How I was forced to be the villain

The expeditionary army stationed outside began to prepare to return after a rest. Because of their contributions in the previous battles, the only two people who were not in the expeditionary army could no longer be treated as ordinary prisoners.

So the person in charge politely sent someone to ask if the two were going to Sunlun City together.

"I'll just stay here." Yosano Akiko was sorting out the medicines collected by the soldiers some time ago.

It's not that everyone in the station is going back to Sunlun City, and Yosano Akiko is going to stay with the remaining soldiers. She is not interested in everything behind it.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had no objection to this.He was going to Sunlun City. Since arriving here, he had heard people scold the successor country countless times, and he had also seen what a painful price the conscript army paid in the battle against monsters.

What the truth is, he wants to verify it with his own eyes.

......

The woman in the ornate big sleeves is taking rough steps, and the skirt is messy, which is obviously put on casually.

"She" was followed by a row of maids walking in short steps in a hurry. The maids were very panicked. It was difficult to keep up with the woman who was striding forward with such a pace. The older woman was panting while waiting for Zhang Yang He wished he could tie up the lady's legs.

God!How could she be so rude!

The passage of this group of people caused quite a panic, but no one dared to step forward to stop the aggressive woman, allowing her to walk all the way to the Great Room where the Lord handles military affairs.

All the way was unimpeded, and he was finally stopped when he arrived here.

The soldiers guarding the door didn't look sideways, no matter how the woman glared at them, she didn't mean to be accommodating at all. If it wasn't for the occasional blink of the eyes, it would always make people doubt whether they were alive.

"Step aside."

"The lord has not summoned, and others cannot enter."

These guards didn't even give an extra look.

But anyone who knows the face of this person dressed as an aristocratic woman can't say this sentence. Unfortunately, in the successor country 500 years ago, no one would know a mafia cadre.

Nakahara Chuya frowned, and just as he was about to make a move, he heard a smiling voice from within the room.

"Let her in."

The familiar voice sounded far more immature and weaker than 500 years later.

The guards didn't stop Chuya Zhongyuan anymore, but he didn't go in immediately, but stopped at the door, and after a while, he suddenly covered his face, feeling that he was hopeless.Just hearing the voice, the anger of being teased disappeared completely.

The maids managed to catch up with Madam, and when they heard that the Lord was calling, they panicked and stepped forward to arrange the clothes for Madam, so that she would not be rude in front of the Lord.

If the Lord blames them, they will not be able to bear the anger of the Lord.

This time, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't resist either, and let the maid correct his wrong belt and straighten his collar.

Barely let the appearance not see too much problem.What is more reassuring is that the master also couldn't figure out the problem with the clothes.

Knowing that it was the fabled concubine, the courtiers who were still discussing military affairs in the room couldn't help but be curious, and it was the first time the Lord asked them to leave early for other things, how beautiful it must be to be loved so much by the Lord.

Everyone retreated respectfully, thinking about the beloved concubine who was about to come in.

They quietly followed the heavy footsteps and were surprised.The person who came was wearing a big furisou with five family crests printed on it. Since there was no other hostess in the house, even though this style was already surpassed by the beloved concubine, no one cared much.

The fire-like sunflowers and the woman with orange-red hair complement each other perfectly, making her look like a flaming butterfly fluttering in flight. She has an astonishing beauty, but...

Seeing the small steps that were not as good as ordinary women, the courtiers murmured that this concubine was too rude.

They didn't dare to look too much at whether it was the Lord's woman. Although it was no longer the women of noble families in Ping'an Jing who had to lower a bamboo curtain when they saw a foreign man, the reasoning was the same.

No matter what they thought in their hearts, the courtiers withdrew silently without changing their expressions.

Central Plains also walked around a wooden paper door. The moment he raised his eyes, the light in his eyes shrank slightly, and the turbulent momentum was completely extinguished.

Unlike the fleeting meeting before, now Zhong Yuanzhong can see the man sitting directly opposite without any cover.

The young head of the house didn't comb the popular Tsukiyo hair, and didn't even comb the hair together carefully. Instead, he let the unkempt black hair that reached his waist fall freely. He was wearing a navy blue long undergarment embroidered with silver, On the outside, there is a large white sleeve with dark gold thread, which is different from feather weaving. This expensive but impractical design is only used by Gongqing's family. Even the fan he is holding casually in his hand has a lustrous luster. It looks very extraordinary.

However, everything is less eye-catching than his pale face.

Nakahara also clearly realized that the man who looked at him with a smile on his face was not the Kyono Yan he knew, even though the two had the same face.

No wonder the religious order chose Ah Yan as the descendant body.

Following the national leader's body is more of the arrogance of those in power, and the elusive temperament brought about by year-round immersion in scheming. There are countless layers of masks covering his face, and you will never be able to truly touch him even if he is real.

His existence itself is the best proof that he can control many celebrities in the Warring States Period. As long as they have met him once, no one will doubt this.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come here." Yan Yi watched with interest for a while when the beloved concubine was in a daze at him, and promptly interrupted the fugue that he didn't seem to intend to take back.

After waving his hand, Yan Yiping retreated from the other people guarding here, and his admiring eyes fell on the man in women's clothing. Even though he did not conceal his gender at all, wearing this women's clothing on him did not feel inappropriate at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally withdrew his divergent thoughts under his naked gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It was this guy, the hidden money in the Warring States Celebrity, who turned out to be so wicked.

He raised his eyebrows when he found that the guards and maids around him were gone, thinking that this person is quite courageous, and he is really not afraid of killing him.

In the Central Plains, it can also be said that heaven descended from the successor country, right in front of this patriarch, at that time the patriarch was too calm, not only not afraid, but also enthusiastically wanted him to be his wife, not even the kind of concubine , and then Zhongyuanzhong was taken down by the swarming people to change clothes.During that short meeting, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw a familiar face.

These days, Zhong Yuanzhong also tried his best to meet Yan Yi, but all of them were useful.Even if he can leave the successor country, he will never be able to catch people. As long as the master of the successor country doesn't want to, there are many ways to make him unable to catch people.Only when he does what the other party says can he meet this famous patriarch.

At that time, he thought that something happened to Ah Yan, and he just wanted to see him as soon as possible.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood still, showing a business-like attitude: "If you have anything to say, just say it, why did you keep me?"

"In other words, what do you want me to do?"

Yan Yi looked at him in disbelief, covered his heart, and said in a low voice, "Do you hate me that much?"

With a simple sentence, he looked weaker than before, even though he knew that what he said was false, it was hard to doubt.

"Hey, are you okay?" Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little bit in his heart, and hurried over to support his weakly fallen body.

Yan Yi shook his head: "Take me back to rest."

His face suddenly turned ashen as a dead man, and his breathing became difficult. He gradually exhaled more air than he inhaled. He looked like he was dying, and his body was unbelievably light, as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch. They all look fragile and fragile.

Even Zhong Yuanzhong doubted the authenticity of this appearance. It was hard to believe that there would be such a fragile person in the world. However, facing this face that was exactly the same as Ah Yan, he couldn't make up his mind to ignore him.

It was as if he was watching Ah Yan die.

"Where's your doctor, let them call!"

"No, it's an old problem." In this situation, he can still laugh.

Zhong Yuan also pursed his lips.

Yan Yi grabbed his sleeve, "It's really fine, just take a rest."

There was no way Zhong Yuanzhong could force him to receive treatment, and besides, their relationship was not very close.

Half-embracing the young Patriarch, according to Patriarch's own instructions, avoided everyone, helped him back to the room, helped him spread the bedding, and settled him down.

There is a faint smell of burning wood dyed and burned in the room, which is commonly used by nobles as incense.

The patriarch's bluish face sank into the soft pillow, looking cute and pitiful, Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously brushed away the hair from his lips, and then suddenly stopped.

If you can even pretend to be in such a near-death state, the head of the family is too against the sky.

His health seems to be really poor, the kind of life hanging by a thread all the time, even growing to such a large size is considered a miracle.

Looking at the blackness in front of his eyes, he didn't have a good sleep for some time, and Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to sigh for no reason.

Although he didn't have much contact with him, Ji Guoyan left a deep impression on him. Apart from his physical problems, this person was too childish.

Looking at the setting sun outside, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood up and was about to leave, but he felt a pulling force.

The drowsy sleeping Patriarch opened his eyes at some point, and he seemed not sober in a daze.

"Can you stay with me here for a while? Since you will send me back, you just don't hate me."

Not an order, but a plea, he said as he lifted the quilt on one side, "Just rest here for a while, okay?"

The relationship between Yan and Zhongye was inexplicable, but Zhongyuan Zhong also investigated some information about Jiguo Yanyi. His two elder brothers and his father finally stood on the opposite side, and the only mother who loved him died early. up.

Maybe it's because he feels like a brother.

"Tsk." Zhong Yuan also brought a quilt from the side and covered him with a quilt, "Go to sleep."

Yan blinked his eyes, and slowly smiled from the depths.He stretched out his hand happily under the quilt, tentatively took the other's hand, and closed his eyes with a smile without being rejected, and said very gently: "Thank you, Chuya."

No reply, Yan Yi frowned.

After a long while, I heard a very soft "hmm".

The blood-colored setting sun came in through the thin paper door, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. After a short period of silence, Yan moved and opened his eyes again.

"Can't sleep?" Zhongyuan Zhong also kept looking at the color of the sunset, and finally retracted.

"Well," Yan Yi smiled again in a good mood, "By the way, Chuya, did you know that the place where you landed before was the outside yard?"

"Ah."

Yan Yixiao became happier, "Do you think this yard is beautiful?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at him, and a strong sense of disobedience suddenly rose in his heart.

"Don't look at it, it looks like an ordinary courtyard, in fact, there are many traps hidden under it, it's a trap." Without answering, Yan Yi just smiled casually, "Guess, what are those traps used for? "

"What do you want to say?" Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at Yan Yi's eyes losing warmth.

Yan Yi tightened his grip on Zhong Ye's hand, and the smile faded from his face, leaving only a mask-like smiling face.

"You know, there are many people who want my life, and there are always some people who can't help but give it a try. In order to ensure that I will not die before... finishing, I have made many, many guarantees."

"So I'm curious, how did you appear in my yard?" He asked casually, as if he didn't care what Chuya's answer was.