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

Suddenly, a sharp knife rushed to Zhong Lan's back heart!

Zhong Lan turned around briskly, kicked the hand holding the knife, and the coldly radiant knife crossed a parabola in the air and nailed to the ground.Li Hong's other cuff suddenly dropped a second dagger, and swung it at Zhong Lan who was not standing still without hesitation!

A piercing metal crash!

The smoke rod caught the short blade, and with a wave of his wrist, the huge force directly shook Li Hong's arm unconsciously.Immediately afterwards, a heavy kick hit his knee suddenly, and a bone cracked. Li Hong fell to the ground in pain, his elbows resting on the floor and trembling with pain.

Wen Yao turned the bong upside down, and condescendingly looked at his angry face from the corner of his eye: "Guzheng is talking about government affairs with His Majesty, it's not your turn to interrupt."

He took a puff of the bong that he didn't know when he lit, as if it was a good medicine for calming, he inhaled heavily and then exhaled vigorously.

Zhong Lan took half a step back, but his body was obviously slower than he imagined.

Wen Yao sneered, turned to Zhong Lan and said, "Your Majesty, Gudu has given you more power than they did, but you want to run away. It seems that what Gudu gave you is not enough."

The look in his eyes made Zhong Lan's back go numb, the medicine remaining in his body surged in, and when his waist was weak, he was wrapped in his arms by a big hand.Wen Yao purposely said viciously in Zhong Lan's ear: "Go back, Gu will make up for the debts of the previous few days."

Although his words were soft, Li Hong happened to hear them.

Li Hong was stunned, and looked up at the two close people.

and many more!

Zhong Lan, who was still looking fierce just now, turned out to blush at the first reaction? !

This is not right!

Pale wrists protruded from gray robes, and the fluttering wings of carrier pigeons rested on them.

"Your Majesty, Li Hong has failed."

Beiyuan has already entered winter and snow has accumulated. After completing its mission, the carrier pigeon was teetering and fell down with a thud.

There was silence, and the sound of burning coals in the house thundered.Yan Guojun sat in the soft fox fur room, embracing the scantily clad beauties on the left and right.He opened his mouth to catch the fruit peeled by the beauty, and sneered: "You guessed it a long time ago, right?"

"Li Hong is mentally disabled, not good enough to be the leader of the hidden guards. However, his father is the general of Zhenguan, so you can't take the initiative to demote him. I asked him to carry out the task. I tested Xin Guo and Nan Qiong, and I was acting for you. We've shared our worries."

Yan Guojun's eyebrows are like a cheetah, vigilant and sharp, and his expression is joking: "Then I have to reward you?"

"No need." The man turned around. Although he was wearing a gray robe, he was different from other prophets. He didn't wear a mask, showing a handsome but bloodless face. "It won't be too late to reward when the plan is completed."

Yan Guojun snorted disdainfully, with a fierce look on his face: "What else do you have planned?"

"Nan Xin's instructions have changed in the past few days. Previously, some major decisions were rigorous, careful, and conservative, while some small decisions were unrestrained; since Xin Guojun was recaptured, the handling of affairs, no matter how big or small, has become careful and conservative Get up." The gray-robed youth analyzed carefully, "It can be seen that the major issues were originally handled by Xin Guojun, and the minor ones were handled by Wen Yao; after Xin Guojun failed to escape, Wen Yao handed over all government affairs to him instead."

Yan Guojun showed an incomprehensible expression: "I heard that Yao is sick."

"Your Majesty and I can see who is really in power, but the people of the world can't. Wen Yao's thinking is too peculiar. Even if he said it, how many people would believe that he did not imprison Mr. Xin, but locked him up instead?" Wake up to deal with government affairs?"

"It's very easy to drive them apart. Many people died in the Xin Congress this winter because of the climate. Who do you think is responsible for this?"

Zhong Lan's physical strength was about to reach its limit.

The memorials on his left were piled up like a mountain, but there were still two piles of unprocessed ones on his right.

The good news is that Wen Yao did not make a second chair after throwing it away; the bad news is that Zhong Lang's current sitting posture is more difficult than when he was tied to the chair before.

He propped his left hand on the edge of the table, his right hand held the brush and trembled slightly, his shoulders were stiff.He exerted all his strength to maintain stability, but the trembling muscles betrayed him, failing to hold up the last line of defense in secret pain.

"Uh——" Zhong Lang finally couldn't hold it anymore, and let out a weak and muffled hum from his nasal cavity. He leaned on the table with his elbows, and lowered his head so much that he was about to hit the table.

A good-looking hand reached out to the table in time to catch the drop of ink that was about to drip, and then pulled out the brush from Zhong Lang's almost convulsed hand and put it aside.

A cold and dangerous voice sounded in Zhong Lan's ears, without emotional ups and downs but with secret cruelty: "Your Majesty, if this continues, it will be dawn."

"Stay away from me," Zhong Lan panted, "I will finish processing the memorial soon."

"Your Majesty, this is your punishment for wanting to escape." Wen Yao hugged him cruelly from behind, leaned his pointed chin on his shoulder, and it hurt so badly, "What is wrong with me that you actually gave birth to me? Do you want to die?"

With tears in the corners of Zhong Lan's eyes, he gritted his teeth: "I'm so tired."

"Oh?"

"I don't want to be in power," Zhong Lan sobbed, "Even if I become a monk and accompany Xuan Tang to become a monk, I don't want to take responsibility."

"That's up to you." Wen Yao's eyes were cold, "Do you know why I'm so angry?"

Zhong Lan cast his eyes over: "Why?"

"When I thought about it, if I didn't go out with you today, I would have received false news of your death at noon," Wen Yao suppressed his anger and self-destructive ridicule, "I have told you so many times, I love you so much .Did you ever think what would happen to me when I heard the news..."

His voice was trembling, full of fear and pain like weeping blood, like complaining, but also like confessing.He bit on Zhonglan's earlobe, like a wild wolf, torturing the soft flesh with his fangs.

"If you knew that I was dead, I'm afraid you wouldn't be a bit soft-hearted. Therefore, you wouldn't put yourself in my shoes."

Zhong Lan suddenly woke up, instead of being afraid, his heart was swelled, like a sour mist.

Wen Yao's voice trembled in his ears: "It's like this again, how many times. I never need to consider my feelings, never respond, just wave and let me come."

Zhong Lan quickly interrupted him: "Wait, how many times?"

Suddenly, Wen Yao's voice stopped.The turbulent emotions disappeared in an instant, and it was his lowered, malicious voice instead.

Just as Zhong Lang was about to defend himself, suddenly, his face flushed again, and the words he couldn't utter were rolling in his throat.He sat in Wen Yao's arms, with his back against Wen Yao's chest.Wen Yao picked up the brush and stuffed it into his hand again, while the other circled around his body to lay out the memorial for him.

There was a cold smile in the voice: "Today, I will accompany His Majesty to handle government affairs. If you don't finish the processing, you don't need to rest."

"devil!"

In the past few days, the frequency of stewing supplements in the small kitchen has become higher and higher.Although the courtiers were used to Zhong Lan not being present at the early court, they were unavoidably worried. Rumors went through several twists and turns, and when they reached the previous court, it turned out that His Majesty was ill.

In view of Zhong Lan's dedication to government affairs in the past few days, the elders of the three dynasties couldn't help but lament his diligence.

The veteran of Xin Guo was naturally extremely proud.Most of them knew of Xin Guojun's "wiseness", and they even went out of their way to promote Zhong Lang's glorious deeds with the former Nanqiong's courtiers.

The courtiers of Nanqiong were shocked: "I heard that Mr. Xin...is not good at government affairs. From this point of view, the rumors are mostly false."

The veterans of Xin Guo shook their heads and said mysteriously, "This is His Majesty's good intentions."

The courtiers each offered precious medicinal materials and supplements they had collected from various places, but the gate of Zhonglan was always closed, and there was a special person in the courtyard to receive and register your offerings.

When several courtiers left, they happened to see a window of the hall from afar.The paper window was half-opened, and a young man in a black robe propped his chin, his eyelids were closed sleepily, he held a brush in his hand, and frowned slightly.The face is handsome and graceful, even if he is tired and tired, it can only add a sense of fragility to it.

One of the young Nanqiong officials stood there staring dumbfounded.He had never seen Xin Guojun's face clearly, just now he thought it was some little fairy reading in the morning.

However, immediately he and several other veterans showed their admiration and intolerance.

His Majesty is too haggard.

The subject blinked, his breathing slowed down, as if he wanted to see more clearly.

Suddenly, there was a rough bang.The wood supporting the window was pulled away, and the window was smashed down, waking up the young courtier.The moment the window was just closed, a piece of dark red gold flashed through the gap, and there seemed to be fierce eyes.

He immediately felt cold, shrank his neck, and immediately pulled the other courtiers away in a hurry.

Inside the room, Wen Yao turned his head to look at Zhong Lan with an uncertain expression.

It's not like he didn't know that Zhong Lang had worked hard these past few days—in fact, Zhong Lang no longer needed to drink the medicine that prevented him from escaping every day.Instead of escaping, Zhong Lang quietly and calmly handled government affairs on time every day, as if he was a hard-working monarch who served the people as the courtiers said.

But he didn't know what Zhong Lang was thinking.

There was a knock on the door outside.Wen Yao opened the door himself, took the peach jelly soup from Wu Yong, closed the door and brought it to Zhong Lan himself.

Zhong Lan's eyes are calm, just like himself, calm and compassionate, his eyelashes are half down like a feather fan.The gooseneck sticks out from the collar of the black robe, hanging gracefully but wearily.

"Your Majesty," Wen Yao put the peach jelly soup on the edge of the table, "don't be too tired."

Only then did Zhong Lan raise his eyes and rubbed his dry eyes: "Yes."

He took the bowl and scooped it into his mouth numbly, but his eyes were vacantly staring at a certain point in the sky, a little out of his mind.

Wen Yao's voice was softer and softer, and he asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, let's go out with some trivial matters recently."

"Row."

Xu Shi Zhong Lan was so obedient, Wen Yao squatted and looked at each other: "Didn't your majesty say that you don't want to work?"

"I've heard what's on your mind," Zhong Lang slightly turned his eyes away, showing a gentle and open-minded smile, "I'm a bit self-blaming."

Wen Yao's heart tightened.

Zhong Lan's sideways face seemed to be covered with a faint gleam, holy and noble yet compassionate, with gentle light-colored eyes.He is the same as before, but he only has a little more affection for Wen Yao than before.

Wen Yao hugged him pitifully, resting his head on his shoulder: "Thank you, thank you..."

Although he didn't want to use force, he couldn't control himself to hug him tighter and tighter.

"As long as there is a little bit, a little bit of affection is for me."

Zhong Lan sighed, and at an angle Wen Yao couldn't see, he gave a helpless and clear smile, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to touch the back of Wen Yao's head.

There is still a way to beat you.

Eat soft but not hard small things.

A piercing voice hangs outside the door, extremely eager: "Urgent report——"

Wen Yao let go, looked at Zhong Lan, and frowned at the same time.

Wu Yong was out of breath and led the Minister of the Household Department in, both of them had extremely eager faces.

Wen Yao didn't want people to see Zhong Lan, no ministers could enter this hall, but at this moment they didn't care so much.Wu Yong hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, something serious has happened! The servant can't control so much, so he can only lead people in first."

"Say."

Hubu Shangshu knelt on the ground, his tone trembling: "Last month, the grain harvest in the original southern vault was poor, and the grain and grass in Xin State were adjusted to help people's livelihood. However, there was a sudden snowstorm three days ago in the grain production area of ​​Xin State, and this year's winter harvest is almost non-existent. The cities of the Xin Kingdom asked Nanqiong to return the food they had transferred earlier, but the cities of Nanqiong had already exhausted their food, and there was no food left..."

Wen Yao: "Just purchase food from other countries in the alliance to meet urgent needs."

Hubu Shangshu shook his head again and again, trying to explain.

Zhong Lan continued the second half of the sentence calmly: "This year's blizzard covered almost the entire alliance. This year's autumn harvest is already unsatisfactory. If there is any accident in the winter harvest, it will be a sign of death. The countries of the alliance may not There is room for export.”

Hubu Shangshu knocked his head on the ground: "The previous purchases were all rejected. Now there are precedents of famine and death in Xin Guo, and the current situation is unstable. Xin Guo's autumn harvest is not satisfactory, but he still takes the risk of winter harvest famine to support Nanqiong , Nanqiong doesn’t help when he’s in trouble now. It’s a bit biased.”

In the empty hall, there seemed to be several heartbeats sinking at the same time.

The merger of the two countries will not worry about being few but suffering from inequality.

"There are rumors that His Majesty has never appeared since he ascended the throne, and that the Regent has acted in charge of the early dynasty. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes," the Minister of the Household Department did not dare to raise his head, trembling, "No one knows whether Zhubi will be the king of Xin, or Nanqiong. Your Majesty."

He raised his eyes secretly, wanting to see the person in the main seat.Hubu Shangshu is a courtier of Yuan Nanqiong, and he has never seen Zhong Lang clearly.He also dubiously believed in this rumor, but at this moment he felt a little short of breath and depressed under the young man's feet.

Wen Yao looked at Zhong Lan, who seemed a little helpless.

However, this is not the last difficulty.

"Famine is the guide, and rumors are the source of disaster. The nobles of the cities of the Xin Kingdom are filled with righteous indignation. They assembled secretly a week ago and have come to the capital. The so-called—"

"Mr. Qing's side."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow there will be a thousand-word income list, and the update time will be postponed to [evening] eleven o'clock~ bow~ I will try my best to have more!

Thanks to the mines of the white dwarf~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Nanxun; 5 bottles of fog color in front of the mountain;