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

In a daze, Zhong Lang thought that the wisest decision he had made in the past few decades was to be alone.

He always wanted to be a good guy without fault.For this, he once paid the price in blood, but he couldn't get rid of this problem in the end.Therefore, Zhong Lang once chose to be alone, not giving himself the chance to be a good person.

Now he belatedly admires himself back then, and clearly realizes how important celibacy is.

Once there is concern, it is robbery.

all in all:

Don't get close to the male fox, or you will become unlucky.

He was caught.

Zhong Lan opened his eyes expressionlessly, looking up at the warm candlelight.Exquisite candlesticks are in the corner, and the flames are burning brightly, dancing happily.The house is still lit with incense, and the smell is very familiar.

Zhong Lan tried to get up, but failed.His hands and feet were bound, and he was unable to use the medicine.

What is Wen Yao going to do to me?

Zhong Lang looked around vigilantly, but found that the surroundings were completely different from what he had imagined.It is warm and bright here, without the dark prison cells and all kinds of terrible instruments of torture as imagined.Under him was a soft brocade quilt with four or five layers of soft cushions. Every inch of the fabric was carefully scented with incense.I sank in the middle of the bed, protected like a fragile china doll.

Was he really caught by Wen Yao?

When he moved, the restraints around his ankles and wrists reminded him that this was indeed captivity.However, Zhong Lan lowered his head and found that his hands and feet were bound by brocade belts.If it weren't for his weakness, this thing would fall apart as soon as he struggled.

boom--

The door suddenly opened.A solid red dress came lightly, and the white gauze was blown by the breeze, making waves as the steps approached.He is harmless and elegant, and seems to be the same Mr. Xu before.

"Wen Yao, you..." Zhong Lan opened his eyes wide and was speechless.

"Your Majesty, don't you like Mr. Xu?" Wen Yao sat on the side of the bed, his tone was gentle, but at this moment there was a bone-chilling chill, "Why, don't you like this outfit again?"

Zhong Lan didn't react for a while, staring at the blurred silhouette behind the curtain, he found that he was indeed close with Wen Yao.It's been a long time—who would have thought that Mr. Xu was Wen Yao in disguise? !

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Yao continued to smile and said: "By the way, I forgot to tell His Majesty. Both times, His Majesty has never been there."

"Cough cough cough-"

The side of Zhong Lan's face flushed slightly, and he shrank back subconsciously.

Wen Yao snatched him over, easily held down Zhong Lan, and trapped him in his arms: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

Zhong Lan raised his eyes cautiously: "What medicine?"

On the bedside table was a tray with a pure white jade bowl on it.The light brown medicinal juice has a faint bitterness, and it emits water vapor when it is warm. It seems to be just an ordinary traditional Chinese medicine.This tray was carried by Wen Yao when he came in just now, Zhong Lan naturally knew that this could not be strange.

His suddenly tightened shoulder and neck line fell into Wen Yao's eyes, and the latter raised the corners of his mouth, coaxingly: "Of course it's a good thing."

Wen Yao was holding the medicine bowl, and eagerly brought the bowl to Zhong Lan's mouth.However, Zhong Lang tried his best not to turn his face away, let the bowl rest on his cheek, and tightly closed his lips, not giving him any chance.

Wen Yao sighed, changed his voice, and used Mr. Xu's voice to coax Zhong Lan into his ears: "I have spent a lot of thought on this medicine, and I only feed it to Your Majesty."

There was a cold sweat on Zhong Lan's back.He tried to struggle, but he couldn't even break free from the brocade belt.He guessed that the weirdness of the body was related to this medicine.Mr. Xu's appearance and voice are gentle and considerate, but the wall of the medicine bowl is cold and ruthless.His heart thumped, and he slammed into Wen Yao's chest with the last of his strength!

The bitter juice left ugly marks on the brocade quilt.

Wen Yao's tone changed instantly, he seemed to be angry, but his tone was neither hasty nor slow: "Half of the medicine has been spilled."

Before Zhong Lan could react further, Wen Yao turned him over and pressed him against the bedpost.He lifted off the white gauze, revealing that ghostly face, his eyes seemed to be glued to Zhong Lan's body.

Zhong Lan's hands and feet were completely exhausted, and he gritted his teeth: "Take it away, I won't drink it!"

Suddenly, a cold hand with well-defined joints firmly clamped Zhong Lang's jaw, and turned his head around abruptly!

Zhong Lan gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold and unyielding, and he looked at Wen Yao.Wen Yao accepted his hostile gaze calmly.

Suddenly, he let go of a smile, picked up the remaining medicine in the bowl and drank it into his mouth.

Zhong Lan's pupils fluctuated, and he watched Wen Yao Junmei's terrifying face getting closer and closer, and the tip of his nose touched his own -

"No, no, you, no."

Zhong Lan's jaw was fixed, and he was forced to raise his head to bear this herbal-smelling kiss.He gritted his teeth, refusing the medicine to flow down his throat.Suddenly, a hand viciously wrapped around his waist.The fingers are slender and slender, and seem to be suitable for pulling out all kinds of delicate devices, but at this time, they are sending their lingering and softness to the poor piece of soft flesh in Zhong Lan's waist.

Zhong Lan closed his eyes, his feather-like eyelashes trembling like leaves wet by rain.

The hand that clamped his jaw stubbornly rubbed the corners of his mouth with its fingertips.The fingertips are smooth, and the slight undulations of fingerprints gently scratch the soft lips, patient and harsh.

Zhong Lan's breathing was blocked at the same time, physiological tears appeared slightly in the corners of his struggling eyes.Wen Yao deepened the kiss, making Zhong Lan's breath nowhere to escape.

"No."

At the same time as the sound was made, the potion found a gap to flow in, and stirred into his mouth violently along with a stream of warmth.

Zhong Lang tried his best to push Wen Yao away.While regaining the fresh air, his mind began to feel dizzy again, and the overbearing power of the medicine swallowed him violently.

He felt that the blurred light in front of him was blocked by a human figure.Wen Yao's voice was extremely lingering, with love and hatred, and he whispered in his ear with a vengeful and frantic voice: "Your Majesty, I will torture you just like you tortured me."

Zhong Lan's eyes darkened, and he returned to a deep sleep.

Outside, Wen Yao closed the extremely heavy door.

Wen Liang wrung his hands and waited outside the door: "Brother Huang, do you have to let him drink this medicine all the time?"

"I can't control him, so I can only borrow the power of the medicine first." Wen Yao looked cold, "But he won't drink for a long time."

At this time, Wu Yong came in and reported: "Your Highness, the prophet is here."

"Gu just wants to see them too." Wen Yao flicked his sleeves lightly.

A whole row of little maids came in outside, carrying countless trays, on which were dark red and gold-plated imperial robes, crowns and a full-gold bong.Wen Yao stretched out his arms, and the palace servants arranged the royal robes for him, with the crown half covering his eyes and eyes.Finally, he picked up the pipe.

The slender fingers caressed the upper lips, as if the tenderness just now remained there.The corners of Wen Yao's eyes were half pressed, as if he didn't need a bong anymore.He didn't ignite it, but just held it in his hand coolly.

"Let's go."

After the alliance dispersed, some of the small monarchs returned to their country, while others made up their minds to climb up the big tree of Wenyao and come to South Qiongjing City with the prophets.

Yunguo is a country that has no sense of existence. It is said to be small and still has fifteen cities, but it is only half of Xinguo and Nanqiong in terms of size.However, Yunguo is indispensable in the alliance: the people of Yunguo are used to traveling around the world, and everyone is well-informed, and even Mr. Yunguo is often one of the first people to know a lot of news.

This morning, he chatted with the prophet.

"I once had a banquet with the Tenth Prince. There is news that Mr. Xin has been arrested." Mr. Yun said to them quietly, "I heard Yao's secret and did not reveal it. He locked him in a palace that was newly built two years ago. Li. Xin Guojun is delirious, so he plays around with Yao."

The gray-robed man at the head was obviously moved: "Secret and not reveal?"

"After all, it is a matter between the kings of the two countries. There are some dirty things that cannot be put on the table." Yun Guojun said quietly, "You should focus on 'fiddle with'."

The gray-robed man snorted, rubbed the hem of his clothes and thought: "Then why didn't he kill Xin Guojun?"

"The kings of all countries knew about Xin Guojun's prophecy, and Xin Guojun ran away. You also saw how terrifying Wen Yao's face was at that time." Yun Guojun was speechless, "Nan Qiong wants to dominate. The Chosen Son is the biggest obstacle, and he has been a hostage in Xin Guo, and he has resentment. I am afraid that killing Xin Guojun is not enough to vent his hatred."

"There are many dreams every day. One day if you don't kill Xin Guojun, there may be an accident one day." The gray-robed man stood up, seeming very anxious, "Why doesn't he even understand this?"

Mr. Yun was a little surprised by his tone, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Xin cannot escape. You also understand Yao's methods. However, if you want to end Mr. Xin early, there is no way out. "

The man in gray robe became interested: "Oh?"

"Wen Yao once ordered a batch of special instruments of torture to be placed in the palace of Lord Guan Xin." Lord Yun stretched out his hand and made a gesture, "I think, if you make some of these gadgets, Wen Yao will be happy to accept them." Yes. If there's a little trick in the thing—"

The gray-robed man understood, and immediately grinned from the corners of his mouth to his ears, and smiled coldly.He immediately thanked Lord Yun.Within half an hour, he visited Wen Yao with a specially selected gift.

Wen Yao leaned lazily on the throne, leaning on the armrest, playing with an unlit bong with one hand.Seeing someone coming, he glanced sideways and said casually, "What's the matter?"

The gray-robed man laughed, playing tricks: "I made a calculation, and now I know something. So I brought you some things, which may be useful."

Wen Yao raised his eyes, looked at him indifferently, and then shifted his gaze to the box brought by the gray-robed man.The gray-robed man noticed his interest, and opened the box cooperatively, revealing the contents inside—a leather whip with barbs, a dagger whose wound would not heal after bloodletting, a splint used to torture his fingers...

Of course, the man in gray robe added some ingredients to it.For example, the barbs of the leather whip are soaked in dung water, dried in the sun, and then treated with spices to treat the smell. The wound is bound to fester and be infected; The piercing cannot be pulled out|out, otherwise all the surrounding flesh and blood will fester and shatter...

The gray-robed man looked carefully at Wen Yao's eyes, watching his eyes suddenly change and turn cold.

The gray-robed man was overjoyed—it seemed that Wen Yao's hatred for Zhong Lan was true, and these things could arouse Wen Yao's reverie rashly.He immediately cleared his throat and muttered, "Your Highness, the future is not unchangeable. Although Xin Guojun is destined to be the emperor, as long as he has the resentment and pain of a lackey before his death, then this fate will be transferred to the person who imposed it." body."

Wen Yao didn't speak, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were glued to the box.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the gray-robed man was ready to make a final push: "He doesn't care about your feelings so much, what do you have to miss?"

A suppressed chuckle resounded in the dark and solemn hall.

Immediately afterwards, the laughter gradually became louder. Wen Yao seemed to have heard something extremely funny, covering his face with five fingers, and his face twitched with laughter.

The gray-robed man was extremely satisfied, and he also smiled, his heart vicious and proud - Wen Yao, the unpredictable tyrant in the original novel, would not make it easy for Zhong Lang, as long as it was a little harder, Zhong Lang would definitely die, and before he died, he would be incomparable pain!

Zhong Lan can finally die, and our mission is about to be completed...

"Very good, Gu really needs these."

The gray-robed man bowed politely, but his tone became ecstatic uncontrollably: "Then I'll wait..."

Suddenly, heavy armored footsteps outside the hall resounded loudly, almost breaking into the hall as if they were about to overturn the hall, and within a few breaths, the gray-robed man was surrounded.

He finally realized something was wrong.The two arms were firmly pressed down by the soldiers, and with a harsh dislocation sound, they were cut behind the back.The gray-robed man let out a painful scream, his knees gave way, and he fell to his knees.

He was extremely frightened: "Your Highness, why? I am indeed for you..."

"For Gu?" Wen Yao stared at him coldly, "Gu feels that you are the only ones who want Xin Guojun to die from the beginning to the end, right?"

The gray-robed man choked and couldn't answer.

"Gu first saw you at Qingci Temple. At that time, you were trying to encourage Gu to kill Xin Guojun." Wen Yao said coldly, "The same is true in Huxin Island later. I don't know how you predicted it. But As long as you say it correctly a few times, the foolish people in the world will equate you with gods and ghosts, awe, shrink back, and trust everything you say without a bottom line. As long as you can grasp trust, you will be able to dominate public opinion full of selfishness at times. The nations are driven by your prophecies."

The gray-robed man lost all color, and his body began to tremble.

"I would also like to know why you hate Mr. Xin so much, and go out of your way to kill someone alone."

The gray-robed man yelled in panic and piercingly: "But I'm not wrong! Even if I have selfish intentions, why don't you want to kill him, the world is yours after killing him!"

The soldiers ignored his yelling and dragged him down.Another person picked up the box of "good things" prepared by the gray-robed man for Zhong Lan, and went to the execution hall together.

"Let go of me—you obviously want to kill him too!"

"How could Gu think it would be bad for him?" Wen Yao pursed his lips and smiled ambiguously, "Every hair of his body must be safe and sound."

Only then did the gray-robed man realize the love that came from hatred when Wen Yao talked about "Xin Guojun".Is that extreme, hatred born of extreme, unrequited love.

He trembled all over, like a fish making an earth-shattering but useless struggle before dying—

This is the tenth day since Zhong Lan was caught.

It was still dark, but the temple was brightly lit.The sky outside the window was aqua blue, and it seemed that there was still a cold wind blowing.

Zhong Lan opened his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed.A few days ago, the daily dose was slightly reduced.His work and rest gradually became normal, but he still had no strength, so Wen Yao felt relieved to let go of his hands and feet.

Wu Yong pushed open the door.He is already the eunuch with palm prints in the palace, but he comes to deliver food for Zhong Lan himself every day: "Your Majesty, you said you want spicy food, today the small kitchen specially made it for you."

Zhong Lan nodded and took the bowl naturally.

The sweet and soft porridge is filled with marinated and crushed fish meat. The slightly spicy taste comes out from the texture of the fish meat without disturbing the mild taste of the rice porridge. It is very delicious.

Not long after, a whole row of palace people came in with small plates, asking Zhong Lang what kind of spices he wanted.

"Do you have any other orders? The servants will write them down for you."

Zhong Lan: "The room is too bright, it dazzles my eyes."

With a wave of Wu Yong's hand, the palace servants immediately extinguished half of the candles.

Zhong Lan: "I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for dinner."

Wu Yong nodded, and immediately let someone pass it to the small kitchen, and started to cook non-stop.

Zhong Lan frowned suspiciously, and continued to probe: "I'm a little bored, I want to read the script."

Wu Yong responded immediately, saying that he would collect all the words on the market in the afternoon.

Zhong Lan made a final test: "I want to go out to get some fresh air."

Wu Yong finally said, "This won't work. Your Highness said, as long as you stay in the room obediently, all requirements will be satisfied."

Zhong Lan nodded, he was just probing, but it didn't matter, he continued to slump on the spot.

This day is so comfortable, it seems that it doesn't matter if you don't go out.

After these few days, he found that although Wen Yao ran over madly and kissed and hugged him sometimes, and often said harsh words to him, he just looked scary on the surface.Zhong Lang's psychological quality is very human, and he desensitized within a few days.He found that Wen Yao was more afraid of getting hurt than himself.

Of course, in addition to often make yourself weak.Zhong Lan blushes when he thinks of certain "deficiencies", but overall he is satisfied with his current life.

"Anyway, I planned to attack Wen Yao at the beginning so that I could retire as a salted fish." Zhong Lan lay on the spot with all four limbs weak, "It seems to be the same as now."

He finds himself really easy to please.

Two days later, he became even more presumptuous, and started ordering Wu Yong to buy himself various gadgets, and even found an opera troupe to perform.All requirements were met, except that he was not allowed to go out.

A few days ago, Wen Yao said viciously, "Your Majesty, you are just a bird in my palm and cannot fly away."

Zhong Lan's eyes were full of tears on the surface, but in his heart: I didn't even think about flying at first, don't I be stupid if I have a meal ticket?

Before, he thought that Wen Yao would kill him, so he ran around trying to find a way out; now he is sure that Wen Yao will not hurt himself, why not be a happy rice bug?

This is called the same goal by different routes.Zhong Lan thought to himself.

His happiness lasted only a few days.

One day when Wu Yong came to deliver the meal, he said: "The army of Xin Guo on Huxin Island was sent back by Haosheng, and he also brought news. Counting the days, the new mission sent by Xin Guo should also arrive today."

Zhong Lan woke up suddenly: "Mission? Why did Xin Guo send another mission?"

"This, wait for His Highness to tell you personally."

With a bang, the door opened, and the cold wind poured into the palace, blowing away all the warmth in the house!The eunuchs and maids filed in one after another, each carrying a plate with various clothes and jewelry on it.Four or five eunuchs came to the bed and helped Zhong Lan up.

"What are you going to do?"

No one answered.They put the clothes on for Zhong Lan one by one, and tidied his hair with a rhinoceros horn comb, making it look formal.Every inch of Zhong Lan's skin was wiped clean with a damp soft cloth, and his clothes were meticulous.

Finally, a crown was fixed firmly on top of his head.

For the first time since his capture, he was taken out of the temple.They used a sedan chair to transport people to the front court.

Zhong Lan finally panicked: "What exactly is Wen Yao going to do?"

The sky is not yet bright, and the morning has not yet begun.The grand main hall is empty, although the candles are brightly lit, it looks like a ghost hall, and a dropped needle can cause countless echoes.

Zhong Lan was placed on the throne like a doll.He looked like a majestic and majestic king, dressed in court clothes, looking down on all living beings—if you ignored the two guards around him who pressed his shoulders to prevent him from escaping.

"Your Majesty, you are so beautiful."

Wen Yao's voice came from behind, admiring and pondering, making it unpredictable.

The guard let go of Zhong Lan.Zhong Lang tried his best to get up, but before he succeeded, he was firmly held down by a hand with sharp knuckles.

There was darkness above his head, Wen Yao cast an appreciative and ambiguous gaze from behind him, and leaned into his ear: "Your Majesty, as I said, I will torture you severely. You are not here to enjoy my life under my command."

A solemn but loud bell sounded, and the door of the main hall was slowly opened, and the courtiers in the square had already lined up in an orderly queue. When they entered the main hall, they were magnificent and solemn, and stood in a crowd at the foot of the bell.

Not only that, but some familiar faces in Xin Guo's court clothes were also in the queue.There were no soldiers escorting them, but they actively stood below.

Zhong Lan's lower lip trembled, and his eyes widened slightly.Following a piercing reading, the courtiers bowed down triumphantly.The object of their worship was Zhong Lang, but they turned a blind eye to Wen Yao standing beside Zhong Lang.

A highly respected old minister stood at the head of the queue, got up and bowed: "I am fortunate to witness the foundation of the great cause of the world. Think of your majesty's majesty, look at the way of heaven and earth, and welcome your majesty to the throne."

The head of the Xin Kingdom is the first pavilion that Zhong Lang is familiar with. The old man seems unable to see Zhong Lang's panic at this time, but his face is full of relief and respect: "In the future, the Xin Kingdom and the South Qiong will unite as one, and we are willing to contribute to the great cause of unification. Expansion of territory."

"What, what's going on here? Why did the ministers of Nanqiong worship me, and why did Xin Guo send people over..." Zhong Lan's eyes were flustered, but the people beside him cruelly pressed him on the throne, not allowing him to move.

Zhong Lan watched helplessly as the edict was read, watched the two countries exchange tokens, and watched the scepter being delivered to him.

Ritual and music resonate together, the sun is shining, and the new emperor ascends the throne——

"Wen Yao, what exactly are you going to do?" Zhong Lang gritted his teeth and asked the people around him softly.

Wen Yao said in Zhong Lan's ear, "Your Majesty, you are not here for free."

Zhong Lan: "?"

"I have been in Xinguo for three years, and I know you very well. Isn't what you want most is a leisurely life without worrying about food and clothing? What do you want most, I will take him away and put you here In troubled times, you can’t move, you can’t escape, you can only continue to suffer.”

Zhong Lan suddenly understood, and his voice trembled slightly: "You are so cruel."

Wen Yao smiled, played with Xinhuang's earlobe with his fingers, and looked down coldly.No one under their feet dared to look up, and no one noticed the ambiguous exchanges on the stage.

"Mr. Nanqiong died, and the eldest son, Wen Yao, inherited the throne. However, heaven and earth prophesied that Mr. Xin would be the ruler of the world. Nanqiong would like to be the first to be the vanguard driven by the general trend. He voluntarily worshiped Mr. Xin as the new emperor, so all the ministers of Mr. Xin were invited to come. After that, both Nanqiong and Xin Kingdom will become your original home country, and under your leadership, you will conquer everywhere and realize the prophecy of unification."

"You don't want the throne anymore?!"

Wen Yao leaned into his ear affectionately: "Your Majesty, I only want you."

The old overlord Xin Guo and the upstart Nan Qiong merged into one, called Nan Xin, worshiped the original Xin Guojun Zhong Lan as the monarch, and the former Nan Qiong throne successor Wen Yao Chuilian was regent.

The world was shocked.

Three thousand miles away from Beiyuan, the court hall was also solemn and solemn.

Yan Guojun sat at the top, not only courtiers worshiped at his feet, but also several high-ranking chairs, sitting on the monarchs of allied countries.

And, some people in gray robes.

"The Xin Kingdom Alliance has been opposed to the Yan Kingdom for two generations," Yan Guojun said in a deep voice, with a fierce look in his eyes, "I thought that the rise of Nanqiong would split the alliance, but in exchange for this ending. Now Nanxin is gaining momentum, and the land Territory, weapons, food and grass can even confront our country of Yan alone."

The small countries under the command of Yan State looked at each other.

Yan Guojun looked down at them from the corner of his eye, and curled his lips: "Beizheng Jun, you said earlier that the successor of Nanqiong hated Xin Guojun to the bone, and would definitely kill him, causing turmoil in the two countries?"

Bei Zhengjun looked flustered, and quickly stood up and bent over: "Here, who would have thought that Wen Yao's temperament is so unpredictable? He really hates Xin Guojun."

Yan Guojun interrupted his defense: "Who said before that if there is a mistake this time, I am willing to bear all the anger?"

Bei Zhengjun's face was pale.

"Decree that the army stationed in Beizheng can move. From now on, there will be no Beizheng country, only Beizheng province."

"The royal family and others, adult men beheaded, young children and women are enslaved, where should they be sold next, let people deal with it. I am tired."

Beizheng Jun fell to his knees with a bang, and kowtowed non-stop: "Your Majesty calm down, Your Majesty calm down."

Heavy armored soldiers came in, grabbed him tightly, and dragged him out fiercely.The king of such a country had no other choice but to beg for mercy. He bumped his feet in fear and trembling under the sword, and begged for mercy.

The kings of other small countries on the side couldn't bear it, some were gloating, and none of them pleaded for mercy.

Although they are the kings of a country, a small country has no dignity.

Yan Guojun launched an attack again: "Master, you sent people to Houtang and other places to spread false prophecies, but this is the only effect?"

The gray-robed man at the head stood up unhurriedly: "Mr. Yan, can't you see this?"

Everyone gasped and knelt down one after another.

Yan Guojun's eyes were fierce, and he stared at the gray robed man, holding the handrail tightly.However, his clenched teeth were still loose, and he sneered: "How to talk about it?"

The gray-robed man stood upright freely: "Wen Yao's feelings for Xin Guojun are not all hatred, nor is it that he doesn't hate. Since Xin Guojun has been caught, he will naturally let him play around. Wen Yao will not be so kind to hand over power, you Don't you think that Xin Guojun is just a puppet at this time?"

Yan Guojun frowned: "You mean, Wen Yao is afraid of directly attacking Xin Guoguo and hurting his vitality. In this way, on the surface, he made a concession, but in fact he seized the real power with a false name, without spending a single soldier. Pawns control the two countries."

"Your Majesty is wise." The gray-robed man smiled, "The current Xin Guojun is just a puppet, and he just stands still so that everyone in Xin Guo can feel at ease and be driven by Wen Yao."

Yan Guojun was persuaded, sneered, and propped his chin with great interest.

The gray-robed man continued: "If you want to defeat Nanxin, you need to start from the inside—isn't it interesting to make the puppets who have been emptied have a sense of resistance?"

Zhong Lan also thought he was a puppet.

After a short period of panic and uneasiness, he quickly regained his reason: Whether it is the original book or the current world, Wen Yao is extremely eager for power, and he will never let go.

He wanted me to be a puppet emperor, at the mercy of the regent, in order to humiliate me.

After thinking about these things clearly, Zhong Lang soon felt relieved to eat and wait to die, and he was even happier.

He has a sense of responsibility that cannot be let go.It was because of this that I followed the road map alone and worried that the captives would be hurt; it was also because of this that I immediately went to Nanqiong to save people when I heard that Mr. Xu was in trouble.

Originally, he was worried that there would be turmoil in the Xin Kingdom if no one was in charge; this way, Wen Yao would definitely treat the people of the Xin Kingdom well.

He ate three or four extra bowls for lunch that day.

Suddenly, a cool hand went around his waist from behind, penetrated into his coat and touched his waist: "Your Majesty, the flesh on his waist is getting softer."

"Ahem, ahem—" Zhong Lang was ashamed and annoyed by the fright, and choked up, "What are you doing?"

That cold hand danced cunningly on his waist, making the base of Zhong Lan's ears turn red slowly, but he left as soon as he pulled it away.

"It's nothing, just to remind His Majesty that it's time to drink medicine after lunch."

Zhong Lan has long been used to taking traditional Chinese medicine at regular intervals every day.He knew a little about medicine, and he could tell that the medicine had no side effects, so he didn't bother to care about it. He was sure that Wen Yao wouldn't hurt himself, and obediently took the medicine every day.

After drinking the medicine and having a comfortable sleep, he was still a little elated.

However, before the potion was ingested today, Zhong Lang deduced from the smell that the prescription had changed.

Wen Yao folded his arms: "Does Your Majesty want me to feed it myself?"

Zhong Lan remembered the method of "feeding medicine" in the first few days, his face flushed slightly, and he drank it by himself.

Sure enough, the medicine changed.Zhong Lan didn't feel the familiar dizziness, but the pain of overload in his head - he was so clear-headed that he could fully capture the wind and grass around him.All logical thinking became clear, and he even felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight because he was too active.

"What is this...?" He held onto the table with difficulty.Although the effect of the potion has changed, it still makes his hands and feet weak.

"Your Majesty slept a lot in the past few days, and your mind is not clear, so you can't handle government affairs." Wen Yao raised his eyebrows, "For the sake of the common people in the world, Your Majesty must be more sober when handling government affairs."

Zhong Lan: "?"

what are you saying?Where's my nap?

Wen Yao snapped his fingers and said loudly, "Where is the thing that Gu ordered before?"

Zhong Lan was startled.There were people coming and going in the Tiangong these days, so he naturally knew that Wen Yao had customized some "instruments of torture" for himself.

He was disappointed all of a sudden, this lunatic couldn't keep himself stable all the time.He changed his mind within a few days, if he could give birth to Zhong Lang well, he could also torture him to death.

Thinking of the incomparably sensitive effect of the potion just now, Zhong Lan's back felt cold.

Not only has his thinking become sharper, but even his senses have become extremely sensitive. The originally painless touch will be magnified several times, which can make him fall into extreme pain without any effort.

Zhong Lan thought of the way Yao moved his hands and feet these days, and blushed while being frightened.

What is the instrument of torture...

The palace man pushed the huge device in.The device is covered with a black cloth, and there are rolling pulleys underneath, making vibrating roars along the way.

Zhong Lan's heart sank slowly.

What he couldn't bear was Wen Yao, a beast.

Wen Yao poked his head from behind affectionately and cruelly, put his face against Zhong Lan's, and smiled: "Your Majesty, you will be in great pain."

Zhong Lan fought hard but to no avail, and was easily picked up by Wen Yao.

The palace man lifted the black cloth, revealing the terrifying and hideous thing underneath.

Zhong Lan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, helplessly and pitifully being placed on top by Wen Yao.

Bang, bang.

After two beeps, Zhong Lan's waist was locked and his ankles were also fixed to the device. He had nowhere to escape.

There was a soft pad on the back of his head, forcing him to hold his head upright.

Wen Yao's cold voice echoed in his ears: "Open your hands."

Zhong Lan struggled to no avail, his right hand stretched out, and more things will be imposed on this hand——

A pen was stuffed into his hand.

Zhong Lan: "?"

What the hell?

The palace people brought over a table with a mountain of memorials on it.One grinds ink, another spreads paper, and another holds a teacup.

Only then did Zhong Lan open his eyes, and found that the device was a set of seats, and the various mechanisms on it fixed him still, but they would not hurt him.I was fixed in a writing posture, and as long as I stretched out the brush in my hand, I could just dip it into the ink.

The palace people moved another exquisite and comfortable couch.Wen Yao lay lazily halfway on the couch, with eunuchs beating his back beside him, and two little palace maids holding fruit plates, and a stack of scriptures was stacked by his hand.

Zhong Lan couldn't hold back anymore: "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Torture you." Wen Yao showed a cruel smile, "You are His Majesty, you should handle government affairs properly, right?"

Am I not a puppet?Shouldn't you take away all the power you hold and humiliate me?

Wen Yao's cruel words tormented Zhong Lan's ears: "That potion can keep His Majesty from being sleepy all afternoon and night. I believe that His Majesty will be able to survive the government affairs that Xin Guo has accumulated for so many days, as well as Nan Xin's new memorials." It's done."

Zhong Lan's sky collapsed: "Wen Yao, you are so cruel..."

"How could it be? How kind am I?" Wen Yao yawned while flipping through the storybook, "By the way, Wu Yong will count. You can have a sip of tea after processing five memorials, and after processing twenty memorials, It can activate the mechanism and let you get up and move your stiff knee."

Zhong Lan seemed to have been greatly wronged. He had never experienced such mental stimulation when he was caught by Wen Yao a few days ago.

The eunuch beside him took a memorial, unfolded it thoughtfully and placed it in front of him.Zhong Lan angrily wanted to scribble casually, but suddenly, the handwriting on the memorial came into view - this autumn's harvest was not good, and adjustments were needed to make the people in the land with poor harvests have enough to eat.

His hand stopped suddenly, his brain subconsciously began to function in various ways, and his expression changed from grief and indignation to solemnity.

I'm not supposed to be a good responsible person, but I can't help it.

At nightfall, Zhong Lan's right hand was trembling, as the medicine's strength faded away, he felt dizzy.The powerful mental activity consumed a huge amount of physical strength. When he was put down from the device, his legs trembled, his mind was lax, and he wanted to sleep to death.

Wen Yao is a demon who can probe people's hearts.

Gollum—

My stomach growled.Zhong Lan exclaimed angrily, "Where's dinner?"

All he wants now is a good meal and sleep right away!

The door opened.Wen Yao walked in with dinner in person: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard."

The moment Zhong Lan saw Wen Yao, his hands became weak subconsciously, and he turned around and wanted to run away, but he smelled a seductive fragrance at the tip of his nose.

The dinner that Wen Yao served was extremely delicate, it was steaming just out of the oven.

He also told Wu Yong yesterday that he had been looking forward to crab rice cakes and roast goose for a long time.Before, Wu Yong responded immediately, but yesterday he shirked that the procurement bureau was short of crab noodles and asked him to wait for two days.

It turned out that she was deliberately waiting to seduce him!

Zhong Lang had no choice but to put down his defenses limply, and sat obediently on the spot, waiting for Wen Yao to put the dinner plate on the table.He reached for the chopsticks, and suddenly, the other hand pulled the chopsticks away from his palm very quickly!

Zhong Lan was already exhausted: "You really know how to torture people."

Wen Yao was noncommittal.He originally had a flirtatious face, his eyes were seductive even when he was not angry, and he looked like a seductive goblin when he smiled brilliantly.At this moment, he seemed to release all the charm of his body to Zhong Lan alone, and sat close to Zhong Lan.

"Does Your Majesty want to eat?"

Zhong Lan nodded.

"But I'm still hungry."

Zhong Lan was angry: "You fart. I only ate two plates of grapes and three stacks of snacks this afternoon."

He spent the afternoon like a year, was seduced to the point of losing his mind, and remembered it clearly!

"I mean," Wen Yao picked up the hair around his ear, and nibbled on his earlobe, "this."

"You pervert! Mmmmmmm—"

With tears in the corners of Zhong Lan's eyes, he was so blocked that he couldn't breathe.However, he was powerless to resist. With his emotions and provocative experience in front of Wen Yao, he could only gradually sink into it.