The mourning hall was solemn, only the sound of the wind passed through the hall, whimpering like a ghost crying, the young man looked indifferent to deal with the people who came and went, his posture was upright and silent, someone knelt on the ground and begged him to be heavy, and he waved his hand casually and sent him out.

As the night grew darker, the man crept in and changed the lamp twice, the warm light reflected the white cloth, and the cold made people's hearts palpitate, and the young man knelt straight for a long time, and watched the paper in the brazier turn to ashes, and suddenly closed his eyes, and shed a tear.

Dark water stains smeared on his clothes, his head hung low, his slightly long broken hair hid all the expressions on his face, and his teeth bit his lip tightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The young man's back was still straight, and even when he cried, he stubbornly did not show his vulnerability, but Dilumudo looked at it, but he only felt that a small fire in his heart was gradually growing.

If you want to destroy this man's pretended arrogant face, shatter all his arrogance, and force him to reveal his despair and helplessness, that scene must be very beautiful.

It wasn't until a long time later that the boy forcibly restrained himself from raising his head and inhaling deeply, wiping away the tears from his face, and turning his head and staggering over the high threshold.

The subordinate guarding the door nervously and diligently came up and stretched out his hand in a vain attempt to help the young man, but was opened by the young man's palm.

"Drag it down, cane to death."

The voice was hoarse, but full of coldness.

"Majesty, Majesty forgiveness!" The subordinate threw himself on his knees, trembling and trembling like chaff, and then the subordinate beside him knelt down, and did not dare to raise his head with solemn eyes.

"Father seems to be too fond of you." The young man elegantly summoned the palace maid to tidy up the slightly messy corners of his clothes for him, and said lightly, "It's okay, it's ugly to get dirty on the ground like this, let people deal with it." ”

The corners of the white robe crossed the eyes of the subordinates, and the indifferent voice echoed in the ears, "The first emperor was busy drilling the camp before the bones were cold, and my palace could not leave your big Buddha." ”

The subordinate opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, he could only watch himself being dragged away by the guards, the first emperor did not see blood during the mourning period, and what awaited him was a future that could not survive and not die.

Dilumudo followed behind the young man, and an invisible force held him tightly around the young man for a few meters, and followed the plain white figure in front of him step by step.

With his eyes, he can naturally see that the young man's weak body is already the end of the strong crossbow, and he can still rely on his own strength to move forward with a breath, his back is not bent at all by arrogance, but it reveals a bit of fragility, and even seems that as long as a little weight is added, the young man will be completely crushed.

But with such a breath, the young man survived, and the yellow robe added to the ninth five, and he was calm to the point of almost incredible.

This is a dynasty called "Ming", the territory is vast and prosperous, and the young man who is only fifteen years old holds the supreme authority, and his eyes are stained with the coldness of the world that does not belong to his age.

Except for the middle of the night, he poured himself a drink in silence until he was drunk and delirious.

"They're so happy." The young man's white jade-like face was dyed with a thin red rouge, and his fingers played with the glass jade lamp in his hand, and a colorful phantom was reflected under the lamplight, "If a person gains the Tao chicken and dog ascend to heaven, they are afraid that they will long want their father to die early." ”

Dilumudo stood in front of the table, and from his point of view, he could see that the young man's eyes were large and black, and the clothes that had just been cut for a long time looked somewhat empty on him.

"But I'm not happy." The young man gradually put a mild and lazy smile on his face, and poured the wine in the cup on the ground, "So everyone has to accompany me to be unhappy, don't you say" He staggered to his feet and walked in front of Dilumudo, "I don't know where the lonely ghost came from. ”

"Can you see me?" Dilumudo asked, no one could see him or feel his presence these days.

"Although I can't see clearly" The young man stood on tiptoe and stroked his face, the hands were beautiful, clean and slender, showing a translucent color in the moonlight, the young man looked at the man in front of him in a trance, it was a strangely dressed young man, his feet were floating in the air, he had drunk too much wine to blur his eyes, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly, only a pair of brilliant light golden eyes could be seen, "beautiful eyes"

The fingers lightly touched the young man's cheek, but the fingertips did not feel anything, only the cool breeze of the night swept between the fingers, the figure of the young man was like the moon in the water in the mirror, and the fingertips blew through the breeze, and turned into a streamer and disappeared again.

"Is it gone?" the boy stood for a long time, and finally covered his mouth and laughed.

"Majesty?" The chamberlain whispered cautiously.

"I'm fine." The young man removed the smile from his face and poured himself another glass of wine, "It's just a dream." ”

Ouchi's treasured tribute wine was poured to the ground, and the young emperor leaned on the table with his hands, his eyebrows and eyes showed three points of warmth, "It's easy to walk all the way." ”

At the same time, on the other side, the young master was lying on the shoulders of the knight who was so stupid in the dream that he wanted to cry, feeling that he was very likely to fall asleep again in the dream.

You love me, I love him, he doesn't love me, I want to pester you, so I want to destroy you at any cost, get him, and finally fall short, only to find out that you love me the most, and then everyone dies together, Kyogohiko vouches for his reputation as a best-selling author, and this bloody no-essay pen will never sell, no matter how good it is.

How to say it, this plot is simply challenging the intelligence and emotional intelligence of bystanders from beginning to end, deeply doubting whether they are in the same world as them, and the whole background is full of disobedience.

Men who are crazy about love and women who are crazy about love, and so on

Kyogohiko frowned, and involuntarily conceived the synopsis of the story in his brain, the blonde lemon head is the number one male protagonist, and the red-haired woman is the second male protagonist in male disguise as a woman, and the background is casually set up in an era, plus a beautiful and amazing woman disguised as a man and only wants to defend against the enemy's general heroine -

It seems to be a little touching?

So in the whole dream that followed, Kyogokuhiko was immersed in his own world, and made up a bloody story that combined popular elements such as national hatred, family hatred, officialdom, love and killing, so much so that the next morning when he saw Di Lumuduo sitting at the dinner table, he subconsciously walked over and reached out and touched the young man's full and solid chest muscles, and sighed softly.

How do you feel like he's sorry. Dilumudo lowered his head and looked at Kyogohiko for three seconds, giving up exploring the complex inner world of the little master.

Breakfast is a simple white porridge, Kyogokuhiko said that as long as there are glutinous rice dumplings after the meal, it doesn't matter, and the heroic spirit can stay awake as long as the magic is enough, and in this regard, Kyogokuhiko has always done a perfect job.

A room full of youkai was sent out to inquire about the news, and after Kyogokuhiko finished eating, he opened his luggage and turned out a stack of manuscript paper, closed Dilumudo out the door, and sat down at the table to write the story that had basically completed the framework in his dream.

The heroine is called Di Li and uses a yellow and a red two brushes, of course, he can't let the Servant, who is not very stable, see it, just in case, he also asked Di Lumu to go out to find trouble for Saber, and armed with more than a dozen pure heart talismans from top to bottom, which is enough for him to maintain rationality in the face of Saber and not to stab people to death.

After all, Dilumudo was still looking forward to seeing Saber's face in the face of the ruined Holy Grail, which must be beautiful enough to make him feel the supreme joy from the deepest part of his heart.

Kyogokuhiko writes quickly, especially this kind of manuscript that has already been typed, and it doesn't take long for his hands to be covered with several pieces of manuscript paper.

I love you, you don't love me, it's all men, it's all women, it's the original you're a man, it's a woman, blackened, whitewashed, blackened, whitewashed, dead and alive and dead, whether it's a straight and elegant font or a serious expression, I can't see that it's written like such a bloody newspaper work, and even when I broke the window and broke in, I forgot what I wanted to say for a while, opened my mouth and couldn't help asking: "Are you making up your homework?" ”

The answer to him was a fountain pen that was thrown straight towards the door, "Little master, don't be so angry~~" The empty illusion smiled and turned into the appearance of a girl, jumped down and hugged Kyogokuhiko and rubbed, "People are also in a hurry to find you~~"

"Huh?" Kyogokuhiko jumped out of the void's arms, frowning at the folds on his shoulders that had been pressed out by the void.

"Toya is missing." Kong Illusion said, smoothing the clothes on the young master's shoulders with a flattering face as he spoke, "After he left the shrine yesterday, he never came back. ”

"You're going to come to me," Kyogokuhiko said, "can't feel his breath?" ”

"I can't feel it at all, and I can't leave the shrine for too long, so," the blonde Sky Fox leaned over with his palms folded and said loudly, "Please, help me find it!" ”

"It's really rare to see the sky fox illusion like this." Kyogohiko opened the door and squatted down to touch the two little rabbits who rushed over when he heard the movement, and laughed wickedly, "Do you want to try to beg me with tears in your eyes?" ”

"Allow me to refuse." Kong Phantom straightened up, rubbed two handfuls of the little master's hair, and hugged him into his arms, "Help~~ The little master is the best~~"

"Which eye do you have the best eye to see me?" Kyogokuhiko struggled to get his head out of the fox's limp chest one day, and choked, "It doesn't matter to me that the inconsequential human died either. ”

"Ahh

"Hmph." Kyogokuhiko raised his head with his hands high, but his eyes involuntarily stared at the sky fox's light golden light, thick and warm fur, and the touch of hooking on his calves, making him feel itchy and eager to grab something and rub it.

"Little young master is the best~~" Sky Fox shamelessly raised his head to rub Kyogohiko's sensitive waist, raised his tail and shook it gently from side to side, and saw Kyogohiko's eyes moving with his tail, and immediately increased his firepower, and the whole fox wrapped around Kyogohiko's body like no bones, "Help, help~~"

The fluffy and delicate touch pierced the skin through the shirt, Kyogohiko shivered reflexively, reached out and stroked the soft big tail of the sky fox, and half-squinted his eyes in satisfaction, "Leave a point. Body to me. ”

"No problem~~" The sky fox pounced affectionately and rubbed the young man's cheek, letting out a long howl, a faint golden phantom came out of her, and the large fox shadow gradually shrank and solidified, until it finally turned into an entity-

"Chirp?" The little fox with the golden fur let out a chirp in ignorance, and trembled, and what seemed to be only a small clump of tail trembling and burrowing under the belly of the sky fox.

"Alright, good boy." Sky Fox lowered his head and arched the little fox out, holding the back of its neck and putting it in Kyogokuhiko's hand, "This child is still very young, you have to treat him well~"

"Tail?" Pressing the small fur ball on his hand and touching it from beginning to end, Kyogokuhiko was keenly aware of its extraordinaryness.

"Takamagahara's secret technique~" Sky Phantom sneered, "This is my fifth tail, isn't it cute?" ”

"More likable than you." Kyogohiko put the little fox on the table, and with a thought, he built a small cage made of wind to stop the little fox from running around, and casually tore off the pompoms on his clothes and teased them.

The white pom-pom swayed and made a brushing sound, and the little fox was quickly attracted to all the attention, and stupidly stretched out its paws to flutter on the pom-pom.

The little light golden fox has a lot of fluff and looks fat and round, and its four little short legs often flutter and flutter and trip together, and they really roll on the table like a ball, and it looks really cute and tight.

Kyogohiko fuzzed the little fox's jaw, seriously considering the possibility of keeping it by his side forever.

The little master likes ferocious beasts, but he doesn't mind leaving a soft little guy to amuse.

"Don't play!" Empty Illusion anxiously swirled around on the ground, "Go find it out!" ”

"When did I say I wouldn't look for it?" Kyogokuhiko lazily picked up the little fox holding the pom-pom, and turned his head to look at the cloudy sky, "It's already started, Hyakki's night walk." ”