Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

After a week of preparation, Lin Shuangchen finally prepared the studio according to Su Wujing's request. With a tired mood, Lin Shuangchen knocked on Su Wujing's door.

The door opened, and Su Wujie was wearing a casual long gown, a light blue custom-made one. Su Wujie had a slender figure, and his short hair was not out of place.

Even though they had met several times, Lin Shuangchen couldn't help but be attracted to Su Wujing. The feeling of keeping away from strangers and being aloof, was quite like a flower on a high mountain that was not stained by the mortal world.

He was afraid to get closer, but he couldn't help but want to get closer.

Lin Shuangchen slightly curled his lips, raised his hand and put it on his chest and leaned forward slightly, "Good afternoon, my noble highness."

Su Wujing glanced at Lin Shuangchen lightly, not liking Lin Shuangchen's frivolous tone, and passed by Lin Shuangchen directly.

Lin Shuangchen quickly followed and opened the door to Su Wujing's studio. He had decorated everything according to the ancient style of his study room, which took a lot of effort.

Su Wujing glanced around, his eyes fixed on the calligraphy and paintings hanging behind the desk, which seemed quite familiar.

He walked over and brushed his fingers over the yellowed paper. It should be an ancient authentic work of this world, with a bit of character.

Lin Shuangchen raised his eyebrows and boasted, "How do you think? These are all authentic works. I got them from grandpa."

Su Wujing hummed and didn't look any further. Instead, he turned to the desk and said, "Lay out the paper and grind the ink."

Lin Shuangchen obediently spread the drawing paper, took out the ink stick he bought at a high price, and started grinding it in the inkstone.

Su Wujing was not idle either. He went to the cabinet to pick out a few spices, grind them into powder, and put the incense seal into the incense burner to light it.

As the curls of cigarette smoke rose, Su Wujing felt a little at peace as he smelled the familiar fragrance.

Picking up the pen and dipping it in ink, Su Wujing lowered his eyes. The pen and ink smeared on the drawing paper, and in a short time, an ink-colored landscape was formed.

Simple black, alternating dark and light colors, without any extra color.

After the painting was completed, Su Wujing habitually mentioned two words in the corner.

"Boundless."

Lin Shuangchen read it out. He later learned about the history of the Xuan Kingdom. The reigning emperor of the Xuan Kingdom was not named Su, nor was he named Wuji.

But Su Wukong inscribed the word "Wu Jing", which proves that the name was probably given by the person who walked into Su Wukong's heart.

Boundless, endless...

Lin Shuangchen couldn't help but ask, "What special meaning does this name have?"

Su Wujing put down his pen and looked at those two words, tilting his head slightly. He no longer remembered it.

Where did his name come from and who was given it by him.

He only remembered that someone called him His Highness, and his name was Su Wujing.

Su Wujing lowered his eyes and didn't want to think about it anymore. He just scolded Lin Shuangchen in a cold voice, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

"Okay, okay! Everything your Highness said is right." Lin Shuangchen had no choice but to turn around and sit on the desk, facing the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and asked, "How is the studio? Is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"

Su Wujing pointed to the large floor-to-ceiling window, "I want purple flowers, bunches of flowers."

"Wisteria?" Lin Shuangchen tilted his head, took out his mobile phone, searched, and showed the retrieved pictures to Su Wujing, "Which one is it?"

Su Wujing looked over, sliding his finger across the screen, and clicked on one of the pictures, "Like this."

The light purple flowers hung down like a waterfall, like a romantic rain of flowers. Lin Shuangchen was a little surprised, "I didn't expect His Highness to be quite romantic."

Su Wujing looked at Lin Shuangchen in confusion. He just thought that there should be such flowers on the window sill. What does it have to do with romance.

Lin Shuangchen shook his cell phone and explained, "The flower language of wisteria, addictive love."

Su Wujing frowned, thinking that Lin Shuangchen was sick, but it was just a flower tree, where did it come from so many twists and turns.

Lin Shuangchen smiled, put away his phone, spread a new piece of drawing paper, took out a new inkstone, and put in purple paint, "Do you like to draw another one so much?"

Su Wujing did not refuse. He used a new brush to draw a half-open wooden window according to the memory, and added purple to it. Soon a beautiful wisteria painting was displayed on the paper. superior.

Lin Shuangchen was surprised. Not only was Su Wukong's painting good, but Su Wukong never paused or made any mistakes from the beginning. His painting skills were perfected, or it could be said that he had perfected his painting skills.

According to the Xuan Kingdom timeline given by Yun Yun, Su Wujing was turned into a corpse puppet when he was ten years old. He spent the next eight years fighting on the battlefield to open up territory for the Xuan Kingdom.

I don't know whether it was because of the fear of the world or other reasons, but Su Wijing's existence disappeared. He reappeared seven years later, that is, in the year when Su Wukong was twenty-five years old, he became a vicious spirit and destroyed the Xuan Kingdom. When he was discovered, Su Wujing still had broken shackles on his body.

No one knows what happened, because all those who knew about it died at the hands of Su Wujing.

No one knows where Su Wujing was or what he did in the intervening seven years, or who taught Su Wujing how to feel.

No one knew that Su Wujing's heartbeat was deliberately exploited, just to refine him into a vicious spirit and become a more powerful weapon. Someone really fell in love with him, sympathized with him, and took him out of the darkness.

The only thing that is clear is that Su Wujing, who became a corpse puppet, was transformed into a vicious spirit after having feelings, and broke free from the shackles of control, and in turn destroyed the Xuan Kingdom.

In seven years, he taught a corpse puppet without emotions how to paint, burn incense, and also made the corpse puppet have emotions. Lin Shuangchen had to admire him.

But Lin Shuangchen was more confused. He was afraid that he would not be able to get into Su Wujing's heart in a hundred and seven years.

Lin Shuangchen thought, his throat was suddenly pinched, and the feeling of suffocation was felt instantly. He came back to his senses and looked at Su Wujing in confusion, why should he fight with him if he was so good!

Su Wajing pressed Lin Shuangchen against the bookshelf with force. Looking at his painfully wrinkled face and the confusion in his eyes, Su Wijing said quietly, "I don't care who you are or what your purpose is for approaching me. As long as you are obedient, I can do it." I won’t pursue it. But if you have any other thoughts, I won’t mind destroying your merits and depriving you of reincarnation.”

Lin Shuangchen secretly screamed, raised his hand and patted Su Wujing's hand. How could he explain when he was pinched like this.

Su Wujing also realized this and stopped his strength to give Lin Shuangchen a chance to breathe.

Lin Shuangchen's heart was beating wildly as his breathing returned. He looked at Su Wujing helplessly, "What is it about me that makes His Highness dissatisfied? Can I change it?"

Su Wujing frowned slightly in the face of such a straightforward question. He didn't know what was wrong, but he just felt offended.

The indescribable feeling was just an intuition that Lin Shuangchen was deceiving and wanted to get something from him.

When Su Wujing didn't answer, Lin Shuangchen added, "I said that I will be your most loyal knight. I will never hurt you and will always be loyal to you."

The strength in his hand loosened again, Su Wujing lowered his hand and let Lin Shuangchen free, "It's best this way."