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

Zhong Lan just wants to know which proton is the real hero.

However, the palace people were too frightened to vent their anger.Xin Guojun is always lazy and unhurried, but today he couldn't even wait for the chariot, and rushed to Luochenzhai with his clothes in his hands, he might be really angry.

As soon as Zhong Lang stepped into Luochen Zhai, the guards understood and escorted the young man up immediately.

"Your Majesty, Young Master Yao's personal court lady accused Wen Ruhe of the protégé and uttered revenge. There was no proton to testify against him and he did not go out. I believe that this son may be related to the drowning case."

"Later..." Zhong Lan was not interested in the murderer at first, but when he saw the young man's face clearly, his thoughts slowed down by half a beat - the stunning beauty mentioned in the original text could not be more than this.

This is by no means a face without a name in the original book.

Previously, whenever he met Yao, the other protégé, he would be jealous.A teenager can change his appearance every half a year, so he never knew that someone in the harem had become like this.

At the same time that Zhong Lang was shocked, the guards of the palace held the boy's shoulders in a very majestic manner, and pressed the boy's head viciously into the cold snow: "Kneel down!"

He was expressionless, neither aggrieved nor flustered.The tails of the slightly raised eyes are straightened, as if to suppress the restlessness in the heart, leaving only a lifeless coldness to Zhong Lang, like a hard but brittle dead wood in the Gobi desert, which is snapped by a huge force , Bending.

Zhong Lan was shocked: "Don't kneel!"

The boy was held up abruptly, his knees were only a few inches away from the snow.

Zhong Lan let out a heavy breath.He remembered that there was a setting in the original book. The hero was humiliated when he was young, so when he grew up, he dug out all the kneecaps he had kneeled on.

Although he is still not sure, he is extremely cautious now, and everyone looks like the real hero.

"Let go of him first."

The palace people looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to say more.

Zhong Lan restrained his eagerness, and walked towards the boy as calmly as possible.

According to the original description, there is a brown mole on the male protagonist's earlobe.

Young Master Yao has a mole on his earlobe, and the identity documents are correct, so he didn't think much about it three years ago.

But what if another proton had a mole on his earlobe and deliberately changed the documents?

Under everyone's inexplicable and suspicious eyes, Zhong Lan walked up to the young man and raised his hand to brush his long hair from the sideburns.

He saw the vigilant and suspicious eyes of the boy, and felt the uncontrollable slight trembling of the boy's upright and resolute body.

The smooth and warm fingertips slid across the slightly reddened ear rims, and touched the earlobe very gently——

It was a small mole that caused Zhong Lan's heart to stop suddenly.

At this moment, a piercing female voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Perhaps it was the court lady who avenged her personal revenge, seeing that Zhong Lan had no intention of blaming her, she wanted to add more firewood, so she wept and said earnestly: "Your Majesty, this is the person who threatened to take revenge on our son! Your servant has the guts to ask your majesty to be the master for you!"

This sentence was like a boulder smashing into the water, disrupting the scene in an instant.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes changed suddenly, like a lone wolf driven into a desperate situation, like a sharp knife unsheathed from the cold light, he suddenly raised his hand to grab Zhong Lang's hand, turned around and stepped beside him.

A small fruit peeling knife was accurately attached to Zhong Lan's throat.

"Escort! Escort!"

"Bold villain, after killing Young Master Yao, he kidnapped His Majesty again!"

Before Zhong Lang's joy of finding the real hero faded away, his Adam's apple became sharp.

The young man was about the same height as him, with a thin but powerful figure. His hot chest was pressed against his back, and the body temperature could be felt through the thick cotton coat.

"If you come here again, I will kill him."

"My lord, please calm down. Let Your Majesty go first." The eunuch persuaded, "You can't bear the crime of regicide."

"I retreated again and again, but there was nowhere to retreat. Since you all believe that I killed Young Master Yao, I have no way out." His tone was cold, but he smiled at the end of the sentence, as if thinking of the extreme Interesting thing, "Left and right are unaffordable."

The eunuch was sweating profusely in the winter: "Think about it carefully, your mother country, your relatives."

"It's wonderful, very wonderful," he said and laughed, as if he had seen something extremely interesting, "They sent me as a hostage, but because of me, they got flooded."

Damn, crazy.

Everyone in the yard was cursing secretly, but was speechless for a while.

Wen Yao's hand suddenly tightened, pinching the small blade firmly, leaving a light mark on Zhong Lan's neck, and then a trace of bright red blood snaked down along the snow-white neck, staining the collar red.

All exclaimed, everyone's eyes widened in fright, for fear that the blade would go deeper.

The young man put his lips next to Zhong Lan's ear, and asked with a cornered smile: "Your Majesty, how can I let you go?"

"I believe you are not the murderer."

"Really?" The young man sneered cruelly but soberly, "But I think that after letting you go, you will change your rhetoric."

In fact, with Zhong Lan's strength, if he wanted to, he could break Wen Yao's arm before he could react.But he suddenly had a wonderful idea just now.

Zhong Lan laughed very softly.His back was against the boy's chest, and his smile was accompanied by a slight twitch.

Wen Yao's muscles tensed.

The thin lips parted slightly, as if coaxing a child: "Since you don't believe me, I can give you two more choices."

"What choice?"

"First, kill me and die from the guard's random sword." Zhong Lan said softly, "Second..."

He deliberately elongated his tone, which was extremely simple and lazy.

"Secondly, I can cooperate with you and hold myself hostage."

Everyone: "?"

Before Wen Yao could question him, Zhong Lang simply asked the guards to step down, and also asked the eunuchs to clean up the Ascension Cloud Palace where he lived, so as to provide a place for the robber Wen Yao to rest.

Wen Yao said in a deep voice, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Zhong Lan shrugged.

Vaguely, Wen Yao actually felt that Zhong Lang was bumping into his blade in order to avoid being "hijacked and failed".

"..."

After a stick of incense, Zhong Lan was "hijacked" by gangsters and returned to Shengyun Palace.Along the way, he ignored the rescue signals of countless eager guards and guards nearby, and he was determined to teach Wen Yao how to kidnap the king of a country.

Finally, the two arrived in Shengyun Hall.Zhong Lan: "You all go down."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how can you and the villain be left in the hall?"

"If you don't obey, you will annoy the villains. Is this trying to put me at a disadvantage?" Zhong Lang turned to look at Wen Yao, "Is it?"

Wen Yao: "...Yes."

The door was finally closed, and only a few candles were lit in the room, so it was dim.

"What are you trying to sell?"

"I can't lift it with my hands, and I can't carry it on my shoulders. I want to exchange it with you for peace."

The thin lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, and it took a long time before he said, "You are not afraid."

"No, I'm terribly frightened."

Zhong Lan thought to himself, what he was afraid of was not his own death.Although the male protagonist will not die naturally, he may die due to the person who walks through the book.If Wen Yaozhen died, then he would have to be involved in the extremely fierce competition among the countries in a few years later, and be forced to govern the country well.

According to Zhong Lang's experience of being an emperor in the world of infinite flow several times, being an emperor in troubled times is exhausting.This is nothing short of a horror story.

Anxious to retire, the "old man" who is about to work overtime at the thought of failing to capture the hero, imagines the tragic old age of losing the hero, and sincerely shed two lines of tears on his stunning face, frightened and sincere.

Wen Yao: "..."

"That, that..."

Wen Yao groaned, and pressed him on the pillar beside the couch with one hand: "What do you want?"

"Can you move the dagger away a little? I don't dare to take a big breath, it's uncomfortable." The hostage opened his big eyes filled with steam, "It's just you and me here, and I can't run fast."

Wen Yao stared at him closely, listened carefully to the footsteps outside Shengyun Hall in the silence, and slowly moved the dagger away.

In the vast Shengyun Temple, there was only the sound of even breathing, as if counting the time until sunset.

Suddenly, Wen Yao felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.Looking back, Zhong Lan actually fell asleep by himself, resting his head on his shoulder.

Not only that, his sleeping face was very restless, he frowned, and his stomach let out a cry, which seemed to reveal the reason for the frown.

The young man finally couldn't take it anymore, gritted his teeth, and whispered to himself: "What's your idea?"

The soft voice disturbs the dreamer.Zhong Lan muttered unsteadily, adjusted a comfortable posture, and found a suitable position in the boy's stiff arms, as if treating him as a human cushion, and even rubbed the back of his head in the hollow of his shoulder to find a suitable landing point.

The bun is scattered on the shoulders, the blue hair is like a waterfall, the facial features are exquisite and pampered, and the skin is crystal clear, like a porcelain doll that has been enshrined for many years and cherished preciously.

Wen Yao's breathing became short of breath, he suddenly moved his eyes away, and lowered the corners of his mouth indifferently, but did not move.

With a click, the door opened.

Wen Yao raised his head suddenly, only to find that it was Wu Yong.Holding a plate of steaming food tremblingly, he shrank his neck: "Master, son. Those people asked me to bring food for you and the emperor."

The eunuch is really careful in his work.Now Wen Yao is like a frightened bird, approaching without authorization will inevitably arouse strong emotions, it is indeed the best policy to let the little eunuch who came with him from Nanqiong to see him off.

Zhong Lan was disturbed, and as soon as he opened his eyes, a pair of chopsticks were stuffed in by the boy: "Eat first, lest it be poisonous."

Zhong Lan raised his eyebrows slightly.That being the case, he is not polite.The eunuch was really worried that he was hungry when he delivered the food at this time, and he would never take the risk of poisoning him.

Wen Yao picked up the chopsticks only after the storm had passed.But he stopped when reaching for the plate, glanced at Zhong Lang, suddenly put down the new pair of chopsticks, and directly took the used pair of chopsticks from Zhong Lang's hand.

so cautious?

Zhong Lan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yao put down his chopsticks after eating a few mouthfuls.Wu Yong asked while packing the tableware: "Dian... oh no, my lord. What are you going to do? There is no way forward or retreat."

"Take him as a hostage and ask the officers and soldiers to prepare chariots and horses for me to go out of the city. After we leave the border of Xin Kingdom, we will leave him behind."

"I'm sure you'll be like this," Wu Yong suddenly approached in a low voice, and took out a package from his bloated cotton coat, "I took out the things under your bed just now while taking advantage of the chaos."

Wen Yao nodded: "After you go out, send a message to the officers and soldiers of the imperial city for me. Tomorrow at Yinshi, I want to see chariots and horses outside the palace."

Wu Yong nodded and retreated.Wen Yao reached out to take the package he left behind, but the package was not tied tightly, and suddenly a small, long and thin box fell out, fell to the ground, and just opened.

Zhong Lan sat beside him, squinting his eyes: "Would you bring a wooden hairpin for your escape?"

It's cold!Zhong Lan's constricted pupils reflected the rapidly approaching sharp blade.

Jianfeng stopped at the side of his neck, Wen Yao gritted his teeth abnormally, and his voice squeezed out from his throat: "Don't worry about it."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Zhong Lan did not expect such a big reaction from Wen Yao.After they retreated into the Ascending Cloud Hall, Wen Yao more or less relaxed his vigilance towards him, but he didn't expect to become so sensitive because of this light question.

It's probably a little lover's thing.

With a helpless expression on his face, Zhong Lan shrank obediently to the bed next to him: "I'm asleep."

The last afterglow of the setting sun gradually fell, and the night sky was darkened in layers of clouds.

Wen Yao was standing by the bed holding his sword, and holding the hairpin in his other hand, it was getting tighter and tighter...

His Majesty even forgot that this hairpin was given by him himself.

Three years ago, Proton had just arrived in the country of Xin, and it was time for the New Year's banquet.Xin Guojun has always been kind, saying that the protégé is a poor man who has left his hometown, so he agreed to sit down, full of excitement and joy.

At that time, Wen Yao had just escaped from the harshness of the cold palace and stepmother, but his identity documents were robbed, and even his real name was lost. Sitting in the corner of the place seemed to be isolated from everyone.

Xin Guojun's incompetence and mediocrity are as famous as his beauty. It is not difficult to imagine the smell of rouge and powder in this palace.The three generations of Xin Guo used military force, made their name and power, and forced them, the children of the little royal family, to come here to be humiliated.Compared with the predecessors, the current Xin Guojun who insulted them could not even ride a horse, which may be even more depressing.

"Your Highness, stop drinking, Your Highness, get up and salute." Wu Yong whispered behind him.

The protons of all countries stood up and were about to give thanks collectively.Wen Yao got up, followed Daliu and bowed to Lord Xin, and was about to bow down with his companions, when he suddenly heard a young man's voice like a spring breeze from a high place.

"I heard that Nan Qiong's eldest son is extraordinary, so I want to take a closer look."

Wen Yao raised his eyes subconsciously and looked over from a distance, suddenly he seemed to have been poisoned by the world's most powerful poison, his hands and feet were fixed in place and he couldn't move.

The golden pattern of the Xuanpao set off an immortal face, bright and beautiful but untouched by the mortal world, he propped his chin lazily, and his eyes were like silk.

His mind was blank, his lips were slightly parted, his dry voice almost blurted out, and he answered the call.

Suddenly, another cheerful young voice sounded not far from his side: "Nanqiong Wenyao, pay homage to Your Majesty."

"You are Wen Yao? Come up and let me see..."

……

That night, his eyes were fixed on Xin Guojun.

At the end of the New Year's banquet, Xin Guojun rewarded the proton sachet, and when it was his turn, he happened to be short of one.Xin Guojun was almost drunk, and in high spirits, he pulled the hairpin off his head casually.

That day, among the lights and the remnants of wine, Yingge was still alive.When Xin Guojun pulled out the hairpin, the black hair fell like a waterfall, falling down his shoulders along with drunkenness.The bodhi wood hairpin was placed in his involuntarily trembling palm.

Wen Yao closed his eyes, clutching the bodhi wooden hairpin, as if grabbing every precious detail in his memory.Compared with the fake son Yao, he seems to get nothing, and this only bodhi wood hairpin is also something Xin Guojun can't remember.

In the past three years, he has long been used to hiding his secret love well, so that no one will find out, and he will not let himself wishful thinking.

"smell……"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Wen Yao turned around abruptly with sharp eyes.

Zhong Lan half-sat on the bed, swallowed his name, pretending not to know his real name: "...Mr. Wen, if you have to hurry tomorrow morning, even if you don't want to sleep, just close your eyes and take a nap."

Wen Yao stared at that face, and the black red spot on the snow-white Adam's apple that had just scabbed over.

The hand holding the wooden hairpin suddenly loosened.

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was sober and cruel: "You just sleep, you are not allowed to play tricks."

As he spoke, the cold blade touched his neck, which was powerless to resist.