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

The fourth step is kissing, what about the fifth step?

Zhong Lan's face seemed to be on fire.Suddenly cruel, he took a deep breath and pulled Wen Yao's collar, gritting his teeth next to his ear: "What are you thinking?"

Wen Yao was slightly taken aback, feeling the heat blowing on his earlobe.

Zhong Lan said softly: "I didn't make things difficult for myself. Don't worry, huh?"

Wen Yao's eye sockets turned red at a visible speed.He pursed his lips tightly, eyes half drooping, and slowly approached Zhong Lan.The latter looked back at him as usual, his eyes gradually fluctuated.

Suddenly, Wen Yao grabbed Zhong Lan's waist with one hand and turned him over.

"Uuuuuu-"

This task is too fast!

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the closed door.

The two people on the couch paused at the same time and looked at each other. Although their clothes were intact, they still breathed so slowly when looking at each other's emotional cheeks and messy hair.

Even so, it's a good look.

Both felt the same feeling in their hearts at the same time.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The people outside the door didn't get a response, obviously a little impatient.

The eyes of the two seemed to be glued to each other, and they couldn't move away.When he spoke, his voice was low and sticky, as if he was taking a mouthful of extremely soft sugar water, so sweet that it was about to overflow.

"Open the door?" Wen Yao had Zhong Lan's earlobe in his mouth.

"If you don't open the door, everyone will know what we are doing." Zhong Lan's eyes were blushing.

Boom! ! !

The people outside the door shouted: "Your Majesty! Your headache!"

The loud noise was like a bucket of ice water poured on the bell from top to bottom, splashing him awake at once!

Oops, I forgot what I told Xuan Tang last night!

Zhong Lang thought that the progress of the two of them reached the second step at most today, and they hadn't even crossed the threshold of ambiguity, so he asked Xuan Tang to knock on the door in the morning when the two were busy with government affairs, and came to assist.

The method of assisting was Xuan Tang's own idea, and the method is extremely simple: Zhong Lan's headache has sequelae, and he needs to use incense ash to smear the entire back of the neck along the spine all the way down.

Xuan Tang only needs to mention it, and I believe Wen Yao will be happy to volunteer to help.

At this time, Xuan Tang held the incense ash basin expressionlessly, his eyes were like dead fish.

He feels his assists are worthless.

No, there is still value.For example, at this time, when Wen Yao heard that he needed help applying incense ash, his eyes lit up even more.

"Don't apply too thickly." Xuan Tang instructed him, "It's better to apply a thin layer so that the skin can be seen."

He didn't care about Zhong Lan's begging eyes for help, he handed the basin to Wen Yao, and slipped away without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, please apply the incense ash for you first."

Zhong Lan looked embarrassed.

It's still different.

When applying incense ash, he can't move around.The incense ash was spread very thinly, and the temperature of his fingertips was completely against his back.

If the progress is slow, this is a good time to be ambiguous; but if the progress is fast, it will undoubtedly be a torture.

"Leave the incense ash alone..."

Wen Yao Zhengse: "It's important to have a headache."

Zhong Lan: "..."

Zhong Lan supported the table, gritted his teeth, a burst of uncontrollable anger in his dantian sandwiched his "kind greetings" to yesterday's self and Xuan Tang, making his mind more and more dizzy.

In December, the incense ash was painted, but it showed the posture of rolling in the field in June, and the cold sweat mixed with the dust dripped down in a stream.

Wen Yao is behind him: "Your Majesty. Do you know that I like you?"

"know."

Wen Yao: "Then can you give me a little liking?"

"A little bit? No."

Wen Yao smeared for a moment.

Zhong Lang gasped because it was difficult to suppress his emotions: "I'm not giving you alms. I only have this little affection, so take it if you want."

The stopped hand on the back trembled slightly.After a long time, he said lightly, "It's finished."

Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had lost his strength.Wen Yao straightened his clothes for him, then picked him up and placed him on the couch by the window.

Zhong Lan: "?"

What are you doing here?

Wen Yao gentlemanly covered him with a thin blanket, and then said solemnly: "I forgot, the sequelae of the headache have not gone away, try to rest more and less toss."

"..."

No, it is not.

Wen Yao: "Your Majesty, don't worry, leave all government affairs to me."

He bit his lower lip restrainedly, and after sitting back at the desk, he picked up his pen and began to work.

Zhong Lan who was still not calm: "..."

His voice was unbearably hoarse.

"Stupid as hell."

Under Zhong Lan's strong protest, Xuan Tang had no choice but to announce that his headache was no longer serious.However, he was too lazy to go back to Qingci Temple, so he stayed in the palace.

It seems that the development that Zhong Lan expected is not far away.Wen Yao's various contacts would make him blush and his heart beat, and he felt that there was something wrong with his body at first.Later, when I asked Xuan Tang, the latter was speechless: "The donor's ability to clear customs is top-notch, but emotionally, he hasn't left Novice Village yet. This is the reaction of your passionate love."

Zhong Lang became more and more nervous.There may be more head-scratching things to come after that.

However, a major event happened recently, which made everyone's spirits suddenly focus:

Yan State annexed half of its vassal states, and then forced the people of those vassal states to work for arms.

As soon as the news came out, the world was extremely nervous.Zhong Lang took on the government affairs again, while Wen Yao devoted himself to working with the composition team that invented gunpowder.

Both of them got back to business for a while.

In the midst of panic, the twelfth lunar month is approaching.

Everyone's nerves were a little relaxed, and some banquets and activities eased the tense atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, will this year's Red Lantern Banquet still be held?"

Zhong Lan remembered that three or four years ago, he ordered everything to be kept simple because he was too lazy to take care of it.Now that the Nanxin two have just merged, people are nervous, and the red light banquet is indeed a good opportunity to relax.

"Let's do it."

However, there were differences in the original customs of Xin and Nanqiong.Zhong Lan gave the order that all the activities of the two countries were reserved, and there was a hodgepodge.

As a result, the Qingshui River in the city was filled with mighty red lights just like Nanqiong used to be.Even the small river in the palace was amnesty and became a place for red light rafting.

Many people from Nanqiong taught Xin Guolai's friends how to origami red lanterns.

Zhong Lan leaned against the pavilion, watching the red light drifting under the gorgeous and clear sky.His fingertips were twisting a thin piece of red oil paper, as if he was recalling something.

Suddenly, a little red lantern swam up to him and was caught by a piece of driftwood on the bank.

Guided by fate, Zhong Lang walked to the shore and bent down to pick it up.

He whispered the words on the red light: "If you are a dream, don't dare to wake up."

It sounds familiar.

This is not... Zhong Lan suddenly opened his eyes wide.Three years ago in Xinguo Palace, he accidentally found the red light on the ice in his mind.At that time, it was because of the red light that he thought that Wen Yao fell in love with a certain palace man.

So, what he liked back then was already...

Suddenly, a mature man's heavy breathing came from behind.A pair of hands wrapped around his thin waist without knowing when.

"Your Majesty, it's really fate."

Zhong Lan held the red light, feeling the bondage brought by the owner of the red light behind him.

Wen Yao leaned into his ear: "Your Majesty saw my red light back then and came to tell me that if I have the ability to be a hero one day, I can make the decision to let the person I have a crush on marry Yuchen."

Zhong Lan's brain thumped, and only after realizing what he meant back then, his face turned red.

Wen Yao was in his ear, his voice was so soft that it seemed to be asking in his heart.

"Is it still counting?"

The author has something to say: It's so sleepy and short, I'll add another chapter from time to time at night.