If you don't count, you will die

After that, he was silent and did not dare to move.

Since Dijun Zhan was born in the sky, he has been known for his cold heart, surly temper, and bloody methods.

Mo Mo is bold and lucky, if any official is here, he will be trembling in fear, begging for mercy on his knees, let alone lift the emperor's mask.

When Dijun said he chopped off your hand, he was definitely not joking.

Shen Mo put his hands in front of him in a regular manner, and a complicated dress was spread out behind him and stacked with the emperor's black robe beside him.

Dijun placed one hand lightly on his knee, while the other hand was still holding on to the cane, and his eyes closed again.

Although the luan car was big, it was also closed, and the two of them were not far away. The emperor had a strong sense of presence, which made the luan car look a bit crowded, and the silence gave the illusion that the whole person was shrouded in the exclusive domain of the emperor.

The team patrolling the city walked slowly around the capital of the Jiuchong Kingdom. Accompanied by the silk and bamboo orchestra, two figures, one red and one black, were faintly glimpsed inside as the gauze swayed.

After many years, this scene is often talked about by the people of Jiuzhong.

Although they wondered why the emperor who hated the theory of heaven, earth and Taoism the most suddenly appointed a new national teacher, no one would ask.

They only know that the new national teacher is only 16 years old, that the emperor stood with his broken leg to watch the sacrificial dance for the new national teacher, that the emperor and the new national teacher rode a luan car to tour the city, and that the new national teacher was a closed disciple of the former national teacher , the former national teacher who was ordered by the emperor to be skinned and cramped, only Daojun's heart is unpredictable.

Various speculations and rumors were spread in Jiuzhong in private, and then spread out from Jiuzhong.

Mo Mo is not stupid, knowing that now he has been lifted to a high place inexplicably by the emperor, and he can't get up and down, but he doesn't know what the emperor's purpose is.

Don't talk about the people of Zhan Tian Kingdom, but Zhan □ □ Hall, the officials of various divisions already have a contest in their hearts, whether they want to win over or wait and see, they are planning one after another.

Until the end of the city tour, the emperor kept his eyes closed.

This tour of the city lasted for half a day, and the whole trip was slow and dull. Silent was asked to fast the day before yesterday, and now his stomach is empty, and he is crying endlessly. The emperor on the side may have heard the movement clearly, but his body reacted silently Unable to control it, I could only listen to my stomach growling with a blank expression.

The city patrol team finally returned to the imperial palace. Silence thought that this day's torture was over, but he didn't expect that the emperor left a sentence before he got off the luan chariot and left: "Follow me back to the Hall of Light, I have something important to do with you , talk at night by candlelight."

The last four words sound quite meaningful.

silence:"……"

Shen Mo came to the Hall of Light Embers before he could change out of his fine attire.

The Hall of Embers is more majestic and magnificent than the Hall of Peeping Ji, but it is very dark. At this time, the sky is getting darker. If it is the Hall of Peeping Ji, the palace people have already lit the lamps, but at this time, the Hall of Embers is just like its name, dark and cold.

After entering the Hall of Light and Embers, the emperor was already eating. Seeing Shen Shen approaching, several palace servants came in silently and opened the seats for Shen Shen, and spread the bowls and chopsticks.

Mo Mo was already hungry, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and ate, and forgot the emperor in front of him for a while, eating a bit fiercely, like a little wolf protecting food.

By the time the silence was over, Dijun had long since disappeared.

The palace servants who were waiting at the side leaned over to Shen Mo and whispered: "Master, the emperor is here to invite you."

Shen Mo stroked his chubby belly, got up and followed the palace servants away.

The palace people didn't talk much along the way, and they didn't ask questions in silence. The two soon came to a hot pool.

I saw the hot air by the pool, and the emperor who left first was soaking in the pool with his back facing him. At this moment, the palace servants bowed and retreated away, standing silently on the spot, not knowing what it meant.

Dijun seemed to have eyes behind him, and whispered, "Come here."

Shen Shen raised his legs and walked slowly to the side of the bath.

As soon as he approached, he was dazzled by the steaming mist. The hot and humid air seemed to soak the red gauze in front of his eyes, which made him a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, the red gauze was thin, otherwise his vision would be affected.

The emperor by the pool was lying there with his back facing Silence, his black hair was spread out and stuck to his back wetly, he could vaguely see the broadness of his back, his raised arms stretched his muscles, and his texture was distinct.

Silence stood on the other side of the pool, not saying a word.

Dijun suddenly threw something over, silently raised his hand to take it, wet his hand, "wipe your back."

Mo Mo grabbed the hot towel in his hand, feeling a little dazed, thinking he heard it wrong.

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Dijun simply turned around, and a pair of black eyes looked straight at him through the mask, staring at him closely.

Shen Mo moved, bent down simply, and squatted down behind Dijun to wipe the Dijun's back that was exposed outside the pool.

He didn't expect that the national teacher of Zhantian Kingdom would have such a duty?

Does he have to come to serve the emperor to take a bath every day in the future?

Dijun leaned against the edge of the pool, silently going back and forth only to wipe the small area, he seemed to feel a few uneven spots through the hot towel, he pushed back Dijun's black hair, and saw a few scars there, which seemed to have been aged for a long time , had already turned white and raised, and the scar went down, as if it had spread to other places covered by the pool.

Shen Mo took a closer look, and the hem of the robes piled up beside him slid into the pool water, and immediately filled the pool with water, becoming even heavier.

Mo Mo wiped that area over and over again, his skin turned red, and Dijun finally moved.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shen Mo's wrist holding the hot towel, and with a single force, he dragged Mo Mo into the warm pool.

Mo Mo fell headlong into the pool water, his clothes were soaked, he thumped twice, lost his balance for a moment, groped in the warm pool water, choked a few mouthfuls of hot water, and then grabbed A warm place slowly stood firm, the water in this pool was not deep.

And Dijun has been quietly watching Shen Mo struggling in the water, without moving.

The red gauze in front of Shen Mo's eyes was completely soaked, and it hung in front of his eyes, making Shen Mo unable to open his eyes.The red gauze was pulled down, and then he opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at the black eyes of God's Lord from a close distance, and what he supported with his palm was Dijun's thigh.

The emperor who had been silent all this time suddenly stretched out his hand to help the silent hand, and said coldly: "Wipe your back."

The hand was swung away, the center of gravity changed, Shen Mo staggered again, and then sat down on his knees in the water, and saw that the emperor had turned his back to him and lay on the edge of the pool.

silence:"……"

Looking at the black hair wrapped around the back in front of him, Shen Mo picked up the hot towel, rolled up the thick sleeves, and stretched out his hand to slowly brush back the black hair on Dijun's back.

Dijun's back was completely exposed, and the scar on his back was even more shocking than when he only saw one spot just now.

I saw scars all over the strong back in front of me, ravines interlaced, whip wounds, knife wounds, and even scalds. Although the wounds had been scarred for a long time, they still looked horrifying.

After a while, Shen Mo slowly put the hot towel on it and wiped it slowly.

He wanted to avoid those scars, but he couldn't do anything because the scars were too dense.

As for Dijun Zhan, who was facing away from him, his eyes were slightly lowered, and there was nothingness inside.

He moved his fingers slightly, as if he was calculating that the time had passed, and the blood wine should start to take effect.

Now there are only two people in this world who know blood wine, one is Emperor Zhan, that is, Lin Mu, and the other is Zhuqing, the owner of Yuezhulou. Blood wine can only be brewed by Zhuqing alone. People will be bound to the master of the blood, live and die together.

Blood wine is precious, not everyone's blood can be brewed, and it is only once in a lifetime, it is meant to be shared and destined, but at this moment it is used in other places.

The corners of Dijun's lips twitched, and he smiled like a smirk, a little ironic, even if he needed this person, he would use the blood wine on him even if he died silently and risked him becoming a useless person.

People who drink blood wine will slowly heat up after a certain period of time, so he dragged Silence into this pool of hot water, covering everything.

Mo Mo finished wiping his back indiscriminately, and climbed up the edge of the pool. At this time, he was dragging his feet in a red robe, and his bundled black hair was skewed and disheveled, sticking wet to his cheeks and neck, very embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he climbed up, Dijun stretched out his hand again, and grabbed the blindfolded red veil that had been hanging around his neck, making his neck tighten, and fell back again.

The red gauze around the neck was held tightly, Shen Mo had to raise his head, and looked at the emperor with a pair of water-soaked black eyes. At this moment, there was no trace of anger in him, just a piece of calm and clear.

The two looked at each other silently, and after a while the emperor let go of his hand and said, "Continue."

continue?

continue what?

Then the familiar hot towel was slapped on Silence's face.

silence:"……"

He grabbed the hot towel off his face with a good temper, silently looked at Dijun who was facing him, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and wiped Dijun's shoulder.

Not only the back, but even the front chest and arms are covered with scars. I don't know how these scars came from. Over time, they have become so detailed and terrifying.

This pool of hot water is long-running water, which always maintains a certain heat. It was not until Shen Mo's cheeks were flushed and sweating that the emperor suddenly got up, splashed a piece of pool water, and splashed Shen Mo's head and face, and then opened his eyes, only to see The emperor put on his robe and walked away with a cane.

After a while, Shen Mo dropped the hot towel in his hand, let it sink to the bottom of the pool, then slowly climbed up again, and ran back to the Hall of Peeping Ji with a wet suit.

Zhao Bao saw Shen Mo came back wet, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he closed his mouth slowly after a while, with some difficulty, he put on his usual indifferent expression, and his voice was pretending to be calm and awkward: "My lord, what are you doing?" Are you back?" Still wet?Are your eyes no longer blindfolded?

Shen Mo stared at Zhao Bao for a moment, then asked back: "Should I not come back?"

Zhao Bao immediately shut up and shook his head.

Shen Mo ignored him, went straight to the second floor to change clothes, and encountered difficulties when he tried to untie the wet red gauze around his neck.

The red gauze was soaked in water and became dry, and was pulled by the emperor vigorously, the knot at the back was already tied dead, Mo Mo put his hands on the back of the neck, and he couldn't untie it until his arms were sore.

The sore arms were hanging down, and the wet feeling between the neck was uncomfortable, but it was not unbearable. Silence was always tolerable, so I ignored him, took a book and leaned against the window to read.

The window sash creaked and moved slightly, a gust of wind blew past my ears, and a low-pitched laughter sounded in my ears: "You're so stupid."