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

"Is the straw stack over there overturned?" The sound above the head was getting closer and closer.

Wen Yao covered Zhong Lan's mouth, trying to suppress his heavy breathing.The veins in the necks of the two of them burst out, their breathing became short and short, and the eyes were red with suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

Zhong Lan's eyes were full of water vapor, and his body became sensitive and fragile due to the emotion that accompanied the illness. Being suppressed in such a small space, he shrank and endured, his fingers tightly grasped Wen Yao's back, his joints turned white , it seems that there is only the last bit of strength left to break.

"There's no one in the straw here."

"Come on, go to the high place. They must not have left the village yet."

As soon as the footsteps sounded far away, the lid of the cellar was lifted up with a bang!

The two gasped for breath.

Zhong Lan's face was completely red, and his teeth and shoulders were chattering.

Wen Yao immediately pulled him into his arms, carried him out of the cellar, grabbed the back of Zhong Lang's head and let him bury him on the side of his neck, and tightly hugged Zhong Lang's thin and strong waist with his other hand.

"Calm down first."

Zhong Lan let out a sad grunt, his throat sticky and hoarse.

Wen Yao half-closed his eyes, stroked his back in pain, and said in a calm and sad tone, "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't want to solve your problems, it's just that they are about to investigate from a high place, and we have to leave quickly. Stay where no one is , whatever method of calm you need, I will follow you..."

A pale and slender hand bursting out from the scene suddenly clasped the back of Wen Yao's neck from behind, and with a forceful hand, twisted the piece of flesh to separate him from himself.

The voice was trembling and hoarse: "How else do you want to 'sacrifice yourself'?"

With a sudden push of his hand, Wen Yaohe bowed to Zhong Lan like a kowtow.

"..."

"I'm still awake," Zhong Lan lightly pushed Wen Yao away, then stood up tremblingly while supporting the wall, "Take that box of samples and go quickly."

He'd wanted to see what the gang's good stuff looked like.However, it was too late at this time, so he could only leave as soon as possible.Wen Yao couldn't stop worrying, so he supported him with one hand and the box with the other, and the two of them walked along the path at the base of the wall to avoid being spotted by high places.

"Your Majesty, you're like this..." Wen Yao couldn't help biting his lower lip when he saw Zhong Lang's stubborn appearance.He suddenly made up his mind, grabbed Zhong Lang with one hand, and threw him on his shoulder.He supported the bell with one hand and the box with the other, and flew past.

A villager-like man who was sitting and dozing in an abandoned corner suddenly woke up and shouted, "Over there! Chase!"

Wen Yao didn't dare to stay, and rushed through the complex and dense low houses along the way, and rushed to the intersection he came from according to his memory.His speed is extremely fast, and he quickly throws people out of sight.

"No," Zhong Lan suddenly grabbed his shoulder, "it's not this way."

Wen Yao's footsteps stopped.

There was a slight sound of cracking tiles overhead.Wen Yao subconsciously jumped into the distance.

boom--

A heavy punch landed on the place where they were standing just now, and the sand flew up!

"Zhong Lan, you are still so courageous."

This tone is like talking to an acquaintance... Wen Yao's eyes are sharp and terrifying, staring at the person behind the sand like a sword.

Behind the sand, a thin figure slowly appeared.The gray robe hung loosely on him, making him look thin and pale, and the exposed neck and wrists were so thin that they could be broken.If it hadn't been for seeing the big movement of him jumping down just now, no one would have thought that his strength is so great.

Wen Yao didn't look back, and softly asked the person on his shoulder: "Do you know him?"

Zhong Lan's voice was intermittent: "It's considered acquaintance."

"what relationship?"

"Probably because they want to seek money and kill themselves."

Wen Yao didn't ask any more questions, his eyes were cold, his lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, and he made no secret of his killing intent towards that person.

People in the distance were attracted by the noise here, and came here noisily.

"Oh," the man smiled hypocritically, "you are surrounded, how can this be good?"

Wen Yao moved his neck and ankles, and now he has no choice but to force his way out.As soon as his eyes moved to a certain direction, the gray-clothed man seemed to understand the thoughts in his heart, and his movements followed that direction.

"Don't deal with him." Zhong Lan whispered in his ear, "He's no match for you."

"But there's still you."

Zhong Lan struggled suddenly and got off Wen Yao's shoulder.

At this moment, the eyes of the person on the opposite side showed a cold light, and his figure flashed towards him!

Wen Yao stood in front of Zhong Lang and caught the attack for him.

"It's over there! Master Li found them!"

There was a strange and proud smile on the bloodless face of the gray-robed youth: "Can you still go?"

Zhong Lang took a deep breath, his hands and feet were still sore and limp, and he estimated in his heart the difference in combat power between the two sides.

Suddenly, a big hand with hot palm grabbed his wrist.

Wen Yao's voice was calm and gentlemanly: "Your Excellency, you probably misunderstood something."

At the same time, the sound of metal clashing of swords and swords came from behind them.

The young man in gray robe paused, and the smile on his face disappeared like running water.

"Gu and Your Majesty, you are not a ranger or a loose warrior." Wen Yao said calmly, "Naturally, I will not fight with you by force."

The young man in the gray robe suddenly raised his head, and on the hill behind him, a group of dark guards dressed in hard attire and fully equipped with weapons were waiting in formation!

He gritted his teeth, seeing the calm expression on Wen Yao's face, he suddenly became more ferocious, turned around strangely, and went straight to the bell!

He sneered: "So what if someone responds? You are very fragile."

Wen Yao's face suddenly changed.Zhong Lang stood on the spot, unable to dodge in time.

With a soft and fluttering palm, Zhong Lan held the man in gray's hand sideways expressionlessly, twisted it seemingly effortlessly, and the man in gray's shoulder turned over!

Zhong Lan raised his eyes and said lightly: "Li Weisong, what exactly do you misunderstand about me?"

The "villagers" and the hidden guards rushed to the vicinity of the two of them.Li Weisong took out a strangely shaped dagger with his left hand and stabbed it.As soon as Zhong Lang let go, he quickly backed away, and quickly backed away.

Wen Yao hurried over: "Are you injured?"

Zhong Lan shook his head, but raised his eyes to see all the tension in Wen Yao's eyes.My heart skipped a beat, and I was in a trance.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Wen Yao frowned slightly, and pulled the bell past the bell, his voice tense, "Is the headache coming again? I can help you..."

A hand grabbed the back of his head violently.

"Shut up you."

The dark guards seized half of the warehouses in the village. Later, because Nanzheng was alarmed, everyone evacuated early and took away the gunpowder products they found.

Zhong Lan also returned to the capital after finishing handling the affairs of the Southeast Army and waiting for the defense line to be rebuilt.

The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty have been waiting for His Majesty to come back for a long time.Many people in the world have heard that there is a strange black powder that can destroy the city walls, and people panic for a while.And Zhong Lan had seen that scene in person, so he naturally became the object of curiosity.

"If such things are used extensively, most of the city will have to be rebuilt. The treasury is overwhelmed."

"The art of war has to be changed, and the ministers are worried about how to deal with it."

"It would be the best if I, Nanxin, can get this black powder."

"Nowadays there are black fans in the country, besides Yan, are there other countries?"

A few days ago, Zhong Lan was troubled by the headache and Li Weisong's matter for a long time. After returning to court, it was as if his neck had been strangled, and his eyes were almost blinding.Even so, he came to discuss strategy with the ministers.

In the early morning of the next day, when he dragged his exhausted body to prepare for the next round of bombing by the ministers, the ministers only saluted from a distance before leaving.

Zhong Lan: "What?"

"I am His Majesty's prisoner, His Majesty asked me to help you share your worries, these things naturally fell on me." Wen Yao's voice came from behind him.

Zhong Lan pinched the corner of his sleeve and glanced away.

"Yesterday, His Majesty said that he got the prescription of black powder from there, so I built a team to figure out the use of this black powder and try to make it myself."

The recipe was an excuse made up by Zhong Lang, and the content was roughly written down by him based on his own knowledge. However, he didn't specialize in these researches, he just saw rough ones when he cleared the customs before, so to make gunpowder, you need people. Derivation and development based on clues.

"Thanks for your hard work," Zhong Lang remained calm, "Now that I know that Li Weisong is on the opposite side, I can no longer be lazy. I will really interfere with these things, you don't have to."

The smile on Wen Yao's face froze slightly.

Zhong Lan has always been able to lie down and lie down, when did he take the initiative to say such a thing.

Then who is Li Weisong?

Although he knew that the relationship between Zhong Lang and Li Weisong was antagonistic, but whenever he thought of that old enemy who hated deeply, his heart would be filled with anger.That strong bond caused the fire to burn his heart into scorched earth.

He clenched his fists: "It's all up to His Majesty."

After speaking, he lightly bowed, waved his sleeves and left.

Zhong Lang stood in place, wandering away, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, the sequelae of the previous few days had not faded, and the scene in front of him kept spinning - he walked back to the room with limp steps.

The little eunuch in Wen Yao's palace had sharp eyes and a flexible heart, and immediately rushed up to chase Wen Yao: "Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Wen Yao stopped and turned his face slightly: "How?"

"Your Majesty seems to have a headache that hasn't healed. When he returned to his room, his steps were weak. You have to go and see."

"Let's go!" Wen Yao turned around and rushed towards Zhong Lan's bedroom without hesitation, but stopped after taking a few steps.

The little eunuch was at the same place, a little puzzled: "Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

Hearing Yao Weiyan, he clenched his fists on the spot, lowered his eyelashes slightly with hurt and gloomy eyes.

Laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Will he really want me to go?"

The sequelae of headache became more and more obvious, and my brain felt sore when I fell asleep.

Zhong Lan was dreaming again.

He dreamed of the days when he had just cleared customs.

The companion asked: "Why do you look so bad?"

"This is a scam." Zhong Lang twitched the corners of his mouth feebly, wanting to say more but just shook his head, "I won't say much more. Are they doing something again these days?"

"When you say that, I haven't seen Li Weisong and the others for a long time." The companion was speechless, "It's so strange."

"Forget it, leave them alone. I'm going back to sleep."

"That's good. I'm about to start the next mission. When I come out, I may still be able to catch up with your parting wine."

"Then you have to make a quick decision."

Zhong Lan opened his eyes.

In fact, he didn't remember those days clearly, and only remembered some of the previous episodes in this dream.However, the current him doesn't know what those few words mean.

"Hiss—" he rubbed his forehead, "I still have to go to Xuantang to chant scriptures."

He got out of bed, propped himself on the edge of the bed to stand up, and suddenly looked up and saw the red corners of the clothes in the front hall.

The heart beats faster involuntarily, pumping blood to the brain faster and harder.

"Cough." He coughed comfortably, "Wen Yao?"

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