Actually I am white lotus

"Such a beautiful white lotus like him is really rare"

1.

He is the holy son of the White Lotus Sect, born with an appearance that charms all living beings, and it is his destiny to become a blue-faced disaster.

Since he was sensible, he has been crying in front of the mirror every day.

A little goblin like him will definitely attract court and martial arts to compete for him, stirring up blood and blood in the rivers and lakes.Then his fate was like that duckweed, which experienced several ups and downs under the man's coveted eyes.

No, he doesn't believe in fate!

When he was five years old, he begged the leader to allow him to serve the Holy Spirit in the temple for life without contact with outsiders.

The leader had been begged by him for five full months, and was finally moved by his sincerity, and said to him: "Go as soon as you want, and don't break into my room in the middle of the night again."

It's a pity that things backfired. In his year, the old leader passed away unexpectedly, and the first thing the new leader did when he took office was to invite the Holy Son to hold the grand ceremony.

Facing the stunning reflection in the lake, Xiaoyao, who has become more and more charming, shed a pearly tear.

"You're still here."

A few steps away, the handsome young man standing with a sword was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"who are you?"

Xiaoyao never believed in orders, but she could not disobey them either.

He took one last look at his beautiful figure in the lake, and stretched out his crystal clear jade hand towards the young man.

The young man stared at his hand for a long while without moving.

Xiaoyao thought to himself that this person is not simple, he can resist such a temptation, but that's it.

He was sarcastically and self-deprecatingly smiling again, his arms were raised slightly, revealing his white wrists.

This time the young man really moved, he took two steps closer and said, "How long has it been since you cut your nails?"

"..."

Xiaoyao understood that he was deliberately making herself angry to get his attention, well, he succeeded.

Xiaoyao suddenly turned over, lifted her hem, and her snow-white jade feet gently swept across the water.

The more innocent, the more deadly.

Xiaoyao began to regret that he shouldn't have ruined the young man's life on the spur of the moment, leaving him in the pain of not getting what he wanted for the rest of his life.

The young man's expression froze, and he frowned and said, "You haven't cut your toenails yet? How can you be so sloppy?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

"..."

"Are you dumb?"

"..."

"Why are you scratching me? A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

Xiaoyao looked at the young man who squatted down to carefully trim his nails and said in his heart, he still fell in love with me after all.

The young leader didn't know what was going on in his heart, and while supporting his soles, he said with emotion: "Your claws are too sharp, like a cat. If I hadn't been able to hide quickly, I'm afraid I might not be able to keep my skin."

Xiaoyao's eyes softened, he was praising him as noble and glamorous like a cat.

When Nian Ruiming raised his head, he met this gaze and couldn't help being startled.

"Father said that you have heart disease, and you must be autistic. I am indeed the one who was abrupt today."

"..."

"The taste that cannot be expressed is very bitter."

"...not bitter."

"Huh?" Nian Ruiming asked in surprise, "Can you talk?"

"..."

He said happily: "You should talk more, so that your voice won't be so obscure."

"..."

"Why are you pinching me?"

The young leader rubbed the large and small bruises on his arms, and discussed important matters with the elders of the teaching, Xiaoyao kept nodding behind the curtain.

"According to the report from the spies, rumors spread wildly in the capital that the third prince was assassinated."

Xiaoyao nodded: "Blame me."

"Left protector reported that the branch was attacked by unknown people."

"Blame me."

"The right protector is not feeling well. I can't meet the leader today. Please forgive me."

Xiaoyao looked sad: "It's all my fault."

He knew in his heart that the world was destined not to be peaceful since he was born.

However, his exquisite heart does not allow him to give up on himself.At least at this moment, he said to himself, he can keep my beauty.The later the world sees his beauty, the later it will fall into madness.

After the discussion was over, everyone retreated, and the two of them were left in the room. Xiaoyao resolutely walked out of the curtain.

"Please give me a mask!"

It was a simple mask, and it was also an ugly mask.

A piece of black cloth cut three holes!

The moment Xiaoyao saw the mask, his feet went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

"Why don't you go down the mountain and buy one?"

"Funds are tight in teaching, so save as much as you can."

"Why don't you ask your subordinates to make one?"

"Everyone is busy preparing for the grand ceremony, and I will do it myself if I can."

A trace of anxiety flashed across Xiaoyao's eyes: "So you will also make the clothes I wear at the grand ceremony?"

Nian Ruiming smiled shyly, and the answer was self-evident.

Xiaoyao suddenly felt sad, and tears fell down.

Seeing him crying suddenly, Nian Ruiming coaxed him in a hurry: "If you like it, I will make all your clothes from now on."

Hearing this, Xiaoyao couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He thought with tears streaming down his face that the sacrifice was for the sake of the common people in the world.

For the common people of the world!

When Xiaoyao tearfully put on the clothes that Nian Ruiming personally prepared for him, everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

It is rumored that the Holy Son is a maverick, and it is true.

Xiaoyao lowered his head, and the black cloth mask blocked all his expressions. He sat on the seat with a bowed body, touched the scroll at hand, and looked at the clean table.

In fact, he was ready to make a weeping face.

A beauty like him who deliberately hides her face will never be forgiven by the world. There will definitely be young disciples who will come to tease him without knowing the importance, and then accidentally remove his mask during the tugging, and will bow down under his clothes from then on Down.

Sure enough, after sitting for less than a moment, a sect master walked over timidly.

"Son……"

He seemed to be hesitating a bit, speaking rather hesitantly.

Xiaoyao was silent, he was afraid that if he spoke, the other party would be fascinated by his charming voice.

The door master secretly glanced at the three holes in Xiaoyao's face, gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask who made this mask."

Who did it, he dared to ask this question.

Xiaoyao felt a dull pain in his heart, and no longer cared about his determination to keep his mouth shut, he uttered two words with great difficulty: "Master..."

The sect master was also very surprised: "It turned out to be the leader."

Xiaoyao nodded slightly, no one but him could bear such a painful experience.

The door master took out the exquisite wooden mask in his hand and said: "I have always described myself as exquisite in craftsmanship, and tried to make the most gorgeous clothes for the Holy Son, but I did not expect to disappoint the good intentions of the leader. The leader always said that the development of the Holy Church needs to be down-to-earth, Don't let the golden and jade look ruin the inside, the majestic and tall appearance can make people afraid, but it can't make people feel awe. I always said that the leader is young and ignorant of world affairs, I didn't expect that it was me who couldn't see through. "

He cupped his hands to Xiaoyao and said, "The holy son's words are like enlightenment, I am very grateful!"

Xiaoyao kept staring at the mask in his hand, but didn't listen to a word. Seeing him thanking him at this time, she thought he was finally going to give the mask away, so she was overjoyed, and quickly said, "You're welcome."

He stretched out his hand, but the door master avoided it and said, "Don't bother me, Son, I'll do it myself." Then under Xiaoyao's blank gaze, he snapped off the mask with a "click" and threw it on the ground and stepped on it twice. foot.

"..."

A weeping expression hung on Xiaoyao's face, but unfortunately through the thick black cloth, the door master only saw a pair of squinting eyes.

Ah, the Son laughed.

Feeling very satisfied, the head of the sect said goodbye and turned around, leaving behind a sad Xiaoyao and a broken mask.

When Nian Ruiming came back, Xiaoyao had been squatting on the ground for a long time.

He walked over to pick up the remains of the mask and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoyao didn't answer, but murmured: "I should have known, I should have known."

He is so weak, so it will naturally arouse the desire of others to bully him, and that sect master is no exception.

Nian Ruiming glanced at him, then at the object in his hand, and said clearly, "You are learning how to make a mask from me? It doesn't matter if you have a bad hand, I will teach you slowly later."

Xiaoyao took a deep breath, he never thought that saving common people would have to face such deep despair.

How long can I last?

He drew back his eyelashes slightly, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the duckweed was still supported by running water, what about him?

Feeling his sadness, Nian Ruiming hesitated for a moment, and gently put his arms around his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, everything depends on me."

Xiaoyao's fingertips trembled, and she turned her head movedly, yes, and the leader has a deep affection for him.

Then I heard Nian Ruiming continue to say: "It doesn't matter if you have a hidden disease, your hands and feet are not working well, and you can't speak clearly. Can't our dignified holy religion not even afford to support a holy son?"

"..."

"Why did you kick me?"

Nian Ruiming attended the succession ceremony with a limp.

Xiaoyao only cares about his shadow every day and feels sorry for himself. He didn't know any prayers, and said a few "babbles" indiscriminately, and poured out the holy water in the basin.

The young leader was splashed all over his head and face, and his clothes were completely wet.He recalled the scene when Xiaoyao's toes touched the lake when he first met him, and he wiped his face and said, "Water for washing your feet?"

"..."

The atmosphere turned sharply down, and the scene froze immediately.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak.They all stared at Xiaoyao in unison.

Xiaoyao pursed her lips and said, "Not only have you washed your feet, but you've also taken a bath."

Everyone gasped again in unison, but the sect master who admired him stood up and knelt down with a "plop".

"It turns out that the Holy Son has been baptized with holy water, and the revival of our holy religion is hopeful!"

When he knelt down, the sect masters behind him exchanged glances and knelt down.Immediately, like the wind and waves passing through the forest, Hulala fell to his knees.

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

Faced with this situation, Xiaoyao has only one thought in his heart.

They were really mesmerized.

The young leader finished the ceremony wetly. When he changed his clothes and came out of the room, he had an extra piece of green cloth in his hand.

"I remade you a mask, do you like it?"

Xiaoyao understands that he is clumsily trying to please herself, but his reason and emotion do not allow him to accept his kindness.

"It's too ugly, I don't like it."

"Ugly?" Nian Ruiming picked up the green cloth and unfolded it, "I think it's cute."

He even cut out a smiling face!

In this way, Xiaoyao was even more unwilling to accept it.When he was expressionless, he was already extremely beautiful, but when he smiled, wouldn't it be that the sun and the moon are not shining.

Xiaoyao said sadly: "I'm afraid I'll cry myself."

The beautiful skin is such a heavy shackle to him, how beautiful he is, how sad his heart will be.

Nian Ruiming thought for a while, and said with relief: "As long as you pay more attention to cleanliness, wash and change clothes frequently, and tidy yourself well, you won't be ugly. Naturally, you will be worthy of my mask."

"..."

"Why did you poke my eye?"

10.

Ox.

For Xiaoyao, this word is so far away and such a strange existence, it should never be with him for life.

Until he met a blind leader.

11.

Xiaoyao was not as angry as expected, but a little happy.

The world loves his peerless appearance, only Nian Ruiming doesn't know beauty or ugliness, but only loves his crystal-like heart.

Xiaoyao suddenly felt that he was different from those superficial mortals, he was simple and connotative, and he became more and more pleasing to the eye, and even put on the green mask that he usually dislikes in every possible way.

He wanted to treat him better.Be nice to this unique person who loves him.

Because in the not-too-distant future, Nian Ruiming will find that his love is so insignificant, vulnerable in the torrent of the world, and facing contenders from all directions, his holy religion can no longer shield Xiaoyao from wind and rain.

Xiaoyao's gaze at Nian Ruiming also changed from pity to pity, and he let him hold his hands.

"Why are your hands so dark? Haven't bathed for a few days?"

Xiaoyao remained silent, he found that Nian Ruiming was actually very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a jade crown, even the corners of his lips...

"Next time, you must not wash your feet in the holy lake. You have washed the water for more than ten years, and it has already stinks."

Even the corners of the mouth...

"Everyone has the love of beauty, you don't need to be sloppy even if you are a man."

--Snapped!

Nian Ruiming covered the corner of his mouth and said aggrievedly, "Why did you hit me?"

Xiaoyao sighed leisurely, walked towards the pool with light steps, picked off a lotus, and held it in her arms.

"Which is more beautiful, me or the lotus?"

Nian Ruiming said without hesitation, "Lotus."

Xiaoyao tore off the petals, watched them fall to the soil one after another, no longer noble, and said sadly: "The lotus is me, and I am the lotus."

Nian Ruiming said thoughtfully, "The lotus is still beautiful."

"..."

Xiaoyao threw away the lotus and hooked his hands at him: "Do you know why I hit you?"

Nian Ruiming shook his head: "Why?"

Xiaoyao smiled charmingly and licked her vermilion lips.

Nian Ruiming: "Your mouth is dry, you'd better drink more water."

Xiaoyao: "...Come here, I'll tell you why I beat you."

Nian Ruiming walked over as promised.

--Snapped!

"Why did you hit me again?"

12.

How could he not have the beauty of lotus?

Xiaoyao didn't believe it, and was even more unwilling.

It must be that Nian Ruiming deliberately spoke ironically to anger him.

He won't give up easily!

His naked body lay on the black satin, which made his skin whiter like snow, and the moonlight shrouded his body like a soft veil, adding a touch of seductive color.

Indescribable emotions flashed in Nian Ruiming's deep eyes.

"This is my bed."

"Really? Maybe I remembered wrongly."

Xiaoyao didn't get up, turned over and crossed one leg, revealing a delicate collarbone and a small white jade-like calf.

Nian Ruiming moved, approached the head of the bed, and gently hugged him.

Xiaoyao leaned on his shoulder meekly, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

The night is alluring, not as good as his frown and smile.

Xiaoyao closed her eyes, feeling the powerful arms supporting him all the way...

into his room?

Nian Ruiming put him on the bed, wrapped him in a quilt carefully, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said "rest early".

Then go!

gone!

Xiaoyao lay on the bed stunned, unable to figure out what went wrong.

He has put down his figure and betrayed his appearance, how could Nian Ruiming resist the temptation of his body.

Does he really have any charm for him?

13.

Xiaoyao tossed and turned all night, and when the first ray of sunlight came in through the pane, she couldn't wait to stand in front of the mirror and look at herself carefully.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, as if the sky is full of flowers, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.Looking closely, the snow-white skin is flimsy, with a faint blush, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the word "sloppy", let alone "ugly".

"I am naturally beautiful."

Xiaoyao asked the beauty in the mirror:

"Has the eyes of the world changed?"

He has lived alone for so many years, has the world changed?

Xiaoyao was secretly grieving, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, blissful to his heart, remembering that there are holy scriptures that only the Holy Son can understand in the religion.

He shut himself down too early, and stayed away from the human habitation before he could take over the scriptures from the previous generation of holy sons.

Xiaoyao didn't procrastinate any longer, put on the mask and ran to the library, and sure enough, he found the "White Lotus Treasure Book" on the innermost floor.

"White Lotus Treasure Book" introduces [-] kinds of white lotus in detail, including the Virgin Mary type, the White Moonlight type, and the coquettish bitch type... Among them, the last one is the deadliest.

In addition to the main character, the heartthrob type!

The more Xiaoyao looked at it, the more frightened she became. Isn't that what he was talking about?

Besides him, whose beauty is worthy of the word "thriller"?

Suddenly, he felt that the fog that had lingered in front of his eyes had all dissipated, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Rolling up the treasure mirror, Xiaoyao couldn't wait to find Nian Ruiming, and wanted to share her new discovery with him, and wipe away the shame by the way.

Seeing him, Nian Ruiming was also very excited, and said first: "Have you seen the dancer from the Western Regions that Guardian Zuo brought back today? I have never seen such a beauty."

Xiaoyao has never seen Nian Ruiming like this before, he is always dull and unable to speak in front of him, which makes him unhappy.

But at this moment, Nian Ruiming described to him with high spirits how beautiful and different the dancers from the Western Regions are, and how gorgeous their dancing postures are.

He rambled on for a long time before he remembered the business, glanced at the book in Xiaoyao's hand and said, "I'm sorry, what do you want from me?"

Xiaoyao opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak a single word as if there was a lump in his throat.

Turns out he wasn't unattractive.

It turned out that he didn't understand appreciation.

It's just that he can never see his beauty.

It turns out that except for the main character, it's the taste of a heartthrob.

14.

"Holy Son? Xiaoyao?"

Nian Ruiming waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Xiaoyao withdrew her thoughts and snorted coldly, "It's just dancing, I can do it too."

Nian Ruiming said pleasantly, "Would you be lucky enough to see it?"

Xiaoyao closed her eyes, feeling the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.His long black hair is like a flying veil, his arms are dancing like spirit snakes, his feet are spinning quickly, his slender jade legs overlap back and forth, and he dances to the most moving music.

Nian Ruiming looked at it for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Are you having cramps?"

"..."

"How did you go?"

15.

Xiaoyao leaned against the window, looking melancholy at the fallen flowers outside the window.

Nian Ruiming went over to put on a coat for him: "It's almost time for dinner."

Xiaoyao lowered her eyelashes and sighed, "I have no appetite."

"Really?" Nian Ruiming said, "Today I specially ordered the cook to make your favorite sauced pig's trotters."

Xiaoyao's heart turned cold: "Do you think I'm a vulgar bastard who only knows pig's trotters?"

"Of course not, why do you think so?" Nian Ruiming asked in surprise.

Xiaoyao remained silent, and turned her gaze back out of the window.

Nian Ruiming said: "You obviously also like to eat sauced elbow, sauced beef, roasted duck, roasted goose, steamed lamb, steamed deer tail, braised duck, bacon..."

"..."

"Your stomach growled."

"...I heard it."

Nian Ruiming took his hand: "Let's go, don't starve."

Xiaoyao gritted her teeth and grabbed him with her backhand, unwilling to say, "Don't you have any chicken feet?"

Nian Ruiming was startled, and praised sincerely: "You can really eat."

"..."

"Why are you pulling the corner of my mouth?"