Have you ever played a strategy game
Make someone fall in love with you, trick him into showing his sincerity, and then walk away cleanly.
That's just a task for you,
But it was the only salvation from his half-life suffering.
Love for others is like holding a torch against the wind, and your hands will be burned. This scorching fire is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and it is difficult to extinguish it if it sticks to the body.
"I traveled hundreds of miles across the moon, became king when I was young, and took charge of the northern region of Cangdu. I should have been high-spirited. I didn't love much in my life, and I rarely loved it sincerely. Later, I was careful and paid everything to one person, and then I suddenly realized that it was just a scam. So far, I have fallen into a trap. , ten years of fear, I will never dare to love again for the rest of my life... "
"Now I am alone, all love is gone, only hatred and bitterness remain."
"You don't want my love, so you accept this hatred..."
"The cage has been prepared long ago, and the poison will not cause death.
I don’t know where I went wrong to be deceived into such a complete failure.
I love you and I wish your life would be worse than death..."
—Excerpt from the original work "Greetings" by Internet writer Sang Feiwan
Sang Feiwan used to be a pornographic writer, but later he was severely punished and was forced to change his career. However, the writing habits developed over many years cannot be changed overnight. They always involve unspeakable marginal content. A book was rejected sixteen times by the editor in half a year.
"Sang Feiwan, please change it again and make it prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized and harmonious. I have said it many times, don't write this kind of content that cannot pass the review."
Sang Feiwan had a headache, and the editor-in-chief had more headaches than him. This book is full of marginal content. It doesn’t matter whether it is deleted or not deleted. It has been revised sixteen times and it has not passed the review. It is simply a kind of torture.
"Competition in all walks of life is fierce now, so you should be more careful and delete all the content marked in red, you know?"
Sang Feiwan was very good at cultivating qi and never had any conflicts with his boss. Hearing that this time the manuscript had not been reviewed, he was not angry. He just adjusted his sitting posture and said, "But if the red content is deleted, there will be nothing left in this book."
Editor-in-Chief: "Then write more plots."
Sang Feiwan gently rubbed his temples with his fingertips: "The places marked in red are plots."
The editor adjusted his glasses and looked directly at him: "I mean the main plot, not the bed plot."
Sang Feiwan: "..."
Seeing that Sang Feiwan was silent, the editor-in-chief sighed: "I know you were used to writing that kind of article before. It may be a little difficult to change your writing style for a while, but you can't wait for the times to adapt to you, you have to adapt to the times yourself."
"I have read your outline. You set the protagonist to travel through another world and be bound by the system. He must xxoo several selected mission targets before he can return to his own world. The subject itself is very peripheral. Please change it. Just change xxoo to... change it to make several mission targets fall in love with the protagonist, and the plot line will be reversed. "
The editor-in-chief sternly refused to write about eroticism, but Sang Feiwan liked writing about erotica the most. When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. One of them must make a retreat.
Sang Feiwan always did things without leakage. He didn't like having his head broken, so he never hit the wall. Hearing this, he finally compromised, pulled out his chair and stood up, saying, "Okay, I'll change it when I go back."
The editor-in-chief hinted without leaving any trace: "Um... when will you submit the manuscript?"
Sang Feiwan has no procrastination and is always the one among the authors who delivers manuscripts on time: "I will revise the outline tomorrow and send it to your email. The manuscript will be given to you next month."
The editor-in-chief was stunned when he heard this: "Why does it have to be next month?"
Sang Feiwan: "It's nothing. I want to go to the beach to relax recently. I may not be in the city these two days."
After saying this, he turned around and left the office, closing the door behind him very politely.
The driver parked the car on the side of the road and had been waiting for Sang Feiwan downstairs for a long time. When he saw him coming out of the office building, he honked the horn.
Ji Sang Feiwan opened the door and got into the car, sat in the back seat, took out a pen from his jacket pocket, and started revising the outline directly on the printed manuscript.
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Master..."
Sang Feiwan didn't even raise his head, just dipped a paper towel into the pen that leaked ink, and wrote lightly: "Although I write novels, it doesn't mean that I have to live like a novel. What kind of young master is there? How many rich TV dramas have you watched recently?" Right?"
The driver had no choice but to change his words: "Teacher Sang, the day after tomorrow is my wife's birthday. Are you sure you want to travel overseas? Why don't you postpone it for two days?"
Sang Feiwan's mother is a gallery owner. She has always been among the upper-class literary and artistic circles and various men. She is considered a well-known "social butterfly". My father founded a company, had little assets, and was also a romantic seed.
In short, the couple's marriage exists in name only. They have been doing their own thing for many years without anyone interfering with the other.
Sang Feiwan could not see them a few times throughout the year. When he heard this, he said without raising his head: "There are many people accompanying her, and there is no shortage of me. If I go to the banquet, it will only cause trouble for her. Drive to the airport, don't delay. flight."
The son of a well-known painter went to write obscene pornographic articles. It can be imagined that Ms. Sang looked down upon this son very much.
Sang Feiwan has a smooth personality, but he is also a bit rebellious at heart, and he just likes to write unpopular things. But unfortunately, I can’t write it now.
He sat in the back seat of the car, looked through the outline, and changed the main plot with a pen: the protagonist traveled to another world and was bound by the system. He had to conquer a number of mission targets and deceive their sincerity before he could return to the original world. world.
It's just that after much thought, he still couldn't bear to delete the original erotic plot. The tip of his pen left a ball of ink on the paper, but he still didn't write it in the end.
"Forget it, let's talk about it later."
He muttered to himself, threw the manuscript aside, and closed his eyes to meditate in the back seat of the car. He never expected that this trip to sea to relax would lead him to hell, and he unfortunately lost his life in a shipwreck.
A shining diamond quietly lay on the roof of the car, predicting that Sang Feiwan was about to die, and was about to start picking it up. At the same time, I muttered in my heart, it seems that the author is really not easy to get into, why do they all die young.
The vehicle sped away, picking up fallen leaves on the ground and fluttering around, as if life was uncontrollable -
Sang Fei died late.
No one expected that the originally calm and sunny sea would suddenly change.
Before he died, the last thing he saw was a dark and turbid sky. A huge wave came over, and the wind and rain hit him hard. Then he choked on water in his mouth and nose, and gradually lost consciousness. He was like a kite with a broken string and lost its direction, and was completely connected to death.
A diamond floated above the sea, and a white light bloomed around it:
Ding! Host has been successfully bound!
The door to time and space is being opened, and the time-travel work "Greetings" has been selected.
Time travel successfully
Sang Feiwan only felt that her head was dizzy, her breathing was difficult, her chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy boulder, and something was talking in her ears.
who…
Who is it...
Sang Feiwan suddenly felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and felt nauseated. He opened his eyes suddenly, covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. His throat was burning with pain, as if it was being pricked by needles, and he burst out with a heartbreaking low cough:
"Cough... cough cough cough..."
It was a small servant's room, clean and clean without any luxurious furnishings. There was only a wooden table in the middle and two or three cracked celadon cups. Through the simple curtain, one could vaguely see a man lying on the bed, coughing violently beside the bed, and there was a pool of black blood on the ground.
I don't know if the sound of Sang Feiwan waking up alerted others, but with a creaking sound, someone suddenly opened the door and walked in, and a middle-aged man walked in. The other person wears a square hat, a long coat with a copper coin pattern, and a beard. He seems to be a butler.
When he saw Sang Feiwan wake up, he was a little surprised, then he frowned and said in a deep tone: "You are lucky to have woken up. There are some things I didn't want to say, but now I can't stop saying them. You should consider your status. You are just a plaything given to the city lord by your father. If the city lord wants to see you, he will naturally meet you. If he doesn't want to see you, there is no point in breaking through the sky. "
"In this Cangdu City, there are not only 10,000 but also 8,000 people who want to curry favor with the city lord. The backyard is filled with stunning beauties sent by the lords from all directions. Everyone else is so honest. Why are you so restless? The inner palace is the most important place in the royal city. , you dared to break in just to meet the city lord by chance, and you should be punished. Fortunately, the city lord did not hear the news this time, otherwise it will be up to you how I will deal with you!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves heavily: "Go to work as soon as you wake up. There are no idlers in the royal city!"
Sang Feiwan said nothing from beginning to end, because he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding environment. He stared blankly at the departing housekeeper, then frowned and looked down at his clothes, only to see that they were ancient clothes, and even his hair was tied into a bun.
how so? !
Sang Feiwan was filled with shock and uncertainty. She once suspected that she was dreaming. However, before she could do anything, a sparkling diamond suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The light almost blinded people's eyes:
Author name: Sang Feiwan
Cause of death: drowning.
Works written: "Being Locked", "Being Locked", "Being Locked", "Greed for Joy", etc.
The goal of this mission: to save Baili Duyue, the tragic villain in "Greetings".
Mission success reward: Get a chance to be reborn.
It's outrageous enough that a big diamond can fly, but it can actually talk. It's really shocking to spread the news. Sang Feiwan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this, and he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a long time.
As if to verify his conjecture, the diamond made a gorgeous circle in the air: Dear host, congratulations on successfully binding the villain rescue system. I am the intelligent system little King Kong. I am happy to serve you~
Sang Feiwan didn't hear clearly and was stunned for a moment when he heard the words: "...What system?"
System: Save the Tragic Villain System
Sang Feiwan: "Save what?"
System: Tragic Villain
Sang Feiwan: "..."
Sang Feiwan never dreamed in his life that one day he would actually travel into the pornographic novel he wrote. After all, his novel has no main line and no connotation. It is nothing more than a story about a scumbag male protagonist who shows mercy everywhere, gains a lot of sincerity with all kinds of beauties, and finally pats his butt and leaves neatly.
Is there anything good about time travel in this kind of writing
Shhh
The system seemed to be able to read minds and said in a serious tone,
Don't belittle yourself, you have to believe that even pornographic stories will have true feelings ~
“…”
Sang Feiwan didn't say anything. He discovered that there was a bronze mirror in the room. He slowly walked forward and saw a familiar face reflected in it.
The person in the mirror has a pair of wonderful eyes, and there is a natural hook hidden in them. A smile can capture people's hearts and souls. The color of her lips was bright red, a bit like blood, and like a crushed flower, with a decadent look. It's just that his face is a little pale and a little less energetic.
It was exactly the same as Sang Feiwan's own appearance.
Sang Feiwan raised his hand to rub his face. He felt cold and strange. He frowned and asked the system: "Who did I become after traveling through time?"
He didn't remember that there was a character with the same appearance as him in the book "Happiness".
The system told the truth: I don’t know.
Sang Fei was late: "Aren't you the system? How could you not know?"
System: When the content in the book becomes the real world, Heaven will automatically complete some people or things that do not exist in the book, so the identity of the host each time he travels is randomly drawn up. Please explore the specific situation by yourself.
Sang Feiwan: "Who do I need to save?"
The system slowly spit out a name: Baili Duyue.
"Greedy" is a novel with a fantasy background.
In the cloud realm, the earth split and divided into kings. The emperor is based in Zhongzhou, and the remaining cities are the sixteen kings' cities. Among the sixteen kings, the Northern Territory of Cangdu, the Southern Territory of Tianxiang, the White Bone Ghost Territory, and the Wind and Snow Silver Territory are the most powerful. Legend has it that the king of the four cities is as rich as any other country and sits in all directions in the cloud realm, where no evil spirit dares to invade.
Baili Duyue is the city lord of Cangdu Royal City. It is said that he did not like gold and silver, nor did he love power. He loved painting the most, and he was good at painting beauties. Therefore, all the beautiful things in the world could not catch his eye.
In order to flatter and curry favor, some small town lords in the Northern Territory searched for beauties and presented them to Cangdu. Just like what the housekeeper said just now, the backyard is already packed to the brim with men and women, all of them stunning beauties.
However, none of the Baili City Lords took notice of them. He left all those beauties to the housekeeper and arranged cleaning work in the City Lord's Mansion. It was really a waste of natural resources.
The original owner of Sang Feiwan's body was sold to the local city lord by his greedy father because of his poor family. In order to curry favor with Baili Duyue, the local city lord transferred him to the main city of Cangdu, which was full of twists and turns.
It's a pity that she turned out to be an idiot beauty. Although she was beautiful in appearance, she was illiterate and rude and stupid. Naturally, she was not attracted by Baili Duyue. Ever since he entered the city lord's palace, he has been cleaning the backyard. As time went by, he couldn't help but want to fly up a branch and become a phoenix. Last night, he heard from somewhere that Baili Duyue would paint in the inner hall. I wanted to sneak in and meet him by chance under the moon, but I was caught by the guards before I even entered.
As you can imagine, the butler was almost furious and ordered someone to give him a beating. However, the original body was weak and died accidentally, which actually gave Sang Feiwan an advantage.
After figuring out the cause of the matter, Sang Feiwan finally no longer had any doubts in his mind, but there was still one thing he couldn't figure out. It stands to reason that the housekeeper only punished the original person, no matter how serious it was, it was just a flesh wound, but how could he vomit blood
He bent over and squatted on the ground, with a little blood stain on his fingertips. The color was dark, which was clearly a sign of poisoning.
Sang Feiwan touched his heart again, and the suffocating and dull feeling just now disappeared. Apart from the bruises on his body, he didn't feel much at all.
He had no choice but to put this matter aside for the time being, and turned to look at the system: "You said you asked me to save Baili Duyue, how should I save him?"
The system asked back: What do you think is the tragedy in his life
Sang Feiwan paused after hearing this, then smiled slowly: "Of course it's the protagonist Duan Yang..."
It's just an ordinary story.
A ruthless man deceived the sincerity of the lord of a city, causing a proud man to fall and become unrecognizable. Then he cleanly walked away and continued to deceive the next target, leaving that person completely defeated behind him.
There are too many such plots, they are too bad, and they have long become a cliché. Even if it was a tragedy, it could not arouse the slightest ripple in Sang Feiwan's heart. His compassion did not reach his eyes, and he sighed and said, "Duan Yang ruined Baili Duyue's stable life. It's really pitiful, isn't it?"
The system remained silent because it sensed the calmness and indifference in Sang Feiwan's compassionate tone. It seemed that it was not as sad as it appeared. After a while, it said:
As long as you clear Baili Duyue's blackening value to zero, the system will automatically determine that the mission is successful, and you can be resurrected in the original world.
Sang Feiwan smiled: "What a good deal."
It is indeed a good deal, after all, not everyone has the opportunity to be resurrected.
A light screen appeared silently in front of him, displaying Baili Duyue's blackening value. However, what was surprising was that there were actually two blackening display bars on it.
Main personality darkening degree: 89
Sub-personality darkening degree: 32
The system explained: According to the setting of the original work "Greetings of Joy", Baili Duyue split into two personalities, good and evil, due to the psychological shadow of his childhood. Only when the host clears all the blackness of his good and evil personalities and merges them into one personality can the mission be judged successful.
“…”
Sang Feiwan was keenly aware that the difficulty of the task seemed a little high: "Have you bound to other hosts before?"
The system chicken pecked at the rice and nodded.
Sang Feiwan: "Their mission is the same as mine?"
So different!
The system flew to Sang Feiwan's ears and began to brainwash her with half-truths and half-falsities.
In fact, your task is already very simple. My last host needed to save four villains at the same time! ! Four! ! You only have to save one, how easy it is!
It sounds like Sang Feiwan did get a big deal.
Sang Feiwan didn't fully believe it in his heart, but it didn't show on his face. There was still some burning in his heart, so he walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of cold water into the cup, then raised his head and drank it all. The sweet smell in his throat finally faded away.
Sang Feiwan raised his hand to wipe away the dried blood scab at the corner of his mouth, and a dark red appeared on his fingertips. He lowered his eyes and twirled his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking. Shaoqing finally smiled and said to the system: "I know how to do the task, thank you."
The voice is gentle and polite, like a gurgling stream, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Although Cangdu City is a city, it is as big as a country, encompassing the entire Northern Territory, and even the city lord's palace is as majestic as a royal palace.
Not long after Sang Feiwan figured out the mission, he already made a plan in his mind. He washed his face, arranged his clothes, and then opened the door and walked out of the house.
This private garden must be a servant's room, because Sang Feiwan saw many people sweeping the floor and pruning flowers and branches outside. Although they are all wearing servants' clothes, they are all rare beauties. The handsome men and pretty women make this place look like a palace of gods.
Duan Yang, the original protagonist in "Greedy", was walking over with a bucket, ready to clean the study. He seemed a little absent-minded, worrying about how to get close to the capture target Baili Duyue. After all, the time given to him by the system was not very much. If he used up any more time, it would be too late. There were other targets waiting for him.
However, there are so many beauties in this city lord's mansion. Even if you don't do anything, it would be wonderful to feast your eyes on them. He was still a little reluctant to leave here.
Sang Feiwan recognized almost at a glance that the man with restless eyes was Duan Yang, the stallion male protagonist in "Greetings". He watched from a distance, leaned against the door and thought for a moment, finally smiled, and took the initiative to ask: "Duan Yang, where are you going?"
Among the beauties who were sent in, Sang Feiwan had the best appearance, but he also had the worst temper. He always wanted to be strong, for fear that others would steal his limelight. I was punished yesterday, and I don’t know how many people were secretly laughing at me.
Duan Yang suddenly saw him smiling and talking to him, as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes widened for a long time and he didn't know how to answer: "Why do you ask this?"
Listening carefully, there is some hostility hidden in the tone, but it is not difficult to understand that Sang Feiwan is good-looking and is a potential threat to Duan Yang's strategy of Bailiduyue.
To put it more bluntly, Duan Yang actually didn't mind getting rid of Sang Feiwan, but he had seen that Sang Feiwan was stupid and not a threat, so he didn't take action.
Sang Feiwan pretended not to see the hostility in his eyes. The curve of his lips did not change, and even deepened a little: "The steward asked me to work when I wake up. Are you going to clean the study? I will go with you."
The tragedy of Baili Crossing the Moon started because of Duan Yang. If you want to eliminate the source, you must naturally start with Duan Yang. In a sense, the two of them have the same purpose -
Get rid of the other party.
Duan Yang paused when he heard the words. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't refuse. He just said in an incomprehensible voice: "It's up to you."
The study is the room where Baili Duyue usually hangs his paintings. It is full of scrolls, so he must be very careful when sorting them out. Duan Yang was down-to-earth and steady, and he was the most considerate person in charge, so he was given the task of cleaning the study room.
Who doesn't know that the city lord loves painting so much that cleaning the study is like getting the moon first. Duan Yang was stupid or crazy, he actually asked Sang Feiwan to go with him.
The beauties pruning flowers and plants around them couldn't help but look over, but they saw them carrying buckets into the study one after another, and they had different thoughts for a while.
Sang Feiwan pushed the door open and entered the study, and was greeted by the strong aroma of paper and ink. He looked around and saw that the walls were covered with paintings, landscapes, flowers and birds, with just a few strokes and infinite charm. They must have been painted by the Baili City Lord who "brilliantly wrote about the world".
The items on the treasure shelf next to it are not rare antiques, but various precious inkstones. On the wall in the middle hangs a painting with wet ink. I saw mountains and rivers, and a small house was hidden among them. The monk braved the wind and snow to walk on the moonlit night, which seemed to be somewhat Buddhist.
Sang Feiwan's mother was a painter, and he knew more or less about painting. Seeing this, he couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that he was indeed very powerful in painting.
Duan Yang kept paying attention to him and asked aloud: "What are you looking at?"
Sang Feiwan rolled up his sleeves, revealing a well-jointed wrist, and carefully wiped the dust on the table with a white handkerchief: "It's nothing, I just saw that this painting looks good, and the signature is stamped with the private seal of the city lord. It must be very special." It’s precious. We need to be careful not to spend it, otherwise it will be bad.”
He seemed to be deliberately telling someone, but it seemed like he didn't say anything.
Duan Yang is the male protagonist of a pornographic novel. His mind is full of unspeakable things. He doesn't know the words for calligraphy and painting. Hearing this, he glanced at the painting and said, "How can a good painting be stained? Why is he so squeamish?"
Sang Feiwan: "The ink marks on it are not yet dry, so it is easy to get stained."
Duan Yang was a little surprised: "I saw this painting hanging here yesterday. How come I didn't do it? Don't lie to me."
Sang Feiwan smiled and explained in a low voice: "This ink is a thousand-year-old ink. It is ground from the traceless stone deep in the seabed of Shark City. After the painting is completed, it needs to be dried in a cool place for eight days. The color can last for thousands of years." It won’t fade. The ink mark on the paper is deep, so it must not be dry. When it dries, the color will be a bit lighter than it is now, and the meaning of the mountains will come out. "
What he said made sense, causing Duan Yang to look at him several times in confusion. Sang Feiwan turned a blind eye and continued to clean seriously, looking completely different from usual.
Duan Yang made an excuse to talk to him: "Have you been to Bone City?"
Sang Feiwan: "The City of Bones is in the Ghost Realm, so naturally I won't go there."
Duan Yang refused to give up: "What about Snow Wind City?"
Sang Feiwan: "It's an extremely cold place over there. Drops of water turn into ice. Ordinary people will most likely freeze to death if they go there, and I won't even go there."
He knew why Duan Yang asked this, because in addition to Baili Duyue, Duan Yang also had the owners of three other cities, and later even got together with the emperor. Get information in advance now and be prepared.
Duan Yang saw that Sang Feiwan didn't say anything, so he felt bored. He finished tidying up the desk, glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall, and suddenly said to Sang Feiwan: "Okay, it's almost done, let's go out. The city lord will be back soon, and he might want to see the paintings. He doesn't like people. disturb."
Sang Feiwan paused after hearing this and stopped what he was doing: "Okay, it's getting late, let's go back first."
The two of them had their own secrets, and after leaving the study, they went back to their houses. But when Sang Feiwan walked to the corner, he remembered something and suddenly turned back the way he came. Unexpectedly, he happened to see Duan Yang sneaking back into the study, and it took a long time before he came out.
Sang Feiwan hid in the dark against the wall and lowered his eyes slightly when he saw this, seemingly not surprised. When he saw Duan Yang leaving, he stood up straight and slowly opened the door and entered the study. However, he saw that the picture of monks under the moon in the main hall had suddenly been deliberately erased with a large line of ink, which looked unusually abrupt.
"How stupid..."
Sang Feiwan muttered to himself and laughed softly, as if he was lamenting Duan Yang's clumsy tricks.
He stared at the ink mark for a long time, and suddenly felt that adding branches and snow plums would be a good idea. But he did nothing and quietly exited the study, then closed the door and went back to the house to rest.
It was night, when it was time for dinner, everyone was preparing to go to the kitchen to serve food, when they saw the housekeeper suddenly filed in from the Moon Gate with several guards, his face became gloomy: "Who is responsible for cleaning the study today? !”
Everyone looked at Duan Yang subconsciously after hearing this. Duan Yang was also stunned for a moment, then stood up and scratched his head stupidly and said: "Fei Wan and I went together. He said that I was too tired to clean alone, so he wanted to help me. I agreed."
The housekeeper couldn't help but frowned: "Sang Feiwan? Why does he have anything to do with you?!"
Duan Yang asked in confusion: "Butler, what happened?"
The housekeeper barely held back his anger and said: "Today the city lord came back to the house and ordered someone to take a look at the paintings. He saw that the paintings hanging in the main hall of the study had been defaced. Now he is about to accuse someone. You, you, who can you ask for help? Okay, I want to find Sang Feiwan!"
Now that things have come to this, there is nothing that everyone still doesn’t understand. Duan Yang was honest and honest, and he never made any mistakes when cleaning the study. Why did something happen as soon as Sang Feiwan left today? Duan Yang, this silly boy, was clearly framed by Sang Feiwan.
At this time, the importance of impression points is reflected. Almost no one suspected that it was Duan Yang who did it, and they all placed their suspicion on Sang Feiwan.
The housekeeper asked angrily: "Where is Sang Feiwan?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creak of the door, and Sang Feiwan suddenly walked out of the house. He should have heard the noise outside, but he didn't panic at all: "Steward, Duan Yang and I did clean the study together today. It's just that when the two of us left, the calligraphy and painting were still in good condition and there was no damage."
The housekeeper frowned and looked at Duan Yang: "Is that so?"
Duan Yang shook his head and stammered: "I... I forgot... I left the study first today, and I left it closed late, so I didn't pay attention to the painting."
He is deliberately diverting trouble to the east.
The housekeeper was impatient to listen to the two of them shirking their responsibilities, and waved his hand and ordered the guards to take them both away: "You can keep these words to speak in front of the city lord!"
Duan Yang secretly rejoiced when he heard that he could go see the city lord, and his eyes lit up for a moment.
Sang Feiwan didn't react at all. Without saying a word, he went to the main hall with the guards.
The previous old city lord of Cangdu City had countless heirs, but only Baili Duyue could succeed him and take charge of the entire Northern Territory, which is obviously impressive. When Sang Feiwan entered the main hall, he saw a man sitting at the head, wearing a jade crown and a red uniform with dark gold patterns, giving him a lazy and earthly look. But what's even more bizarre is that Baili Duyue's hair color is not jet black, but as clear as frost and snow, and even her eyelashes are white.
When Duan Yang saw Baili Duyue for the first time, his eyes immediately memorized it. He didn't expect that the mission target given to him by the system looked so stunning.
Sang Feiwan stared at Baili Duyue's dark eyes for a moment, and finally concluded that the person in charge of the body was an evil personality. He smiled faintly, then lifted up the hem of his robe and knelt down calmly: "Feiwan has met the city lord. "
He is like a man in a painting, his every move is flowing and flowing, with indescribable elegance. The dark jade in his eyes, the low eyebrows and the slight smile made even the palace a little brighter, and people suddenly understood what the four words "Pengpi Shenghui" meant.
The man on the high seat glanced at Sang Feiwan and suddenly felt familiar. Later, I realized that he was the most noisy one among the beauties in the backyard, with a straw bag in his belly and no ink on his chest, just like a beauty with skin and bones, flesh and soul, which is really difficult to paint.
But when I took a look today, it actually had a bit more aura to it.
Baili Duyue stood up and left his seat in full view of everyone, and walked down the steps with his hands behind his back. The hem of his crimson robe brushed against the ground and passed by, making a slight sound. He walked up to Sang Feiwan and asked in an emotionless voice, "Did you make the painting?"
The attendant came forward holding the painting, and the ink marks were more abrupt than in the daytime.
Sang Feiwan said calmly: "Feiwan did clean the study, but he didn't dirty the scroll. Please let the city lord know clearly."
Baili Duyue had the same idea as everyone else, suspecting that Sang Feiwan deliberately framed Duan Yang: "You said that you never smeared the scroll, what proof is there?"
Duan Yang escaped any criticism because he was "honest" on weekdays.
Sang Feiwan: "The city lord used traceless ink for painting. I saw that the mountains in the painting had heavy brush strokes, but the lightness was not visible, so I knew that the ink marks were not dry yet, so I was very careful when cleaning. How could I deliberately rub off the scroll." "
Baili Duyue seemed to chuckle when he heard this: "You know your stuff."
His fingertips were long and cold, and he suddenly lifted Sang Feiwan's chin, looking directly at him with unclear meaning. However, those eyes were open-minded and magnanimous, showing no trace of any fuss or panic.
After a few breaths, Baili Duyue slowly withdrew his hand and said with a clear meaning: "If it's not you, then there is someone else."
Duan Yang was so panicked now that he hurriedly knelt down and saluted with his hands raised: "City Lord, I really don't know why the scroll was scratched. Please tell me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. He looked up subconsciously, but he was caught off guard and met Sang Feiwan's unpredictable eyes. He saw the other party curling his lips and smiling: "Yes, City Lord, Duan Yang definitely didn't rub the scroll on purpose, I guess he accidentally touched his sleeve while cleaning."
After hearing the words, everyone looked around and saw a small piece of black ink on Duan Yang's cuffs and fingertips, and they couldn't help but be shocked.
The male protagonist of Stallion Little Porn always thinks with his lower body, and Duan Yang is naturally not that smart. He panicked and tried to retract his hand, but stammered and explained: "This piece of ink is from when I was practicing calligraphy in the house last night." Be careful, it's not, it's not the painting..."
Duan Yang's explanation stopped abruptly, because he suddenly saw Sang Feiwan facing him, silently moving his lips, smiling and saying pitifully in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Idiot..."
"I told you that the ink is thousands of years old. Although it is not easy to dry on the paper, it is difficult to remove on the skin. The ink marks will not fade for thousands of years. How could you be stupid enough to rub the ink marks with your hands..."
"If the ink marks cannot be washed away, wouldn't you be asking for death...?"
At this point, Duan Yang's heart suddenly went cold. Only then did he realize that he had been betrayed by Sang Feiwan.