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

The journey was unbelievably smooth.After successfully escaping from Beiyanmen, the two contacted the commander of the Beiya Imperial Army.

Zhong Lan shared the assassin's speech that he had thought up earlier with the commander of the Beiya Forbidden Army, entrusted him with the token, and then passed out "weak and unable to take care of himself".

It was the next day when I woke up again, and everything was back to normal.

The eunuch moved to the bed with joy on his face: "Your Majesty, you finally woke up..."

"What about the boy?"

"Young Master Wen?" The eunuch rolled his eyes, "According to your order, no one will make things difficult for him. Why don't the servants send him here?"

"No." Zhong Lan raised his upper body, with a rare serious expression, "I have something to confirm."

Why did the identity document match the mole, but I still recognized the wrong person three years ago.

He immediately ordered people to find the soldiers who went to Nanqiong to arrest people three years ago, and learned about the exchange of identity documents under torture.And the mole on the fake's ear was done by him with a hot needle dipped in ocher paint in order to imitate Wen Yao.

Zhong Lang was shocked by this bloody misunderstanding when the eunuch knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang, Minister of Dali Temple, is here." The eunuch came in and announced, "You said earlier that if the investigation into the death of Young Master Yao did not result in results, you should investigate the palace servants beside him. Mr. Zhang said, there is indeed something wrong. Got it." After saying that, he led the palace people back.

"Your Majesty, there is indeed something strange about the death of son Yao." Dali Siqing came in with heavy steps, sighed heavily, and raised his hands above his head, "The murderer is a young eunuch who was given by Queen Nanqiong when the proton was leaving. Those given to Young Master Yao are highly trusted."

"The guard nian son Yao is favored by His Majesty, and has always tacitly allowed son Yao to enter and leave the palace. On that day, son Yao skipped class to listen to an opera outside the palace, and the murderer was the only servant he brought out of the palace. He collaborated with his accomplices in the capital to murder son Yao and killed him." Put the body in a carriage and transport it back to the palace, chisel the ice of Yuhuayuan Lake and sink it."

Zhong Lan frowned: "After three years of dormancy, did you start now?"

"Young son Yao was born after Nanqiong was dethroned, which is not tolerated by the current empress. Recently, Lord Nanqiong has been seriously ill, and it coincides with the time for the proton to return to the country. The empress is afraid that son Yao will return to the country as a legitimate son to compete with her son for the throne."

Zhong Lan held his forehead: "I understand, let's go down."

"Yes."

"Wait!" Zhong Lan suddenly turned serious, and stopped him, very serious, "You must not say anything about this matter, or I will take you as a questioner."

Minister of Dali Temple: "I would like to obey the holy order."

The little eunuch sent by Empress Nanqiong only knew that he was serving "Wen Yao" when he set off with the team, but he also mistaken the target and killed the wrong person because of the change of identity.

Even though the documents were exchanged and humiliated by fake products, the real Wen Yao remained silent.There is only one reason for doing this -

Wen Yao knew that Empress Nanqiong would not let him go back alive, he needed a scapegoat.

He has a deeper mind than the original.Three years ago, at the age of 15, he was able to use his amazing foresight, courage and endurance to pave the way to solve the situation three years later.

Subtlety and strangeness creep into Zhong Lan's heart quietly.He has long been used to everything under his control.However, he had the original script in his hand at this time, but he couldn't guess what kind of attitude and opinion Wen Yao would have towards him.

"Have you heard? That Mr. Wen is so favored. His Majesty even let him move into the side hall of Shengyun Palace. This kind of treatment is not even given by Mr. Yao."

"Isn't he the kidnapper who hijacked His Majesty last time?"

"Oh, what do you know? The last time an assassin fished in troubled waters, it was the kidnappers who protected His Majesty in times of crisis. His Majesty has a different feeling for him because of this."

"If you want me to tell you, it's not because of that face. If you grow up like the commander of the Beiya imperial army, even if you go to the King of Hades to intercept His Majesty, you won't be treated like this."

The people in the palace smelled the smell and sent things to the side hall, and they were busy and lively for a while.

After Zhong Lang and the others dispersed, he immediately sent someone to take a set of high-quality leather knee pads from the private storage, and went to Wen Yao in person.

"Don't be too pessimistic," Zhong Lan comforted himself before leaving, "I haven't treated the protons harshly in the past few years. Even though I heard that Yaocheng Mansion is deep, I don't hate me."

However, at the corner, he saw Wen Yao's personal eunuch carrying a dusty box from a distance.

Zhong Lan frowned sensitively, and stopped the little eunuch: "What is this?"

The little eunuch Wu Yong hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty, this is our young master's winter clothes. The young master misses the old days, so let the slaves put away all the old things."

Zhong Lan opened the box, and there were only two thin clothes inside, which were already very worn out.

"I have never treated the proton harshly. Every year, the Ministry of Internal Affairs allocates ready-made clothes to the proton. Why are there only such clothes?"

Wu Yong was a little hesitant, and after thinking about it, he said, "Young master Yao doesn't like my master, so he specially 'took care' of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. We haven't had new clothes for two years."

Zhong Lan's heart skipped a beat, and he casually rummaged through the clothes in the suitcase, only to find that there were still two small bottles wrapped in his clothes: "What's in this bottle?"

"This is a local recipe from the slave's hometown, and it was transferred to the master for frostbite."

Zhong Lan's voice couldn't stop rising: "He's been here all these years? Even lacking a stove and potion to warm his hands?"

"Yes. After all, no one in the palace can disobey Young Master Yao, and our Young Master also knows that no one will stand up for us..."

Suddenly, the voice of the young man who had just passed the voice change period came from the door, harsh and short: "Wu Yong."

The little eunuch was startled, and immediately fell silent.

Zhong Lan turned around and found that Wen Yao was holding on to the door frame, looking at him expressionlessly.The clothes on his body are also old, but if you look carefully, you can find that they have been washed and faded.Although his body shape is like an adult's, his shoulders are slightly thin like a teenager's, straight and hard.

Wen Yao's eyes flickered, and he rarely avoided Zhong Lan's gaze: "Thank you Your Majesty for your forgiveness and reward."

This is undoubtedly a kind of alienated rejection.

Zhong Lan glanced from the wooden hairpin on his head to the linen shoes on his feet, and finally realized how difficult his task was.

The real male protagonist, Wen Yao, spent three years in his own harem, a pitiful life where no one loved him, and he always provided protection for those who bullied him.

No wonder he didn't even expect to defend himself when he was slandered as a murderer that day.These three years have already chilled his heart, so that he has no hope that he will be treated fairly.

"..."

Countless words flowed down Zhong Lan's throat, and they were all swallowed in the end.

At night, Zhong Lan returned to Shengyun Hall, sitting alone in front of the desk, with a dazed expression, talking to himself non-stop.

"Is he the same as the original book, does he have a grudge against me?"

"Then what have I been doing for the past three years?"

Zhong Lan inexplicably thought of the feeling of suffocation when he was not involved in the infinite flow many years ago and was still a student, and his summer homework was torn apart by relatives' brats flushing the toilet the day before school started.

"no!"

Zhong Lan suddenly opened his eyes, kicked away the brocade quilt, and stood up in almost panic.

At night, he tossed and turned sleeplessly, and finally fell asleep, but what he saw before him was that he would not be able to rest until death.

He dreamed that he had gray hair, wrinkled hands, and stood on the top of the imperial city, and he was still muttering: "I have finally lived a busy, fulfilling and meaningful life."

He was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold in the dream, and he woke up on his own initiative.

The little eunuch on guard at night asked outside the door: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Zhong Lan stared out of the window in a daze.The first month is half bright and half dark, the branches are empty, and the cold wind is mixed with whistling.

"Walk with me."

Zhong Lan wore a not-so-thick coat and was strolling along the corridor. Suddenly, the red ribbons hanging on both sides glared into his eyes, like the decorations on the castle tower in a dream.

"Why did you suddenly hang the red ribbon?"

The little eunuch walked beside him holding the palace lantern: "Your Majesty, on the first day of the twelfth lunar month today, there will be a red lantern banquet as usual. After you ascended the throne, you ordered everything to be kept simple, so the palace people just hung the red ribbons."

"..." Zhong Lan pursed his lips and turned his head to look elsewhere.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

"what is that?"

A thick layer of ice formed on the surface of the lake behind the Imperial Garden.A few sporadic fires flickered on the corners of the ice surface, hidden and faint, perfectly hidden in the half-bright sunset and withered grass.

The little eunuch looked at the color, and immediately said: "I'll go and put it out immediately. Someone in the palace who doesn't have eyes lit a fire."

"and many more!"

Zhong Lan's gaze seemed to be glued to the little fire, and he strode along the frosted path to the lake regardless of his surroundings.

It was a red light with a candle still burning.

If the surface of the lake is not frozen, it can drift in the palace along the channel connected to the lake, circle the palace city, and finally be stopped by the drainage net.Perhaps in this hidden corner, it will not be discovered throughout the winter, and when the ice and snow melt in spring, it will continue the unfinished winter dream.

"Ah, which family puts the red lanterns in the water? We can't find a river without ice in the northern border." The little eunuch tutted, "In the south, it seems that their red lantern feast is around the water. of."

Zhong Lan's thoughts moved slightly: "Do you know what is the custom of the red lantern banquet in Nanqiong?"

The little eunuch tilted his head and thought: "There are two kinds of red lights in Nanqiong, one is to pray for a good harvest, and people hang red ribbons and change red lampshades just like Xin Guo; A lamp made of oil paper. They write love words on the lamp and let it go with the water. According to legend, if the lamp floats in front of the new master's door, the other party will receive a wish. Then put a red lantern in front of the lamp owner's door to respond."

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his mouth.

Isn't that the one who came from Nanqiong in this palace?

"I know the owner of this red lantern." Zhong Lan's frowning brows suddenly parted, he picked up the red lantern with a smile on his face, and blew out the candle inside, "Young man Huaichun, it's normal."

He suddenly thought of the wooden hairpin that Yao was carrying when he wanted to escape, and he was sure of it.

Since there is no identity exchange or assassination in the original book, it is normal for Wen Yao to have a secret crush that appears out of thin air.

Zhong Lan inspected the lamp carefully, only seeing a line of very neat small characters.

"If it's a dream, don't dare to wake up."

He felt a little regretful, and couldn't see the boy Huaichun's object.

After half a stick of incense, Zhong Lan sat in the front hall of the side hall.What's interesting and subtle is that at this point, Wen Yao didn't sleep.

All the palace people retreated outside the door, and there was only a young man with a straight back sitting opposite him.

"Your Majesty came to this point and said that he wanted to make a deal with the minister. But the minister couldn't think of anything that His Majesty could ask for."

"You will."

Wen Yao's expression froze inadvertently, and he raised his eyes to see Zhong Lan holding the cup and blowing away the tea mist with his lowered eyes.

Zhong Lan put down his teacup, smiling eyes: "Do you have a sweetheart?"

Wen Yao stood up abruptly.

Zhong Lan made a gesture of calmness, but his tone became more gentle: "Is it from Xin Guo Palace?"

For some reason, he found that the defense and tension on the boy's face in front of him faded away like a tide.

Wen Yao sat back slowly and nodded.

Zhong Lan raised the corners of his mouth: "She is a beauty. Can you tell me?"

Wen Yao raised his eyes sensitively and glanced at his face.After avoiding his eyes, he replied lightly: "She is a beauty. But I don't want to say it."

"It's okay, you don't need to talk about it." Zhong Lang put down his teacup, "If you go back to Nanqiong, will it be difficult to see her again?"

Wen Yao nodded again.

Zhong Lan had a sure-fire smile on his face.

He couldn't attack the male lead in another month, but a certain little girl in the palace could already.

All he wanted was an idle life for the rest of his life.If the strategy fails, there are other ways.

"If you can become a hero one day, I will accept her as a righteous daughter and give her the most beautiful dowry. From now on, the Xin Kingdom royal family will be your in-laws."

Wen Yao's pupils constricted in shock.

Zhong Lan asked with a smile: "How?"

The author has something to say:

in law.

Zhong Lan: Father-in-law.

Wen Yao: Wife.