deep fog

In late summer, there is a slight coolness in the air.

Luoyang city is raining heavily.

The palace is deep, and the gorgeous and luxurious carriages are driving on the gentle palace roads, the wheels of the carriages are rattling, and the guards in the palace are already familiar with the strangeness, and let them go without looking at the order cards.

Being able to enter the palace in a carriage is the first honor in the world, it is the only thing that no one dares to pretend to be.

The carriage stopped outside the imperial study.

Waiting at the door was Sanquan, the personal eunuch who had grown up with the emperor. Hearing the sound of the carriage from a distance, Sanquan ordered people to lay several layers of blankets at the door. .

The car stopped, the attendant inside lifted the curtain, and the master inside came out first, Sanquan quickly bent over and stretched out his arms.

A pair of white jade and flawless hands gently clasped together, Sanquan smelled the elegant plum fragrance on his body, and retracted his hands, with some aftertaste, Sanquan walked forward, opened the door for him, and stopped at the door.

The man turned a few corners in the imperial study room and saw the emperor who was approving memorials.

The emperor was young, less than [-] years old, and he was well maintained. He looked like a mature boy.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the man: "Here?"

The man nodded slightly, yawned, and leaned crookedly on the soft couch. Although his posture was indecent, he was very handsome. The emperor's eyes showed a faint smile, and he put down the annotating pen in his hand.

He stepped forward and wanted to squeeze the man's shoulders.

Luo Bai got up to avoid the emperor's movements, the emperor paused, Luo Bai had already explained: "It's not appropriate."

The emperor froze and did not move, carefully examining the person in front of him with eyes full of wisdom.

They grew up together, and they were very close before he took this position, and they didn't know when there was a little friction between the two.

Luo Bai turned his head, unwilling to look at the lonely expression of the emperor, the sound of the rain outside the window gradually became weaker, but the air was still so dull that he couldn't breathe. Incomprehensible meeting.

The emperor suddenly laughed.

"Abai, I called you here today to discuss with you about taking your brother back."

At the beginning of the battle for the crown prince, Luo Bai's younger brother Luo Hui stood in the wrong team and was sent to a remote place. Luo Bai didn't say a word, but the emperor felt that he was always concerned about this younger brother. His A Bai was doing his best for him. go all out.

Luo Bai picked up a folding fan and used it to smash open the window, and the damp and cool wind blew onto his face.Fishing his brother out of there, he thought.

He will resign.

"But I heard that instead of herding the sheep and thinking about his mistakes, he was honored as the guest of honor by King Nan. What does he want to do?"

Turning the fan in his hand casually, Luo Bai raised his eyebrows, he stretched out two fingers, pinched the emperor's delicate chin, and brought his face very close, the emperor's breathing suddenly stopped.

"Li Qisheng, I'm kind to Luo Hui, are you angry? Is it not enough to expel Luo Hui for three years?"

Luo Bai's subordinates worked harder and harder, the emperor was in pain, and only heard a sneer from his throat, he was pushed aside and let go, the young man turned and left.

"Li Qisheng, I'll go and pick Luo Hui up personally."

When Sanquan sees people coming out, he will welcome them into the carriage with great respect.

Li Qisheng held the teacup for a while, and almost fell out.

You can't let that kid come back so cheaply.

Under the floating clouds, the wind swept over the luxuriant grass, making a sound.

The young man on the rock suddenly opened his eyes, awakening from a deep sleep.

Fu Shen stood up and looked around, slightly surprised.

The Ghost King's Burning Soul Lamp realm is a strange world, and an avatar is even arranged for him. It should be noted that if there is no subconscious incarnation in the Burning Soul Lamp, he cannot attach to this avatar, and will appear with his own body.

The Soul Burning Lamp transforms into a realm based on what people desire most in their hearts. The Soul Burner is in an illusion without any previous memory. He is living in the illusion created by the Soul Burning Lamp. When the Soul Burner gets what he desires most in the illusion, the Soul Burning Lamp The lamp will go out, and the soul burner and outsiders will become lamp souls.

If the soul burner doesn't get what he wants, and even suspects and resents the world, and restores his memory, the soul burner and the outsiders will not be trapped in the soul burner lamp environment.

In order not to be expelled, outsiders must be careful and careful.

After Fu Shen absorbed the memory, he saw a black dot appearing on the horizon, getting closer and closer, it was a half-grown boy.

"Luo Hui! Luo Hui!" The middle-aged man shouted while running, "Your brother! Your brother is here to pick you up! Come back with me—"

Fu Shen went to see Luo Bai, and before entering the tent, he heard Luo Bai laughing as if he felt a sense of his arrival.

"coming?"

Listen to this voice first, like a clear spring gliding across mountains and rivers, the tone is calm and elegant, with a little carelessness, Fu Shen is vaguely familiar, but he is a little confused.

Opening the tent, his eyes met the smiling expression of his "brother".

The Mongolian Khan was also there, Luo Bai nodded to signal him to take a seat first: "I haven't seen you for three years, so we know each other?"

Fu Shen called his brother, but stopped talking.

The original owner was like a piece of ice, and it was precisely because of this that Fu Shen was spared the energy of speaking and acting.

Luo Bai knew his temperament well, and after asking a few words, he turned to talk to Da Khan.

"This time, the Mongolian Ministry has grown a lot, and the Southern King has contributed a lot."

Clearly praising, but actually implying a warning, Fu Shen raised his head and looked at Nanwang.

The original owner Luo Hui and Nan Wang did have a cooperative relationship... their ambitions were overwhelming.

Nan Wang shook his head, pretending to be stupid and pretending not to understand, he said with a wry smile: "Everywhere, it's God's favor to prevent disasters, and the river is smooth, otherwise there will be a harvest year after year."

The words were very sincere and down-to-earth, Luo Bai smiled faintly after hearing this.

The sweat continued to plead for a reduction in tribute, and Fu Shen, who was sitting on the sidelines listening, finally dug out the reason why Luo Bai gave him a sense of familiarity.

Luo Bai is like the sound of white mist, or in other words, like himself in the eyes of others, for example, the ghost king Qi Leng.

Maybe in Xi Leng's eyes, he has all the sound of white mist that he desires, or maybe Xi Leng wants to treat himself as the sound of white mist, so... Xi Leng has become Luo Bai, and Luo Bai is the sound of white mist and Xi Leng. The combination, whether it is voice or manner, even the fragrance of plum blossoms in the clothes room is the sound of white mist, and the skin of white mist lives in the soul of Xi Leng.

As the envied client, Fu Shen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, not feeling honored.

At night, Fu Shen sat in Luo Hui's tent, like an old monk in meditation.

There was a soft rustling sound, and as expected, a black shadow opened the yurt and flashed in.

Fu Shen didn't light the lamp, and the black shadow was familiar with the identity of Fu Shen's residence, and sat on the seat by himself after entering.

"He really came to pick you up."

Fu Shen hummed expressionlessly, and the visitor took out a piece of paper from his pocket and patted it on the table: "This is the list of personnel you can use after returning to the court. Don't forget, we don't have much time."

Fu Shen smiled silently, what exactly does the Ghost King want?Burning Soul Lamp gave him a younger brother, but he was a capable younger brother who wanted to usurp the throne. If he didn't come, how would things develop?

What role should He Huan play in it?He was sure that it had something to do with He Huan, because this world was created for He Huan, wasn't it?

"Half a year is enough for you to see what you want." Fu Shen replied.

The time Fu Shen spoke of was a full year shorter than what they had planned, Mongolia Khan was stunned, and smiled sarcastically for a while.

"Don't be too impulsive."

He dropped a warning and left coldly.

Fu Shen didn't speak, and still didn't move. Like a lifeless statue, he sat silently until dawn.

The next day, he walked out of the tent, completely unaware that his black hair, which was as black as a crow's feathers, turned snow-white overnight...

For a moment, people were stunned.

Fu Shen frowned, what's wrong?

"your hair……"

Someone handed him a brass mirror.