Rebirth of the Phantom

Before I knew it, a few months had passed.With a mother like that around, it's hard to notice the time or anything.

Lan Ningbi would definitely wake Wu Shuang up every morning, even if Wu Shuang stayed in bed and acted like a baby, at this time Lan Ningbi would take off her knowledgeable coat, just like all ordinary mothers in the world, she would grab Wu Shuang's ears Pull him up.At this time, Wu Shuang always felt full of love, because Lan Ningbi was really kind to him.

But he still misses his grandmother, the old man who always stooped to pick up bottles in the streets and alleys, and the old man who would coax him behind his back when he was wronged, what was he like when facing the corpse of his own grandson How do you feel?

Vitale was right. He had always had bad luck growing up, but the only exception was his grandmother.

Wu Shuang thought for a long time but did not come up with any good solution.This is a suburb of France, and there is still a long way to go to China. Even if he runs out of the camellia manor, he will face great difficulties.No money, no visa, no friends in any sense, in such a huge country, he seems to be a different kind, lonely and unbearable.

Such anxiety was noticed by Lan Ningbi.

"You will be going to the Royal Academy soon. I have already bought a villa in England, and I will move there in two days." After the meal, according to the usual practice, Wu Shuang would take a walk in the garden with Lan Ningbi, While walking, Lan Ningbi suddenly said such a sentence.

"Ah? Why don't you go back to China to study?" Wu Shuang's plan is that if he goes back to China to study, then he can find a chance to go home and have a look.

"Not yet, you have to finish high school."

Although he didn't know why, Wu Shuang didn't want to argue with Lan Ningbi in his heart, he just stared at the strange flowers and plants in the garden with some frustration.

"Don't worry about that, your mother will take care of everything for you." Lan Ningbi said lightly.

that matter?Wu Shuang was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to remember that Lan Ningbi was referring to the fact that his body almost lost his life in the Royal Academy.He suddenly remembered that in Manderley Manor, his younger brother had said similar things, as if he not only almost died in school, but also committed an extremely embarrassing thing.But no matter who he asked about the specifics, no one would tell. Even Danzelu smiled wryly and advised him to forget about it!

So what is this thing that no one is willing to tell him?

For several days, Wu Shuang was thinking about this matter, but did she have any clue.He didn't know anything about the former owner of this body, and it was hard to imagine what nonsensical things this person did that could keep everyone secret.

Shancha Villa has already started to organize and relocate. Wu Shuang wandered around when he had nothing to do, and came to a room he had never seen before.

The things in the room are arranged in a disorderly manner, and there are many scrolls in a large ceramic vat.I don't know who was careless, the red thread of one scroll was not fastened, and the scroll fell apart, revealing a corner.From the exposed part, a woman in ancient costume with long hair can be vaguely seen.

Out of curiosity, Wu Shuang walked over and took out the scroll.The painting depicts a man and a woman, all dressed in ancient costumes.The woman is teaching the boy to play the piano hand in hand.

Then Wu Shuang picked up several scrolls and opened them, and found that the main characters in the paintings were the woman and the boy.It's just that their clothing and hair styles are almost different. Some look like the wide-sleeved robes of the pre-Qin period, and some look like the robes of the Three Kingdoms.

Are there idols in ancient times?Or whoever drew these pictures has a costume addiction...wait!Wu Shuang lowered her head and took a closer look. There was always a hairpin in the shape of a phoenix on that woman's head, which was very similar to the one on Lan Ningbi's head.And if you compare carefully, the appearance of the woman in the painting is also very close to that of Lan Ningbi.However, since ancient Chinese paintings almost all used freehand brushwork, except for the painters themselves, it is estimated that no one knows who they are painting.So Wu Shuang is not sure what the relationship between the woman in the words and Lan Ningbi is, maybe it is the seniors of the Lan family.

As for the boy in the painting, Wu Shuang guessed that it might be the woman's younger brother or son or something.But in the next few paintings, there is only a woman crying alone next to a white camellia tree, and there is no trace of the boy at all.

It seems that something sad happened!

Wu Shuang wrapped the disassembled painting scroll and put it back in the large ceramic vat.When I looked up, I saw a very old and dilapidated scroll in a dark corner.

What?Why is it so shabby?Wu Shuang picked it up while muttering.The scrolls were tattered, and the paper was yellowed and faded, just like discarded garbage.

Wu Shuang slowly unfolded the scroll.The painting on the scroll turned out to be an ancient court banquet.On the top of the painting, that is, sitting on the throne is a young and handsome emperor, and beside him sits a beautiful concubine. The officials below whisper to each other and look at the luthier in the center.Since the luthier drew it with his back to the painting, Wu Shuang didn't know if he was the boy.

What's happening here?Wu Shuang looked left and right, and always felt that the atmosphere in this painting was not right.Why did the emperor look at the luthier with both surprise and joy? Could it be that his piano skills startled this dear friend?But that look was wrong no matter what.As a man, he can only show that kind of domineering and infatuated eyes in front of the woman he loves. How could he hear such sharp eyes just by listening to the piano!

However, maybe he is just a music idiot?We must know that there are many emperors with eccentric habits in Chinese history, and there is no shortage of this one.

Unfortunately, the boy's face could not be seen.

Wu Shuanggang wanted to put away the scroll, but something strange happened in an instant.The young man whose back was turned to Wu Shuang suddenly turned his head.But Wu Shuang's final consciousness stayed in the boy's pupils.

—sad, tearful eyes.

what happened?Wu Shuang stared blankly at the feast of singing and dancing in front of him, the dancers wriggling their delicate bodies, the officials who were full of interest, and the emperor who was absent-minded... What the hell is going on here?Is it a dream?But why are the scenes so real that he can even hear the words of those officials clearly?Can even see the impatient expression of the emperor?Could it be that someone sneaked into his dream?

Wu Shuang was shocked.He couldn't tell, maybe he had entered another dream from the moment he woke up in Manderley Manor, but he didn't know it.

"How is it possible? I'm not the son of Bill Xtz, and I don't have a huge empire inheritance. Who would be so bored to steal their own dreams?"

Seeing such a living person as Wu Shuang, no one in the banquet was surprised, which made Wu Shuang more sure that this must be a dream.Just why do you have this dream?It doesn't make sense that I can make myself have such a realistic dream just by looking at the painting.

At this time, the group of dancing girls retreated one after another, and the officials immediately stopped talking, their eyes kept looking out, as if they were expecting something.

At this time, a person with a guzheng in his arms came in.Everyone gasped.

I don't know if it's because of the ancient costume and long hair, but Wu Shuang thinks this man is really good-looking.With a fair face, pink lips, and long eyelashes, under the influence of the light, they are so beautiful.

I said, is it a sin for a man to grow up like this?Wu Shuang complained in his heart, no wonder the emperor looked at you with such eyes, if the uncle had not seen many beauties, he might stare at you and drool.

Because I saw the young man's appearance in the painting from the very beginning, at best he could be considered handsome, but under the magic of the make-up artist, not only did he look much more mature in age, but he was also more than a level of beautiful.

The young man began to play, his posture was impeccable, Wu Shuang couldn't hear it himself, but seeing everyone's intoxicated expressions, it should be very pleasant to hear.

After the song was over, the emperor on the throne stood up abruptly, ignoring the delicate concubine beside him, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It's you? You're here? I thought you were just Nankey Yimeng, a god in the sky..."

"Yes, I'm here." The young man smiled shyly, "I've missed you so much since Cuihu left, and I couldn't stop no matter what, so I'm here."

All the officials were in an uproar. In the era when feudal ethics prevailed, it would be earth-shattering to say such words from a woman's mouth, let alone from a man's mouth.

The emperor's eyes flashed, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.The boy didn't know if he saw Wu Shuang, but Wu Shuang clearly saw that fleeting expression.

There is no love, no emotion, only three parts infatuation and seven parts anger.What was fascinated by the young man's beauty and superb piano skills was that the young man didn't know what to do and said such shameless words regardless of the occasion.

Wu Shuang sighed.In ancient times, information was underdeveloped, and no matter men or women, they were actually very ignorant, and they were not interested in any love affairs.This young man obviously had no deep experience in the world. When he met an ancient master of seduction like the emperor, he just used some tricks and turned a good and healthy young man into a homosexual.

"Did you see it?"

"En." Wu Shuang replied casually, and then suddenly remembered that no one here should see him, how could anyone talk to him?

The person standing behind is the boy in the painting, but he looks older and haggard.

"Why do you..." Wu Shuang looked at the young man playing the piano. At this moment, he was still looking at the emperor with joy. Compared with this sad and tired man, he was like two people.

"This is my memory, of course I can talk to you." The young man looked at the person on the throne with an expression of indescribable sadness. "Look, at that time I clearly realized that Huan Qing didn't love me at all, but I disregarded Grandma's persuasion and came to the Central Plains alone, the palace alone, and his world alone."

As the young man talked to himself, the scene began to change, some were the two people playing under the peach tree, some were the piano and Xiao ensemble by the lotus pond, and some were the tender caress under the hibiscus tent... All the memories are so touching heartbeat.

"Then one day, he finally stopped coming to Qifeng Pavilion. Because another country sent a young man who was more beautiful and younger than me... The emperor's love is always so weak."

[Why... did I do something wrong... Huan Qing? 】In the imperial garden, the young man yelled at the emperor regardless of the occasion, 【I am not as good as him in any way, if you want to listen to the pipa, I can learn it! 】

[Presumptuous, dare to call the holy name directly,] The enchanting young man in the emperor's arms looked at the young man proudly, [Come and slap your mouth! 】

Several attendants rushed over like wolves and knocked down the young man, and a dozen slaps hit the young man's face, and soon the young man's face swelled up like a steamed bun.

[I think you are a mountain boy, ignorant and vulgar, and I will not pursue your disrespect. I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful. These twenty slaps are for your parents to discipline you. 】

【Your Majesty, I heard that this blue beauty was born in the Miao nationality in southern Yunnan. She is good at voodoo, the most powerful of which is 'love voodoo'.I heard that people who have been affected by this voodoo technique will be obedient to the caster. I thought, if His Majesty was so obsessed with the blue beauty back then, did he fall into this fellow's voodoo technique? 】

When the emperor heard this, he immediately flew into a rage. 【is this real?When I first met you, you said that you were a child of a wealthy family, and I believed it; when you said you loved me, I also believed it.I didn't expect you to be so vicious, using such obscene things to confuse me—come on!Revoke Lan Boran's title and enter the limbo! 】

From the beginning to the end, the emperor didn't listen to Lan Boran's argument, but looked down at the young man lying on the ground from above, and with a cold tone, he ruthlessly broke the heart that purely loved him.

"Who is this?" Wu Shuang was very angry when he saw this, "It's obvious that I'm playing tricks, how many excuses do I have to make, why do I just listen to that bastard talking nonsense?"

"You don't understand," said the young man with a wry smile, "if one person ceases to love another, then all the good in the past will become bad, and all the bad in the past will become sin. This is the love of the emperor. The sad thing is, I am still obsessed with it, hoping to save this hopeless love, and it hurts Daxue Xiaoxue who came to save me...I am sorry for my mother, let her cry for me..."

Wu Shuang didn't know how to comfort him. After all, this kind of love violated common sense, but it was real.

"Do you want to know how I died?"

Wu Shuang immediately shook her head, feeling that it was a little strange to discuss how she died with someone here.

"I was killed by him, he did it himself. When the long sword pierced my heart, blood spurted out... So this is the end of loving someone? Do you still love him?"

love him?Why did this man talk so confusingly? Didn't he love the emperor? Why did he ask Wu Shuang how he felt?Don't you have mental problems because of emotional injuries?

"Before you died, you once said 'I hope that in the next life, we will never meet again', so do you still love him?" The image of the young man began to blur, but his voice was surprisingly loud.

"I don't love it anymore, I don't love it anymore," Wu Shuang quickly shook his hands. When facing a person with mental problems, it's best to follow his wishes, otherwise he will be the one who suffers. "I don't even know him, how could I fall in love with him?"

"Is this your answer?" The young man gradually transformed into the image of a child, and the child's expression showed affection for Wu Shuang, "Then I don't think you need to know what happened later."

"Who are you?" Wu Shuang asked nervously.

"I am the spirit condensed into this painting." Slowly, the child's body began to loosen a little bit, "I have carried this memory for a long time, and now finally..."

Wu Shuang woke up suddenly, and found that he was still standing in the room just now, and the painting in his hand had already turned into dust, falling from between his fingers.

"Shuang'er... Shuang'er..." Lan Ningbi called from outside the door, Wu Shuang responded, and then Lan Ningbi pushed the door open.

"Shuang'er, you are leaving for England immediately." Lan Ningbi's face was a little anxious, not knowing what happened. "The four of you, Cold Dew, Frostfall, and Qingming Guyu, will accompany you first, and mother will arrive later."

"Well, okay, Mom," Wu Shuang thought for a while, and felt that the dream just now was a bit weird, so he asked, "Has there ever been a person named Lan Boran in our family?"

Lan Ningbi stopped abruptly.

After Wu Shuang took two or three steps, she found that Lan Ningbi hadn't answered, she felt strange, so she turned her head.

"Who did you hear from?" Lan Ningbi asked softly.

"Hmm... It's a bit unbelievable. Just now I saw some ancient paintings and fell asleep while looking at them. Then I had a weird dream. There were some messy scenes in the dream. There was also a boy named Lan Boran. I thought, my surname is Lan too, could this Lan Boran be the ancestor of our family or something?"

"He's my son..."

What?How can it be?That boy looks like an ancient man, how could Lan Ningbi have an ancient man as his son?

Wu Shuang wanted to ask something, when there was a loud noise from the front door of the house, as if someone had thrown a grenade.

"Ma'am," said a tall woman behind her in a deep voice, "that woman is here."

"Han Lu, take Shuang'er and go first."

"Who is it?" Wu Shuang looked around, "A terrorist? I'll go and see!"

"No way!" Lan Ningbi categorically vetoed, "You go with Han Lu Shuang Jiang and the others immediately."

"But