Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu also heard about the abolition of Prince Murong Zhao, about nine years ago.

At that time, Yan Wujiu was only 11 years old, Qingyuan County was far away from the emperor, and everyone didn't care about the Tian family's wife in the Bianjing Palace.Yan Wujiu heard about this matter from Liu Xun.

The reason why Liu Xun came to Qingyuan County was because he didn't want to enter the palace to accompany the prince.

"It's dangerous. If I listened to what my family said, I might be imprisoned along with me right now."

Yan Wujiu remembered that Liu Xun said so.

Liu Xun is a bit narcissistic, and he thinks he is talented. When the prince was still a prince, he looked down on him.

To be precise, Yan Wujiu had never heard of anyone he served.So much so that Wu Jiu didn't realize that he had actually voted for King Xu until he discovered the private relationship between Ran Heng and him.He didn't even think about it at first.

Yan Wujiu learned from Liu Xun that the abolished prince was detested and imprisoned by the emperor because of the witchcraft conspiracy. At that time, the abolished prince was 31 years old, with nothing under his knees, and no children.

Two years later, it was heard that Murong Zhao, a disabled man, went insane during his confinement, blamed the sage nonsense on a daily basis, and finally committed suicide.

I don't know if it was a real suicide or a suicide.

Unexpectedly, after only seven years, the old emperor who hated the prince so much that he refused to see him during his lifetime and after his death, now that he had a young son, his heart softened, and he began to feel sympathy for this poor son who died tragically.

However, Yan Wujiu had heard Liu Xun talk about many things about the nobles in the capital, but he had never heard that Xu Wang was so close to the crown prince.

I only heard that the old emperor was very sad because of the death of King Xu's mother and concubine, and that Ai Wu and Wu loved King Xu so much.

Even if the side hall of the north courtyard was deserted and deserted in the middle of the night, there was no guarantee that no one would come, Yan Wujiu and Song Xiao couldn't stay for a long time.

After exchanging information with each other, discussing how to contact each other in the future and what to do with each other, the two left one after the other.

Yan Wujiu went back to his courtyard, changed into loose white uniform, lit the lamp and opened the door.

Sticking to the candlelight, he did not hesitate to walk towards the wing where Fenlian was.

On the way, Yan Wujiu suddenly thought that others might be able to hide the fact that he went out to meet Song Xiao at night, but with Fen Lian's high martial arts skills and living so close to him, they should be able to detect his going out .

Walking to the door, Yan Wujiu knocked on the door three times symbolically.

"Master, I'm coming in."

This is more like a notice, and I don't know whether it is the master in the room of the notice, or someone outside the yard.

After finishing speaking, Yan Wujiu put his hand on the door, lightly shook it with internal force, and the door bolt broke.

He pushed the door open as if nothing had happened, and covered it behind his back.

If someone watched this scene from a distance, they would think that the people inside opened the door and let him in.

Yan Wujiu clings to the lamp and walks into the room.

It's been a long time tonight, and the holy monk didn't show up to look for him. Yan Wujiu was also very curious about how the demon monk Fenlian in the daytime would deal with the maddened himself at night.

Yan Wujiu went all the way into the bedroom, but he didn't see the figure of the monk, just when he thought that Fen Lian was the same as him, jumping out the window and leaving somewhere, he suddenly found a pair of shoes in front of the bed.

"Master, are you asleep?" Yan Wujiu asked standing on the spot.

There was a faint sound behind the closed curtain.

"Wu Jiu?" With a light and gentle voice, although there seemed to be no obvious emotion, Yan Wu Jiu knew immediately that this was the holy monk.

Yan Wujiu raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly annoyed, "Are you sleeping?"

Although it is very normal to lie on one's own bed and sleep at night, but Yan Wujiu was angry with righteousness.

He casually placed the candle on the table and walked straight to the bed.

The monk inside the bed curtain made a slightly confused and hesitant tone, as if he was puzzled.

Yan Wujiu had already walked to the bed, stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain, the next moment, his slightly angry expression was startled, and the next moment he smiled.

The eyebrows are curved, the long eyebrows are slightly raised, frivolous and mocking, and the smile is bad and sweet.

"Master, are you going to play some interesting game with me?"

Fen Lian's eyes were calm and gentle, and she looked at Yan Wujiu quietly, even in this situation, there was an aura of solemnity, sanctity and abstinence in her whole body.

"Wu Jiu, why did you tie up the little monk?" His eyes were slightly puzzled, but he was calm and trusting, with a touch of tolerance, like a spoiled urchin who made a harmless joke.

Yan Wujiu held back a smile and raised his eyebrows, looked at him innocently and blinked: "What does it have to do with me, I just came here."

In the memory of Fen Lian at night, the last moment was still sunrise, Yan Wujiu looked back and smiled slightly at him.The next moment I opened my eyes again, it was the night.

And he sat cross-legged on the bed, with slender golden silk wrapped around the wrists of his hands.

This thing is thin and extremely tough, it cannot be cut off by ordinary swords, nor can it be broken by ordinary internal force.Cutting gold and breaking bones is no problem.

Fen Lian looked at it in confusion, but remained motionless.

Because, this extremely rare golden silk is his own, and he is going to give it to Yan Wujiu.

It is also because, although this golden silk is dangerous, if it is tied to a person's wrist like this, if someone else struggles recklessly, they will probably be chopped into pieces.But the martial arts practiced by Fen Lian didn't do much harm to him.

It was also because, although the golden silk entangled him like this, it seemed useless, but the other end of the golden silk was entangled with the flowerpot.It was Fen Lian's favorite flowerpot where Yan Wujiu's tea flowers were planted.If he didn't pay attention when breaking free, the flowerpot would fall to pieces.

Fen Lian kept watching, calculating what angle of strength to catch the potted flower in time.As a result, he found that the design of this mechanism was very convoluted, and the time was too late.

However, Fen Lian soon gave up thinking like this.Because he heard Yan Wujiu's voice not far away.

Since Yan Wujiu is by his side, it is probably Yan Wujiu's intention that he be tied up like this.

He just listened to Yan Wujiu's voice like this, occasionally staring at the potted flower, or sitting in a meditation posture, closing his eyes and meditating.

However, Yan Wujiu seemed to have jumped out the window.

Realizing the fact that she was staying here alone, Fen Lian's mind went blank.

Until, I heard Yan Wujiu's voice coming back again.He heard him open the door and walk towards him.

"Isn't it Wujiu?" Yan Wujiu said so, and Fen Lian believed it. He looked at the potted flower, "Wujiu, can you help the little monk take down the flowerpot on the top of the bedpost. Be careful not to touch the golden flower pot." Silk. This thing is sharp."

Yan Wujiu rested his hand on the bedpost, couldn't stop laughing, even though his smile was bright and vicious, this person rarely made superfluous small movements, even smiling like this would only make people feel noble and beautiful.

"So, did Lianlian accidentally fall into the pan silk hole?" Yan Wujiu's fingers curiously plucked lightly on the dark golden silk thread.

The thread is indeed extremely tough and strong, if there is any more effort, Yan Wujiu's fingertips will be cut open.

He looked down at the shallow white marks, his smile unchanged.

"It's really dangerous, don't move the lotus." Yan Wujiu never thought that in order to restrict himself from running around at night, the demon monk Fenlian would come up with such an idea, using the flower pot of the holy monk Fenlian to threaten the poor hold him.

But tomorrow morning, how will he solve this predicament?

Once Yan Wujiu thought, the demon monk Fen Lian would not cherish this potted flower, if it fell to the ground and broke, wouldn't the secret he hid in the pot be exposed?

His smile remained the same, but there was a little anger in his eyes that seemed to be anger but not anger.

With that gorgeous and beautiful face, it is true that people will be fascinated when he smiles, but when he is angry and fierce, it is even more thrilling.

Fen Lian looked at him intently, and sighed slightly: "No way. Before you came, the little monk had already thought of a way to take it off. It's safer to just take it without blame."

Before Yan Wujiu could say anything, the monk in front of him suddenly moved.

The pulled golden silk immediately moved her whole body, and the next moment, Fen Lian was still sitting on the bed, holding a pot of flowers firmly in her hands.

However, the drawn golden silk mechanism was completely triggered, and several knots were entangled between the bed, the pillar and the monk, completely trapping him in the middle.

On Fen Lian's plain white monk's robe, there were several rips, from which faint blood oozes.Only the potted flower in her arms was intact, with the buds blooming a little.

He looked at Yan Wujiu calmly, his eyes were like the temperature of the burning fire in July: "Young monk remembers, this is Wujiu's most important secret, you will keep it safe if you agree, and you will definitely do it."

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, his smile was like a sea of ​​tea flowers quietly blooming in the night, gorgeous but also dark.

He leaned over, put his fingers through the golden silk net, and gently stroked the bloodstain on the monk's face, laughing in a low voice, frivolous and gentle: "In this way, you will really fall into the coiled silk hole, holy monk." .”

He leaned over and stared at the monk with smiling amber brown eyes: "If I eat you, will I live forever?"

It was like being caught in a midsummer or late spring dream.

The golden silk was separated from the torn monk's robe, and in those slender and flawless fingers, they were docile and obedient.

The bleeding place was gently blown, and if there were still soft kisses falling, it would be like instant healing.

Fen Lian's hand held his wrist, and everything about this person seemed perfect and fragile in his eyes, neither too light nor too heavy.If it is too light, it cannot be grasped, and if it is too heavy, it will break.

I was silently reciting the scriptures that the five aggregates are clear and bright, and the color is emptiness. The expression was solemn with no desires, no desires, no desires, and no desires. She obviously wanted to push away and stop him, but after a stalemate, she took the initiative to hug that person tightly into her arms.

"Eat you, will you live forever?"

If his flesh and blood can really live forever, he is willing to sacrifice his blood and flesh to irrigate this Tumi demon flower.

How could I like this person so much.

My heart will be slightly sour, like the stinging but sweet moment when he kisses the wound.

It's like being in the endless night, the world is only a light like a bean in a square inch around you, so no amount of joy can cover and illuminate the whole world.

The liking for this person is the light that illuminates the world, and because it is constantly passing through the boundless darkness, his liking will never stop and never be satisfied.

The boundless darkness is the past and day that he does not have. Only the place where this person is is like the reality of the short-lived clear and orderly structure in the dream.

Sometimes even Fen Lian himself will be confused for a moment, he is like a lonely soul who can only appear in the dark forever, and will disappear when the light of the sky appears.

Just like the hand-in-hand tour last night, July and a half is clearly the bleak and desolate Obon Festival, but because of hand-in-hand tour with this person, it is like being in the Lantern Festival.

Kissing and desecrating an ascetic and clean monk is like blackening a piece of white paper, and there is nothing special about it.

However, letting a ruthless monk take the initiative to kiss and break the ban because of himself is like a white paper floating on its own.

Yan Wujiu leaned his back against the wall inside the bed, the monk who was leaning against him kept his eyes calm and serene as usual, so holy and clean that he had no lustful distractions, but he was kissing him intently.

Yan Wujiu half closed his eyes, what did he do here tonight?

Some can't remember.

From very early on, he knew that there was something wrong with this body, and it had a disability that absolutely could not be known to anyone.

Yan Wujiu accepted this fact very early on, except he couldn't make anyone who knew this secret a little bit paranoid, he didn't have any troubles about it.

However, it never occurred to him that there would be such a loss of control.

Although he couldn't respond, his heart was beating very fast. In that dizzy and eager disorder, every time he was kissed, it was as if an inch was burned, the ice and snow melted, and he trembled like a trembling.

Not annoying, even comfortable.However, make him feel depressed.

It's like, he is the one who will live forever after eating it, and was held in the lair by the monster.

Yan Wujiu frowned slightly, closed his eyes, covered his brows and eyes with the back of his hand, sighed like a long sigh, seemed angry but soft: "No more."

That person was very obedient, and when he said that, he really stopped there quietly, wrapped him in a thin quilt, and hugged him carefully.

With a clear and pure voice like Sanskrit, he said softly to him: "I want to look at Wujiu in the sunlight of daytime. What kind of little monk in the daytime is he like? Does he like Wujiu too? Like me, I like Wujiu ?"