Save the tragic villain in progress!

Sang Feiwan's parents are Merry Seeds.

From the beginning of his memory, he has witnessed his mother teasing and entanglement among various men, and his father always brings different women home every now and then.Although evil bamboos produce good bamboo shoots, there is also a saying that those who are close to ink are black. Under the influence of their ears and eyes, Sang Feiwan is self-taught and even interested in the way of "flirting".

But he only understands "lust", not "love".

The character of the protagonist in the book does not necessarily represent the character of the author, but it is undeniable that it will more or less allude to it.For example, Duan Yang, the protagonist of the book "Greedy Huan", is somewhat similar to Sang Feiwan, both of whom are cold-hearted people.The difference is that the former likes "haunting", while the latter likes "hooking".

That is a very contradictory mentality.

Sang Fei understood the power brought by the word "joy" when she was young. It can not only make people confused, but also make people lose their minds and abandon their families and children.On the one hand, he is very interested, but on the other hand, he feels disgusted, so for so many years, he only likes to tease people's hearts, but he has never been contaminated by "sensuality".

But some people are born self-taught.

Sang Feiwan knelt in the hall, as if he was not afraid of the king who held the power of life and death in the Northern Territory.He looked up at Baili Duyue, his slender and warm fingertips hooked the opponent's hand in full view, and then slowly tightened it.A scarlet sleeve robe with dark gold pattern slipped down, covering their handshake.

"Fei Wan also has a little bit of drawing skills, why don't you let me have a try?"

As soon as he said this, the servants waiting in the hall almost laughed out loud, who didn't know that Sang Feiwan was a complete idiot who had no letters.On the day he was consecrated to the king's city, because of his unique appearance, he was once summoned by the city lord. In the end, not only did he fail to show off, but he made a big joke instead.

Baili Duyue likes to paint, and behind the high seat of the main hall hangs a several-meter-long "Kyushu Map in the Clouds". Sang Fei was able to read half of the characters, but he actually read it as "Rainy Soil Jiuchuan Circle", which provoked everyone There was a roar of laughter.But he still doesn't know what he did wrong, and he looks complacent, really "the ignorant has no fear".

This idiot now actually says that he can draw, and it's really ridiculous to spread the word.

Others don't believe it, and Baili Duyue naturally doesn't believe it.He waved his sleeve robe, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at Sang Feiwan in a condescending attitude: "Do you know what will happen if the painting of the city lord is destroyed?"

Sang Feiwan's face remained unchanged, and he even smiled, and slowly uttered five words: "Peel the skin, make drawing paper."

Baili Duyue lowered her eyes when she heard the words, her frost-colored eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of falling snow, against the dark red embroidered gold robe, there was a weird beauty, she smiled lightly: "Your complexion is fair, it is suitable."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked up to the high seat, the hem of his scarlet robe brushed across the steps, it seemed that he did not agree to Sang Feiwan's request.However, everyone saw Baili Duyue sitting at the head, leaning on the floor, resting his head lazily on his hands, thinking for a moment with a blank expression on his face, and suddenly ordered the guards beside him softly: "Go, get a pen, ink and paper Yan come."

Did you agree? !

The servants in the palace couldn't help being surprised when they saw this. You must know that Baili Duyue loves painting like his life, and would not let others touch it easily, let alone allow others to alter it. Why did he change his mind today?

Little did he know that in Baili Duyue's heart, the painting had already been destroyed, no matter how bad it was, it wouldn't be too bad.

Hearing this, the guard immediately went to get the things for painting, all of which should be high-quality painting materials, including pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as well as various paints.

Seeing this, Sang Feiwan got up from the ground and brushed the dust from the hem of his robe casually.He stared at the ink-smeared scroll in the hands of the guards, secretly looked at the brush marks of Baili Duyue's painting, and then took a white jade brush from the tray under the eyes of everyone, and dipped the ink on the inkstone--

It's just an ordinary expensive inkstone, not a millennium inkstone.But it's okay, the thousand-year-old ink is not easy to dry, and it is not easy to form, so it is inevitable to show clumsiness after painting.Sang Feiwan's mother studies Western genres, but his grandfather is a master of traditional Chinese painting. Although he is not good at learning, he still has some skills.

In this painting, mountains are hidden, there are dense forests, and the snow is snowy. A monk walks towards the thatched house on a moonlit night.Duan Yang probably wiped it casually, and happened to leave a winding ink mark outside the thatched cottage courtyard.

Everyone looked sideways curiously, wanting to see what Sang Feiwan was going to do.However, with a quick movement of his wrist, he suddenly added a few sharp brushstrokes to the outside of the thatched cottage courtyard, directly covering the ink marks rubbed against the flowers, and changed another brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and dropped red plums.The thickness of the ink mark is appropriate, and the shape of falling snow has appeared, but the original flaws cannot be seen at all.

Sang Feiwan looked around for a while, feeling that something was missing.He looked up at the frosty-haired man in red on the high seat, but saw that the man was staring at him curiously, smiled suddenly, and wrote a line of poetry on the blank space of the scroll beside him with an ink pen——

I wish to cross the Hengsha people, and the sun, the moon and the lamp will last forever.

This painting has a sense of Zen, the poem has a sense of Buddha, and it coincides with the name of Baili Duyue, it is really appropriate.

After finishing all this, Sang Feiwan gently put the pen back on the tray, and raised his hand to salute, indicating that he had finished painting.The guards also presented the picture scrolls for Baili Duyue to enjoy.

In fact, Baili Duyue didn't expect Sang Feiwan to draw anything. The ink mark was too abrupt, even if it was blurred with a pen mark, it couldn't be hidden, but he didn't expect that the other party directly added a jagged and proud Samuume, with branches running sideways Leaning out, the red plums fall to the snow, the character is strong, and the meaning is also there.

He glanced at the inscription on the side, but seeing that it was also a beautiful and elegant handwriting, he couldn't help but pause:

"Wish to cross the Hengsha people, and the sun, the moon and the lamp will always be bright...?"

Baili Duyue read this line of poem slowly in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking.A few days ago, he had summoned Sang Feiwan, it was fine that he didn't know poetry and painting, and he didn't even know a single big character, he was empty, but in reality he was wild, how could he have calligraphy and painting now?

...Could it be that the body was taken away by someone?

Baili Duyue thought about this, and a cold light flashed quietly in his eyes. He has always been in charge of the Northern Territory. If there are monsters mixed under his nose, it is tantamount to breaking ground on Tai Sui's head.He squinted his eyes silently, looked directly at Sang Feiwan, and asked without any emotion, "What's your name?"

He never remembers the names of unrelated people, and Sang Feiwan has been calling himself by his name just now, so he naturally didn't take it to heart.

Sang Feiwan nodded and lowered his eyes and said: "Dongyu is gone, Sang Yufei, Sang Feiwan."

Baili Duyue heard a little bit of the doorway: "Why, have you read the book?"

Most of the beauties sent by the Sifang lords in the backyard are ordinary people without immortal roots, otherwise they would not be reduced to the point of being playthings.They either come from poor families, or they were born in fireworks, in short, their edification is limited.Even if there are those who can read and write, what they understand are all obscene words and pornographic songs, which are difficult to be elegant.

Listening to Sang Feiwan's words and conversations, it seems that he has read books.

Sang Feiwan only said: "Know a few words."

But it's a pity that all I know are some obscene words.

Baili Duyue still didn't let him go: "Where do you live?"

Sang Feiwan didn't inherit the memory of the original body, so he didn't know it. He deliberately raised his hand and patted his head when he heard the words, and said in a chaotic manner: "I forgot."

Baili Duyue laughed lightly when he heard the words, probably because he thought this excuse was too ridiculous, and asked sarcastically, "Forgot? How could I forget?"

Sang Feiwan deliberately glanced at the steward at the side when she heard the words, then quickly lowered her head and looked away, as if a little scared: "Feiwan violated the rules in the city, and she should be punished by the steward, but she accidentally injured her head that day, and her head was broken." I can't remember some things."

The butler never expected that Sang Feiwan, a green tea essence, would dare to sue him for his petty complaints in front of the city lord. He was taken aback when he heard this, and immediately stammered and explained: "Reporting to the city lord, the subordinates only ordered someone to beat him a few sticks. , but didn't make a cruel move..."

Hearing this, Sang Feiwan unconsciously stroked her painful arm, thinking that no wonder it hurt so much, it turned out that she was beaten with a stick.He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves, exposed his bruised and purple arms in full view, and said to Baili Duyue who was sitting at the top: "Yes, the city lord, the steward only ordered someone to lightly beat Fei. A few sticks later, it didn’t bleed, it’s just a little bruised. It’s because I was not careful, I didn’t know where I hit it, and I can’t remember anything.”

His appearance is extremely good, his hands are also well-defined, with slender fingertips, as if finely carved from jade.Now that it has added several bruises, it looks unavoidably shocking.

Seeing Sang Feiwan's innocent face, the housekeeper was so angry that he was about to vomit old blood, and was about to say something when a cool breeze suddenly picked up around him, and then a blue light suddenly swept over, sweeping Sang Feiwan away. Feiwan surrounded it, and a circular magic circle flashed on the ground——

It's exorcism!

Sang Feiwan felt his limbs suddenly freeze, making it difficult to move, as if he had been given a body-holding technique.He looked up at Baili Duyue in surprise, only to see a cold blue light suddenly flashed in the other's eyes.

[Oh, no, it's exorcism!He suspects that you are an evil heretic who seized the house, and is testing you with exorcism! 】

The system suddenly jumped out and hugged Sang Feiwan's shoulder nervously.

Exorcism can force back the heretics who take away the body of other people. If Sang Feiwan is really the soul who took the body, he will definitely be in pain at this moment, like a thousand swords piercing through his body.

Sang Feiwan never expected that the original body was so stupid that he could not read a single word, and he revealed his secrets when he was tired. He frowned and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

[Don't panic,] The system cheered him on, and muttered nervously, [I am the little system of justice, we will be fine! 】

The system is a decent system, and it's hard to say whether the host is a serious host or not.Sang Feiwan didn't want to end up in a situation where he died before he could finish his mission, but he had nothing to do at this time, so he could only pretend to be calm and wait for the result.However, that blue light hovered around Sang Feiwan for a long time, and Sang Feiwan didn't see any signs of pain.

After a few breaths, the blue light finally gradually faded and disappeared——

Baili Duyue accepted the spell.

Since Sang Feiwan didn't respond, it meant that the other party was not a lonesome ghost who seized the house, and the matter was naturally easy.

Baili Duyue's eyes first fell on Sang Feiwan's bruised and purple arm, and then he frowned and looked at the housekeeper: "What precept has he violated?"

Seeing that Baili Duyue took the initiative to ask about a servant for the first time, the housekeeper felt his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but be a little more cautious when he spoke: "Reporting to the city lord, Sang Feiwan probably didn't know the way, and walked into the inner city by mistake at night." Palace, was caught by the guards. The subordinates had to beat him a few times according to the rules."

Baili Duyue hummed, although she couldn't hear any emotion, her frosty white hair had a layer of hazy light under the candlelight: "He is good at drawing, and I will entrust him with cleaning the study in the future. He's going down to get some medicine."

In the eyes of others, Sang Feiwan is tantamount to a turnaround from the jedi, and if Baili Duyue personally assigns him to clean the study room, he can be counted as a name on it.This alone separates them from those "playthings" in the backyard.

Sang Feiwan stood in the middle of the hall, looking unfazed by favor or humiliation, raised his hand in salute and said, "Thank you, City Lord."

At this moment, the guards suddenly dragged the half-dead Duan Yang into the hall.He didn't know what he had experienced, his face was as pale as paper, his temple hair was disheveled, his whole body was trembling, and the hand stained with ink was bloody and bloody, and a layer of skin had been washed off alive.

Seeing this, Sang Feiwan slightly raised his eyebrows, thinking that it probably hurts a lot.

The guard reported: "City Master, Mo is a millennium ink, and the subordinates have tried their best to wash the ink marks on his hands."

Baili Duyue didn't seem surprised at all, and said lightly, he said, "Drag it on, and order someone to peel and knead it to make drawing paper."

He is very passionate about everything related to painting, even the criminal law of homicide can be integrated with it.

Duan Yang never thought that he would not be able to lose the rice by stealing chickens, not only failed to harm Sang Feiwan, but also involved himself in it. Hearing this, he panicked and begged for mercy, but Baili Duyue seemed to be in a hurry. Prepared, he directly raised his hand and cast a silence technique, and his ears were finally cleared.

Sang Feiwan suddenly said, "The city lord..."

Baili Duyue looked at him after hearing the words, and then remembered that Sang Feiwan seemed to have pleaded with Duan Yang just now: "Why, you want to plead for him?"

Sang Feiwan smiled, neither saying yes nor no: "City Master, Duan Yang probably didn't intend to do the ink marks. Now that the painting has been repaired, it's better to spare his life and drive him out of the house. He The skin and flesh are rough, even if you peel it off to make paper, it's a low-quality product, and it's hard to get your eyes on it."

Hearing the words, Baili Duyue walked down the steps slowly, walked up to Duan Yang, ordered someone to lift his face and palms to have a look, and saw that it was really rough and callused, definitely not top grade.

But it's a pity that Baili Duyue is by no means a good person. He looked at Sang Feiwan with unknown meaning, and his eyes sent chills down his spine: "His skin is low-grade, so who's skin is high-grade? If the city lord Do you need a piece of human skin for painting today?"

"Then it must be too late..."

Sang Feiwan suddenly smiled at Baili Duyue, as if to let him check whether his skin and flesh were up to standard, his knuckles were clearly defined, and his fingertips directly covered the back of his hand, impartially, and just happened to hold Baili Duyue's hand firmly. Fasten it tightly and wrap it up.

Baili Duyue didn't expect him to be so bold, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but in the next second, Sang Feiwan suddenly took a step forward, and whispered in his ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Doesn't the city lord like to paint?" Well, I don’t know if my skin is qualified enough.”

"How about giving my skin to the city lord? The city lord can draw whatever he wants..."

In just a few words, because of Sang Feiwan's bohemian nature, he had a bit of rouge in his taste.Once fainted, it will be a charming red, ambiguous and delirious.

After Sang Feiwan finished speaking, she subconsciously rubbed Baili Duyue's wrist gently with her fingertips, feeling delicate and cold to the touch, and pursed her lips in an inexplicable way.

If you ask him, the body of the Baili City Lord is more suitable for painting.If you use a vermilion brush to dip in ink, and paint thick and thin on this white jade body like frost and snow, you don't know how beautiful it will be.