Jian Bai felt that he was lucky.
She was originally a front-facing vase, with a white porcelain body and azure glaze. She had been squatting in the dressing room for two hundred years, and her biggest wish was to cultivate the human form with some dragon energy.
At that time, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the dragon energy was frighteningly strong. She sneaked into the Yangxin Palace every night, slipped onto the dragon bed, and drank greedily.
The tyrant Gu Qingzhuo was cold and violent, killing people like crazy, and all the civil and military officials in the court felt weak when they saw him.
During the day, Jian huddled at the corner of the table as a decoration, not daring to show off her temper, but at night she boldly rubbed herself against other people's pillows.
She thought she had done it perfectly, but she didn't know that Gu Qingzhuo had already noticed something was wrong.
At that time, on a thunderstorm night, a thunderbolt struck through the roof and hit her.
The white light dissipated and the vase disappeared.
There was a barefoot girl on the dragon bed, looking up at him.
Xiao Yan was silent for a long time: "So, my vase has become a spirit."
The vase is simple and white and dare not speak.
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From then on, the tyrant had a little tail behind him.
Follow her wherever she goes.
Pulling sleeves, tugging at clothes corners, chattering and asking questions.
Everyone in the palace said that His Majesty hides his beauty in the golden house.
Gu Qingzhuo just thought expressionlessly:
No one else can touch my vase.
The charming, cute and gentle vase spirit x the strong, sinister and dedicated cold-blooded emperor
Concept: All things have animism, gentleness can melt ice