It is said that the people I protect are admired by the Six Realms

"Zhen Chong?" Qu Bin was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed strangely, "How can I not remember? How can I not remember Tanhua Lang in Bingshen year?"

Bai Moqian was shocked when he heard the words, Zhen Chongbing won the Jinshi in Shennian, so why did he write to his family to tell the good news in the second year of Xianheng?

Qu Bin sighed, "I have worked hard all my life. I have walked the streets of Chang'an City countless times, but Chang'an is so big that there is no room for Qu Bin. Why? Why?"

Bai Moqian pursed his thin lips, he was silent for a while, and after Qu Bin's mood calmed down, he continued to ask: "After that, do you still have contact with Zhen Chongke?"

Qu Bin thought for a while, "In the beginning we would give each other poems and essays, but after a year I went to Chang'an to take part in the scientific examination, posted a post to visit him, but was turned away, and we never saw each other again. "

Bai Moqian frowned, there were too few clues, and it was impossible to find out what Qu Bin said. He asked, "Do you still remember the situation when you were looking for him that day?"

Qu Bin sneered, "I remember, I have remembered it for more than 300 years, and I have never forgotten it."

At that time, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and a gust of north wind blew by, like tearing cotton wool, and it was snowing heavily one after another.

He stood outside the mansion with cold hands and feet, and the sound of singing, dancing and laughter could be heard from inside the high walls from time to time.

After waiting for about two hours, the rich door of the mansion opened slowly, and Zhen Chong, dressed in brocade and red robes, sent the guests out of the mansion.

"Brother Zhen stay here." The leader was a general, and he saluted Zhen Chong neatly.

"It's snowing late at night, Brother Gongsun, be careful on the road." Zhen Chong returned the salute with his hands clasped.

The carriage rattled across the street, leaving two rows of dark car marks. He stamped his already frozen feet and hurriedly stepped forward, calling Zhen Chong respectfully, "Brother Zhen, please stay safe."

Zhen Chong seemed to be frightened, the smile on his face froze instantly, and asked coldly: "What did you hear? Tell me, what did you hear?"

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured into his head, freezing from head to toe.

Qu Bin sneered, "When we went to Chang'an together, we swore to say, 'If we are rich, we will never forget each other.

Bai Moqian was silent for a while, "You said...that general's accent is from Jiangling?"

"En." Qu Bin's voice lowered a little.

Bai Moqian turned to look at Li Shao.

Li Shao smiled helplessly, "Take a day off tomorrow, and then leave for Jiangling the next day."

"En!" Bai Moqian grinned, he nodded, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

The resentment came back, and before he could calm down to recuperate, he anxiously followed Li Shao to Rong Xun's house to save someone, but he was not rescued, and the matter of Wenqu Temple was involved.

Most of the day, her nerves were highly tense, and after this she would relax, Bai Moqian felt sore and weak all over.

Li Shao raised his hand to hold him tightly in his arms, lowered his eyes and said: "Save your strength, I will carry you back to rest."

Bai Moqian leaned against Li Shao's arms for a while, but his head was still very dizzy. At that moment, he obediently changed back to a white rabbit, curled up in Li Shao's sleeves, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and Bai Moqian felt that he had fallen into a hot spring, and his limbs and bones were full of warmth.

"Ah Mo, get up." A warm breath came from his ears, and Bai Moqian shivered, opened his eyes, and turned his head.

Li Shao was sitting on the side of the bed putting on his shoes, Bai Moqian rubbed his eyes, looked down at the surrounding scenery, and once again empathized with the apprentice.

After Li Shao dressed, he pulled Bai Moqian out of the quilt, let him lean into his arms, and talked to him in a low voice while dressing Bai Moqian.

The movements were done in one go, and the body seemed to be used to it. He found a comfortable place, rubbed his head, and continued to sleep.

Bai Moqian suddenly resisted others leaning in Li Shao's arms, so he opened his eyelids forcibly, struggling to sit up from Li Shao's arms, "Don't lean on, don't lean on, two big men, put on your own clothes!"

After all, the owner of this body is not Bai Moqian, and his body is still pressed against Li Shao's chest, as if he is competing with Bai Moqian.

So, Bai Moqian was so angry that he bared his rabbit teeth, which had no deterrent effect.

Seeing that the person in his arms was restless, Li Shao thought he was acting coquettishly about getting up, so he raised his hand and rubbed Bai Moqian's head, "Don't make trouble, Ah Mo, take it home late for morning class, the master will punish you again. "

When Li Shao spoke, there was a slight smile on his lips. When he was young, his eyes were lighter than now, and when he smiled, his eyes rolled around, full of tenderness.

Bai Moqian stared blankly, letting Li Shao put on his clothes.

When the two of them arrived at the bamboo house, the apprentices in white robes had already sat down neatly, and everyone greeted them with smiles when they saw them walk in.

"Morning brother—"

"Morning, little brother—"

Li Shao led Bai Moqian to sit down on the seat, and Bai Moqian slowly raised his head to look at Li Shao who was sitting in front of him, "Senior brother?"

He called softly, looking a little dazed.

This title was so familiar that Bai Moqian felt that at some point, he had engraved these two characters into his blood.

Brother.

Brother, let's make an agreement. I will come back when the peach tree in the back mountain blooms. At that time, you must wait for me under the tree.

When Bai Moqian woke up again, he found himself lying on Li Shao's bed, hugging his embroidered pillow and calling out "senior brother" loudly.

He sat up in embarrassment, only to realize that Li Shao and he were not the only ones in Li Shao's room.

A handsome man with a white jade crown and a silver robe with gold patterned peonies is sitting beside the desk and chatting with Li Shao.

I just heard the man take out a jade peony from his sleeve and put it on the desk and said: "Wei Zi loves his daughter very much, and accidentally hurt Mr. Bai. I came to make amends today. This Ruiyu is an apology from the peony family. I hope Mr. Calm down."

Bai Moqian was stunned when he heard that, it seemed that this handsome man was Yao Huang, the King of Peony Flowers.

Li Shao glanced at Ruiyu with downcast eyes, took a sip of tea and said, "Come here, rabbit."

"Hey," Bai Moqian agreed, lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

Yao Huang said "Offended", he raised his hand to grab Bai Moqian's arm, and with a little force, pulled him to kneel down in front of him.

Bai Moqian was startled, struggling to get up, Yao Huang parted his thin lips lightly, said "don't move", reached out and took the Ruiyu on the desk in his hand, exerting force with both palms, the Ruiyu turned into a golden yellow Flour.

Yao Huang squeezed a talisman with his right hand, stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his left hand and pressed it on Bai Moqian's forehead, and the golden yellow powder slowly penetrated from his fingertips into the center of Bai Moqian's eyebrows.

Bai Moqian suddenly felt that most of the suffocation in his chest was relieved, he put his palms up on his legs, breathed out his luck, and most of the soreness in his body disappeared.

About half an hour later, Yao Huang withdrew his hand and bowed respectfully to Bai Moqian, "I apologize to the young master on behalf of Ah Zi. Shu'er has committed a serious crime, and we will strictly discipline him. This Ruiyu is the condensed spiritual power of the Peony clan for thousands of years. It can help Mr. Bai to recuperate his spiritual power, Mr. Don't ask Mr. to break the curse to heal your wounds, this..."

Li Shao put the teacup on the desk and interrupted Yao Huang, "Are you finished? Long-winded."

Yao Huang pursed his thin lips, glanced at Bai Moqian, said "Farewell", and turned to leave.

Bai Moqian frowned, Yao Huang just said not to let Li Shao break the spell to heal his wounds, did he mean that he refused to drink the medicine that day and Li Shao spent his spiritual power on him?

Thinking back carefully, the weird string of blood-red charms on Li Shao's wrist, the fire phoenix that appeared in Wenqu Temple, and everyone's attitude towards Li Shao all the time.

All these seemingly casual coincidences, if put together and carefully considered, Bai Moqian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Apart from other things, Li Shao is just a mortal relative of the emperor, how can he be worthy of being a peony king who has practiced for more than 500 years and respectfully call him "Sir"?

Li Shao's identity is definitely not as simple as the emperor's uncle.

Thinking so, Bai Moqian raised his head to look at Li Shao, and narrowed his eyes.

Li Shao was leaning on the cushion to read a book, with a few strands of black hair scattered on his forehead, his eyes were half closed, with a faint smile between his brows, like a statue of a beauty.

Bai Moqian swallowed, okay, even if Li Shao is not simple, he must be a good person, with such a good-looking appearance, how could he be a vicious person.

So White Rabbit decided to secretly observe Li Shao in order to solve the mystery of Li Shao's identity.

At night, Shutong cut off the moonlight all over the place, startled the birds on the branches, and flew to the night sky with fluttering wings.

Bai Moqian turned back into a rabbit, lightly jumped onto the roof, gently pushed aside a roof tile with his paws, and put his head closer to look inside.

Li Shao was sitting in front of the desk reading a book, he got up and made a pot of tea for himself, then sat down next to the desk again, holding the scroll and reading carefully.

It's no different from usual, reading books, making tea, and monotonous things are always repeated day after day.

Bai Moqian stared at the roof for a while before falling asleep, when he heard a knock on the door, he was startled and opened his eyes wide for a closer look.

The shop waiter brought in a bucket of hot water and then backed out. Li Shao put down his book, stood up and walked to the bathtub, raised his hand and took off the vermilion robe outside.

Bai Moqian's old face blushed, it looked like Li Shao was about to take a bath, he blinked his eyes, retracted his head, and was about to let it go, when suddenly his eyes swept away, and his scalp exploded.

Li Shao took off his shirt and exposed his back. He saw that his back was densely covered with scars, some were whip wounds, some were scalded, and some were wounds from being bitten alive. In short, there was not a single inch of skin on his back Intact.

Those wounds continued to his arms, and Li Shao turned his back to him. According to the condition of the wounds, it is very likely that Li Shao's entire body is covered with large and small wounds!

Bai Moqian's nose turned sore and his eyes turned red.

What did he go through to get hurt like this?

Bai Moqian turned back into a human body, and he sat down on the roof, wiping his tears with his hands.

Distressed.

Especially distressed.

Li Shao's hand on the belt paused, he glanced at the roof with the end of his eyes, frowned slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the wound on his body, raised his hand, pulled the vermilion robe over his body, and walked to the screen back.

Bai Moqian didn't sleep well all night, and the scene of Li Shao lying on the ground covered in blood kept appearing in his dreams.

Having breakfast on the second day, there was a pile of delicacies on the table, Bai Moqian was sleepy, he sat on the side in a daze after eating a few mouthfuls.

Li Shao raised his eyes and glanced at Bai Moqian, "What's wrong? No appetite?"

Holding the teacup, Bai Moqian stared at the tender green shoots in the white porcelain cup, and shook his head.

Luoyang City Yin posted a notice, telling the people of Luoyang City the ins and outs of the cardamom girl's suicide by cutting her wrists.

Qu Bin's soul was sent to the Yin Division, and he was carrying a life debt. The Emperor of Heaven was furious and sent him to the [-]th floor of Shura Hell, where he would not be reborn forever.

Rong Xun lost his soul in order to save Wei Shu.

Wei Shu was stripped of his celestial status by the Emperor of Heaven, and reduced to a mortal. He worked as a servant girl in Luoyang City Yin's Mansion to pay off the debt of Rong Xun's lifelong infatuation with her.

But tracing back to the source, these three people all have obsessions that cannot be resolved.

Qu Bin failed in many trials, Wei Shu and his lover were separated from each other, and Rong Xun couldn't fall in love.

The obsession that cannot be let go finally turned into a demon, harming the world.

While people sigh endlessly, only the helplessness of the unpredictable world remains.It is said that my fate is up to me, but how many people are obsessed with turning into demons because of the impermanent destiny?

After Bai Moqian finished his breakfast, he and Li Shao traveled southward to Jiangling by water.

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Jinjiang Literature and the author wish dear readers and friends: Happy and safe Spring Festival holiday!At the same time, warmly remind everyone to wash hands frequently, wear masks, ventilate more and avoid gathering~