The Villain Regent After the Buddha Line [Transmigration Book]

Su Beiliang lay on his back on the bed in the dormitory, covering his face with his hands. It was almost dawn outside, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The system that had been silent in consciousness for a long time couldn't bear it anymore.

[System: If you have nothing else to do, I will go offline...]

Su Beiliang: "Don't let it go!"

[System: Then what are you talking about! 】

Just calling it out without saying a word, just watching Su Beiliang toss and turn like this.

Even if the system is not human, it still takes time to maintain it.

Su Beiliang took off his hands covering his face, revealing a pair of red eyes, full of grief and indignation: "I have committed a crime just because I completed your shit tasks! You have no explanation or comfort for this! Do you know that I How much damage has a fragile heart suffered?!"

Because the existence of the system is connected with Su Beiliang's consciousness, the system can automatically receive what happened around.

The system felt a little helpless about Su Beiliang's complaints.

[System: I didn't issue a task for you to solve the male lead's physical needs. You took the initiative to do it yourself. Why are you blaming me?And Dongxuan Fourteen is already considered an adult, and on the premise of mutual consent, this is not considered a crime, right? 】

Su Beiliang's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he sat up emotionally: "The fart is voluntary! I obviously did it involuntarily, okay?! He held my hand! Do you know how strong his hand is? , My wrist joint is dislocated and I still can’t break free! Didn’t you see that my right hand hurts so much that I still can’t lift it up now!”

Thinking of what happened at that time, Su Beiliang still has lingering fears.

I couldn't help muttering: "And it's too scary. I'm only 14 years old, and I'm actually a bit longer than me. Can I still fit my pants when I'm an adult..."

[System: ... So, are you annoyed because you are forced to do that, or are you annoyed because yours is not as long as a 14-year-old's? "

Su Bei's voice was hoarse: "I'm so fucking annoyed because I don't know how to kill you! Hey, you still talk like a system, what's the matter, the system's voice is also afraid of being harmonized?"

[System: Oh, not only adults but also quite a few minors mainly use the book-transmitting system. In order to prevent adverse effects on minors, the system uses a prohibited word replacement program. 】

Su Beiliang was startled: "That's it, you guys dare to use minors?!"

[System: It’s not about age, hydrology, digging pits without filling, unfinished, eunuchs, as long as the negative score exceeds the critical value, there is a chance to experience it~]

Su Beiliang snatched his head under the quilt: "It's a crime!!"

……

After sleeping for three hours in one night, Su Beiliang felt his body float when he walked.

After washing, changing clothes, and having breakfast, I finally went to the study before Maoshi.In fact, he didn't expect much before he went. With the little prince's aggressive nature, it would be considered good if he could get up before Chen Shi.

And after the incident last night that was too late to regret, Su Beiliang doesn't want to face him now.

Unexpectedly, things were so unexpected, Su Beiliang pushed open the door of the study, and Su Mo was sitting in front of the desk and quietly copying books, her back straightened, her posture was as straight as another person's.

Holding the pen holder with her small white hand, she quickly slid across the rice paper, while the other hand flipped through the book with a rustling sound.

This posture, this boldness, is there any master in the school?

Su Beiliang looked at Su Mo's focused profile, took a deep breath, and wanted to get out of the room and sneak away before the male lead found out. Just when his hind feet were about to reach the threshold, the little prince who had been acting like no one else suddenly yelled One sound.

"Uncle!"

"..."

The sound was loud, like ringing a bell.

I can't even pretend I didn't hear you.

Seeing the little prince's enthusiastic smiling face, Su Beiliang had no choice but to move his back foot back little by little.Pretending to be calm, he flicked his sleeves and walked into the study with his hands in his hands.

Looking at the poems and essays that Su Mo had just copied in a hurry, Su Beiliang couldn't help being moved.

It seems that Mother Meng's method really works. After burning a few books, the effect is immediate.

The ancients never lied to me.

But when he picked up one of them and looked at it in front of his eyes, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Even if Su Beiliang had never learned calligraphy, he could still tell the difference between wild cursive and blind handwriting.

This is obviously written by a few people!

These words are written like the surface of a lake when a strong wind passes by, more abstract than Kandinsky's paintings.

Su Beiliang looked down at Su Mo's hand holding the pen.

The fingertips are slender, white and tender, and there is no sign of being caught by the door?

He put the poem in front of Su Mo and asked, "Do you know what this word is?"

The little prince was shocked when he heard Su Bei's sarcasm, and looked up at him: "Of course, doesn't the emperor recognize it?"

Su Beiliang snorted inwardly, I can read, but I don't know what you wrote!

What exactly did this child suffer to be able to write in such a ghostly way?

Su Beiliang looked down at Su Mo's hand holding the pen, and immediately covered it with his big hand, holding his small hand and walking on the rice paper.

It is probably because the original owner of this body has a certain attainment in calligraphy, and every time Su Beiliang writes, he feels like he is writing like a god.

There is no need to control the brain at all, and the hands can move by themselves.

Moreover, the written characters are sharp, majestic, and surprisingly sharp, like a tiger descending a mountain and a dragon entering the sea, completely inconsistent with King Liang's feminine and violent temperament.

It is said that seeing a character is like seeing a person, and it is a little strange that such a majestic character was written by a villain like King Liang who commits all kinds of crimes.

Su Beiliang took Su Mo to transcribe the poem just now again, and put the two poems together for Su Mo to read, one was flamboyant and phoenix dancing, and the other was twisting snakes and reptiles.

The difference between cloud and mud is obvious.

Su Beiliang patted him on the shoulder: "Just copy what you just wrote a few more times. You don't need to copy it very much, at least it should be four or five points. There are not many words that you can write, so write it like this Your royal father must be angry."

After speaking, he brought some more rice paper and put it in front of Su Mo.But he found that the little guy was staring at his hand in a daze, as if thoughtful.

He urged: "What are you looking at, write quickly."

Su Mo opened her bright eyes and looked at Su Beiliang, with a little curiosity in her eyes: "In the past, the instructor in the palace said that thick calluses would grow on the palms of people who practiced cold weapons all the year round, especially knives and swords, but the emperor's sword skills It's so powerful, but the palm of your hand is soft." Speaking of this, she added with a naive and slightly shy face: "Qi'er felt it last night."

"..."

……

Su Beiliang wished he could chop off his hand with a knife.

What the hell do you feel? !Didn't you say it's okay not to mention it again!

As the male protagonist Long Aotian who blocks and kills gods and Buddhas in the future, he has to be taught what. Do you think this is an honorable thing? !

Su Beiliang's cold and solemn expression could hardly hold back.

At this moment, Eunuch An's hurried shout suddenly sounded outside the door: "Your Highness! Your Highness! The imperial edict is here! I call you to the front hall to receive the edict!"

Su Beiliang seemed to have received an amnesty, and hurried towards the door. Before leaving, he told Su Mo: "Practice hard. If I still write like this when I come back to check, I will go to the yard for half an hour before lunch."

Su Mo resisted, but still nodded obediently.

The sunlight outside the door was cut off with the closed door little by little, and the study was dark.

Su Mo chuckled as she looked at the words Su Beiliang had written just now, and hung the tip of her pen to scribble wantonly on the blank rice paper on the other side, but with a few hasty strokes, she finished writing the poem just now on the rice paper.

And the handwriting of the two articles is actually exactly the same.

At first glance, it is difficult to distinguish one from the other.