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

As soon as the sky turned pale, Wen Yao woke up Zhong Lan.

In the early morning, Wu Yong was sent to deliver a message, and the carriage was waiting for him outside Nanxiang Gate.

The road from Shengyun Temple to Nanxiang Gate was empty, only the howling wind and unswept snow.But they knew that heavy troops must have been deployed in places they couldn't see.

With Wen Yao's sword pressed against his neck, Zhong Lan slipped step by step in the snow.

After Zhong Lan nearly fell for the tenth time, Wen Yao finally couldn't help it: "You almost tore off my sleeve."

Zhong Lan glanced at him guiltily, and raised his hand to help him tuck his collar.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air!

Wen Yao turned around and swung his sword, splitting the arrow directly: "Rescue soldiers?"

Countless bowstrings sounded again!The swift arrows were like rain, densely packed from the sky.

Wen Yao didn't hesitate, and pushed him under the palace wall.The two retreated in the same direction, but Wen Yao retreated while swinging his sword, while Zhong Lang rolled directly on the snow and rolled into a dead corner under the palace wall.

Almost at the same time as they were hiding in the blind spot, forty or fifty of the best sharp arrows plunged into the ground sideways like tofu, with almost no place to land.If it was half a step late, the two of them might have become hedgehogs.

Wen Yao's expression was not good: "Aren't you afraid of shooting you to death with arrows like this?"

Zhong Lan asked back: "Do you think they are here to save me?"

"The other side of the palace wall is the barracks of the Nanya Forbidden Army. If they hadn't come to rescue you, the Nanya Forbidden Army would have allowed so many archers to occupy an important high ground outside the palace?"

Zhong Lan shrugged slightly.Seeing this, Wen Yao stopped talking suddenly, and realized that this might be Xin Guo's family affair.

"Don't guess, the one who wants to kill me is Mr. Heng Ze, my younger brother." Zhong Lang chuckled, "Mr. Heng Ze has probably obtained the control of the Nanya Imperial Army under the banner of saving his family, and has taken his private If I 'accidentally' died of arrows or revenge from angry kidnappers when I was hijacked, he would be able to mourn me hypocritically while inheriting the throne."

Suddenly, the sound of armor colliding came from the corner of the wall.

"Your Majesty, I waited for the rescue to arrive late."

"Your Majesty, where are you?"

Zhong Lan looked at Wen Yao Tiehei's face, and whistled: "Guess, when these 'rescue' masters see me, they will stab me in the chest with a sword, and then plant the matter on your head Come on, say you tore up the ticket?"

Wen Yao turned his head and looked at Zhong Lan's big innocent eyes, his facial muscles tensed.

Only Zhong Lang is alive, no matter how unwilling Heng Zegong is, he can't show his wolfish ambitions, he can only let them go.Who would have thought that the only person who needed and would protect Zhong Lan now was him, a robber.

"His Majesty is here!"

The No.1 guard master walked around the corner and found them.

Wen Yao picked up the muscular bell tail, leaped deeply, kicked open the window of the servant's room next to the palace wall, and stuffed him in.Then he jumped out of the window to face the guards: "Don't show your head, wait for me."

Zhong Lan obediently hid in the corner of the room.

When the soldiers collided with each other, they screamed in alarm.Fierce and brutal hand-to-hand combat is being staged on the palace wall walkway separated by a wall.Wen Yao was at the age when he was at his most bloody. According to the original description, before he came to be a proton, he also practiced martial arts since he was a child.

Proton for three years, although he did not have a teacher to teach, but he did not waste his daily practice.

Zhong Lan moved to the blind spot of the window, stood up slowly, rubbed his hands and feet: "As expected, this is the character of the hero."

There were footsteps on the other side of the room.

Suddenly, the thin wooden door opened, and as soon as the guards who were about to surround him came in, they were suddenly ecstatic.

"His Majesty is..."

Before he could speak, his pupils constricted, and his neck and body were like broken branches, broken at impossible angles.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, Xin Guo's famous waste vase emperor suddenly appeared in front of him across most of the room, and broke his neck with one hand.

Zhong Lan lowered his hands and watched the guard fall down.When the hilt of the sword crossed the arc and appeared in his hand, he held it just in time, and easily pulled the sword out of the dead man's hand.

His wrist seemed to have no strength at all, but he easily threw out the sword flower.

While swinging the sword lazily, he turned to look at the fierce battle outside the window: "I still have to help him."

Please, male lead, you must not die, otherwise what will happen to my retirement life?

Wen Yao cut off the right leg of No.4 master.

The protective sword is broken.

On the trail, four masters on the ground squirmed on the ground.He held the broken sword in one hand, and supported Zhu Qiang with the other, coughing violently, with blood surging in his throat.

It is impossible for Mr. Hengze to send only four people to surround them.There must be more masters ambushing not far away.

Almost subconsciously, he looked towards the room next to him: "Come out, we have to leave before they come."

And no echo.

An unprecedented fear slowly fell on his head, but it didn't seem to come from the worry about survival.

His voice trembled subtly and uncontrollably, as if he was afraid of something: "Your Majesty?"

The ever-rising tone of the bell did not appear.At this moment, Wen Yao realized that the surrounding seemed to be too quiet.

Enduring the pain, he jumped into the room and found that there was no one in it.

There was a slight sound of metal clashing into the ears.

Wen Yao ran towards the sound without hesitation.Passing through a complex of corridors and palace walls, he saw the first dead man.

He stopped, walked cautiously along the bloodstains, held on to the tall vermilion pillar in front of him, and quietly looked behind the corner.

Pupils constricted.

This is an abandoned yard, a tall dead tree with four people hugging each other stands in the middle of the snow.The branches are winding and withered, and there is no half leaf.

However, in this vast expanse of snow and white, there are blood-colored stars, like red plum trees full of dead trees.

"what--"

The sword was pulled out from the flesh and blood, and the piercing sound was accompanied by screams and a pile of fresh falling plums.

There were countless corpses lying on the ground, and there was only one person standing in the middle, the black robe was hanging loosely, and half of the blood-stained sword protruded from the wide sleeve.

From Wen Yao's perspective, he could only see Zhong Lan's flawless profile like a saint's.Under the shadow of eyelashes, those eyes had a rare cruelty, and they didn't even focus on any of the fallen corpses.

The back of that black robe was still shivering shivering in the corner not long ago.

Wen Yao subconsciously took a step back.

He immediately turned around, stumbled and shuttled between the palace walls, and finally got away from the execution ground.He raised his head and breathed heavily, his eyes were facing the sky, his pupils shrunk into a single point, his chest heaved violently, but his expression was extremely stiff.

He didn't know how long it took before he finally calmed down.At this moment, a relaxed call sounded from behind.

"finally found you!"

Zhong Lan ran over panting.He dropped the sword, ran two steps with empty hands, and took a few breaths.

Wen Yao's eyes fell on the blood on the corner of his clothes, and his eyebrows twitched.

Zhong Lan grabbed him with one hand: "Someone broke into that house, and I escaped through the window on the other side. Fortunately, I found you again. I don't know how many of the guards in the palace are from Heng Zegong."

Wen Yao: "Do you know where you can definitely contact your people?"

"Going north, go out from the North Yan Gate is the Beiya Forbidden Army. The commander of the Beiya Forbidden Army has always disagreed with Mr. Hengze's political views. He will not let Mr. Hengze's people control the northern barracks." Zhong Lan leaned half of his body on the railing superior.

Seeing that Yao was silent, Zhong Lan was a little afraid of being left behind: "Today, the East Palace was emptied, and the guards walking inside were all pretending to save me but wanting my life. It is not a short walk from here to the North Yan Gate. , I can't go by myself."

As he spoke, his eye sockets became moist.

The beauty king has a non-aggressive and affectionate appearance, the most clear and moving, and possesses breathtaking magic power under the embellishment of moist eyes.

Wen Yao opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say: "..."

"Mr. Hengze will not admit that he has murderous intentions towards me. When I went out, I said that the assassin was mixed up with the rescue guards, and since you saved my life, I decided not to blame the past." Zhong Lang finally confessed his purpose. , eyes wide open, looked at him wetly, "Don't leave me here, okay?"

Wen Yao stared at his face for a long time, his face was expressionless, but a word came out from under his throat: "Okay."

Suddenly, a piece of black clothes flashed by the corner of the wall.

Zhong Lang seemed to be frightened, and inadvertently took half a step back.

"There's someone in front, you stay where you are, I'll finish him off." Wen Yao walked past Zhong Lan, "You're next to me, you can't let go of the fight."

"Okay, I won't walk around this time."

Wen Yao blocked the master who just passed by in an empty palace not far away.

Although he was not injured, there were bloodstains on his body. It looked like he had just escaped from the Shura field in the abandoned yard.

After being forced into a corner by Wen Yao, he turned around, took a closer look and found that it wasn't Zhong Lan, and was relieved.

"Did you see him murder?"

"Yes," the man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the broken sword in Wen Yao's hand, "Fortunately, if I knew it was you, I wouldn't run away. It's easy to kill a child. Got it Too much is not good, thank me for sending you on your way..."

Wen Yao's face was expressionless, and the corner of his mouth moved.

A cold light flashed, and the fire flashed between the blades, and the man in black followed the long sword and approached him all the way.There was an extremely terrifying sound of joint breaking, and there was a heavy sound when he fell to the ground.

The man in black was covered in blood and lay on the ground with his eyes wide open.

Wen Yao pinched his neck with one hand, squatted down slowly, and smiled very brightly.

He had never smiled so happily.On weekdays, those protons always said that his unpopular temperament really ruined this face, and he would never express any expression.However, at this time his smile was more beautiful than all flattering expressions.

His left hand poked at the wide-eyed eyes of the man in black.

"You...you..." The man in black seemed to hear the laughter of a lunatic talking to himself before he died.

"You can't keep your eyes." The extremely happy face seemed to be recalling something, and the voice was strangely possessive, "You can see what he looks like just now."

The man in black kicked his legs twice.

Wen Yao seemed to be laughing wildly while chanting a spell that only he knew.

"Only I can see him like this. So, please keep your eyes."

"This is my exclusive secret."

Wen Yao got up slowly, and the exaggerated and terrifying smile on his face faded like a tide. Within two breaths, all emotions were suppressed back to his eyes, and he used the calm sea to cover up the crazy undercurrent below again, so he was not angry.

On the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, blood slowly trickled down the knuckles.

"This is the only thing that is exclusively mine and belongs to him."