Evil Phoenix

Chapter 21 The Strange Box
The strangest thing was that Bai Yan didn't say anything after the imperial banquet. After returning home, he only asked his servants to deliver a box, saying that it was left by her mother, and never showed up again.

Thinking of the woman in white clothes, rumored to be like a banished fairy, it's a pity that the beauty is so unlucky.

For some reason, Bai Luoge had an inexplicable affection for this mother whom he had never met.

Looking at the things sent by the servants, an antique carved wooden box, looking at the pattern on the box, Bai Luoge felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember it at the moment.
When I raised my hand, I saw that it turned out to be the birthmark on the back of my wrist. I thought it was strange at first, thinking it was painted on, but I didn't want to go deep into the flesh, like a flower blooming from the flesh, it couldn't be washed off at all.

Datura, also known as the other shore flower, the flower of hell.

Poisonous can also be used as medicine, often symbolizing darkness, killing and death.

These Bai Luoge are very clear.

Originally having such a strange birthmark, Bai Luoge thought it was a coincidence, but now that Bai Yan sent the box, Bai Luoge was not sure whether it was a coincidence or some inevitable connection.

I thought that I might be able to find the answer by opening the wooden box, but found that the wooden box without a lock cannot be opened at all, and there is no lock, but it cannot be opened.

After trying all kinds of methods, Bai Luoge gave up. She has learned the modern mechanism, if even she can't open it, then she is sure that the way to open the box is not relying on external force.

But what does this box have to do with me?

From the moment he wanted to open this strange box, Bai Luoge felt a deep sense of powerlessness, felt sad, wanted to escape, but was desperately attracted.

After a while, it was like picking it up from the water, and it was soaked in sweat.

Finally, I decided to give up and felt better. I buried the box under the black bamboo in the yard, and didn’t struggle any longer. If this is a secret that cannot be opened, then let it be buried in the ground for a long time.

Luo Ge, who buried the box and turned to leave, didn't see the place where she just buried the box. At this moment, there was a faint purple light, which dazzled the black bamboo all over the place.

After simply tidying up some daily clothes and supplies, Bai Luoge glanced at Lan Xin, who was about to weep in grief, and suddenly the mood to say goodbye gracefully disappeared.

This time he was punished to copy scriptures at Huguo Temple, and he could not bring any maids with him, and Lan Xin could only stay in the mansion. For Bai Luoge, it would be more convenient to do things without anyone around him.

But for this girl who followed Bai Luoge since she was a child, it should be the first time to part with her master. Seeing that pitiful look of an abandoned puppy, Bai Luoge couldn't help thinking that he was an orphan in his previous life, and he was like this too. Afraid of being left behind, my heart softened for a while.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? I just went to copy scriptures, and it's not like I won't be coming back.

Crying ugly, miss, I don't want you! "Like how she coaxed Xiaoxue in her previous life, she gently coaxed Lan Xin who threw herself into her arms and cried loudly.

She planned not to come back, but she dared not say such words to the girl in front of her.

Upon hearing this, Lan Xin hurriedly raised her head, wiping the tears on her face indiscriminately, simply thinking that as long as she doesn't cry and become ugly, she won't be abandoned.

Tears were still hanging on the fat face of a baby, and he was still yelling anxiously: "Slave, don't cry, slave, don't cry, Miss, you can't let your slave!"

The hands that only care about wiping the tears don't know the severity, and wipe the cold little face in winter flushed.

"Take good care of this yard for me, and take good care of yourself."

Looking at that reddish little face, Bai Luoge's heart was filled with such distress.

For a while, I just wanted to go with Lan Xin.

Bai Luoge, who was about to say something, suddenly flashed in his mind the scene of Mu Xue inserting a dagger into her heart, his whole body was enveloped by a sense of sadness, and his eyes were dark and cold.

In the end, he didn't speak again, waved his hand lightly, and left.

For Bai Luoge, the snow this winter is undoubtedly the coldest, and the coldest thing is the heart...

He strode towards the carriage parked outside the courtyard. The cold wind was fierce. Under the slightly lifted veil, there was an unimaginably beautiful face, and an expression that was colder than ice and snow.

(End of this chapter)