But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

Bai Fanlu vaguely heard a voice, a very strange, but somewhat familiar voice.

Vaguely talking...I will find you.

He woke up suddenly, only to realize that he had fallen asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it has passed. He can neither see the rising sun nor the sunset. Ever since he arrived at this unknown place, he has been drawing this picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains endlessly.

Fortunately, the pen just didn't fall on the painting, otherwise it would be ruined.

Bai Fanlu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his brows sour, rubbed his fingers, and planned to lift the pen again.

But the voice just now made him faintly cared, and he always felt that his heart was not at ease. Who would look for him? Mu Yunhe?

That voice... doesn't seem to be him...

Bai Fanlu suddenly became uncertain.

Thinking of that day, he was decoction in the military doctor's account. Suddenly someone came in. He thought it was a soldier and asked if the person was unwell. The person answered and walked over.

Bai Fanlu was about to get his pulse, and the back of his neck suddenly hurt, and then he didn't know what to do.

When I woke up, I was in this place, where there were servants to serve every day, the clothes and food were arranged properly, and the clothes they wore were silk materials that were only available in the rich land. The conditions in Nanban were difficult, and it could not be there.

So who attacked him? Where is it now? None of these are clear.

The only thing I was told was when the "master" would come to see him when he finished drawing a picture of the country.

In addition, this picture of the country and mountains was still half of the painting that Bai Fanlu had painted in the Prince Mu's Mansion before he joined the army. In order to connect the original picture, the "master" in their mouths also specially asked the painter to assist him for two days.

This made Bai Fanlu very surprised. The other party knew that he was drawing this picture in Mu Wang's Mansion. Who on earth was it?

His servants were tight-lipped and couldn't ask anything.

When Bai Fanlu wondered whether he could use any method to force the person behind the scenes to show up, whenever he made a small move, he would immediately receive a warning. Obviously, many people around here were watching him.

The "master" even emphasized that it is necessary to complete the picture of the country with the attitude of the original painting, but if you cut corners, you have to do it all over again.

Bai Fanlu has no other choice but to finish the painting as soon as possible.

It's been so many days, he will have to be exhausted to the extreme before taking a nap, painting day and night, working hard to pay off, and now it's near the end.

It was just a moment of fall asleep, when he heard the cry like a cry, Bai Fanlu felt a little depressed, and he couldn't feel the main point after writing on the manuscript several times, so he decided to go outside to catch his breath.

Since he has been here, he has never been outside. Although the maid told him that there is a bamboo forest in the courtyard, he can relax in his free time.

In the middle of the night, the yard under the moon was extremely deserted, and indeed there were bamboo forests. With the rustling of the breeze, Bai Fan Road walked for a while and fumbled to sit down on a stone bench.

It should be winter, even the air is obviously much colder.

But the bamboo hasn't withered yet, and the fresh smell of fresh bamboo lingers around. There is no noise of cicadas and no birds and birds in the forest, so quiet that people can hear their hearts.

Bai Fanlu didn't think about Mu Yunhe, but he was eager to paint and suppressed all these thoughts, because he knew that thinking was useless.

But at this moment, I still thought of him, thinking that if he found out that he was missing, how anxious he would affect Nanban's battle?

Bai Fanlu shook his head, Mu Yunhe was not such a ignorant person in major events, he believed him.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, the bamboo was swept and rubbed against each other with a rustle, and a bamboo leaf fell in front of him. Bai Fanlu felt it and caught it.

What he felt afterwards, he turned his head slightly.

At the angle he was looking at, there was a person standing in the dark, not knowing how long he stayed there.

The man was half-hidden in the shadow of the bamboo forest, and the short jade flute in his hand glowed in the moonlight. He lifted the flute and stroked it a few times before leaning in his mouth to play.

The sound of the flute is clear, flowing slowly among the bamboo forests, like a stream of spring water euphemistically boiled.

Singing softly with the breeze of bamboo leaves, at first it was like a jade falling down, crisp and bright, with a sense of comfort and loftiness.

Later, the tone suddenly changed, and suddenly it became louder, just like a war song rising to the sky, and the birds in the bamboo forest were all agitated.

This is a very tragic "Broken Cauldron".

The three armies lined up, sinking the boat and breaking the cauldron. Under the setting sun like blood, with the determination to see death as home, the soldiers embarked on a **** road of no return, singing vaguely with the sound of the flute.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times!

Bai Fanlu didn't know how he knew this extremely difficult ancient song, but suddenly the scenes of the desert dusk and the confrontation between the two armies appeared in his mind. When his heart was warm and cold, he recognized this soul-stirring battle song. .

Thousands of troops, strong and fierce. The sound of the flute was stern and stern, but it was clearly sonorous and powerful, with one fold, two folds and three folds, as if through the music, the fallen figure of General Zhan Juci could be seen.

The tone becomes more and more low as it goes backwards, to the extreme point, it seems to be sobbing and faintly exhausted.

The person behind the bamboo forest seemed to become more and more tense. He didn't know what to see in his narrow eyes, and a murderous intent appeared profoundly. Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and he didn't even notice it. At the end of the day, even the fingers holding the flute trembled slightly.

The tone is broken, but still struggling to turn straight up, as if desperately desperate to find a way out.

Rushing from left to right, as if in a demon.

At this critical juncture, there was a clear and long sound that broke through the air, and the sound of the cloud was suppressed. It suddenly cut into the low sound of the flute, like an eagle hitting the sky, and instantly melted.

From the beginning, to turn together.

It is still the song "Broken Cauldron", but the sound of the flute gradually becomes clearer and wider, and finally enters a good state.

Until the end...

In the darkness, the figure in white walked out slowly. Twist the slender bamboo leaves in your hands lightly, put them on your lips and play two clear syllables.

The person with this flute just now is Bai Fanlu.

He didn't know how he could play music with bamboo leaves, but he couldn't help but follow the flute when he heard the flute sound, especially when the flute sound tended to be uncontrollable in the middle, he pulled it back alive.

After blowing, I was also in a cold sweat.

Recalling carefully, the original owner seems to really be able to blow bamboo leaves. There was a description in the novel that the original bishop Xiao Yunzhan blowing bamboo leaves, but he could not teach, but Yun Zhan learned how to use bamboo leaves to play things in the air. Extremely fast.

So who taught the original owner the skill of blowing bamboo leaves?

Bai Fanlu was puzzled, but he did not forget that the person hiding behind the bamboo forest should be the most concerned now, "Who is your Excellency?"

The man accepted the jade flute and seemed to look at him for a while before saying, "Meet again."

Bai Fanlu heard this voice, it was the voice that asked him that night, "Do you remember Xiaoliu"!

"You... it's you! Why are you taking me here?"

This person had seen himself drawing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Mu Wang's Mansion, and Bai Fanlu immediately thought that he was the one who had taken him here!

Just listen to the person with a soft smile, "Are you asking...why do I want to take you?"

I?

Bai Fanlu was taken aback, he was... the emperor?

Nanban has no emperor, only tribal leaders. They are kings. Then this emperor can only be the newly enthroned emperor in Hengchang County, the former five princes, Han Ling!

Thinking that when he first entered the chess game, Han Ling seemed to be focusing on him, Bai Fanlu was not surprised.

It's just that he hasn't figured out why this character arrested himself again after such a long time. Obviously he had been in Prince Mu's Mansion before, and he already knew where he was hiding.

Bai Fanlu thought about his identity, should he kneel down for the emperor?

"After you complete the map of the country, I will come again. At that time, I will give you the answer."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Han Ling left.

Bai Fanlu subconsciously felt that the reason for his abduction was not as simple as a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but Han Ling really never came after he left. He could only finish the painting quickly with all his heart.

When it was finally completed, Bai Fanlu sent a notification immediately, and Han Ling really came in person.

He looked at the scroll on the table carefully for a long time, and finally said, "Yes, it is the country I want."

Bai Fanlu felt relieved and was about to speak.

Suddenly the eunuch's shrill voice came from outside, "Your Majesty, it's early time."

Is it morning? Bai Fanlu thought to himself, if he doesn't sleep, he can't even figure out the time.

"I'll come back tonight."

Bai Fanlu heard that the bead curtain was opened and dropped, and a maid stepped forward and said, "Master, slave and maidservant serve you with breakfast."

I haven't slept for a few days, and finally I don't need to paint anymore. Bai Fanlu ate something at random and fell on the bed until the afternoon.

Only in the evening, Han Ling ordered someone to bring a message, saying that there was something important to deal with temporarily, and he would not come over these few days, so that he would have a good rest.

It was not until one day that Bai Fanlu heard the faint sound of silk and bamboo music, and asked the maid around him, that he knew more about the victory in the war, the nationwide celebration, the palace held a banquet to celebrate the "unification of the country and the mountains", and the generals who returned triumphantly received the dust.

It turns out that the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains is Han Ling's ambition.

Bai Fanlu realized something, but hearing the triumphant victory of the soldiers, he couldn't help but think of Mu Yunhe. Could it be that he was also at the banquet?

But the battle in Nanban was not so easy, and the journey was far away. Even if you succeed, it does not necessarily mean the end. Mu Yunhe shouldn't come back so quickly, so this idea was dispelled again.

But Bai Fanlu deliberately wandered around the courtyard wall for this purpose, trying to hear something.

However, the location of this courtyard is too remote, even the music is hard to hear, let alone people talking. It is around Baifan Road with sensitive hearing, and it can only be learned from the mouth of the maid passing by outside the courtyard wall that the banquet is lively. Scenes.

"Master Meng." The gate guard suddenly said.

Bai Fanlu turned around, and someone came towards him.

"Brother Lu, don't come here unharmed?"

At first hearing this voice, Bai Fanlu almost didn't react. It was Meng Qi and Meng Third Young Master.

By the way, he should be Han Ling's staff.

"The palace is quite lively today. Your Majesty is afraid that you will be boring here alone, so I let my old friend come and talk to you."

Bai Fanlu said, "I don't know why I have a relationship with Meng Sanshao?"

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Yes, you and I have nothing to do with each other, but there is one person in the celebration party, who probably has a close relationship with you."

Bai Fanlu frowned, "..."

"About Little Lord Namu, I think you will be interested and willing to listen to it?"

Bai Fanlu was startled first, and then he was wary. Meng Qi knew about his relationship with Mu Yunhe?

Seeing his indifferent expression, Meng Qi deliberately said, "Speaking of him, that's the most'eye-catching' hero at today's celebration party!"

Although Bai Fanlu couldn't see Meng Qi's expression, from his yin and yang tone, he could hear a trace of bad intentions.

At the same time, he also received important information. Mu Yunhe took care of the overall situation as expected and returned safely after winning the battle.

Thinking that the person was in the palace now, not far from him, even though Bai Fanlu was calm and self-sufficient, his heartbeat still accelerated involuntarily.

Meng Qi is still "praising", "Although the West Side and North Side records are good, they are always up in the air. Only his arrogance is really impressive."

As he said, Meng Qi lowered his voice slightly, and continued, "Your Majesty gave him three years to kill Nanban, but he completed it in less than a month. Guess the reason?"

Mu Yunhe killed Nanban? So fast?

Bai Fanlu thought he was returning from a small victory, so he couldn't believe it, but at the same time he realized that there was something in Meng Qi's words, "...what do you mean?"

Meng Qi approached him and said slowly, "He thought...you are dead."

"What?" Bai Fanlu was shocked.

Meng Qi finally saw a rare touch of movement on that calm face with satisfaction.

"He thought you were burned to death by fire, and that fire was made by the Nanbarians."

Bai Fanlu suddenly felt like a mirror in his heart, faintly understanding something.

"Actually, I have known Mu Yunhe for many years. This person is a personal talent. He is not on the right track. He needs a little encouragement to get things done. So think about the circumstances under which he can become your majesty. A knife, concentrate on fighting the world for your majesty?"

"...Oh," Bai Fanlu understood thoroughly, "It's a good trick to use a knife to kill people and cause trouble."

Meng Qi sniffed, "Your Majesty has long been willing to solicit, who told him to be ignorant? Toast and not eat fine wine."

"But your Majesty put him on the battlefield, and he has never retreated!"

"That's not enough."

"Oh yes, forget that you can't see it," Meng Qi pretended to be mysterious. "Do you know what Namu Yunhe has become?"

Bai Fanlu opened his eyes slightly and held his fingers involuntarily.

Meng Qi tweeted, "He, in order to drag your'corpse' out of the fire, almost the entire face was ruined, and his hands were burned, but it was very fierce to kill you. Do you know what name he has now?"

Hearing Meng Qi's description, Bai Fanlu only felt the turbulent waves in his chest, and his shoulders could not help shaking slightly.

Lower his voice, Meng Qi said, "Ghost prison general."

"..." The fingertips pinched into the palm of his hand, and it was far less distressed. Bai Fanlu could fully predict how Mu Yunhe would be hit when he heard the news of his "death", but he didn't expect it to be so!

He always thought that he was just missing, but he didn't expect to be "dead".

But the calamity hadn't come yet, had Mu Yunhe already reached this point?

"You have nothing to say?" Meng Qi seemed to think that Bai Fanlu's reaction was still too light, which made him unhappy.

Bai Fanlu gritted his teeth secretly, "Let me draw the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I have finished drawing, if you want to force Mu Yunhe... that goal has also been achieved..."

Meng Qi smiled, "You are calm, just wanting to say, Your Majesty should let you go? Then? How about you go find him?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Meng Qi said, "Actually, I don't want to hide it from you. I originally thought that with Mu Yunhe this knife, Jiangshan will be your Majesty sooner or later. What's the use for him to keep you? It's better to just kill it. , It will never be troublesome, but it's a pity..."

Meng Qi looked recklessly, looking up and down Bai Fanlu, "You look three points better than when I first saw you. It's no wonder your Majesty never forgets you."

Feeling that Meng Qi was too close to him, Bai Fanlu took a step back, "Your Majesty has just inherited the Datong. He will definitely not do things that are spurned by the people of the world."

"Are you trying to say that you are the princess that Mu Yunhe is marrying?"

Meng Qi laughed, "Mu Yunhe married Lu Lin, the daughter of the family. If people know that he married you... this is the crime of deceiving the emperor.

"..." This is what Bai Fanlu worries about. If Han Ling wants to deal with Mu Yunhe in a fair way, it will be easy.

"You'd better obey your Majesty's meaning, otherwise, there are three thousand banned troops in the imperial city. At that time, with any imperial decree, he will be ruined and there will be no place to bury him."

"Think about it, whose world is this world."

When Meng Qi came this time, he was able to enter the inner courtyard of the palace, and he had the courage to say so much to himself. It was definitely not a whim of banquet leisure.

Except for Han Ling, no one can acquiesce in him to do this.

Bai Fanlu had already guessed it. This was just a lobbyist in front of the main line to teach him to recognize reality and be ready.

After Meng Qi left, the sound of the banquet gradually faded away as time passed. Bai Fanlu hadn't figured out if Han Ling really asked him, how to respond, or what bargaining chip he would use to negotiate with the other party.

The maid came to ask twice if she would take a bath, but Bai Fanlu didn't want to go back to the house, so she kept sitting by the bamboo forest.

Not long after, there was a movement.

"Waiting for me?"

Upon hearing the words, Bai Fanlu turned to salute, "Your Majesty."

Han Ling glanced at him, raised his hand to invite the waiter behind him, and said something to him with his head turned.

Then a court lady came out with a snow fox fur coat and draped it on Bai Fanlu.

After that, Han Ling waved away from others, and Bai Fanlu waited quietly, intending to listen to what he would say first, and then take the opportunity to act.

He didn't take the initiative to mention Mu Yunhe, for fear that it would anger Han Ling. After all, the king's will was unpredictable, and he couldn't easily listen to Meng Qi's words.

Bai Fanlu's heart turned a thousand times, but the emperor Clinker opened his mouth but only said, "Listen to me playing the flute again."

It was the song "Broken Cauldron" that night, which sounded arrogant and unabashed. This time, I didn't hide my ambitions for thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

But Bai Fanlu didn't want to listen to the music, and finally waited patiently for him to finish.

Han Ling was quite able to observe his words and expressions, and took the initiative to say, "You don't have to worry, I have sent him back with someone."

"..." Bai Fanlu didn't answer, trying to pretend not to care.

But Han Ling said, "Your thoughts about him are written on your face."

Bai Fanlu frowned slightly. He was not an emotional person, so how could he write his thoughts on Mu Yunhe on his face.

Could Han Ling be talking about him?

"You are here, I will not embarrass him."

Bai Fanlu was silent for a while, and said, "He made great contributions to his majesty, but he has become like this. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"He is not strong in his will, and he is easily blinded by appearances, so he can't blame me." Han Ling seemed to smile, "Besides, he doesn't believe you are dead now."

"I left thoughts for him, it's kind enough."

Listening to the gentle voice, what he said made Bai Fanlu feel utterly cold.

That night, the emperor stayed in the courtyard of Baifan Road, but only rested in another room separated by a wall.

Bai Fanlu stayed awake and didn't really fall asleep.

And after waiting for an unknown amount of time, he felt that someone had come in and walked to his bedside.

It was Han Ling, but he just stood still for a moment and whispered something strange, "Really don't remember Xiao Liu?"

"You're so sure... is he the one you're looking for?"

Bai Fanlu was confused.

It should be said that Han Ling is a good emperor, he is not the kind of person who is fascinating and witty, even if Meng Qidu hinted like that, Bai Fanlu couldn't notice that this person had any other interest in him.

He seems to just want to imprison him here, control the general outside, let that person hold hope without forgetting hatred, and completely turn into a sharp blade with no emotions but weakness.

After that, Bai Fanlu slowly discovered that the young emperor didn’t even have the Sixth Academy of Sannomiya. If he wanted to come here, he would be notified in advance. If he didn’t come, he would also be told that he would rest in Chengjiantang to deal with the memorial. .

And even when I came to myself, it was only once every few days, and I was limited to playing the flute or drinking tea, talking about people's livelihood, poetry, calligraphy and painting, and going to bed in different rooms in the same courtyard.

The strangest thing is that for a while, Han Ling was especially obsessed with rewarding some folk things on Bai Fan Road, especially all kinds of straw gadgets.

Once suddenly asked him, "Do you like rabbits?"

Bai Fanlu was inexplicable, and said casually, "Right."

Who would have thought that afterwards, Han Ling actually ordered someone to send a pair of live rabbits, saying that it was for Bai Fanlu to raise his boredom, which really shocked people.

Han Ling occasionally mentioned Mu Yunhe to tell that person is well now, but he still hasn't given up on searching.

This is a hint that he is staying here steadfastly, Bai Fanlu understands.

Unconsciously, a whole harsh winter passed, and in a blink of an eye it was the spring season.

Bai Fanlu counted the days, one month away from Mu Yunhe's 22nd birthday.

It's also time to seriously consider how to get out.

Bai Fanlu couldn't see it now, and he didn't have martial arts. He was surrounded by Han Ling's people, and he couldn't fly by himself.

But he has been paying attention to exploring the environment in which the courtyard is located. The artificially excavated Jinghu Lake next to it is living water. Bai Fanlu guessed that this might be connected to the outside of the palace.

It's just that there is a hidden guard in the yard who can't get into the water, and his water is not good enough to be sure. This road may only be used as a last resort.

When he was unable to do anything, Bai Fanlu heard about it. After one month, when the mang planted, a blessing ceremony would be held in the palace. At the same time, in order to allow the people to worry about farming, some minor crimes and those with no labor in the family were pardoned, and the emperor would personally. Go out of the palace to pray for blessings in the country temple.

Bai Fanlu counted the time, three days before and after the sacrifice, the next day happened to be Mu Yunhe's birthday.

So he took the opportunity to propose to Han Ling that he hoped to walk with the hundred officials on the day of the sacrifice and to pray for the people in the National Temple together.

This reason was justified, and Han Ling did not reject him.

"I want to donate a few meaningful treasures to the National Temple, but I don't want to fall into the clichés. What kind of good does Lu Qing think?"

This question was in the middle of Bai Fanlu's arms, he pretended to think for a moment, and said, "If your majesty is not too clumsy and crude, the meaning of the picture of the country and mountains of thousands of miles should be the best."

Han Ling stared at him for a long while, curling his lips slightly, "Impossible."

Bai Fanlu was still a little worried, for fear that Han Ling would discover something, he didn't expect that he accepted the proposal happily.

"It's just that I look at the picture every day. If you donate it, I won't see it... Lu Qing, why don't you paint another picture for me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bai Fanlu agreed with a low eyebrow.

"No need to draw the same, I don't want you to be too tired, just draw a small picture..."

Han Ling looked down at the jade flute he was playing with, there was a slit in the jade, which seemed to be broken and rejoined.

He said, "Just draw a ‘folding flute’."

"Disperse into the spring breeze, fold the flute on the moonlit night, and draw the flute in your heart."

"This..." Bai Fanlu wanted to say, he had never seen the emperor Longyan, how to draw it.

And Han Ling seemed to understand his intentions, and said, "Don't worry, you can paint later when you want to paint."

Naturally, Bai Fanlu wouldn't seriously think about how to paint a portrait of Han Ling. What he paid attention to was the picture of a thousand li rivers and mountains that was about to be sent to the Guosi.

It will be publicly displayed for many days together with other ceremonies, and it will be visible to both civil and military officials and ordinary people who worship incense at the temple.

However, Han Ling's suspicion was heavier than Bai Fanlu expected. On the day of praying, there were guards guarding him all the time. Until he returned to the palace, Bai Fanlu did not find the slightest chance to escape.

This night is the birthday of Mu Yunhe, and I don't know when his life and death will come.

Bai Fanlu was secretly anxious. They were married, and they had done everything that should and should not be done. It was worthy of the name. If Mu Yunhe should be able to survive the catastrophe safely according to the prophecy, he was still inexplicably uneasy.

The banquet in the front hall continued, Bai Fanlu never gave up looking for an opportunity, and at a certain moment he suddenly felt that the guard who was monitoring him was no longer there.

Although this situation was obviously weird, Bai Fanlu didn't want to let any possible opportunity slip away. After all, on the last day, if you don't try, you have to try.

After making a quick decision, Bai Fanlu walked to the lake and was about to enter the water, but just as soon as he dropped a leg, his arm was suddenly caught.

Han Ling, who was supposed to be drinking with the officials in the front hall, appeared behind him at some point, his hand almost cut off the forearm of Bai Fanlu.

His voice is not as gentle as it used to be, and it is as cold as ice, "You just can't wait to see him?"

The author has something to say: Yun Gouzhan: It's another day when I don't see my brother, I have no love.

Bai Xiaolu: It's another day of freedom and happiness, and spring is blooming.

Yun Gouzhan: Brother, bully me, I will bully and go back.

Bai Xiaolu: People who are still lying dead are not qualified to speak.