There is no lively sound in the deep palace, it is silent all the year round, winter is approaching, and even the sound of flowers, birds, fish and insects has disappeared in my ears.

Ding Bao sat in the study with his chin propped up, and the ink on the brush in his other hand had already dried up.

On the desk in front of her was a piece of paper, on which was a magnificent painting, in which was a long and brilliant river, with a curved arch bridge on it, and a gurgling river under the bridge, and above the river, it was full of bright and crowded lanterns like stars.

The lamp prints the water, and the watermark marks the lamp, like a mirror.

Under the heavy brushwork, there is a prosperous scene, and beside the starry riverbed, there is a slender figure.

It was obviously a bustling crowd, but he was the only one dressed in black, with long hair tied up, and although he had no facial features, he was tall like a god, which shows the painter's love for him.

Ding Bao lowered his eyes, looked at the person in the painting, his smart eyes turned slightly, and then he dipped in some red ink, outlining a slender figure next to the man in black.

Black and red are intertwined, thick ink is entangled, printed with stars in the sky, looking warm and lively, arousing reverie.

This painting uses a lot of brush and ink, and it dries more slowly.

Ding Bao put down his pen, flattened the whole painting, and then turned his back to look out the window.

Today's sun is shining, it is a warm winter day, and the plum that grows against the corner of the wall has budded and is ready to be released, just waiting for the cold day to stretch out.

It's a good scenery outside, Ding Bao stepped forward and pushed open the window, the moment the cool breeze blew on his face, a figure rushed in from outside the Lamerin, and before Ding Bao could speak, the figure had been extremely sharp and flew into the house, holding a knife in one hand and covering Ding Bao's mouth with the other.

"Don't move, I won't hurt you."

The man's voice sounded very young, and his face was wrapped in a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cautious and alert peach blossom eyes.

Ding Bao looked at the person covering his mouth through the glass window in front of him, his heart turned, and then he unconsciously became nervous.

No way.

The plot shouldn't have advanced so fast, right?!

Without giving her time to think about it, the man had already closed the window, covered Ding Bao's mouth and pushed her forward to lock the door.

The two ways out were sealed, and Ding Bao stared at a pair of eyes, "wooing" and wanted to speak.

The man pressed to her ear and whispered.

"I'm sorry girl, the situation is urgent, and I ask the girl to save my life, and I will definitely report back in the future!"

The words of déjà vu, as well as this damn charming voice, Ding Bao used his brain a little, and immediately determined the identity of the person behind him.

Grass!

Why is this son of a son so breathless?!

Why did you enter the palace now?!

The more Ding Bao thought about it, the more angry he became, he couldn't help but tense all over, and he couldn't wait to turn around and slap him.

This is not an imperial mausoleum, this is a royal palace!

He rushed in with such fanfare, wasn't he afraid that he would be hacked to death by Cen Yao after being discovered?!

What a bullshit male protagonist.

How did this IQ defeat Cen Yao and finally become the lord of the world?

Ding Bao shivered coldly.

But I can only endure it.

The top priority is not to let him be discovered by Cen Yao, otherwise according to Cen Yao's temperament, it is not too thin to chop him into meat puree.

"This strong man, we have something to say, how can you let me help you?"

Ding Bao followed the plot.

The man behind him lowered his voice.

"I'm going to hide here for a while, I'll leave when I'm recovering from my injuries, I advise you not to think about anything else, take this poison, and give you the antidote when I'm safe to leave."