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

All the ministers bowed their hands and said goodbye, looking at the boy in awe, especially at Zhong Lang.

"Your Majesty really respects my Daxin's majesty, and I will bow down to you."

"I'm not feeling well, so I'll take my leave first."

"There is an urgent matter at home, Your Majesty, please leave first."

Zhong Lang didn't react on the spot.After a while, all the people around dispersed.

He wanted to have a laugh just now, telling the ministers that he was just a joke.Judging by his leisurely and out-of-shape appearance in the past, the ministers must have turned the page soon.

But why did he miss the opportunity to explain?

Shouldn't he be a fatuous monarch lying around waiting to retire?How did he become a devil pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

He looked at Wen Yao suspiciously.The latter was staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, watery.

Zhong Lan: "That..."

If there is a tail behind Wen Yao, it must be waving happily at this moment: "Huh?"

Zhong Lan: "This is an ordinary jar of wine, with two drops of chicken blood dripped into it."

Wen Yao's expression froze, and the bloodthirsty excitement in his pupils disappeared.

Zhong Lang: "I just want to scare him."

Wen Yao: "Oh."

The young man suddenly froze his face, and the intimacy that he had shown just now was swept away, and he suddenly became cold and cool.

Zhong Lan looked at his back as he saluted and left, and sighed.Just as he was about to catch up, he saw the river of blood on the playground and stopped.

"There is a difference between the enemy and us, and the chaotic world is impermanent. They are all destined. Let them be buried alive."

In the morning of the next day, Zhong Lan touched his chin and walked around in the back garden.

After Wen Yao came back yesterday, he had that icy look, as if he had returned to the way he deliberately alienated Zhong Lan back then.

Zhong Lan had read the original book, so he knew that his cuteness was just a faux pas.However, Wen Yao himself thought that he was pretending to be very good.

He seemed to have misunderstood Zhong Lang yesterday, thinking that he had found the same kind, and he showed another side under excitement. If he knew that it was just a joke used to solve the crisis, he would not have exposed his true nature.

Zhong Lan rolled up his sleeves, looking like a kind elder: "The child is awkward, and I have to coax him again."

Wen Yao would go to Songzhaiyuan next to the imperial garden to practice martial arts every day.Zhong Lan counted the time and passed, and he was practicing bow again.

"smell……"

call out--

An arrow cut through the air, made a thrilling sound, and hit the red heart urgently and suddenly.

Wen Yao put down his bow and nodded slightly to Zhong Lang: "Your Majesty."

After saying hello, he lightly picked up the bow, and immediately turned his back to the bell and walked into the courtyard.

Zhong Lan folded his arms and exhaled heavily: "The emotion is not small."

He made a helpless expression, raised his eyebrows, followed Wen Yao quietly on tiptoe, and entered the inner courtyard.

Wen Yao obviously didn't expect him to follow so closely, and was taken aback when he turned around.

Zhong Lan: "Why are you unhappy?"

"I don't have any." Wen Yao hurriedly turned his head away, pretending to focus on arranging the weapon rack.

As soon as he turned his head, Zhong Lan tilted his head, and his eyes met, making Wen Yao subconsciously take half a step back.

Zhong Lan pinched his chin: "You are used to being cautious in your words and deeds, and every time you expose your carnivorous nature, you will feel uneasy."

I don't know if it was because of Zhong Lan's words, or because of the hand pinching his chin, Wen Yao's shoulders were extremely stiff, and his eyes were slightly red.

Zhong Lan stroked the hair on his forehead kindly: "Yes, so what? I've said it all, and I like you. Can a grass-eating leader unify the world?"

"His Majesty……"

Zhong Lan: "Are you still arguing?"

"I'm not quarreling."

Zhong Lan: "Okay, okay, not awkward or awkward."

"..." Wen Yao was made even more helpless by the sound of his coaxing the child. After a while, he took out a bag from his arms, "I wanted to find His Majesty in the afternoon."

Zhong Lan took the kit: "What is this?"

The little boy didn't have many things, and some were given by him. He opened the kit with the mentality of a parent opening a child's gift.

However, when the contents of the kit were revealed, even Zhong Lan couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

This is a pure purple plum blossom, crystal clear, glowing coldly under the snowy moonlight.

Wen Yao: "People in the palace say that purple plums are a special product of Xinguo, and they have been on the verge of extinction in recent years, and even the tributes are not available. The lonely mountain next to the celebration ceremony is the only place where purple plums can be produced. Fortunately, the minister When we arrived, there was still one flower, so we could avoid returning empty-handed."

Because purple plums are rare, they become more and more precious, and the treasures in the palace are incomparable.

Zhong Lang tried to steady his breathing: "Did you go to the Lonely Mountain yesterday?"

"I want to make amends, so I need something that can prove my will." Wen Yao Zhengse said, "It's not because I feel sad, but because I feel guilty, and I am afraid that I will expose your majesty's clumsy plan."

Zhong Lan was looking at him movedly, when suddenly he was shocked: "Hidden clumsiness? What clumsiness is hiding?"

"Your Majesty, I understand." Wen Yao approached with a smile.He held up two fingers and made a hissing gesture to their lips.

Understand?What do you know?Zhong Lan was about to defend himself, when suddenly he was in a daze.

The young man's alluring face, as if a demon god descended into the world, had a tacit smile, his white jade-like slender fingers pressed against the cherry lips and softly hissed, and his left eye blinked lightly.

Beauty misleads people... No, Wen Yao is a man, what is beauty misleading people?

Zhong Lan's mind was sinking into a mess of mud.

Wen Yao took his blank expression into his eyes and smiled even more.

"Cough cough cough-"

Wu Yong leaned against the courtyard wall with a look of lovelessness.He had been winking at his highness in this position for a long time, but unfortunately those two people didn't seem to be interested in paying attention to him.

With anger, Wen Yao suppressed a piercing smile, and turned to look at Wu Yong.Wu Yong mouthed words such as "Uncle" and "Heng Zegong", indicating that he had important news to deal with.

Zhong Lan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Mister urged me to recite my homework." Wen Yao obediently bowed to Zhong Lan, "The minister left first."

When he left the courtyard, his eyes filled with anger turned into extremely terrifying eyes, and he murmured as he walked, "It's this Mr. Hengze again..."

Holding the tea in his hand, Mr. Hengze took two sips and waited for the good news.

"Your Highness, it is really useful for you to urge them to do something." The messenger came in with a look of joy, "Just now, those masters beat that little boy outside the palace gate. I sent someone to watch from afar, and was The person who beat him did indeed get off the sedan chair of Xiaobailian."

"Okay!" Mr. Heng Ze patted his thigh, feeling extremely comfortable, "Why don't they just kill them?"

"They said that the little boy is favored by Mr. Xin after all. If you don't succeed in usurping the throne, they really can't stay in Xin if they kill the little boy."

Mr. Hengze obviously disdained the assumption of "not succeeding in usurping the throne", squinted his eyes and snorted.

Later, he asked someone to quietly return to the stands to steal the wine jar back, and only after careful inspection did he find that he had been cheated.His good brother can only do these heresy, but he is the general trend.

"But the masters said that it's not impossible to kill the little boy directly."

Mr. Heng Ze narrowed his eyes: "If you have something to say, just tell me, is there anything I can't satisfy them with?"

"They said that after all, they and Xiaobailian are compatriots from Nanqiong," the servant trembled, "you need to pay more."

Mr. Hengze's face twitched: "How much?"

"Five times."

boom--

Outside.

The servant who was sweeping the street outside Hengze Mansion was startled, and quickly turned to look at the magnificent gate.He turned his head and shrugged helplessly, sweeping and tsk-tsk.

"Did Mr. Hengze like throwing cups recently? Rich and extravagant."

Zhong Lan was in a good mood, and spent the whole morning bird watching in the Royal Garden.

When he summoned the ministers to deal with affairs as usual in the afternoon, he even sent two musicians to handle government affairs while playing music.

The celebration ceremony was a special case interrupted by Wen Yao.

Zhong Lan has always carried out his own idea of ​​being a foolish monarch.If he behaved properly, he would have no good reason to be a hands-off shopkeeper.As long as he is worthless, in the end the ministers will think that having a Ming emperor is more valuable than defending a useless monarch, and will not fight fearlessly.

However, when the minister entered the palace today, he didn't have the resentment of "sorrow and indisputable" that he often had before.

Zhong Lan hugged the freshly baked snacks in the small kitchen: "What's the matter today?"

The two ministers under the stage looked at each other and looked up: "Your Majesty, do you need to let the musicians play louder?"

Zhong Lan held the spoon in his mouth: "?"

"Your Majesty must be as careful as silk. He noticed that the palace people had different intentions and worried that the walls have ears, so he came up with a plan for musicians." They bowed their heads, "Your Majesty is wise."

Zhong Lan's spoon fell to the table.

"After the celebration ceremony, the ministers tried hard to reflect, and realized that they had not really understood His Majesty's meaning over the years. The ministers are ashamed."

"Wait! You wait!"

Zhong Lan finally realized how serious the collapse of the human setting was during the celebration ceremony, and his face was full of doubts.

Am I not trying hard enough to play the crap?