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

It was getting late, but Wen Yao still hadn't appeared.

When Zhong Lang returned to the courtyard, Mr. Xu had been waiting for him for a long time.

He sat in the middle of the courtyard, holding the pages of the book.The wide white veil covered his face, and it swayed with a gust of autumn wind. Under the white veil, he could vaguely see the quiet and blurred side face, which was bland and unmarked.

The voice was the same as usual: "Your Majesty, who did you make an appointment with today? You came back so late."

Zhong Lan woke up suddenly, and coughed dryly: "I went for a walk in the garden by myself, and forgot the time."

The pages of the book snapped shut.

Zhong Lan suddenly raised his eyes.Mr. Xu walked in front of him unhurriedly, as if the anger he just heard from the sound of closing the book was just a hallucination.

A pair of bony hands stretched out from the red robe, and pulled the collar for Zhong Lan: "I am leaving soon. I planned to chat with His Majesty for a while, but looking at the sky, it seems that there is not much left."

"You want to leave? Why?"

"My lord asked, to do some things, and I won't be back in a short time."

After speaking, he turned his head slightly.Zhong Lan looked in his direction, and Sheng Yun was waiting outside the door with a package.

"I have to go."

Zhong Lang was obviously reluctant: "I shouldn't have come back so late, you..."

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing up the layers of yellow leaves on the ground, and the dead leaves flying all over the sky and the red back came back to the original place with the rustling sound-the yellow leaves fell to the ground, and Mr. Xu walked as if he had never existed .

The next day, everyone took a big boat to the island in the middle of the lake.

On the boat, Zhong Lang was obviously absent-minded.

Li Yunbai followed him as a entourage, and couldn't stop caring: "Your Majesty, are you still thinking about Mr. Xu?"

Zhong Lang didn't respond, he just stared at the lake and mountains where he was.His hand subconsciously poured tea into the cup that had bottomed out, and the hot steam curled up...

"Your Majesty! The water is overflowing!"

Zhong Lan suddenly woke up.

Li Yunbai bit his lip at the side: "It's all my fault. If I could see Mr. Wen sooner, I would be able to speak for you and ask Mr. Xu to come over."

"Xin Guojun, long time no see."

A male voice interrupted the conversation between the master and the servant.They turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man in a blue panlong gown bowing to him.

Zhong Lan returned the salute, looked at the forbidden pattern on his waist, and recognized that it was a pattern commonly used by Liang Guo, and the opponent should be Liang Guojun.

Compared with other small country monarchs climbing high and stepping down, Liang Guojun is obviously more graceful.No one on the boat took the initiative to talk to Zhong Lan, only he exchanged polite greetings.

Liang Guojun laughed softly: "There are very few people who can be as calm and composed as Xin Guojun. Recently, rumors have been rampant. No wonder the monarchs are panic-stricken. Most of them are thinking about the national economy, and their actions are more radical."

Zhong Lan raised his eyebrows: "Rumor?"

"Some people in gray robes and masks appeared in the Later Tang Dynasty, calling themselves prophets. No one believed them at first, but they predicted the specific time of spring drought and plague in the Later Tang Dynasty in the past few years, and they were praised for a while. Go to the altar. This time, the Emperor of the Later Tang Dynasty also invited them to the island and dedicated them to Lord Nanqiong."

Prophet?Zhong Lang's first reaction was that this old fellow Xuan Tang started a new business?

Many ancient book transmigrators often used the method of prophecy to establish themselves, seeking wealth, fame, and prestige, and developed the advantage of knowing the plot to the extreme.

On second thought, Xuan Tang didn't seem so boring.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liang Guojun thought he was disdainful, and added with a smile: "Of course, these things are what they said in the later Tang Dynasty. Naturally, it is not so easy for everyone to believe. The man in gray robe will prophesy on the spot when he arrives at Huxin Island. , I heard that this prophecy can be verified within two weeks, just sit and watch."

"Once they verify it, everyone will naturally let them continue to prophesy." Zhong Lanfu couldn't help feeling empty in his heart, "What everyone wants to know most is..."

"Hush—" Liang Guojun made a booing gesture, "Here we are, it's time to disembark."

After disembarking, the long-sleeved and good-dancing Liang Guojun had both sides, and soon walked away.

Zhong Lan squinted his eyes, thoughtfully——suddenly, he shook.

"Yes, I still have an advantage."

"Now Lord Nanqiong is not dead, and Wen Yao is not in power. If I, like the prophet, provide Wen Yao with help and shortcuts in exchange for peace..." A red back suddenly appeared in Zhong Lan's heart, "...and Xu son."

There is a low mountain on the island in the center of the lake, and on the mountain stands an extremely gorgeous building with flying corners and fairy clouds.Everyone was guided to check in, packed their bags, and had lunch.

In the afternoon, the first meeting of the alliance will begin soon.Zhong Lang was writing a plan when he suddenly heard a loud commotion outside the window, even the sound of fighting.

"I'm a guest, how can you treat me like this—"

"Let go! If you don't let go again, be careful to leave the alliance!"

Zhong Lan raised his hand and pushed the window open a crack, seeing the scene outside the courtyard, and his heart was shocked.

Nanqiong actually detained the monarch of a small country.

Although some small countries are countries, they are only a city or a county compared with large countries.

The big country in the alliance of nations does not take the opportunity to annex the small country because it is worried that other small countries will have a gap in their hearts and unite to resist the power of the big country.The coalition of small countries is not about shaking the tree with ants.This has allowed the alliance to maintain long-term stability.

All the courtyards where Zhuguo lived were full of people, and many people had a kind of fear and horror besides shock on their faces.

Even Tang Guojun, who has been flattering Nan Qiong all the time, has an ugly face—if Nan Qiong grows up and has the ability to attack the inside of the alliance, no one can tell whether he will be next.

A row of solemn eunuchs entered the courtyard, ignored the monarch and his subordinates who were screaming on the ground, and politely said to the monarchs: "Your Majesty, the venue for the afternoon meeting is ready and you can leave."

Everyone looked at each other, and they could hear two points of domineering from this ordinary arrangement that could no longer be ordinary.

Zhong Lan's blood suddenly flowed back from his fingertips to his brain.

Among the eunuchs notified, Wu Yong was the leader.

The hall is solemn and solemn, the ground and walls are the traditional gray-green color of the south dome, the windows are closed, the candlelight in the hall is dim, and the chime bells on both sides echo heavily.

Light smoke curled up from the large incense burner.Misty mist surrounds the cautious and stiff monarchs, becoming the freest existence here.

Lord Nan Qiong, who was the host, was not there, and the main seat was vacant, and everyone looked complicated and deep.

Although Zhong Lan and Xin Guo have lost their dominance, their national strength is still strong, so Zhong Lan's seat is the first under the main seat.

He looked up at the vacant seat in a strange way.

Suddenly, the soldiers carried the monarch to the hall.Everyone's attention was drawn to the past.

"What the hell do you mean by this?! Why do you tie me up! When I go back, I want the whole country to be against Nanqiong!"

The young man's voice was sharp and cold, cutting off the last blood of the monarch like a beheaded gate: "You released pigeons in the royal garden to inform the Yan Kingdom. This is an act of abandoning the alliance. I can't tolerate you alone."

All the seats turned their heads neatly to look at the main seat.

"Father is unwell, and Wen Yao will take over temporarily. Everyone, do you have any doubts?"

Behind the screen, a Qing Xin dressed in a dark red gilded robe came walking.His face is like an evil god, gorgeous and unrestrained.He had no crown on his head, only a bodhi wooden hairpin; he had no scepter, and only a pipe in his hand. However, when he appeared, hundreds of courtiers and soldiers knelt down in unison, bowing their heads solemnly.

This is obviously a salute to the king of a country.

The audience was shocked: Mr. Nanqiong was seriously ill, and the prince had no progress in seizing the throne for a long time. From this point of view, there was no struggle for the throne at all—power had long been firmly held by Wen Yao.

Zhong Lan was sitting a few steps away from Wen Yao, his heart had been shattered into several petals.

Wen Yao actually got the rights so much earlier than the original book.In this way, the plan he just came up with to help seize the throne is naturally useless.The wheels of the plot are already rolling, can Li Yunbai win back Wen Yao's heart?

If not, what about your retirement plan?

...What about Mr. Xu?

Zhong Lang almost subconsciously looked at Wen Yao, the man he hadn't seen for more than two years.

On the red clothes, wanton and evil eyes are also staring at him.