Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, and said with a sneer: "Master's heart is really broad-minded. I don't like it, so why bother to be so devious? I almost thought that the master is actually happy and admiring. Wu Jiu, because love gave birth to hate, that's why I have to pull Wu Jiu to look at the stars and the moon every day."

Isn't that disgusting?Who wouldn't.

Fen Lian didn't say a word this time, she smiled mockingly for a while, and said indifferently: "Ah, you found out."

Yan Wujiu became even more angry, so angry that he wanted to strangle him to death, but this time he didn't show it, instead he smiled and said lightly: "Oh, I can't help it, you finally showed your true colors? I knew you were not a good person."

After speaking, he sneered and left with a flick of his sleeves. When he returned to the room, he pushed the door so that it almost fell apart.

However, in order to bear the burden of humiliation and revenge, he still had to get up early the next day to practice martial arts with a stinky face.

Fen Lian stood in the darkness, looking at the room where the lights were on and off, the expression on her face was half a smile, half cold, extremely weird.

As usual, he leaned against the colonnade and closed his eyes.

After running the internal energy, he could clearly hear the man cursing the bald donkey and being crazy, and gradually fell asleep.

"I'm not a good person in the first place. Shouldn't you be the clearest?" The monk whispered softly, bowed his head and recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" silently several times until his delusional thoughts that were about to move could subside.

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Yan Wujiu had a dream.

Dreamed of a river, the bank behind him was on fire, and the monstrous flames were approaching every step of the way.But the river was so wide and broad that there was no bank in sight, nor a boat that could cross him.

When there was no way to retreat, those flames burned to the riverside but stopped spreading.

The bright red flames are like the flowers of the kingdom of heaven, continuously rising, and then one after another, they float into the sky.

He turned his head to look at the river, and the sky was filled with red and blue lotus flowers, and the water looked extremely dark.

At this time, a pair of hands behind him gently pushed him, and he fell into the dark river.

The cold river water soaked his mouth and nose, drowning him little by little.

He sank to the bottom of the water without struggling, and looked at the vermilion sky through the distant water surface, and for some reason, he saw the bank of the Sishui River again.

No, it should be said that he returned to the Sishui River once again.

The rough texture of the locust tree trunk made him uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was the uncontrollable trembling and confusion that went straight to his brain.

The sound of the river gurgling and flowing was loud, but it couldn't cover his rapid breathing and choked sobs.

The locust tree above the head kept swaying, and the star-white flowers fell together with the water dew. In the swaying field of vision, it was like an unreal stream of fireflies.

The man's hands were dry and strong, and his lips were slightly cool. He leaned over and kissed him tenderly. He was so strong that he didn't have the slightest charm of confusion and ecstasy, but was rational and indifferent.

It was like doing a solemn and solemn ceremony, holy and ruthless but also decadent and corrupt.

Yan Wujiu stretched out his hands tremblingly and grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, and pushed it away, trying to see him clearly.

But he saw Fenlian, who was wearing a ginger-red monk's robe, with an ascetic and indifferent brow.

His pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly, and then his eyes slowly opened wide.

Realizing that the person who is so close to him is Fen Lian, compared to shame and anger, the sense of blasphemy that broke the taboo made Yan Wujiu shocked and excited.

A kind of malice came from nowhere suddenly rushed into his mind, he opened his mouth and bit Fenlian's arm and did not let go, looking at him provocatively from the end of his eyes.The sinister and beautiful smile is like a suppressed bloodthirsty spirit.

Fen Lian didn't seem to feel anything, she stared at him seriously with her downcast eyes.

Even though the scene in front of him was ambiguous and messy, this person didn't appear in the slightest embarrassment.

That sharp and indifferent face was calm and calm, with no desire or emotion, only those eyes were dark and deep, looking at him intently, as if there was a bottomless abyss of obsession: "Amitabha, no blame... If I can't save you, I will kill you with my own hands."

When he woke up, Yan Wujiu still remembered the moment of shock, anger and depression.

But when I opened my eyes and recalled again, the remaining memory of the dream receded like a tide and disappeared.

At the end, Fen Lian closed her eyes and lowered her head, kissing him lightly.

Probably even in his dream, he thought this scene was too unimaginable, so he was particularly impressed.

Yan Wujiu sat on the bed blankly, his brain involuntarily played the scene in a loop several times before he gradually came to his senses.

The reason why he had such a frenzied dream was obviously because he and Fen Lian exchanged unscrupulous words before going to bed in the middle of the night last night.

It was just a casual remark that the monk disgusted, and then mocked that he would not be secretly in love with himself, because love breeds hatred.

How did I know that there would be a world report, so I dreamed that I was forced to kiss by a monk that night.

Yan Wujiu tried his best to pick up the grotesque dream fragments and put them together, but suddenly remembered something, and his whole body was not well.

It seems that not only being pressed and kissed...

Yan Wujiu remained expressionless.

He has always known that he has no lower limit, and he has long been a model of scum who has been overshadowed by a group of scum.But he never imagined that he could even bite such a stone-cold bald donkey.

Moreover, he is still a bald donkey who has a grudge against him and hates each other.

Although the strange thing is that in this dream he was the one who was slapped, but this was Yan Wujiu's dream, so it is natural to assume that his subconscious mind led to such a result.So, it's still his mouth.

However, thinking of the pair of eyes staring intently in the dream, Yan Wujiu thought absently, the monk seems to be really good-looking.When she lowered her head and narrowed her eyes to kiss her, at first glance, there was still a bit of cold and seductive sex appeal.

On this day, Yan Wujiu was naturally late.

Even though he had such a shameless dream, when Yan Wujiu saw the other party, he still remained expressionless and composed.There is no trace of shame, embarrassment, and consequent irritated avoidance.

On the contrary, perhaps because of the long shot close-up in the dream, Yan Wujiu couldn't help looking at Fenlian more.

Although he had always known that this monk was handsome before last night, that was all he knew, without any substantive feeling.After having this dream, he suddenly began to realize exactly how handsome he is.

At least, let him think about it after waking up, so that he won't feel that he has suffered a big loss.

But that's about it.

Dreams are absurd and uninhibited. It is weird to dream of doing such a thing with a deadly enemy, but Yan Wujiu is not the only one who has such a dream.

Psychologically, it can be explained that this is a concrete reflection of external pressure in dreams.

On Duke Zhou's interpretation of dreams, it can also be said that... Uh, Duke Zhou has never interpreted this kind of dream.

In short, before the morning was over, Yan Wujiu had already completely forgotten about this matter.

If it wasn't for the incident that happened soon, Yan Wujiu would never have pulled out this dream and thought about it a second time.

At noon on this day, before Yan Wujiu took a nap, the county government suddenly became noisy.

Because, a case occurred in Qingyuan County, which has been peaceful for a long time.

What the specific case was, the insiders kept secret, only saw the county magistrate Yan's face was extremely serious and ugly, and he left in a hurry.

In the afternoon, the news spread in a small area - there was a flower picker in Qingyuan County!

Those who suffered were not locals, but family members of officials who came to visit relatives in Qingyuan County.The trouble is, that family member is related to Yan County Magistrate's immediate superior.

As for Qing Yu, the female relatives, the victim's information was blurred and hidden from the outside world.But in order to prevent more cases, County Magistrate Yan ordered the entire county to post notices to let everyone in and out to strictly investigate, especially those men who were born.

Originally, this matter had little to do with Yan Wujiu, but after a while, a face-to-face arrester came from the county government office, saying that the county magistrate had summoned Yan Wujiu to question him.

The meaning behind these words, as the son of the county magistrate, it is impossible for Yan Wujiu not to understand.

There are only two kinds of people who get this treatment, suspects and witnesses.

The person who came to talk was an unfamiliar person, not a police officer from Qingyuan County. It seemed that outsiders were involved in this case.Then, the possibility of the former is very high.

Yan Wujiu's expression was indifferent, he took a glance at the other party's official uniform and waist knife, and confirmed his guess.He didn't say anything, didn't disturb anyone, and followed the other party out the door.

The mansion and the county government are separated by a street, not far away.

Before the truth of the case became known, the interrogation process would never be made public in the hall, Yan Wujiu walked to the main hall of the inner court familiarly.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of the middle hall, he saw a few particularly eye-catching beings sitting on a row of grand master chairs in the hall with the door open.

County magistrate Yan was sitting on the main seat, leaning forward slightly, as if ready to stand up and answer at any time.

The first person on the right is a nobleman in white.The white clothes were not pure white, but snow-coloured brocade clothes embroidered with silver threads.Looking from a distance, one feels that the eyes are full of nobleness and luxury, just like the presence of a fairy king high above the clouds.

The second pick is a man in black clothes, compared to that one, he is a bit unkempt and untidy.The strange thing is that he is holding a sword in his arms. The black clothes are clean and neat, with narrow cuffs and a wide belt, making him look like a slender sword out of its sheath sitting there.

The last one is out of tune with the first two, like a literati and Confucian scholar who has gone to the wrong place.Regardless of the blue clothes he was wearing, or the elegant and humble aura around him, they all looked just right, gentle and warm, without any particularly sharp edges and corners.

However, Yan Wujiu walked all the way, but the scribe who was closest to the door saw him first.

I don't know if this person is too sensitive, or if he happened to turn around and saw him by mistake.

The man's eyes were warm and smiling, with a bit of aimless pure curiosity.When meeting Yan Wujiu's gaze, he paused for a moment, then smiled at him naturally, and nodded gracefully.

However, the expressionless Yan Wujiu ruthlessly averted his eyes and turned a blind eye to him.

He walked into the hall without squinting, listening to the one-sided greetings of magistrate Yan, which came to an end temporarily because of his appearance.He walked to the front chair on the left side on his own, and sat down directly.

When County Magistrate Yan saw him coming, he subconsciously wanted to stand up. Seeing that everyone was sitting, he lifted up a little and then fell down again.With a proper smile on his face, he said: "Wu Jiu, these are adults from the six doors, don't lose your manners, kid, show respect to all the adults..."

"You don't need to be too polite." The person who spoke was the noble young man who was dressed in snow-coloured brocade clothes and was lonely and elegant opposite Yan Wujiu.

He is obviously not a person who likes to waste time on insignificant pleasantries, he is so cold and indifferent, and he is not a sociable character.

"Mr. Yan, may I ask where you were during the period of You hour three days ago? Who were you with? Can anyone provide evidence?"

The young man in white had a cold expression on his face, without any sharp hostility, as if he was just asking a routine question.But his whole body is like a bright moon pouring down from the clouds, and anyone who stands beside this radiance will inevitably feel ashamed because of it.

Yan Wujiu didn't answer, his eyes moved from his face to the silent swordsman in black clothes holding his sword, and then to the gentle scholar in green clothes at the door, he quickly looked back and looked at County Magistrate Yan again.

It's like a child with a restrained personality who doesn't like to be sociable. Faced with the initiative of outsiders, silently consulted with his trusting parents, he decides how to speak and do things after getting nods of permission.Innocent and well-behaved.

The author has something to say: For a scumbag model Ximen? No blame? High officials who have no lower limit of integrity, being forced to have sex will certainly hold grudges, but it is not worth his life. What he cares more about is embarrassing him in public , I really want to chase him to the ends of the earth and never die.

The first point of heartache~

There is a reason why a certain master is miserable~