking for Lian for Shang Cizhou, shouldn't Shang Cizhou wait for him where he is?Why did the other party come from this shortcut, but still walked firmly in the direction he ran out just now——

Rong Mu didn't dare to imagine deeply, because there was only one possibility to think about this matter.

——That is, Shang Cizhou dared to let him out alone. It was not because of his great trust, but because he was convinced that the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty was all his net!

Shang Cizhou didn't even need to take another fork in the road, no matter where he was, he would be found by him - how many of the young masters who were in the restaurant and pavilion just now were Tianziwei and Changlingwei in disguise?There is only one possibility for these people to get together, and that is to stare at him specifically.

Shang Cizhou may have tasted the feeling of being powerless and regretting for a lifetime after losing the person who lived in Tingzhique back then.

Now that he has become the emperor, the lord of the world who controls everything, and he is caught again, like a life-saving straw to remedy the past, his temperament must be more paranoid than before.

Rong Mu took a deep breath, looked at the back of Shang Cizhou who was indifferent to others, and for the first time felt a little grateful for the indifference in this person's bones.

He never talks nonsense about people and things he doesn't pay attention to, and he doesn't give too many eyes. When he is really angry, he kills things directly.

But at this moment, he was in a hurry to find his "Ting Zhi", and he didn't care which daredevil he bumped into—Rong Mu leaned on the wall and stepped back step by step. Dots of green and white.

The green and white mixed with a bit of purple slowly floated into the night sky.

Seeing that the other party has no tendency to look back, Rong Mu finally gritted his teeth, turned around and tightened his hood and went deeper into the darkness.

But he didn't see it. The moment he turned around, the air floated, and the man walking in front suddenly stopped.

Shang Cizhou turned his head slowly, a pair of deep and sharp eyes were drawn into the back of the talented man.

The man was wearing a big colorful coat on his back, like a stranger who just came down from the theater. The long drag coat covered his feet. The red lanterns on both sides of the dark alley were shaking, and there were wick flames running along the path. The direction where the person ran exploded one after another, one after another, burning out their lives as if they wanted to light the way under the feet of that person.

Spooky and gorgeous.

Shang Cizhou tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the dark alley full of people and bright lights. The soles of his feet moved, and a rich and elegant fragrance gradually rose from the tip of his nose.

The emperor suddenly laughed.

Before Shang Cizhou called out the hidden guards around him, several figures in armor came over from the street.

Xia Houyan usually plays fools, but he has a good eye. The last time he provoked the relationship between Rong Mu and Li Suichuan, he knew that there would be no serious consequences, and he just wanted to have fun.

But this time is different, this time Li Suichuan put aside his old prejudices and made a special trip to find him, saying that on the night of the Huachao Festival, everyone can have trouble, but only one person, even the slightest mistake is not allowed.

Li Suichuan, a big unlucky ghost, was staring at that little ancestor, why did he suddenly go to see some Southern Dynasty merchant who sells wood carvings? !He was left alone, and he was not even fully staffed at the critical moment.

But even more frightening than this is that halfway through their pursuit, they had already met the emperor who was looking for Rong Mu.

A layer of cold sweat rolled down Xia Houyan's back, he took a deep breath, and quickly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty."

Shang Cizhou nodded: "Where's Li Suichuan?"

Xia Houyan bent down: "I don't know where General Li is."

Li Yingzhi, Li Yingzhi, it's not that I didn't save you this time, it's your own bad luck that ran into you!

Shang Cizhou said "Oh": "You all, why are you all looking ashen?"

Xia Houyan quickly said: "Returning to Your Majesty, Caichen followed Mr. Rong to protect him, and came to the street of the Wanguo Market. He saw that Mr. Rong bought a precious little lotus at the Wanguo Market, but when he was about to leave- —”

Speaking of this, Xia Houyan suddenly froze, and scattered light that was almost undetectable sank into his body.

Shang Cizhou listened to his unfinished words, and said in the usual tone: "What's wrong with Rong Mu?"

Xia Houyan frowned, and the red-armored long-ling guard behind her gradually became dazed and bewildered, as if something had disturbed her normal mind.

Shang Cizhou snorted and laughed: "Could it be that you can't remember just such a little thing?"

Xia Houyan was terrified in his heart, everyone knew that the Son of Heaven would not keep useless people, but he was really terrified in his heart, his memory seemed to be forcibly changed by something in an instant, it was useless no matter how hard he tried to keep him, he could only let him go Those amazing memories were suppressed without a trace.

Xia Houyan moved her eyes, raised her eyes again, and her mouth was much calmer than before: "Returning to Your Majesty, Young Master Rong has just finished buying flowers at the Wanguo Market and left in a hurry. I am worried that something may happen to Young Master Rong secretly, so It was only in a hurry to catch up."

Shang Cizhou took a look at Xia Houyan: "Did he wear a colored dress for the Flower Festival?"

Xia Houyan bowed her head: "Yes."

Shang Cizhou: "Why does he wear a loose colored coat?"

Xia Houyan was silent, subconsciously said: "Maybe Mr. Rong likes such colorful things."

Shang Cizhou took a deep look at him, although Xia Houyan's face was a little flustered, but she didn't have the frightened look when she saw him just now, as if she simply lost her.

Looking at the red armored guards behind him, they all had the same expressions.

Shang Cizhou moved his fingers slightly, and someone flew out in the dark.

He closed his eyes, recalling the scene when the man in colorful clothes collided with him very clearly in his mind, so clear, so real, with the familiar fragrance all over his body, and the faint, abnormal light on the soles of his feet.

Rong Mu...

Seeing Gu, why did he run away with Gu's little lotus?

The emperor handed over the scattered things in his hands to a guard, and said in a light and slow tone: "Go and find Li Suichuan, and let him bring the emperor's guard over here."

Xia Houyan's heart tightened, she saluted, and left quickly with the corner of her robe twirling.

How did Rong Mu know that Shang Cizhou, the emperor with a good nose, recognized him as soon as he saw him, he flung the people behind him, and finally ran to a sealed courtyard wall.

Rong Mu took a deep breath, hugging the little lotus cub that was blown into one side by the wind.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't take out flowers directly in front of the emperor, would he still use the lotus flowers all over the capital to prevaricate the operation?

Rong Mu really planned at the beginning that if he really couldn't find the lotus, he would find a place where there was no one and give Shang Cizhou a flower to coax him back, but now, he is very glad that he didn't have the impulse to pick out the lotus in his sleeve. It can also be explained that if someone from Shang Cizhou saw a big lotus flower drawn from his sleeve, it would be a horror!

Rong Mu raised his eyes, deep in his pupils was a deep purple that was as dark as black ink, and the high courtyard wall stood in front of his eyes.

Why is this happening?

What exactly did Bi Jiangxue turn him into? ?

Rong Mu's soul and three views were severely impacted. He was wearing a colorful dress that can only be seen at the Huachao Festival, and stopped at the spot in a daze. There were countless beads and jade pendants on the colorful clothes, jingling and making noise.

Seeing that there was no one around for the time being, he simply hid himself and entered the courtyard. There was a smell of burning incense in the dark courtyard. Rong Mu coughed twice, and sat down in the courtyard surrounded by red lucky ropes. Under the big tree.

The roots of the tree twisted and intertwined, and a piece protruded. The boy gasped and leaned his head heavily.

The gorgeous colored clothes were laid out at the bottom of the tree, they were so wide that they enveloped his whole body. Rong Mu took a few deep breaths to calm his heartbeat, and then slowly raised his right hand.

The finger is still the same, but it seems to be much smoother than before. The finger cover is smooth and delicate, and every detail seems to be carefully carved by heaven.

The hair at the back of his head was suppressed in a mess, Rong Mu turned his head, and his eyes were filled with the snow-like whiteness...and the bewitching purple at the end of the hair.

Rong Mu: "..."

Bi, crimson, snow!

What's this?Then choose lucky lotus hair dye, right? !

The burning pain in his chest became more and more obvious. Rong Mu couldn't bear the sharp pain. He grabbed his collar with one hand, and saw that there was a place near the heart on the sternum that was burning red.

That red patch was very strange, every time it flickered, Rong Mu's pain increased. He squeezed his clothes tightly and curled up, curling himself up into a ball, green and white spots of light came out from his body, Floating under the big tree in the dark night, like countless fireflies.

Outside the wall, a dark guard chased after this place, and looked up vigilantly and suspiciously.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the pain in Rong Mu's heart slowed down, and a green light covered it, making the place cool and comfortable.

His hair was all white. If it wasn't for the color at the end of the hair, which indicated that this was just a second transformation, people who saw him at this moment might think that he had suffered some inhuman torture.

to die...

Bi Jiangxue deceived him in public, how did Rong Mu know that his original appearance in this era was not his real appearance at all.

At this moment, with white hair covering his face, his body covered with fireflies, and lotus growing every step of the way, this is his truest lotus essence!

Rong Mu was panting heavily, his chest heaving slightly, he closed his eyes to relax, when a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"...Are you the monster that my prince brother hid in the East Palace?"

"Looking at how young you are, how can you seduce me, the prince of Shang, so fascinated?" Shang Cixie said mockingly and contemptuously: "I have obeyed the imperial father's order to kill you, the southern demon who charmed the prince. grab it..."

Shang Cixie gave a sinister smile, and said in a low voice: "Brother Prince, His Highness, I can't move for the time being, what can I do with you, a mere slave of the southern generation? It is clearly a prince who has a mother but is not favored. Why do you want to occupy the position of crown prince? Father hates witchcraft and witchcraft the most. Once this incident happens, it is hard to say whether he will be able to keep his position as crown prince... As for you, it is even a dead end!"

Rong Mu frowned tightly, grasping the front of his clothes with pale fingers, but the voice in his head continued to yell: "His Highness has the imperial father's order! All the imperial guards obey the order! Kill all the confused servants of the East Palace ! No one is allowed to stay!"

A younger and familiar voice sounded angrily, "Fourth prince is not allowed! This is the East Palace, and you are not allowed to be presumptuous!"

Shang Cixie let out a snort: "East Palace? Liu Dong, it's understandable for you to be loyal to the master, but you can't do it if you are foolish and loyal... The empress arranged you in this East Palace, is it just to let you watch the emperor Was the prince bewitched by a monster?!"

Liu Dong was shut up and pulled aside, Rong Mu felt someone grab his shoulders and was thrown away by him again.

He heard a slightly immature voice, he was not half as humble as someone called a demon slave, on the contrary, he was neither humble nor overbearing, more like a nobleman than Shang Cixie.

"It's my bad luck, how can you let them go?"

Shang Cixie said coldly and arrogantly: "My elder brother likes you very much. If you are gone, our family can talk about things slowly. If you stay here all the time, there is no guarantee that our big business prince will not be killed. You little slave of the southern generation lost your soul—"

A huge sympathetic anger spread from the bottom of Rong Mu's heart. The lucky rope is surrounded by a four-season osmanthus tree. It is now May, and golden osmanthus blossoms bloom on it. The osmanthus and lotus are intertwined, like A meek elder is comforting the poor little lotus flower.

All the noisy tones, together with the footsteps on the street in the distance, made the atrium roar, making Rong Mu's ears hurt from the noise.

The traceback that follows is short and vague.

Only in this last moment of trance, he heard a steady but small voice.

"Shang Cizhou is a born emperor star, no matter how many hardships he encounters, he will eventually become the emperor passed down in history books. He is more powerful than any of your princes. You hate him today and want to take it out on me, but do you know that I am not Anyone can grab a soft persimmon...Your royal family is filthy and filthy, only a prince can barely see it, what you brought today is only the emperor's will, but there are people outside the world, Shang Cixie, If you force me to death, you will only be cast aside by the heavens, and you will end up with a thousand swords in the end. Your mother clan and your power will all disappear like a passing cloud, and there will be no trace left in the history books... ...You are simply not as good as him."

After these curse-like words fell, Rong Mu shuddered suddenly.

This passage is too real, as if it came out of his mouth, the fire light drifted across the courtyard wall and went away, almost all the hidden guards and the imperial guards were dispatched, not even daring to leave a corner to find A boy in colorful clothes.

Green and white lights floated up and down like fireflies, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers scattered in the wind, falling down on Rong Mu's body.

Rong Mu took a deep breath, and fiddled with the osmanthus that had fallen on his cheeks, the white hair was immediately dotted with golden stars.

The flowers kept falling, and he lay under the tree, and soon he was covered with a golden quilt.

Rong Mu opened his eyes slightly, pulled up the white and purple hair with his fingers to take a look, and then threw it aside as if venting his enthusiasm.

He knew what Bi Jiangxue empathized with this time along with the secondary transformation.

It is the past of the person who once lived in Ting Zhi Que, and it is the source of Shang Cizhou's most painful and least willing to mention, and even because of this, he has no memory.

The severe pain in his chest subsided slowly, and Rong Mu's eyes were empty.

But why did Bi Jiangxue let him know all this?

There seemed to be a sweet aroma of rock sugar hawthorn between his lips and teeth, and Rong Mu's eyes blinked slowly under the mask of flowers.

In a trance, there was the sound of clear water, which made Rong Mu's eyelids feel sleepy. He knew that he was in a strange state, but he also knew that if Shang Cizhou couldn't find him, it would be a big trouble.

... Can the person who helped him get away with an arrow?With that kind of skill, I am afraid that he is also one of the best in the Southern Dynasties.

"Bi Jiangxue, Bi Jiangxue, what you did today really hurt me..."

Rong Mu is helpless right now, just like the owner of that voice back then.

The only difference is that he is not the slave of the southern generation who sacrificed himself for others, and Shang Cizhou is not the fledgling prince of the Shang Dynasty.

He has enough power and ability. He controls all corners of this big business. He is a powerful emperor above ten thousand people. As long as he wants to find someone, he can definitely search the whole city within half an hour.

After the whole body slowly calmed down, Rong Mu felt a bit of energy regained. He sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and wanted to use this time to see if he could get his hair back first.

But he didn't know if it was the first time he transformed into another form. He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't see the color of his hair changing. It was as white as snow, holding it in the palm of his hand, it was cool and soft, and there was a shocking sense of fragility.

Discouraged, Rong Mu knocked his head on the laurel tree a few times, and could only silently pray to the heavens to love him and protect him, so that everyone who saw him could forget his appearance—the best, the best.

It's all just a big dream.

Rusty bells are hanging on the red rope around the laurel tree, shaking and ringing, and there are traces of purple light carrying green and white fireflies flying into the night sky, pouring towards the bustling city.

Ding ding lingling.

Rong Mu didn't notice anything.

He thought endlessly, what should he say when he sees Shang Cizhou?Or just say that his hair turned white because of his anger—but how to explain this strange purple color?

In the distance, the courtyard door several rooms away was slammed open, the footsteps of the imperial guards were disorderly, Rong Mu seemed to have heard Li Suichuan's hurried voice.

"...Your Majesty, the hidden guards have also provided clues, and the person should be here."

Rong Mu heard someone humming in a low voice, footsteps came from the bluestone brick surface, the sound of brocade boots hitting the ground was extremely heavy, but it was the only sound, as if the rest of the guards were left in place.

Shang Cizhou turned a corner, and saw a huge osmanthus tree in his eyes. The osmanthus tree seems to be a hundred years old, and the red lucky ropes around it have faded, and the extremely rich and familiar fragrance of flowers is more obvious nose.

His eyes moved, and he walked towards the corner of the colorful clothes behind the tree.

The spot of light that had just flown into the city circled around the emperor, but it couldn't penetrate his body, and finally sank into the ground in aggrieved manner.

Rong Mu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, he tightly squeezed the wet palm, the finger bones were turning white.

The man's footsteps stopped behind the tree, and Rong Mu heard Shang Cizhou say in a daze: "Ting Zhi, are you here?"

Rong Mu swallowed silently, unable to speak.

His hair was blown and moved by the wind, sticking to his ears itchyly. In the dark night, the conspicuous white strands gradually dimmed and faded into pure black.

Shang Cizhou seemed to laugh twice, he walked around from behind, his eyes slowly looked sideways, the young man in colorful clothes gradually filled his vision.

Rong Mu heard Shang Cizhou slowly, slowly heaving a sigh of relief.

"Ah, sure enough here, Gu is still thinking, what if I can't find you, Ting Zhi, you just met Gu, why did you run away?"

Rong Mu paused, the hood of gold thread and silver thread covered his head, and with a slight movement, golden osmanthus stars fell out.

... The tyrant was really a little stimulated because of his running, and there was something wrong at the moment.

The firefly-like light spots around the osmanthus tree disappeared without knowing when, Shang Cizhou slowly approached: "Tingzhi, you asked Gu to wait for you at the same place, but you didn't come to look for Gu for a long time, in order to find you , but I have sent all the people I can send out, but don't be afraid, let them all wait outside."

Rong Mu really wanted to go back to the past, so he grabbed the Fourth Prince by the collar and asked him what he was doing, so he had to mess with the "Southern Slave" on the tip of his heart, now it's all right, let's be a good emperor Ten years has abruptly changed into this appearance!

The hood on the top of the head was gently knocked, shaking off a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus, Rong Mu watched Shang Cizhou slowly squat down, and carefully and affectionately brushed the broken leaves on the hem of his clothes.

After finishing all this, Rong Mu heard Shang Cizhou slowly heaving his chest, from top to bottom, raised his slender fingers to lift off his hat.

The night wind seemed to still carry the fragrance of hundreds of flowers in the distance, mixed with scattered gold, lingering around the two of them, Rong Mu looked into the emperor's eyes.

At this moment, this person's pupils seem to be a puddle of black ink that is so thick that it cannot be melted away. Although his expression is smiling, there is a shocking exclusivity and paranoia deep in his eyes.

Rong Mu opened his mouth, but before he could open his mouth, he saw the other party softly touched the tassel mask on his face, and took the little tank cub he was protecting in his arms.

Shang Cizhou glanced at him, then slowly looked at the round wooden vat held by one hand, touched it and said in a slow tone: "I'm so worried that I'm going to die, I found you... the little lotus."