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

Wen Yao heard that Zhong Lan had woken up, and immediately walked over the screen: "Your Majesty, how are you?"

After having the dream, the headache stopped, but Zhong Lang glanced away and coughed, showing a bit of weakness on his face.

"Lie down quickly," Wen Yao walked quickly to his bed, supported Zhong Lang to lie flat, and tucked the quilt for him, "I will take care of everything for His Majesty in the next few days, don't worry."

Zhong Lan closed his eyes, but within a few breaths, he opened them slightly again.

The beauty was cooling the tonic on the bedside for him, with her face slightly sideways, her expression demure.His eyelashes are very long, like crow's feathers, and the warm water vapor curls from the medicine bowl and interweaves between the eyelashes, making his eyes full of amorous moisture.The stunning face is covered with a layer of white filter.

Although he knew that Wen Yao's nature was by no means as gentle as it seemed at this time, a subtle longing grew in Zhong Lan's heart.

"Don't sleep yet, drink the tranquilizing medicine first." Wen Yao turned his head suddenly.

Zhong Lan hastily closed his eyes.

Did he catch me peeping?

Wen Yao didn't speak, one hand supported the back of his head, and the other hand brought the medicine bowl to his mouth.

"Good, open your mouth."

Zhong Lan opened his eyes lightly, pressed his thin lips against the edge of the bowl, and the sour and bitter medicine flowed down his lips into his throat, causing him to raise his eyebrows involuntarily.

Wen Yao wiped the concoction from the corners of his mouth with a towel, and through a thin layer of cloth, the coolness of his fingers spread to Zhong Lan's lips.

A plum was stuffed between his lips, and the fingers holding the plum were also warm and soft, deftly but inadvertently disturbing a startling dream.

The head is put down.

The door closed softly.

Zhong Lan lay on his back, opened his eyes abruptly, his face suddenly became hot.

"Zhong Lan, what are you thinking?"

Wen Yao was in the former dynasty for three days.Zhong Lan's illness "has never recovered." Although he did not fully attack, his headache would never go away like a tarsal maggot, and sometimes he couldn't let go of the gunpowder process, and would "drag his sick body" to communicate with the newly established pill. The pharmacy will analyze the composition of the sample together.

Wen Yao felt sorry for him, and made a plan with Li Quan, and brought Abbot Xuan Tang from Qingci Temple to sing scriptures for Zhong Lan to relieve his headache.

"Please master." Wen Yao nodded lightly.

Xuan Tang stood inside the door, sized him up from head to toe with his slender eyes, and nodded reservedly.The door snapped, shutting everyone else out.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhong Lan carp, who was sick on the bed, straightened up, got out of bed and held Xuan Tang's hands: "You are finally here, I have many things to discuss with you."

"..."

Zhong Lan: "Sit down quickly, I will speak slowly."

The blue veins on Xuan Tang's forehead twitched wildly: "I was wondering before, no matter what your illness is, your illness will definitely subside in five days. I was worried that your illness would get worse. So you are playing Sister Lin?"

"In this way, I can sleep for nine hours every day with peace of mind and don't have to face Wen Yao."

"What? That kid wants to seize power?"

"No." The words in Zhong Lan's throat rolled over, faltering, "between me and him..."

He talked about it.

When he finally said "Perhaps, it's good to try", Xuan Tang crushed the beads on the plate with a click.

"Are you crazy?" Xuan Tang's voice trembled, "Have you ever thought that if the plot line is revised later, then Wen Yao will be fatal to you!"

Zhong Lan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said "Oh".

"Which world's big boss is not fatal to the tasker?" He said, "Is this a problem for me?"

Xuan Tang: "..."

He suddenly remembered Zhong Lang's famous experience.

Many years ago, everyone in Infinite Players knew the name Zhong Lan, but only a handful of people knew his appearance.Zhong Lang's brutality was praised by everyone, but no one knew exactly what Zhong Lang did.

According to Zhong Lang's own description later, he actually didn't want to work hard to break through.

"If there is a thigh hug, you can pass the water by paddling, then why do I have to spend so much effort." Zhong Lan said truthfully.

Therefore, every time he enters the small world, the taskers in the same group don't even know that he is the famous number one, but think that he is a vase that relies on his face.

However, during the game, teammates will be surprised to find that all kinds of dangerous levels are inexplicably cleared by themselves, which is extremely easy.

According to Zhong Lan's description, he passed the test very painfully: "I don't have any thighs to hug. If they find out the clues, the flowers will all wither. Why am I so miserable that I have to tow the aircraft carrier by myself."

Mission after mission, without exception.

Zhong Lang wanted to paddle from the very beginning, but he never got it right.

Once, the tasker finally found out that the big boss of that small world turned out to be a cow cat like an ornament outside the safe house.They were nervously preparing to resist the runaway and transformed cow cat, only to find that the hideous cat, which had become as big as the house, rubbed its basketball-sized nose against a hand without dignity.

And the owner of that hand is the "vase" who has been walking and paddling near the safe house.

Zhong Lan has always had a way of subduing bosses.

Xuan Tang stayed where he was, and it took him a long time to reply: "If you want to do it, do it."

"You are so caring today?"

Xuan Tang was expressionless: "The big deal is that next time the poor monk will not recite the lotus flower for the benefactor, but the great compassion mantra for salvation."

Zhong Lan: "..."

Xuan Tang knocked the wooden fish expressionlessly.

Zhong Lan sat on the spot, as if talking to himself: "Then...try first?"

It was dark, and the candles in the house were flickering.

Wen Yao was still dealing with government affairs when there was a knock on the door.

Wu Yong pushed the door open and came in: "Your Highness, Your Majesty asked you to go to bed early. If you haven't finished processing, you can leave it to him tomorrow."

Wen Yao crouched in the air holding the pen.The broken hair in front of the forehead is scattered at the end of the eyes, half covering the tiredness and vigilance.He suddenly laughed at himself.

"Since when has His Majesty been so caring, asking for a job?"

Wu Yong was dumbfounded.

Wen Yao folded his hands under his chin, pondered for a long time, and suddenly smiled helplessly and self-deprecatingly.He spread the memorial on the table and got up calmly.

"Forget it, he is afraid that Gu will control the government for too long and will take him out of the picture. He doesn't trust Gu, and Gu knows."

Wu Yong whispered: "But the slave thinks that His Majesty doesn't mean that. His Majesty also said that His Highness will come to the study room tomorrow, and wants to correct it hand in hand with you."

Wen Yao's turn stopped halfway.

The seeds of wishful thinking in the heart finally found a breakthrough in the thick soil, and thrived in the direction of the sun and rain.The root system spread, piercing the soil in his heart, breaking open more space.

However, the smile on his face disappeared before it was fully revealed.

After all, the thick soil cast a final layer of resistance on the seeds.

His voice was light and weak: "Gu knows."

"Your Majesty also said..."

Wen Yao's ears immediately stood up, but his fists were clenched.Breathing is slow and difficult.

"He'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

It was night, and there were sleepless people inside and outside the bedroom.

Xuan Tang chanted scriptures while knocking on the wooden fish.Inside the house, although Zhong Lan didn't have a headache, his hands and feet felt powerless.

Outside the house, the sound of chanting is through the window, faint and holy.

The candlelight fluttered in the wind, casting a lightly shadow on the window.A slender and well-proportioned neck protrudes from the collar, hanging gracefully and leisurely.

Wen Yao could no longer suppress the frivolity and desire in his eyes, the cuteness and refinement he had put on these days was broken by the aggression of his nature.He stared at the silhouette, licked his upper lip, and muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty, is this your sincerity?"

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of White Dwarf; 8 bottles of Yan Tangtang; 1 bottle of Xinghuang~