I really didn't take the emperor of the enemy country as a stand-in

Wen Yao didn't say a word on the way back to the side hall.

"This quilt is your favorite moon embroidery pattern."

"The tablecloths and gauze curtains that His Majesty prepared for you are all dark red and gilded. You liked dark red clothes the most when you were in the southern vault."

……

"I never thought about how His Majesty knew your preferences."

Wu Yong didn't dare to say any more, and closed his mouth embarrassingly.

"He did a lot of homework when he switched identities with me, and he kept imitating me to avoid being exposed." Wen Yao said plainly, "Xin Guojun has remembered these habits. In his eyes, these are all for the sake of 'Young Master. Yao' ready."

Wu Yong was cautious: "Although we know what Xin Guojun is thinking, what can we do?"

"I will never accept the gift of this insult." Wen Yao's mouth was pursed into a sharp straight line, so thin that there was no trace of blood, "Yesterday uncle sent a letter, Heng Zegong is urging me to kill me?"

"Ah, that's right. I've been urged several times." Wu Yong was puzzled, "Why do you ask this?"

"If you're 'dead', you can leave. Leave the name of murder to him," Wen Yao smiled coldly and indifferently, "and we, together with that huge sum of money, will fly away."

At sunset, Zhong Lan finally regained consciousness.

He propped himself up to deal with some urgent matters, and then casually asked Li Quan: "Where is Mr. Wen?"

"Just left. He said that he ordered a set of brushes outside the palace a few days ago, and made an appointment to pick them up in the evening."

Zhong Lan's hand turning the pages froze in mid-air, keenly aware of something wrong: "Get it yourself?"

Li Quan: "The slave also suggested that he let his servants pick it up. However, he said that the craftsman who made the pen was ambitious, so he told him that he could pick it up by himself."

"broken!"

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Zhong Lan's hands and feet were cold.The false news that Yao was assassinated outside the palace was like a shadow, engulfing him.

"Get someone to follow. You can't let him go out alone."

Li Quan didn't understand the reason for his urgency at all: "But I left early, and I don't know where I am now... Oh, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Zhong Lan put on a coat casually and went out. When he reached the corridor, he took out a sword from the guard's waist and left without looking back.

There is only a shallow outline left in the setting sun, and the sky is dark blue, orange and purple.

The stalls in the market are being closed, and the alleyways have been swallowed up by darkness.

He shuttled between the neighborhoods, and the surrounding people gradually thinned out. Suddenly, at a corner, two big men who looked like officers and soldiers stopped him.

"It's time to close the stalls in Fangshi, why are you so sneaky! Still holding a sword? Come with us!"

Zhong Lan walked in a hurry, with uncombed hair, plain single clothes, and a loose thin fleece jacket on his shoulders, not like a monarch, but like a prodigal son of a ranger.

He frowned, raised his eyes and glanced at the costumes of the two officers and soldiers, his heart was suddenly empty.

This is Mr. Hengze's private army.

At this time, the private army is on the road to patrol and drive people away. Could it be that they want to clear the front?

Seeing that he didn't respond, one of the big men grabbed his collar viciously: "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

His hands were suddenly empty, and before he realized what happened, his shoulder joints were in severe pain.He let out a scream, and his whole body was pressed to the ground by Zhong Lan with one leg.

Swah——

The blade plunged into the ground against his neck.

The voice was dangerous and solemn: "What is your purpose in clearing the field?"

The other person was frightened and stayed where he was. Knowing that this person could not be offended, his legs trembled: "Sir, please forgive me. We are all working for Mr. Hengze. A brat who didn't know what to do offended His Highness, His Highness invited Experts will handle it. We are only responsible for clearing the field on the periphery, and we don't know anything..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Lan disappeared.

Please, catch up...

When Zhong Lan turned over the roof of Fangshi and saw the abandoned paddock, his blood seemed to freeze.

A group of masked men in black were cleaning up the venue.One of them was carrying a sack—there was probably a person in it, and the sack had been soaked in blood, dripping and dripping a black and red mark on the ground.

When they heard the movement, they stopped in unison, and turned to look at Zhong Lan who was walking with a sword in one hand.

One of the men in black seemed extremely shocked, staring at Zhong Lan's face.He gestured to his accomplices, signaling them to take the sacks and leave first, while he stayed behind to drag the bell.

"Put that person down!" Zhong Lan's voice trembled unconsciously, and his moves were fierce and ruthless.

The figure of the man in black was extremely flexible, he blocked Zhong Lan's pursuit and met him smoothly.He tried to snatch Zhong Lang's sword with his backhand, but was directly pushed back by the angry Zhong Lang.

Zhong Lan just wanted to kill this person quickly and chase after him.Maybe Wen Yao still has some breath.However, when he became more and more anxious, his head buzzed, and the headache that had not fully recovered came back several times.

The light in front of my eyes was gradually swallowed by the darkness, and the extreme pain was accompanied by tinnitus——

"Let him go."

Zhong Lan's figure flickered, but the first thing he blurted out was this sentence.

The man in black obviously didn't expect that his first reaction after the old illness broke out was not self-protection, but the boy.His blade hesitated.

Zhong Lang took this opportunity and stabbed fiercely with his sword.

The two wrestled, refusing to budge, all the way to the edge of the paddock.

Pfft!

Zhong Lan was confused, stepped on the ground, fell into the river, and dragged the man in black down along the way!

The rushing water was extremely dangerous, dark, and suffocating. The situation of the two of them reversed instantly, and they hugged each other almost instinctively, trying to use their weight to maintain balance in the water.

Zhong Lan's headache got worse.All he could do was instinctively, and he was still talking in his sleep while struggling to breathe on the surface of the water.

"I finally found him..."

The back of the man in black froze, and his movements became more domineering and powerful.He grabbed Zhong Lan's waist with one hand, and with the other he paddled toward the shore.

He gritted his teeth, leaned close to Zhong Lan's ear, who was half asleep, and said, "Don't move around."

Finally, the two landed.

The current pushed them downstream. This is a low mountain in the south of the city, uninhabited, only the sky full of stars.

Although it had been warm recently, the water was still as icy cold as it was in the depths of winter.

Zhong Lan was sitting at the foot of a tree, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, his facial features were curled up, and he twitched slightly inadvertently.

The mask of the man in black was washed away by the water long ago.The young man stared at Zhong Lan complicatedly and decisively, his fists clenched.

Zhong Lan muttered in his sleep: "No...he can't die..."

"Do you regard me as the second him?" Wen Yao laughed at himself miserably, "Are you worried about my death, or are you worried that you will lose him again?"

Suddenly, there was a pain, and Zhong Lan's whole body shrank into a ball. The bone-piercing wind was accompanied by a migraine, which made him unable to resist at all.

Wen Yao's breathing stopped suddenly, and then he began to feel annoyed.

You still care about him so much.

There was another painful hum.

Wen Yao approached with a face full of self-annoyance, took him into his arms, and warmed him with his body temperature.

However, Zhong Lang not only found the source of heat, but also the source of his calmness.He unconsciously made an intimate nasal sound, rubbed his side face against the boy's neck, his eyelashes and warm breath challenged the boy's self-criticism.

"Don't go, don't..."

The first time Wen Yao saw Zhong Lan, he thought he was a pure and innocent banished immortal, gentle, ignorant of worldly affairs, and did not want to participate in bloodshed in order to maintain holiness.Sometimes, he also wondered whether a person like himself who climbed up from the dark place of the palace with dark thoughts would defile the bell.

Later, he found out that he was wrong.

When the world is blindly crazy about power, Zhong Lang has the right to choose whether to be a massacre|slayer.

He is higher and higher than Wen Yao Yuan imagined.

However, it was even closer to Wen Yao.

The young man's eyes towards Zhong Lang gradually changed from repulsion to greed, with revenge, hatred, and extreme anger of seeing him as a "stand-in".

Zhong Lan was restless in his sleep. He turned his head to the side, revealing his pale and tender side neck, his beautiful jaw line, his purple thin lips trembling slightly from the pain...the most fragile side of a power holder, so alluring and deep.

"I'm cold, come closer..."

With revenge-like greed, the boy bit that lip hard.