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

"I know myself well, and I have no intention of competing. In troubled times, you have to keep your cards, don't you?" Zhong Lang added, "I like you."

Perhaps this is the charm of Zhong Lan.If other monarchs say such things, they will be ridiculed.However, the same words are like a spell cast by Zhong Lan, full of transparency and frankness, making people believe that this must come from wisdom and emptiness.

Wen Yao looked at Zhong Lan, who was propping his chin and looking at him with a slight smile.When he caught Wen Yao's gaze, Zhong Lan raised the teacup in his hand, as if greeting him lazily and calmly, convinced that the young man would connect with him.

It was dark outside.The cold wind blows along the cracks of the window, blowing the candles to falter.

Wen Yao almost subconsciously asked, "Is Your Majesty only interested in the minister?"

"Of course." Zhong Lang didn't take the uncontrollable trembling in the young man's words to heart, "From now on, I will only bet on you. And you also have something to ask of me. You want your sweetheart to have a Noble birth, isn't it?"

Sure enough, the young man fell into his trap like a lamb: "No matter who he is, can he be married to the minister?"

Zhong Lang thought for a while: "If you can ensure that the two of you are happy, I will follow you."

Wen Yao Zheng nodded: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me this opportunity."

He got up and made a big salute to Zhong Lan.After the boy got up, he looked at Zhong Lan completely differently, those cautions and precautions seemed to be reduced to ashes in a few words.Previously, he was cautious and refused to accept Zhong Lang's kindness, but now he has enough reasons.

His changes were seen by Zhong Lan, who left contentedly.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, Zhong Lan suddenly felt a gaze like a poisonous snake, climbing all the way from his ankles to his shoulders, along his collar, and along his neck, sticky, cold and extremely lingering.

He suddenly turned his head and found that there was no one around.With a modest and gentle smile, Wen Yao folded his hands in front of him upright, watching him go.

Zhong Lan turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the spirit has been tense for too long today.He hasn't been nervous for a long time, and today's ups and downs are enough to make people nervous.

But fortunately, everything has finally been settled.

Wen Yao stood where he was, with a kind smile tattooed on his face. After Zhong Lan walked away, the smile gradually deepened.His throat squeezed out a light and crackling sound in the extremely suppressed ecstasy.

"Your Majesty, it's you."

In the morning of the next day, Erzhang couldn't figure it out when the chief eunuch entered the palace to work.

Zhong Lang lay on the couch and reopened his retirement plan book: "Li Quan, is there any jewelry made of bodhi wood in our palace?"

"Four or five years ago, a Taoist priest presented a rare piece of Bodhi wood struck by lightning. You once had a migraine and asked people to use it as a pillow and a hairpin to ward off evil spirits and sleep peacefully." If it’s inferior to the imperial standard, someone might look at it and take it as a pity.”

"Go and check."

"Yes."

It happened that Mr. Wen received a summons to play chess with Zhong Lan.

Seeing him stepping into the door, Zhong Lan stretched out his hand to him warmly: "Sit down quickly."

Wen Yao even stretched out his hand, allowing Zhong Lan to hold his hand, and obediently sat across from him.

Li Quan looked at Wen Yao coming in with a puzzled face.

Heck.

A few days ago, I wanted to avoid Zhong Lan, but why did I change my temper overnight.

He went out, delirious and muttering.

There were only the two of them left in the house.

Zhong Lan took a chessboard from the side, and Wen Yao's eyes were glued to his side face all the time. When he turned around, the back of his ears ran down his neck, his skin was white and his muscles were well-proportioned.

Wen Yao unconsciously leaned closer to his upper body...

The little eunuch knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, Mr. Hengze is visiting."

Wen Yao's brows twitched, and killing intent flashed unconsciously in his eyes.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Mr. Hengze saluted perfunctorily, but he caught a glimpse of Wen Yao, "Brother Huang really has a good eye. The new love is much more handsome than the old love, and I might be able to compete with the elite of the capital."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Wen Yao and Zhong Lan became subtle.

The only one who dared to speak like this in front of Zhong Lang was Heng Zegong.

Although Zhong Lan was wearing it, it also replaced all the identity information of the original owner.This Mr. Hengze is the younger brother of the original owner and his mother, and he is quite ambitious.

In the original book, Xin Guojun was extravagant, extremely simple-minded, and killed countless loyal ministers by mistake, but he insisted on seeing Heng Zegong's disobedience as a true temperament, and even gave him the military power.Later, Duke Hengze succeeded in seizing the throne, but instead of killing Lord Xin, he kept him in a pigsty.When the male protagonist was at the foot of Xin Guo in the Southern and Northern Wars, he opened the city gate, tied up the former Xin Guojun who had humiliated the male protagonist like a pig, and offered it to the male protagonist to vent his anger, in exchange for a way out for himself.

Mr. Hengze ignored the unkind eyes of the two, smiled perfunctorily and bowed: "It's my brother who made a slip of the tongue. I came here today to plead guilty to your majesty for improper supervision and allowing assassins to get in. My brother actually said something inappropriate, please punish me. "

Rumor has it that Mr. Hengze is Xin Guojun's only sibling, and no matter what he does, Xin Guojun will only look towards him.Later, when Lord Hengze won the military power, even if Mr. Xin came to his senses, it was too late and he could only follow him.

Many years ago, Mr. Hengze had a conflict with a veteran of the three dynasties and set the old man's beard on fire. Xin Guojun even praised his younger brother for the accuracy of the fire.

Compared with this, comparing the newly favored proton with Qingguan Huakui and slapping Zhonglan in the face is simply a trivial matter.

Just when the two people in the room thought that this "casual" quarrel was about to be overturned by Wen Yao's patience, Zhong Lan took the tea without haste and said very naturally:

"Now that you know you made a mistake, then apologize."

Mr. Heng Ze widened his eyes in surprise, as if he couldn't believe his ears: "Brother Huang, what did you say?"

Zhong Lan leisurely took the lid of the cup and put aside the tea leaves, lowered his head and took a sip: "I dote on him, what are you implying when you compare him with people from the dusty land?"

Mr. Hengze smiled but didn't smile: "My younger brother dare not."

"But I can hear that." Zhong Lan put down his cup, "Of course, I know you are a good brother, this is just a slip of the tongue."

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty..."

"You are my younger brother, how can I blame you?" Zhong Lan changed the topic, and smiled, "I should apologize to Mr. Wen."

Mr. Hengze turned to Wen Yao angrily as if he had suffered a great humiliation, and gritted his teeth: "Mr. Wen, please forgive me."

Wen Yao smiled: "Mr. Hengze is polite."

Mr. Hengze's face was gloomy.In the three years since Zhong Lan replaced the original owner, he was in the fiefdom and rarely went to Beijing. He never expected that Xin Guojun would change his temper.He was used to being arrogant since he was a child, but now he bowed his head and apologized to a proton sent by a small border country, how could this be tolerated?

He was so angry that he immediately resigned, waved his sleeves and walked away.

Soon the eunuch came in with a suppressed smile and reported that Mr. Hengze was angry when he got into the carriage, but he fell in the air.

"Alas," Zhong Lan held onto his teacup and blew lightly, hot air wrapped around his eyelashes, "Young man, don't hold your breath."

Heng Anhou sat on the carriage, blowing his nose and staring with anger.

Coincidentally, a man in black came to report at this time: "Your Highness, just finished counting. We lost 21 masters in this 'rescue'. This time, all the core masters died, and I'm afraid their vitality will be seriously injured. "

"You can recruit as much as you lose," Heng Zegong said viciously, "I can't take this tone anymore, I have to act as soon as possible."

But the man in black hesitated: "Your Highness, I'm afraid it won't work..."

"Why not?"

"Nowadays all countries are resorting to militarism to recruit masters. But masters are scarce and there is no market for them. This year's quotation is three times that of last year. The 21 people who lost this time are all famous people. If you want to add people of the same level, I'm afraid it will cost the entire year's taxes for the resident. This year's harvest has been poor, and the money you borrowed from the commercial bank has not been repaid."

Only then did Mr. Hengze suppress the surging qi and blood, when he was suddenly lifted up again, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his internal organs.

After a long time, he tightly held the armrest with both hands, and changed the subject: "How can such a young thing kill 21 masters?"

"Could it be His Majesty personally..."

"Impossible! My elder brother has an embroidery bag. Walking from Shengyun Palace to Beiyan Gate can kill half of his life. It is absolutely impossible for him to know martial arts." Heng Anhou waved his hand and said disdainfully, "This kid even Beheading 21 people, what level is this?"

The man in black pondered: "It has never happened before. Grandmaster Lian Yishi and the three masters even thought it a good talk."

"If this person can't be used by the king... no, he doesn't need to be used by the king." Hou Heng An thought of the humiliation just now, his hands burst out with veins, "I killed him directly while he was young."

"But we won't be able to recruit talented people in the short term."

Mr. Hengze smiled distortedly, with a fierce look in his eyes: "There is internal strife in the southern vault, the elite troops were defeated by the political struggle, and escaped on the way to exile. Many parties are eyeing them and want to take them for their own use. Now, they happen to be hiding in the country of Xin , this king is close to the water."

"First kill that kid, and then let my dear brother taste what it's like to be under the fence."

The end of the new year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder. It seems that taking a breath outside can freeze half of your lungs.

Wu Yong carried the basket and passed the gate of the palace with a token, but was stopped by an acquaintance.

It was the other proton's personal eunuch who stopped him.He was a little puzzled: "Your son is loved so much now. The regular purchases can be handed over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, why does he let you go out to buy them?"

Wu Yong snorted: "Don't ask if you shouldn't. I didn't see how much you cared about my young master before."

The little eunuch's face froze, he turned around and left cursing.

Wu Yong rolled his eyes and left the palace arrogantly.

The capital is covered with snow.Wu Yong turned left and right in the alleyway, and finally walked into a courtyard.

The wooden door is ajar, showing that the owner is receiving visitors.

Wu Yong withdrew his hand from pushing the door, turned to the corner and imitated crow calls twice.

A man walked out of the back door. When he saw Wu Yong, he was very pleasantly surprised: "You are finally here. Is Your Highness safe?"

"Your Highness is a blessing in disguise, general, please rest assured." Wu Yong opened the basket and took out a package from it, "Your Highness is afraid that the generals will be in short supply, so let me send some money."

"Thank you Your Highness for us. We are sorry for him. Not only did we fail to protect the empress, but we also let him come to Xin to be humiliated. In the end, we even lost the foundation of our family. It is really ashamed that we have to help him." The man took the small bag of silver. , his eyes suddenly darkened.

Wu Yong comforted him a few words, then suddenly asked softly: "General, is there anyone in the room?"

The man was helpless: "It's from Mr. Hengze. They didn't know about the exchange of His Highness's status. They thought that we had lost the hope of seizing the heir, and wanted us to work hard for him. We won the glory of the past in the country of Xin. We don't want to go into this muddy water, and we want to say no."

Take the place!

Wu Yong was shocked: "Wait!"

The man was surprised: "Why?"

Wu Yong faltered: "General, please drag the people in the room first. I will go into the palace and ask His Highness what he means, and let His Highness explain it to you in detail."

Wen Yao's mother was originally a noble daughter, and her family has been in charge of the Qi family, the most famous Frost Lion Army in Nanqiong for generations.However, when she lost power in the palace, her natal family also suffered in the political struggle, unable to protect her and Wen Yao.

In the past few years, the family has been even weaker in political struggles, and was eventually exiled by the whole family.Wen Yao's uncles couldn't swallow this breath, and fled on the way to exile.After much deliberation, they chose to come to Xin Country because they couldn't let go of their younger sister's son, and they also took a fancy to Wen Yao's status as the first son.

When the uncle's family first came to the country of Xin, things were difficult.So many aliens who don't understand the accent and folk customs are unavoidably eye-catching in the capital.Wen Yao contacted them in time, reminded and helped them step by step, and helped them integrate into the environment smoothly.Although he is only in his teens, with his excellent vision and decision-making ability, he secretly grasps the actual right to speak of this force.

When Wen Yao heard that Mr. Hengze planned to hire his uncles to kill him, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The slender fingers with well-defined joints folded the reply letter and handed it to Wu Yong: "Uncles will know what to do when they see the letter."

Mr. Hengze was waiting for an answer in the mansion.

Sure enough, the men sent to negotiate came back with good news.

"Your Highness, they agreed!"

Mr. Hengze was overjoyed and slapped the table: "Very good!"

The military adviser also flattered him again and again: "As long as the proton dies, no amount of protection around Mr. Xin will be able to withstand our offensive. Your Highness will take the throne just around the corner."

Mr. Heng Ze sneered: "I have waited too late. I, Xin Guo, is a martial artist, how can I let that waste take over the throne and rule the country with the benevolence of a woman."

However, the subordinates who came to report showed embarrassment: "They said that His Highness needs to pay a deposit first."

Heng Zegong waved: "Pay! Pay as much as you want!"

The subordinates quoted a price that made everyone in the hall gasp.

Mr. Hengze has been tightening his belt recently, and this knife will make him lose a lot of meat.But thinking of the faces of Wen Yao and Zhong Lan, he gritted his teeth and lavishly asked people to go directly to the warehouse to withdraw money.

At this moment, a servant came in with a letter: "Your Highness, someone knocked on the door just now, saying that the price was wrongly reported earlier, and it will not be counted. The letter shall prevail."

Heng Zegong shivered and glanced at the envelope.When he opened the letter, he always felt that the words were not written roughly by those martial arts masters, but as soon as he saw the words clearly, he immediately became anxious and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Double it again... why don't you grab it!"