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

"Wen Yao, take your head away."

"I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fine now, if you hug me tighter, then something will happen if I'm fine."

"Your Majesty, what hurt you? Let Gu see."

"You let go!"

Wen Yao lifted his head from Zhong Lan's shoulder socket.He is greedy and stingy like a wolf crushing his prey, but his movements are timid, as if he is worried that he will leave a bad impression on Zhong Lang again.

The generals next to him turned their heads one after another, with subtle and strange expressions on their faces.

Finally, the oldest general, General Southeast Dingyuan coughed twice: "Your Highness, the new line of defense has been put in place and is waiting for you to inspect it..."

Zhong Lan took the opportunity to push Wen Yao off his body, and hurriedly slipped away.

Wen Yao glanced over like a hungry wolf, General Dingyuan shrank his neck, and turned his old face subtly aside.

"General Dingyuan said," Wen Yao said slowly, "I will go to inspect it now. General Dingyuan has rich experience and high morals. The next rebuilding and front coordination is none other than you."

General Dingyuan: "?"

Does he want to break it into three parts by himself?

A flying arrow was placed on Zhong Lan's desk.The black special gunpowder bundle is bundled behind the arrow, and you can find the pungent gunpowder smell when you smell it carefully.

People in this world have never seen gunpowder, and they looked at it as if they were looking at a novel and dangerous gadget; Zhong Lan's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

To use flying arrows for war requires a huge amount.This means that this technology has been possessed by the natives of the small world, and it can be mass-produced by the imperial court.

With a creak, Sheng Yun pushed the door open: "Your Majesty, according to the clues you gave, we did find a strange village in Nanzheng. The officers and soldiers settled here, and all of them are producing this kind of thing."

Zhong Lan narrowed his eyes, rubbed his fingers carefully, and made a decision after careful consideration.

"I want to go out for a while. I don't want to tell your Highness about this matter. I just said that I don't like him being so clingy, so I set off early to go back."

Sheng Yun hesitated, but nodded.

The horse was lightly furred, and Zhong Lan didn't bring any men with him.What he wanted to prove belonged to Zhong Lang, the book wearer, not Zhong Lang, Xin Guojun, so he didn't want to get involved with more people.

There is Wen Yao sitting in the barracks, so he can go and come back quickly.

After the last battle, the Nanzheng pass has become rough and difficult to defend.Zhong Lang easily bypassed the guards and moved forward according to the direction provided by Sheng Yun.

Ahead, a small, uninhabited village was blown desolately and withered by the cold wind on the scorched land.

Zhong Lan hastily reined in the reins.The horse took two steps in the air and stopped in place.He tied his horse to a nearby stake, lowered the brim of his hat, and raised his sword forward.

"stop!"

Suddenly, two men with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks popped out of the deserted village.Their eyes looked at Zhong Lang from top to bottom: "Outsider? Where did he come from? Look at this jacket, he is rich."

Zhong Lan didn't deny it, and lowered the brim of his hat without saying a word.

"What? You came to our village alone, and you still want to show off?" One of the men rolled his eyes and grinned, "Why are you here?"

He frivolously raised his hand to fiddle with Zhong Lan's hat.

Suddenly, Zhong Lan's figure moved for no reason, just avoiding the hand.An afterimage flashed across the air, and the scabbard hit the back of the man's hand, making a dislocated creak.

The faces of the two men changed.

"I heard that you have some good things here," Zhong Lan said with a blank expression, unfathomable, "Why don't you go and tell your manager that there is a business, do you want to do it?"

The faces of the two people suddenly changed from anger to awe and horror, and they covered their hands, nodding timidly while retreating into the village.

Soon, several well-dressed men walked out of the village.

Zhong Lang looked at them from a distance, judging the means and methods of the villagers to produce gunpowder.Before those people came to the front, a male voice suddenly sounded loudly behind him.

"My lord, you can make it easy for me to find."

Zhong Lan was almost sprained by the familiar voice, and when he turned his head, he saw Wen Yao's deliberately obedient and threatening face.

Zhong Lan gritted his teeth and said softly, "What are you doing?"

Wen Yao's expression was cute: "Of course I follow His Majesty and protect His Majesty."

Those people in the distance approached, Zhong Lang didn't want to startle the snake, so he could only threaten Wen Yao viciously: "Be a well-behaved and harmless personal bodyguard for me."

"my pleasure."

When those people stepped forward, the leader was a tall man with good features, rough clothes but clean and meticulous, and clean skin. He didn't look like a villager who had been farming for a long time.

"Welcome distinguished guests. But when you step into this village, everything must follow our rules."

Zhong Lan made up his mind, and bowed lightly to agree: "Liang Guo."

"Liang Guo?" The tall man squinted his eyes, "Liang Guo's business has always followed Nanxin, why did he come to Nanzheng after such a detour?"

Zhong Lang imitated Liang Guojun's unpredictable but gentle smile: "There are only eternal benefits."

The tall man raised his eyebrows and turned sideways: "Please."

Zhong Lan and Wen Yao sat in the rough village ancestral hall for a long time, and finally, the tall man came over with a box.

"Please." He gestured to the two of them.

Zhong Lan looked up at his expression, then slowly opened the small box, and a familiar smell came over his face.

"It's too bland, and there are too many weeds in it." Zhong Lang closed the box, "Is this your sincerity?"

The tall man put on a fake smile: "Your guest is knowledgeable."

"I won't pay for this thing."

The tall man put the box away: "It's up to you whether you pay or not. If you enter this hall, those who can't do business will know the secret."

The ferocious men waiting outside the hall suddenly stared fiercely at the hall.

Wen Yao immediately raised his eyes and stood half a step in front of Zhong Lan.

"I didn't say not to do business." Zhong Lang leisurely said, "It's just that you seem to have underestimated my financial resources too seriously."

He pressed a whole bank note onto the table with his backhand, and the eyes of the people next to him stared straight at the numbers on it.

Only then did the tall man frowned, and after a long time turned around and said, "Bring some more."

"My lord, are you talking about those gadgets or something more exciting?"

Zhong Lan and Wen Yao looked at each other.

Are they still using gunpowder to improve weapons?The previous Flying Arrow was probably such a "gadget".

"Take some."

"Hey! Let's go!"

Zhong Lan and Wen Yao were sitting upright, the tall man smiled and said: "This business is too big, I can't make the decision, so go and invite someone who can make the decision."

There was silence in the dilapidated hall.

Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately looked sharply: "What are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty, you haven't said why you are doing this kind of risky thing alone." Wen Yao asked in a neutral manner, "Do you know the weirdness of this powder?"

"..."

Zhong Lan changed the subject, looked around after getting up, and said in a deep voice, "Let's see if there are any traces left by them."

He needs to know the extent of the influence of the man in gray and whether there will be more impactful inventions.

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows and stood there without saying a word.

Zhong Lan flipped through the samples left in the box.Except for the gunpowder and fuse inside, the workmanship on the outside is the same as that of this era, it is just a hard shell made of rough rice husk and sawdust.They have not improved the efficiency of metal smelting, and they are not willing to use metal as consumables.

Zhong Lan felt slightly relieved.Although the man in gray wears books, he is not an all-rounder in chemical engineering, metallurgy, and weapons.Modern technology is the product of the evolution of group society, and it cannot be completely copied by a few people.

Suddenly, Zhong Lan covered his head!

Wen Yao's expression changed suddenly: "Your Majesty!"

The blood in Zhong Lan's head was throbbing, and the soul seemed to be separated from the body under the severe pain!

Wen Yao knew that he had an old disease.

"No, this time is different from before." Zhong Lang gritted his teeth, "I seem to sense something to trigger it... Hmm!"

Wen Yao hugged him and stroked him gently: "Relax, it's fine."

At this time, footsteps came from outside the house.

"Liang Guolai's business? It's strange." A big man who can make up his mind came from a distance.

Wen Yao's face suddenly changed.This voice is somewhat familiar.

He must be one of the gray-robed men who have been to Nanqiong before!Unlike the villagers, they recognized their faces.

Zhong Lan was extremely uncomfortable at this moment, frowning in pain, and could hardly even walk.

Wen Yao is like a wild wolf whose will to fight has been aroused, hugging his lover and fighting against all dangers.

"Ground, the cellar." Zhong Lan's hand grabbed his skirt.

Wen Yao didn't see the cellar at first glance, but later found out that what Zhong Lan was talking about was the small cave on the ground where pickles were kept out.

The courtyard was in disrepair, and the place was empty and unremarkable.

Wen Yao hid Zhong Lan in his arms.

boom--

Before everyone stepped into the courtyard, the straw-like cover was closed in time and blended with the haystack next to it.

In the darkness, Zhong Lang resisted the pain and did not dare to speak out, tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.The corners of his eyes were getting redder, as if he was about to lose consciousness in pain.

Wen Yao covered him with his body like a wild animal.In the extremely small space, there is not even a place to put down four legs.

vaguely.

"Where are they?!"

"It's weird, search!"

With a gap between them, Wen Yao's muscles became more and more tense, as if he was about to rush out of the duel in the next second.

"Wen Yao..." Zhong Lan whimpered softly from the bottom of his throat.

In the darkness, Wen Yao's eyes froze.He knew that Zhong Lang would be emotional when he had an attack.

This is obviously not a good time to be emotional.

Wen Yao supported the back of Zhong Lan's head with his hand, and lightly pinched the piece of soft flesh where the back of the head meets the neck.Zhong Lan gritted his teeth, so he didn't hum.

He was hooked.Wen Yao licked his tiger teeth, his eyes were dim, and the muscles of his hand holding Zhong Lan were tense.He finally let the Beast's side gain the upper hand.

Overhead, the sound of searching footsteps is broken.

Wen Yao vigorously controlled Zhong Lan's limbs, and suppressed a heavy exhalation in his ear.Zhong Lan wrapped his hands around his neck.

In the burning pain, Wen Yao's eyes were ferocious, his movements were gentle, and he comforted Zhong Lan's forehead covered in cold sweat with the lightest and most lustful kiss.

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