Reborn Bastard Supreme

Qing Huan was killed by his cowardice, just like Chang'an was killed by his ruthlessness. When he was pitiful or even ugly, those who cared about him left one by one, and finally became the throne, ruthless Unintentional tyranny and viciousness.

Gu Zhisu sat in front of the charcoal basin with his head propped up, fixedly staring at the porcelain pieces for a long time, finally stood up, his eyes glanced over the pear blossoms that were still in full bloom in the white porcelain plum vase on the table, and he took them out of his sleeves. A handkerchief was about to wrap up the tiles on the ground when he suddenly heard a creak, which made him raise his head vigilantly.

The scene in front of him did not change at all, but the flame of the candlestick was shaking. He stood up and looked suspiciously, and found that there was a thin gap in the window he had just closed, and the icy cold wind blew in through the gap. The room that was originally warmed by the charcoal fire was suddenly dragged into the cold room.

After firmly closing the two windows, Gu Zhisu was about to lower his body again, but before his fingers touched the hot porcelain, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Yi Yi's dagger, when he turned his head, happened to crash into a pair of unwavering dark blue eyes.

The man was still the same as when he first saw him, but there was no cloak on his body. He leaned against the screen and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes. , are completely different.

Gu Zhisu's hands froze instantly, but his eyes were extremely calm. He put the dagger on the table, as if he hadn't seen him, and lowered his body again to pick up the broken porcelain. As calm as he was, his fingertips were already scratched as soon as he touched it.

Seeing the blood dripping down his fingertips, he just frowned slightly, as if he didn't feel any pain, carefully wrapped the porcelain piece in the handkerchief, and was about to pick it up and put it on the table until Qing Huan When I came to clean up tomorrow, my fingers were suddenly held by the other hand, and the bloody handkerchief was taken aside.

He watched the man take out a snow-colored silk handkerchief from his arms, and lowered his head to wipe the blood on his finger for him.

The next moment, the snow-colored silk handkerchief was put aside, and his fingertips suddenly became warm.

Gu Zhisu watched him with a calm expression, as if he was doing the simplest thing, lowered his head and put his scratched finger between his lips, his warm tongue brushed across the wound on his fingertips, and his fair face immediately brushed away. There was a sound of red, and he was about to pull his hand back subconsciously, but the man held his wrist tightly. After struggling for a while, he had no choice but to give up. The warmth he received seemed to spread to his body, making him feel a little hot unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took before Gu Zhisu realized that the man let go of his fingers a little, and immediately wanted to pull his fingers back, but saw that the man held his knuckles with his backhand and used the pear flower embroidered Shepa bandaged him up, and after he broke into the room for a long time, he finally uttered a word carelessly.

"Red sleeves add fragrance, Tao is ruthless and also has feelings—isn't it, the essence?"