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

"why you?!"

The two spoke in unison.

Yan Guojun stared angrily, but Zhong Lan was obviously delighted.Immediately, his eyes fell on Yan Guojun's hand pulling his sleeve, pulling him away like ashes.

"Yan Guojun, since you have been rejected so many times, why haven't you taught yourself a lesson?"

Wen Yao got closer and closer, and he was almost on the verge of sticking to Lord Yan.If he didn't want to maintain the last courtesy and decency, he might have lifted the other party's collar.

"Mr. has a good temper and is not easy to get angry with others. But it has nothing to do with whether you are wishful thinking or not." He stared at Yan Guojun's eyes, his tone was cold and polite, as if he was conducting a formal negotiation, "This is a shameless, as a monarch , not suitable."

Yan Guojun's face was stiff for a while, and suddenly, he smiled.

"Wen Yao, look at me like this. I don't know martial arts, and I don't have a guard. If I just put on a face and just want to see the beauty, isn't that too careless?"

Neither Zhong Lan nor Wen Yao answered.

Yan Guojun continued: "I just want to discuss some things in private with the emperor, and it is also inconvenient for Li Weisong to know about these things."

Zhong Lan suddenly raised his eyes. The name "Li Weisong" obviously touched his nerves now, and even Yan Guojun's unfathomable but elegant smile seemed convincing.

Could it be that the alliance between Li Weisong and Lord Yan is not indestructible?

Yan Guojun noticed that his eyes were gradually focused, curious, and full of ambition: "If you miss this opportunity, you will never see Li Weisong again. Luo Guojun, look at the expression of the emperor, why don't you invite me to go back?" Sit down?"

Wen Yao: "..."

They did not return to the palace.Yan Guojun was obviously very cautious and chose a restaurant at the gate of the city.He unceremoniously ordered a large table in the private room, and then ate calmly: "Luo Guojun invited you kindly, but I am not respectful."

Zhong Lan was at the other end of the table, frowning: "What did you say that it was inconvenient for Li Weisong to know?"

Yan Guojun picked up a piece of crystal fish, carefully soaked it in the soup, and then picked off the green onion on it: "My lord, don't be so anxious."

Wen Yao snorted coldly and sneered threateningly: "Will you tell me?"

"You can't threaten me," Yan Guojun said calmly, "now Li Weisong thinks he is an ally with me, so he entrusts me to hide his traces. Only I know where Li Weisong is. If you do anything to me, he will probably kill you." You will be so scared that you will never come out again. Master Emperor, you have to think about it. Such a hidden thunder can make you panic all day long, and you don’t know when it will explode. Do you want such a day?"

"..."

Suddenly, Yan Guojun changed the subject: "Actually, I have long wanted to ally with Li Weisong. He is very relieved of me now, and puts his life in my hands. If the sincerity of the emperor is enough, it is not impossible for me to take this piece of paper in my hand." I give you my life."

"What..." Zhong Lang's question was about to slip out of his throat, when the hand under the table subconsciously moved to his side and placed it on the stiff hand beside him.

Yan Guojun didn't seem to notice his uneasiness, and raised the corners of his mouth: "I also lack an emperor teacher."

"No." Wen Yao did not hesitate, his eyes were deep.The deep, deep anger in his chest seemed to ignite the cold air in the private room.

Yan Guojun raised his eyebrows: "I am asking the emperor and master."

The corners of Wen Yao's eyes twitched slightly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he didn't even have the courage to turn his head to look at Zhong Lan.After a long time, he turned his head slowly, seeing Zhong Lan's dazed and hesitant appearance in his eyes.

"Li Weisong told me everything. If he doesn't kill you, he will encounter all kinds of accidents every year, so he will definitely try every means to launch an assassination anytime and anywhere." Lord Yan knew that he was only near the door, "Isn't the most important thing you want to be safe? How can you be safe if he is not dead?"

Zhong Lan turned away his eyes and did not look at Wen Yao: "If I promise you, what should I do?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong! I don't mean to force others to be difficult. I just want to study and become a generation of virtuous masters." Yan Guojun immediately became very kind, "If the emperor doesn't want to go to the capital of Yan Kingdom, then live in Yu Xingcheng, I can live in Yuxing City to handle government affairs."

"But he is my emperor teacher." Wen Yao said coldly.

Yan Guojun snapped his fingers: "It's not that I can't share with others. Let the emperor go to Yuxing City in the first half of the month, and return to Luo Guojing in the second half of the month."

Wen Yao: "I can't!"

"Then why don't you live in Yuxing City too," Yan Guojun said with a smile, "Teach you about odd numbers, and teach me about even numbers, so that you won't suffer from lovesickness for half a month."

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin.

Zhong Lan: "..."

You divide me like this?

"It seems that you are very interested in this." Yan Guojun stood up and put on his hood. "Since that is the case, I will discuss it in a letter after returning to Yan Kingdom."

Late at night, the inner palace trail.

Zhong Lan didn't talk to Wen Yao all the way.Sitting in the same carriage, he turned to look at Wen Yao.

The moonlight fell on half of the face, and the deep and hazy facial features seemed to be frozen under the soft moon veil, without any waves.

"Wen Yao."

He was still looking out of the window, but suddenly pushed his hand back, grabbed Zhong Lan's hand, and interlocked his fingers.

"I followed you today because I was worried about your injury. You said that Li Weisong's skill was not inferior to yours a few years ago, but you have never practiced in recent years, so I have been unable to let go of you since you left."

Zhong Lang didn't expect him to say this suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, and then his eyes turned around in embarrassment.Wen Yao's worry was indeed justified.

"Just now I acquiesced to Yan Guojun's proposal because I knew that you were eager to kill Li Weisong, and your refusal to show it was probably because of my presence. Besides, you probably planned to sneak into the enemy camp and come back after killing Li Weisong, so I understand."

Zhong Lan watched Wen Yao turn around helplessly.That stunningly beautiful face seemed to be wrapped in deep sadness.He pushed Zhong Lang to the corner of the carriage and moved closer: "Really?"

"...Well." Zhong Lang took a deep breath and looked back calmly, "Using Lord Yan is the fastest way now. As he said, if he doesn't agree, it will be difficult for me to find the shrunken Li Weisong."

"Then make a quick decision. I will accompany you to the City of Rain."

"Wen Yao, you..."

Zhong Lan was a little moved, his eyes were slightly wet, and he was about to sigh that Wen Yao was so considerate, but a single word interrupted his emotion coldly.

"but."

Zhong Lan looked up: "Huh?"

"I'm so sad." Wen Yao and his interlocking hands burst out with blue veins, and they clasped each other tightly, their eyes seemed to want to swallow him alive, "I know that everything is for profit, and it's all temporary, but I'm still so sad. You're not my husband alone anymore."

Zhong Lan shuddered.Wen Yao's special possessiveness rushed into his mind, sending chills down his back.

There was a screech of brakes.They stopped at the door of Wen Yao's bedroom.

"In the end, I still can't monopolize you." He narrowed his eyes, as if in a daze, as if talking to himself, and as if suddenly after being extremely depressed, "but I don't want to be like this."

"You are different from him, you can monopolize it."

"Really? That's great," Wen Yao suddenly laughed, and seemed to be very reasonable as he got out of the car, and reached out his hand to help Zhong Lan get off in a gentlemanly manner.However, as soon as Zhong Lan got out of the car, he found that hand was holding him tightly, and he was motionless. A huge force pulled him, and he fell to Wen Yao's chest.

"Since the master said that the student is still the only one after accepting the younger brother, then prove it to the student, okay?"

When Wen Yao spoke, the hot air echoed around his earlobe, itching and warm, and his voice trembled in the cold wind.

"There are still two moments, and the student's birthday is just over. The teacher's certificate to the student will be treated as a gift, okay?"

Zhong Lang closed his eyes, his eardrums seemed to be burst by the heartbeat, and he heard his own voice trembling: "Okay."

Wen Yao dragged him all the way into the sleeping hall.The dormitory is divided into inside and outside, and there are desks and cases in the outer hall. Sometimes Wen Yao reads a book or simply handles urgent military affairs before going to bed.

On the table, the Four Treasures of the Study are neatly arranged.Wen Yao spread out the rice paper, and then spread out the ancient books they had seen half together before.

He pulled Zhong Lan to the table, hugged him from behind, and put his chin on his shoulder: "Mr. proved to the students that even if there is a junior brother, the student is still the only one. Junior brother sees you, okay?"

Zhong Lan was about to go crazy.Does Wen Yao know what he looks like and how lustful his voice is?

"it is good."

The people behind laughed lightly.He took Zhong Lan's right hand and put it on the paper: "Sir, where did we talk last time?"

"I talked about it last time... that's right, that's how it was written... Wait, let's read the next sentence..."

Zhong Lan and Wen Yao held a pen together and started to give a lecture.

"Sir, pay attention." Wen Yao's voice suddenly turned cold.

It was only then that Zhong Lan realized that he was distracted by Wen Yao's body temperature and touch, and even jumped in a daze.He let out a cry, and was about to change his words, when suddenly his whole body tensed up.

"Wen Yao, you... Take it easy..."

Wen Yao's other hand seems to have a different mission from his own.He rubbed Zhong Lan's neck with his chin: "What's the matter? Sir, if you are in class with your younger brother, you can't do this. You even misread the line."

"I won't, let go first." Zhong Lan gasped.

Finally, Wen Yao let him go.

The voice next to the ear carried a sinister smile.

"Okay, let's continue. This time, sir, I have to do an example essay."

Zhong Lan's mind went blank.

How to appease a jealous lunatic who is keen on master-student games?

"Sir, you even spelled the words wrong. If you are like this when you are a teacher and a student, you will be misleading your students."

"Don't be crazy anymore! Uh..."

……

In Beiyuan, the vast goose feather snow is whistling outside the house.

In the spacious and grand main hall, there are only two seats placed side by side.

One sits on the left seat, propping his head with his hands.

The footsteps with a sense of travel and dust approached from outside the door, getting louder and louder.

"Zhou Yi, have you seen Zhong Lan?"

Yan Guojun raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's even better than imagined. Not only did I meet Zhong Lan, but I also met Wen Yao. They agreed."

Li Weisong showed an inevitable smile.

"What a good story: We have secrets in each other's hearts. You can get close to Zhong Lan by betraying me, so you contact them secretly. Did they really believe your nonsense and agreed to go to Yuxing City?"

"Yes." Zhou Yi sat down on the chair opposite Li Weisong with a smell of frost and snow all over his body, and took off his gloves.

He held out his hand, as if waiting for the other to shake it back.

"Thank you Li Weisong for volunteering to be the bait."

The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

One, three, five taught Wen Yao, and two, four, and six taught Yan Guojun. I hope they can let Zhong Lan rest on Sunday.But this is also a single break, not even counting the size of the week, miserable.

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Tic; 1 bottle of little pink shirt, Nanzhi Liusang~