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

It was already dawn when Zhong Lan woke up.

There was a thick layer of straw under his body, and his clothes had already been dried. Not only that, the only thick clothes on Wen Yao's body were also wrapped around him.

The boy was wearing unlined clothing, curled up under a tree, and there was snow beside him.His eyes are black and blue, and he may not close his eyes until the early morning.

Zhong Lan figured out yesterday's feigned death drama.

On the surface, Wen Yao accepted his kindness, but he still didn't make love.The estrangement brought about by the coldness of the previous three years was still too deep.But Zhong Lan didn't understand why Wen Yao suddenly said no and decided.

"Did I treat you badly? You don't even want to accept my kindness?" Zhong Lan staggered to his feet, thought for a while, and gently covered Wen Yao with his clothes.

Wen Yao suddenly opened his eyes, facing Zhong Lan's surprised eyes.Without saying anything, he pushed the clothes back to Zhong Lan in a distant manner, got up and stepped on the bonfire: "Since you're awake, let's go. They must be crazy looking for you."

"Oh, wait, what happened yesterday..."

Zhong Lan hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it. Suddenly, a sudden dizziness hit his head, and he fell straight down!

Before his face touched the rough, sharp stone, he was pulled into an embrace, and with a bang, Wen Yao's shoulder blades hit the ground.

The layer of unlined clothing that was not thick was directly torn, exposing the bloody shoulders.

"Are you OK?"

Wen Yao let go of him expressionlessly, stood up, and said lightly, "Let's go."

He pulled up the bell rail, confirmed that he was not injured, and patted the dirt off his body.Meticulous and caring, but Zhong Lan's heart sank inch by inch. He couldn't feel Wen Yao's emotions during his actions, and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

He is very kind to Zhong Lang, but he refuses to accept the slightest favor from Zhong Lang.

"Do you still hate my neglect for the past three years?"

He shook his head lightly, did not speak, and moved forward quietly with the bell on his back that had not recovered from the sequelae.

Zhong Lan's chest was pressed against Wen Yao's back, listening to the heartbeat of the two, the doubts and anxiety in his heart became more and more serious.

After Zhong Lan returned to the palace, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.Wen Yao came back obediently with Zhong Lan, but he kept covering his face, as if he didn't intend to show his face.

After a while, there were rumors that "Mr. Wen" was killed by gangsters outside the palace.

Zhong Lang knew that there were many people who wanted to kill Wen Yao, and now "death" was his best cover.He acquiesced to this rumor very intimately, and arranged a false identity for Wen Yao, living in Shengyun Palace as a bodyguard.

"This is your purpose? No one knows that you are still alive, and your journey back to Nanqiong will be safe and sound."

Wen Yao nodded and saluted politely: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion."

Zhong Lan frowned: "Are you willing to talk to me..."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying pain entered his mind.Zhong Lan's face twisted, he knocked over the teacup and fell to the ground.

Wen Yao's expression suddenly changed, he picked him up, turned around and shouted anxiously: "Call the imperial doctor quickly, Your Majesty is ill again!"

This time it was more ferocious than before, the nails of the ten fingers were even nailed to the wall, and the flesh and blood had to be bitten in the mouth so as not to crush his teeth.

"Your Majesty, I don't know when this attack will end." Li Quan was pulling his hair outside the door, his face full of heartache. "This attack was earlier than expected. This is another toss, and it will be difficult not to aggravate it."

Wen Yao retreated outside the door: "Elder-in-law, is there a way?"

Li Quan glanced at him, and could only shake his head and sigh: "Now, I can only go to Qingci Temple again. The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha and Miaofa Qingjing in Qingci Temple are the last good medicine for Your Majesty. Abbot Xuantang has a relationship with His Majesty. His Majesty has great trust in him."

The chariots and horses will be ready soon.

Zhong Lan, who was extremely weak between seizures, was carried into the carriage.

Li Quan was about to give the order to leave, when the curtain of the carriage was picked up by a bloodless hand: "Is he there?"

Li Quan was taken aback, but before he could react, the guard beside him took that hand.

Zhong Lan squeezed that hand lightly, confirmed the touch, and breathed a sigh of relief.

With his current state, if Wen Yao wanted to sneak away while the convoy was on the road, he really couldn't stop him.

"I'm not going. Don't worry about me."

Wen Yao's voice was cold, but it made Zhong Lang feel relieved, and soon fell into a deep and tired dream.When he woke up again, he was already in the inner room of Qingci Temple.

The bronze-colored walls are engraved with ancient scriptures, and a few burning candles are burning on the lotus stand on the wall, even the candle flames are faint green.

There was no one around, only Abbot Xuantang facing him and chanting scriptures with palms together.

"Did Wen Yao run away?"

Abbot Xuantang's chanting stopped, and then he opened his eyelids, weakly: "That kid dressed as a guard? He made a face of who owes him 800 million yuan, but he stood upright and guarded outside."

Zhong Lan was tormented by the sound of his mouth for a long time, and finally said a few words: "You have been a monk for so many years, and this mouth is still not opened."

Xuan Tang snorted: "Being a monk is just to keep aloof from the world, and you don't have to live in poverty like you. You have to guard the male lead in order to be idle and rich, like a male mother who is hopeless."

Zhong Lan: "..."

He gave up arguing with the monk, ouched with a headache, and lay down again.

Seeing that he was a patient, Xuan Tang closed his mouth, took two deep breaths and resumed chanting.

After a while, Zhong Lan's breathing finally calmed down: "Thank you anyway."

"In the infinite loop before, no one can climb up to your big Buddha. I, a giver who gave up on clearing the level and directly avoided the task as a monk in the small world, can help you instead." Xuan Tang Yanyan Looking at him, "You have worked so hard for so long, but you still have to live in the same world as me in the end."

"That's because you are lucky. It just happened that this world doesn't count. The Lord God is very thieves. All the missions given to me are time-limited. There is no way. I can only breathe a sigh of relief after clearing the level." Zhong Lang suddenly twitched and covered his head again. ,"here we go again."

Xuan Tang frowned and stood up: "Your headache is because you looked directly at the Lord God when you finally cleared the level?"

"I can't remember, maybe... hiss—"

The guards of Qingci Temple are not as strict as those of the Imperial Palace.

Wu Yong climbed on the top of the wall, wanting to cry but without tears: "Your Highness, didn't you say you want to go far away?"

Wen Yao glanced away, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the abbot's inner room, which was closed and heavily guarded, and his eyes came back: "A gentleman has the way, and he can't leave without saying goodbye."

Wu Yong: "..."

Don't think that I can't see you because I can't bear it.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed across Wen Yao's eyes, and he thrust his sword straight out——

A man in a gray robe and a mask was standing on the wall, his feet were right where Wu Yong was lying on his stomach, but Wu Yong didn't notice it!

The gray-robed man let out a suppressed laugh, grabbed Wu Yong, easily avoided Wen Yao's attack, and fell to the ground steadily.

Wen Yao sternly said, "Put him down."

"Shh - I have no malicious intentions." The gray-robed man kindly put the stiff Wu Yong on the ground beside him, patted his ashes affectionately, and turned to Wen Yao and said, "You don't want to disturb Xin Guojun. of."

Wen Yao didn't give him a chance to defend himself, his swordsmanship was sharp and ferocious.

The gray-robed man was extremely flexible, but he seemed to be unable to attack, jumping up and down, funny but hard to catch.He appeared behind Wen Yao like a ghost, lifted the hair next to his ear and blew, feeling extremely regretful.

"Look at you, a poor man who doesn't agree with you, do you still have wishful thinking about people like Zhong Lan? If you still linger, why don't you peek at the movement in the abbot's room now, Zhong Lan said to the bald donkey's feelings Not necessarily better than you."

Wen Yao's dark eyes stared at him, his face was obviously expressionless, but there was a creepy smile on his face.

"I'm already convinced that he doesn't like me."

The gray-robed man burst into laughter: "Then why don't you put it upside down?"

"The one who has been pitied has no right to choose." Wen Yao wiped his sword with two fingers, "So as long as I become a superior, I can control his life and death, so he can't choose, isn't it?"

The man in gray was taken aback by the ferocious undercurrent under his calm expression.

Cold light flashed!

The boy's sword pressed to his neck in an instant: "Who are you? It's your turn to talk about the matter between me and him?"