The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 305 The gloomy and violent little emperor vs the bright and charming foreign dancer
Before Fu Wan could react, a tingling pain came from her arm. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Zhao Yuan held it tightly.

His hairpin cut through Fu Wan's arm, and he just wrote a word on Fu Wan's arm.

Bloody words appeared on her wrist, Fu Wan trembled and wanted to withdraw his hand.It's just that Zhao Yuan held her hand tightly, frowning, and wrote a dripping handwriting stroke by stroke.

is an "original".

After he finished writing, Fu Wan's arm was covered with blood.

Zhao Yuan let go of his hand and looked at Fu Wan, "Ah Que, once you're by my side, don't ever think about leaving." He looked at Fu Wan sickly and paranoidly, with an inexplicably hot gloomy gaze.

Fu Wan looked down at the blood on his arm, his eyes were blurred with tears from the pain, he raised his head angrily and stared at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan laughed out loud, clapped his hands and said, "I just like it, you look so displeased with me."

Fu Wan: "..."

This is abnormal.

Because his arm was covered with blood, Fu Wan didn't dare to let his arm get wet for a while, so he raised his arm and walked to the pool.She went to change into dry clothes, sat huddled beside the smoking cage, and ate candied fruit while having nothing to do while she was free.

The light outside the hall dimmed, and twilight enveloped the whole world.

After Fu Wan finished flipping through a book of stories, he realized that a candle was about to burn out, and Zhao Yuan still stayed inside and did not come out.She put down her notebook, got up and stretched, and walked towards the hot spring at the back of the hall.

Palace lanterns were lit around the hot spring, and the dim yellow light shone on the snow-white curtain, making shadows faintly.

Zhao Yuan leaned against the pool and fell asleep.

Fu Wan walked over slowly and softly, Zhao Yuan's face was handsome and cold under the light, his pretty brows were frowned, even when he was asleep, he was full of hostility.He seemed to have dreamed of something extremely bad, his body trembled involuntarily, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the marks on his forehead became deeper.

The boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old was the age when others would cross the long street in anger, but he seemed to be living in the dark, gloomy and miserable.

Fu Wan crouched beside him, reluctant to wake him up for a moment.

But his arm was still in hot pain, Fu Wan couldn't help pouting, a little angrily slapped Zhao Yuan in the air a few times, and sat beside him in a daze when he was exhausted.

No matter how you look at it, the little tyrant looks insecure. Who knows what he has experienced to become such a bad character.

Fu Wan looked at it, but couldn't help feeling pity.

Her Ah Jing is always so difficult.

The system suddenly said: "Trigger the Easter egg, does the host need to open it?"

Fu Wan didn't understand, so, "What Easter egg?"

"You can enter Zhao Yuan's dream and learn more about the Raiders," the system said.

Although the little tyrant looks crazy, no matter how you look at it, he is unwilling to reveal his past.Fu Wan thought for a while, then nodded, "Enter."

After saying these words, there was darkness in front of Fu Wan.

She stood quietly in the dark for a while, and finally some pictures appeared around her, and she was still staying in the palace.

However, it was no longer the luxurious palace where she lived.

This is a cold palace.

The child, who was only five or six years old, had ragged clothes and knelt on the knee-deep snow.He was only wearing unlined clothes, and the clothes were full of tattered marks thrown out by the whip, so it could be said that he was hanging on his body from time to time.

The cold wind blew over, and the dead branches as thick as arms were crushed by the snow.

The child was trembling violently, his teeth were chattering, and his lips were frozen purple.

A thin woman came out of the hall, picked up a basin of water with ice scum, and poured it on the child. The child twitched violently from the cold, and suddenly shrank into a ball.

The woman put her hips on her hips and sneered, "The little bastard is still alive, if I don't kill you, I won't be your mother."

Saying that, he pulled out the whip from his waist and threw it on the child's back.

"Snapped".

The whip slashed across the icy air, beating the child's flesh and blood.The woman showed a ferocious smile, stepped on the child's foot, and rolled it down on the ice and snow.

Soon, the blood wet the snow on the ground, and it was scarlet.

Fu Wan watched and walked over subconsciously, trying to stop that femme fatale woman, but Fu Wan realized that this was just a dream, and she had no way to touch the person in the dream.

The child knelt on the ground, with blood under his body, and he wept silently with his head down.

That was the young Zhao Yuan.

Fu Wan knelt and sat beside Zhao Yuan, watching the child cry so silently, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

The screen turns.

Under the palace wall, the maids gathered together, pointing and pointing at the young Zhao Yuan, with sneers on their faces.

Zhao Yuan was naked, stepped barefoot on the bluestone road of the palace, slipped into the small kitchen and stole a steamed stuffed bun with a nonchalant face, and was chased and beaten by the palace people all the way.The child kept running and running, but no matter how he ran, there were more and more people behind him.

They were all cursing him, calling him a little bastard.

Later, the running child turned into a half-grown boy. He still had scars all over his body, all from being abused by that woman in the cold palace, but he had already learned to fight with that woman. scold.

until that day.

The servant who smiled but didn't smile came to Lenggong to look for him, and many guards with serious and fierce expressions escorted him all the way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

That palace was gloomy and cold, and the man lying on the bed was dying.

He glanced at Zhao Yuan, then averted his eyes in disgust.

This is the first time Zhao Yuan met his father.

"Evil, I..." The old man couldn't catch his breath, he only looked at him with hatred and disgust, without family affection, "I leave this world to you."

Zhao Yuan didn't say a word, just looked at the old man on the couch with aloofness and defense, his eyes were like those of a lone wolf.

"However, you will die like your mother, hahahaha..."

Before the old man could finish his sentence, he died.

Only later did Zhao Yuan know that when he was escorted to meet the first emperor, the lunatic in the cold palace was killed.He was killed with a stick, and before he died, he was still yelling at the late emperor and Zhao Yuan, and his words were vicious and vicious.

Zhao Yuan just regretted that he couldn't personally send that woman on the road.

Fu Wan saw that on the day he ascended the throne, the frail young man was wearing a heavy dress and walking on the long royal road.The morning sun shone in the distance, smearing the bright red palace walls like blood, the young man walked slowly to the highest point, and worshiped the sun, moon, and stars in his formal attire.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his pitch-black eyes couldn't shine even in the sunlight.

She looked at the boy, after everything was over, standing barefoot on the high platform, the wide sleeves of the dress were blown away by the wind.

For a moment, she thought he was going to jump.

(End of this chapter)