It is not uncommon for the emperor to visit the micro-service, but it is easy to have problems during special periods. Although the general's state has stabilized a lot during this time, no one dares to bet. However, who would dare to stop the emperor?

The clear-eyed little guy made a look at the person, and secretly slipped away from the crowd to report the news while Yun Mi was not paying attention.

Chu Buxiu still paints again.

The thirteen pictures of hell, this is the third time he has drawn them.

Each time is more brutal than the last one, the people in the pool of blood in the painting do not know whether they have been skinned or soaked in the pool of blood, except for the black and white eyeballs, there is no other color to see, strange and terrifying.

When Yun Mi found Chu Buxiu in the study, he didn't even raise his head and said, "Your Majesty will wait before you speak, Rong Chen will finish painting this painting." ”

"If I stop writing now, this painting will be useless."

Yun Mi knew that someone was coming to spread the news, and raised his eyebrows: "Can I take a look around?" ”

"Whatever you want."

Chu Buxiu put the thirteen pictures of hell he had drawn before on a large table, which was neat and neat, and there were no wrinkles at all.

At a glance, there is no gap between the two pictures, and if you look closely, the mystery is big.

This is the first one to mention the words, and the crowd in the blood pool is mixed, and the expression is rich. Painful, crying, struggling, resisting, and shivering in the corner...... It can be said that all living beings are in a variety of postures and vivid.

The second one has a much smaller crowd. The expressions of the crowd gradually began to be single, and their eyes were empty, numb, and more dazed.

Yun Mi only felt that there were many meanings in this painting, and she stood beside Chu Buxiu and looked at the third one.

The crowd in this third picture no longer even has expressions, but the black and white eyes are very frightening.

"When did General Chu also believe in gods and Buddhas? This picture is endlessly drawn. ”

Yun Mi said on the side.

"Self-cultivation."

Chu Buzhi was shocked in short.

"Then you should also draw some flowers and plants, draw this, it's weird and scary."

Yun Mi pursed her lips, Chu Buxiu glanced at her, and asked a very strange question: "Don't you feel familiar?" ”

"Ever seen it in a Buddhist scripture?"

Chu Buxiu laughed and didn't answer.

He finished adding the last stroke, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at Yun Mi: "Come to me, something?" ”

Boy.

Chu Buxiu has the right to have no rules, after all, the two of them have a deep relationship, but he suddenly changed his tone, and his eyes became more and more difficult to understand. Yun Mi looked at him, sensing the slightest danger.

"I don't want to go around in circles with you."

Yun Mi didn't want to stand and talk to him, so he found a guest chair and sat down, and poured a cup of tea with ease: "You know, I never wanted to be an emperor. It's just a last resort with this identity. You also said that you will be a loyal servant in this life. So I think you should have more contact with Mingyun. In the future, Mingyun will have to rely on you. ”

"Hmm."

Chu Buxiu replied lightly.

"I heard a few days ago that you are not in good health, and the palace is busy, so I didn't have time to see you. The doctor said it was gout? Does it matter. ”

Yun Mi is here to investigate, and Chu Buxiu is also unfazed on his face: "It's okay." ”

"Again, you're still young."

"I always dreamed a lot of strange things in the past few days."

Chu Buxiu touched the painting under his hand and proposed coldly: "Forget it, don't mention it." I always feel unlucky, so it's better to take a moment and accompany me to the temple. ”

"Why do you want to worship the temple in a good way?"

Looking for a spirit.

She still remembered the collapse of a temple, and she didn't know if it was an accident or something.

"Go to bad luck."

Chu Buxiu pursed his lips and smiled, the meaning was unknown.

Yun Mi saw him smiling evilly, and always felt ill-intentioned. She also smiled with her lips curled and raised, "Okay." ”

When Yun Mi came out of the General's Mansion, he stared at the sign hanging high, looked at the door of the General's Mansion several feet deep, and lowered his eyes.

Mingyun is right, this Chu is endless, there is indeed a problem.

The problem is not small.

After being left in the greenhouse for a long time, she forgot how cruel the world was.

Yun Mi loosened the joints on her fingers and didn't stay long.

She turned out a lot of things from the palace, including the diary that Ming Yun hadn't written a few times since he grew up.

Yun Mi flipped through it, and looked at the less and less handwriting on it with some sadness.

There's so much to say in it. Looking back now, there is always some emotion of the vicissitudes of time.

Faintly, Yun Mi felt that there was something wrong with this mentality.

It's as if this trip to the temple will turn the world upside down.

Mingyun has become much more stable, he no longer shrinks himself into the quilt, and he is not depressed. said that the matter of killing Chu Buxiu was also completely buried in his heart, as if he had never been mentioned.

Yun Mi was selfish, and her choice was never related to what he thought.

In that case, why should he bother with mediocrity.

Huan Chun stumbled into his main hall, carrying a gust of cold wind. Mingyun is copying Junce, in order to achieve Yunmi's mouth, truly for the country and the people.

Although, he was really reluctant.

Huan Chun must have eaten too much wine, and before he could speak, Mingyun smelled the unpleasant smell of wine on his body.

"I know I'm not in good health, but I'm always drunk."

Mingyun glanced at him, hung the pen on the pen holder and was about to pour water for Huanchun to drink.

"Mingyun, ah......"

Huan Chun grabbed Mingyun and said, he didn't speak further, but touched Mingyun's handprints, each one, very carefully.

"Do what?"

Mingyun's scalp was numb from his rough fingers, Huan Chun smiled, and Mingyun immediately withdrew his hand: "Don't be drunk here, I still have to copy books." ”

"The time is almost up."

"What?"

Huan Chun didn't speak, he looked at Ming Yun, slowly sat on the ground, thought for a long time, beckoned and said, "I'll tell you a secret." ”

Most of the time this tone is not good.

has been deceived a lot, and Mingyun has no hope.

This drunk didn't know what nonsense to deal with him, Ming Yun shook his head and brought him a glass of warm water: "Drink." ”

"If you don't listen, you'll regret it."

Huan Chun beckoned: "You come here." ”

Mingyun sighed, knelt beside him, Huanchun's face was pressed over, the smell of wine came to his face, and Mingyun subconsciously held his breath.

"Kill me, and you can turn back time. Well, is this a secret? ”

Mingyun's eyes darkened suddenly, and Huanchun stared at him directly, as if he wanted to distinguish something from Mingyun's eyes.

"I didn't lie to you."

Huan Chun said, "Just kill me, and you can get everything you want." ”

Huanchun took Mingyun's hand and pressed it on his messy head: "It's here." All you need, a knife. ”