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

Zhong Lang was admiring the plum blossoms in the imperial garden, when he walked by the familiar bridge and suddenly heard the sound of bows and arrows piercing the air.

Li Quan explained: "Your Majesty, it is Mr. Wen who is practicing martial arts."

Reading, martial arts, these teachers raised in the palace were originally prepared for the previous one, but in the past three years, Zhong Lan has never heard the sound of learning in the palace, and today is the first time.

Wen Yao paid attention to the scene outside the courtyard, immediately put down the bow in his hand and walked out: "Your Majesty."

"How is the teacher?"

The weather was cold, but Wen Yao was only wearing unlined clothing, and sweat flowed down his neck into his collarbone.He stared at Zhong Lan, gentle and sincere: "The teacher is very good. I come to practice every day. After all, it is His Majesty's kindness, and I will not let you down."

Zhong Lan almost burst into tears.Although Wen Yao hadn't become a hero yet, he was so reliable that Zhong Lan even had the illusion of retiring early.

From now on, nothing can bother him!

"Your Majesty, Mr. Hengze is visiting."

Zhong Lan: "..."

annoying.

"Your Majesty, can I go with you?"

The young man smiled brightly. He had just finished exercising and the red color on his neck hadn't faded.He doesn't look like a martial artist, he seems to be the handsome and well-educated youngest son raised by a rich businessman in the capital, and he will collect handkerchiefs from the young ladies in the capital when he walks on the street.

Zhong Lan's upset turned into ice the moment he saw Wen Yao's eyes, and he never stirred again.

His heartbeat was slightly wrong, and he stretched out his hand: "Of course."

The boy held his hand, and the corners of his eyes were even more curved.

Mr. Hengze came here for something like a celebration.

Xin Guo has always been militaristic, and when he wins a battle, he will hold a grand celebration ceremony.After Heng Anhou gained military power, this matter fell on his shoulders.

While Zhong Lan was listening, his mind wandered away.

The celebration ceremony was brought forward.

The event was moved up a month.In the dark, some small mistakes rolled up the gears, making the plot line change more and more.

Wen Yao caught his uneasy mood: "Your Majesty?"

"It's okay. I'm just a little distracted." Zhong Lang smiled lightly, and patted his hand on the coffee table to comfort him.

Mr. Hengze stood under the stage and was regarded as air.He rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and was about to "ask" Zhong Lang for some advice.

However, the two people in the hall didn't seem to see him standing below.

Wen Yao continued to be concerned: "Your Majesty, you are not in good spirits recently, should the celebration ceremony be postponed?"

Zhong Lan smiled lovingly: "It's okay. I haven't reached this level yet."

Mr. Heng Ze gritted his teeth: "Ahem, Your Majesty, about the celebration ceremony..."

Zhong Lan's tone changed, and he waved his hand as if he was having a headache: "You've prepared well, so let's do this. Go on."

Heng Zegong: "..."

Mad!

He went out of the palace angrily, sat on the carriage, twisted his thighs, blew his beard and stared: "This little white face is even more difficult to deal with than the last one. Is this a joint effort to show favor to the king?"

The deputy hurriedly comforted him: "Your Highness calm down, the overall situation is the most important thing. Now that we have masters, and the great opportunity of the celebration ceremony, I believe that the power of Xin Kingdom will be handed over to you in the near future. With your bravery, It will definitely pull Xin Guo out of such a weak state of governance."

The anger in Heng Zegong's heart seemed to be diluted by the cold wind.He sneered while sitting in the carriage.

At the celebration ceremony, there was a good show to watch.

Three days later, the celebration ceremony was held on the outskirts of the capital on time.Snow-capped, lifeless, the top of the mountain not far away is covered with a thin snow coat.

The princes and nobles sat in the stands, and several layers of thick gauze curtains were blown like a group of demons dancing wildly.On both sides of the stand are envoys sent by the dependent countries, while soldiers from different barracks are waiting not far ahead obliquely.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month was raging, and the weak snowflakes whizzed across the cleared black ground, damaging everyone's ears.The nobles in the stands frowned and covered the storm with their sleeves.

Mr. Hengze was dressed in thick armor and waited in front of the battle on his best horse.He saw the pale faces of the people on the platform from a distance, and snorted triumphantly.

In previous years, the celebration ceremonies were held after the Spring Festival, when the cold wind was slightly weaker.He deliberately moved ahead of schedule this year, just to let the cold wind cut like a knife help him kill the aristocrat's heart.

The deputy reported to his ear: "His Royal Highness, everything is ready. This time the stands are very close to the playground. The place where the prisoners of war will be killed will be right in front of His Majesty. The executioner must be steady and ruthless. When he cuts down, there will be hot blood!" It must be splashed on the head and face of that stupid king."

Mr. Hengze held the winning ticket in his hands, and he couldn't hide the smug smile on his face: "Brother, this king, you have to rest for a few days if there is any trouble. If you suffer from this, you may not be able to get out of bed for a few months."

The deputy was blessed to the heart, and continued with a smirk: "At other times, he can't come to the court, can't approve the papers, and everything will fall into His Highness's hands. And the old minister of the Xin Kingdom is brave, such a coward will definitely lose the hearts of the subjects. After a while For a year and a half, the real master of this country does not know who it is."

"Hush, don't talk nonsense." The smile on Mr. Hengze's face became even more rampant. "Now, this king has to present a gift to your 'respected' Majesty. Don't be careless."

He waved.The soldiers who were waiting behind them immediately stood at attention, stepped hard, and shook the ground three times.

"To uphold our country's prestige, kill all over the world!"

"To uphold our country's prestige, kill all over the world!"

"To uphold our country's prestige, kill all over the world!"

Heng Zegong waved his horsewhip, rode to the center, and announced the start of the ceremony majesticly in the field: "I, Xin Kingdom, is independent from the world. This is because of Kong Wu of our own country, and it is different from the people who founded the country through Wenqu. Today, we hold a celebration ceremony here, inspect the army, kill the enemy and sacrifice the flag, and do not forget the country."

Many people in the stands twitched their eyebrows.

There was no such link in the past celebration ceremonies.Xin Guojun doesn't know martial arts, he lives in a honeypot, and he can't even blow the wind.Does Mr. Hengze want to demonstrate to His Majesty now?At the same time, the minds of many militant factions who were not convinced by the monarch also became active.

"In autumn, our army fought against the Eastern Houliang in Haoshan, and won with difficulty, and captured dozens of high-ranking officers and soldiers. He killed my eight thousand soldiers, and today he will make him pay in blood."

This is a link left over from the history of Xin Guo, which advocates blood and blood.

Dozens of men were escorted to the stands. Their faces were distorted. If it wasn't for the cloth stuffed in their mouths, they would have committed suicide by biting their tongues.The executioner's shining broadsword rested on their necks.

This is the first time Wen Yao has seen Xin Guo's celebration ceremony.He was sitting behind Zhong Lan, his expression was normal, but his eyes were fixed on Zhong Lan's side face with imperceptible vigilance.

A marquis looked hesitant, and just wanted to get up: "Is this execution ground so close to His Majesty..."

His wife pulled him down and whispered: "Are you going to die? This is Mr. Hengze's intention. If His Majesty calls it a stop, it will be slapping the faces of those old generals who have fought for the country all their lives."

The two of them thought their voice was very low, but the people around heard it, and each of them showed panic and timid speculative expressions, and glanced at the bell.

Zhong Lan also heard it.

He still looked indifferent as usual, leaning on his deputy, resting his chin, his eyelids half drooping, he didn't know whether he was awake or sleepy.

The leader of the executioners was full of anger: "Knife up——"

Zhong Lan finally raised his eyelids, his eyes just passed through the open black soil, meeting Heng Zegong's ferocious and greedy eyes.

"The knife falls—"

Blood spurted.The executioners suddenly laughed, but Kuang Wu was crazily bathed in the blood of the dead, shouting: "Wu You Da Xin, Wu You Da Xin!"

Many of the veterans beside them were influenced by these soldiers, and their eyes yearned for violence and war.

The sword light flashed, splitting the air that was muddy by the wind and snow, harsh but clear under the gloomy sky!

Surrounded by exclamations have not yet had time to export.A figure stood in front of the main seat, blocking all the blood with the swirling energy of a sword!

The voices and expressions of the executioners froze on their faces, and they saw Yao fall on the table in a daze, then flicked their wrists, throwing all the blood on the sword to the ground, and finally turned the sword back behind them.

Wen Yao's face was serious, and the atmosphere around him was so deep that he could absorb fear and surprise.However, when he turned his head, his expression suddenly cleared up, and his voice was loud but steady.

"Be careful to stain His Majesty's robe."

Heng Zegong approached him on his horse at the same time as he got up, and when he heard Wen Yao's words, his face twitched.He hurriedly dismounted: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. The enemy generals are hateful, and the soldiers have a strong desire for revenge, so they mistaken the place of execution..."

Suddenly, Zhong Lan interrupted him lightly: "Okay, I know everything."

Not only Mr. Hengze, but also the nobles on the side all looked up, lowered their heads but squinted towards the center of the stands.

Wen Yao, however, seemed to have expected it a long time ago, with a smile on his face, he walked to Zhong Lan's side.

In the silence, Zhong Lan raised his hand, pressed his slender and white fingers on a wine jar on the table, and poured two glasses of wine leisurely.

He raised a glass and drank it down, then turned the glass upside down to show he was done.

He changed his tone, and said coldly in a warm voice that seemed to have been rolled in pearls and jade: "Heng Zegong misses Xin Guo's militarism and wants to remind me of it. You are too."

The backs of all the people around were tense, they quickly retracted their gazes, and bowed their heads in silence.

Mr. Hengze restrained his smirk, completely unaware of what kind of medicine was sold in Zhonglan Gourd.

Zhong Lan handed another cup to Heng Zegong naturally: "Go on."

Mr. Hengze took it with both hands, and found that the wine was clear and slightly red: "Your Majesty, what is this?"

Zhong Lan smiled sincerely: "I, like you, yearn for bravery. This is naturally to reward you for showing off your might."

Mr. Hengze paused for a while, then lifted his spirits and drank it down in one gulp.

Zhong Lan looked at the ups and downs of his throat due to swallowing, and his eyes were completely smiling: "How does it taste?"

"Your Majesty's reward is naturally good..."

"That's good. I'm still worried that the wine brewed with human blood, rice, and living captives' brains isn't strong enough to match our great general's prestige."

with a snap.

Mr. Hengze froze in place, the porcelain cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you said this wine is..."

Zhong Lan laughed twice, and turned to look at the quail-like nobles: "You said, our Daxin is so brave, the enemy country kills our compatriots, and it is not enough to drink their blood. I heard that eating human brains is enough to relieve hatred." , you say, don’t you?”

Wen Yao stood beside Zhong Lan with a sword, like a demon, with cold eyes; Zhong Lan said such cruel and absurd words in a smiling tone, but it was set off so realistically that it made people shudder.

Everyone was terrified: "Your Majesty Shengming—"

"Your Majesty is holy..." Mr. Hengze held up a smirk, and when he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his mouth, and the faint fishy smell lingered in his throat again. His expression changed, and he retched, "Ugh—— "

The nobles and soldiers next to him also twitched their mouths amidst Zhong Lan's laughter.

Mr. Hengze held back forcibly, covered his mouth, half straightened his body, and wanted to say something.But he was finally turned pale by his embarrassing behavior just now, and said while rubbing oil on his feet: "Chen, I'm not feeling well, please ask the deputy to preside over it."

The veterans and aristocrats who had favored him just now finally showed a contemptuous and schadenfreude smile unabashedly.

Although the celebration ceremony has been advanced, Heng Zegong's plan is the same as the original.In the original book, Xin Guojun was indeed so frightened that he couldn't get out of bed for three months, which also chilled the hearts of the veterans who fought for the country and fought bravely.The power fell sideways, which eventually led to the tragic end of Xin Guogong.

Zhong Lan prepared a jug of wine in advance and relieved himself.But he just wanted to solve the crisis, and didn't intend to take the unpredictable route.

He relaxed his posture, turned his head as if joking with the veterans and said, "My younger brother really can't afford it, this jar of wine is just..."

He suddenly noticed that the eyes of the nobles and courtiers were wrong, the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and he suddenly turned behind him.

Wen Yao actually picked up the altar of wine brewed from "human blood and human brain", filled it up for himself, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Zhong Lan quickly snatched it away: "Don't drink, fishy."

The spilled wine flowed down the muscles of the jaw and neck.The boy's pupils, which had been constricted slightly with excitement from just now, contracted weakly and uncontrollably, as if excited and longing for drinking human blood.

Zhong Lan's breathing slowed down, his eyes widened, revealing more whites than ever before.

The young man's expression is serious, but his mind is wandering, as if he is overlapping a certain picture in his mind with the bell.He looked at him greedily and attachedly, like a little wild wolf begging for reward from his mother after hunting, showing his cruel boldness intimately in order to seek wild recognition.

"Your Majesty, I just want to prove that I can do things that others dare not accompany you."