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

It was raining in Beijing.

The drizzle slowly gathered along the grain of the stone bricks, and muddy rainwater accumulated in the gaps.

A hasty kick.The stone bricks were loose, and the rain splashed in all directions.

"The Left Banner Army received the order - retreat to the left rear, and the left wing will be taken over by the West Camp."

"Xiying received the order - stay where you are, waiting for orders."

"The Zhennan Army outflanked from the right rear, abolishing the previous left encirclement plan."

The gate of the Military Aircraft Department was closed, silent and steady, the passing palace people approached, and even their footsteps became light and slow, as if they were afraid of disturbing the seriousness of the Military Aircraft Department.Military orders one after another were transmitted from Zhong Lan's subordinates through orders from the Military Aircraft Department.

There are many small notes on the desk table. These notes are the past war reports stolen by Zhong Lan's servants in collusion with other generals' mansions. They are all sent by Wang Wenlan, the general of the vanguard army, in other wars in the early years. for other generals.Zhong Lan chose a card for the first day of May, and added an extra sum to make it the second day of May.They never thought that Zhong Lang would make so many preparations in advance.

everything's ready.

Except for him, no one knew that there was a blank area of ​​defense on the left wing of the capital, and he easily tore a hole in the defense of the capital.

With his back to the window, Zhong Lan stood in front of the map, squinting his eyes and happily painted the last piece of the map in ocher color.

"There are twists and turns, but everything is as expected." The tip of the pen left the paper, "Wen Yao became the lord of the world, and he treats me..."

A smile curled up on her thin lips: "Obey what you say."

Suddenly, a crisp sound sounded from the eaves.Zhong Lan sharply raised his eyes, strode forward and opened the window to look up, but there was no one there.

Is it the sound of rain?

The judge from the left court carried a small medicine box and arrived at the Wenyi Hall where Zhou Yi lived on time.The guard guarding the door knew him, and turned sideways to open the door for him.

"The old man is here to check His Majesty's pulse on a routine basis today. Thank you for your help."

The guard nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

There was a crisp sound from the eaves, as if the tiles had collided.The sound mixed with the sound of rain seemed to be an illusion.

The guard was slightly taken aback.The judge from the left court reminded him: "Is the old man in?"

"Ah," they recovered, "Please."

Just as the left court judge's foot stepped over the threshold, there was another crisp sound of tiles colliding.

"Who is it?" The guard heard clearly this time, and yelled sharply, but there was no sound other than the patter of raindrops and the sound of wind.

A cold light passed by!

The screams crossed the quiet front yard of Wenyi Hall, and the left court judge fell to the ground in horror, and retreated into the house in fear: "You, who are you?"

The tall man turned his back to the sky, slowly turned his head, and looked at the judge on the left.He was muscular and expressionless.

The skylight penetrated the turbid evening rain, hiding the man's expression in the backlight, but just the heavy breathing and the arm that seemed to be able to tear the bull with bare hands exposed the danger to everyone.

Soon, other guards in the courtyard ran over when they heard the movement: "There is an assassin, catch the assassin!"

The left court judge's eyes fell on the blue-veined, strong and callused hands of the coffin face, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes were wide open.

He suddenly felt that none of the guards in this yard was a match for this man.

"Report—the Luo army is approaching the left wing!"

Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and was extremely grateful for the tacit understanding between Wen Yao and himself.He quickly ordered someone to "arrange" the left city gate.He issued a ban on going out in the city yesterday, and half of the imperial guards of the city government were under his command, so he could check and balance the other half.As long as the door is opened, Luo Guo's army can drive straight into the imperial city.

He patted his clothes and got up easily: "Let me go to the gate of the imperial city to have a look."

He wrote several follow-up military orders according to the plan, handed them over to trusted officials, and ordered them to pass on the orders in various future scenarios.After preparing all these, he led his people to stand in front of the main hall, and looked towards the entrance of the imperial city through the tall foundation.

"The city gates are open! Luo Guo's army marches straight in!"

"The imperial guards of the city government did not react, and civil strife broke out!"

"They are coming towards the palace!"

Zhong Lan gradually clenched his fists, his eyes that were always as calm and gentle as spring water rarely flashed excited and jumping light.

It's all over!

Suddenly, footsteps shook the world!The guards of the entire palace were all fully armed and gathered in the square of the main hall, their spearheads glowing with cold light, all pointing at Zhonglan!

Zhong Lan was surprised for a moment, and was about to yell at Chi He, when suddenly, the chief guard said loudly: "This son has harmed His Majesty, seized the imperial power, and worked as an undercover agent for Luo Guo, take him down quickly!"

Zhong Lan folded his hands behind his back, his hair and rain fluttering: "What evidence do you have that I did it?"

"I said it myself."

Countless spears and swords braced Zhong Lan's neck from all directions!

Surrounded by heavily armored soldiers, a wheelchair was slowly pushed out!

Zhou Yi was weak, with his upper body half drooping, and his hands resting on the handle.Behind him, the tall coffin-faced thugs pushed the wheelchair without saying a word.

Zhong Lan looked at him and saw the extremely strong desire for revenge in Zhou Yi's eyes, like a fox finally breaking free from the trap, staring at him with the most vicious eyes.

Zhong Lan's eyes fell on the coffin-faced man behind him: "He saved you."

"Yes." Zhou Yi seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, and his voice trembled, "It's over, Zhong Lan."

boom--

Everyone on the high platform turned their heads and looked at the palace gate.Minghuang's front door couldn't be opened once a year, the door shaft was stiff, and with the sound of jamming, a passage was finally opened.

Zhong Lan's pupils constricted.

Outside the door, a bright red dress was floating in the drizzle, and his sharp eyes were directed at the scene on the high platform.

Zhou Yi sneered: "Haha, Zhong Lang, you actually ordered someone to open the door in advance, so I don't need to ask Luo Guojun to negotiate again, I can just let him see you now."

Outside the palace gate, Wen Yao stared at the high platform in the distance, but made a stop gesture.

In the distance, the guard's shout echoed in the empty square: "If you step into the palace gate, he will definitely die—"

"Death is certain——" Echoes came from all directions, as if to drown them.

Wen Yao's eyelids twitched, and his expression showed no emotion.

Sheng Yun was anxious behind him as his deputy: "Your Majesty, the imperial guards in the city have not reacted yet, and the palace guards are not our opponents at all. They rushed in and killed Lord Yan, and we are done!"

Pale lips spoke softly, and the pronunciation seemed to melt into the air: "No."

On the high platform, the figure in the black robe was a little thinner than the last time he saw it, with a gleaming knife and gun resting on his neck, and the coffin-faced thug who pushed the wheelchair seemed to be afraid that he would run away violently, so he stepped forward and stood up in person. Arriving in the formation, point the blade of the sword at the tip of Zhong Lan's nose.

Zhong Lan stood there indifferently, as if all the masters around him didn't exist.

Zhou Yi stared at him: "Shout loudly and urgently, let them leave the capital."

Countless backs of the sabers pressed down at the same time, as if they were about to kneel Zhong Lan down.Zhong Lan didn't move, and his slender and fragile body seemed to have incomparably tough and powerful strength.

Zhou Yi repeated: "Let Wen Yao quit."

Zhong Lan glanced at it from a distance, opened his mouth, and said in a high-pitched but calm voice, "Exit the city."

In the distance, although Sheng Yun was anxious, he knew what was most important in Wen Yao's heart, he squeezed the rein unwillingly, closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Wen Yao's gaze still stayed on that black figure.Slowly, he raised his hand and swung it back.

The horses began to turn around, and the troops switched directions.

It's still raining.It was very quiet in the sky prison, so the sound of rain was very obvious.

Zhou Yi would not try to trap him in an ordinary cell.Therefore, the outside of this cell has been controlled by twenty masters in turn from beginning to end, and there are several pairs of eyes staring at him at all times.

It feels very uncomfortable to be stared at like this all the time, but Zhong Lang is still very calm.

To his surprise, Zhou Yi didn't hit him hard.

Zhong Lan closed his eyes, a little annoyed.

He had seen that coffin face many times before.He has been by Zhou Yi's side all the time, that is, a thug and a guard. He has never been called by name, and he has not attracted many fans in the original work.According to the setting of the general small world, such ordinary NPCs have a range of combat power, and it is impossible to break into the palace by taking advantage of the weak defense of the capital.

However, that coffin face is obviously not bound by the rules of the world. Although he can't beat Zhonglan one-on-one, he has a crushing advantage over other ordinary people here.

Sure enough, Zhou Yi was the protagonist.When he was about to die, even such an unnamed guard beside him could be blessed with special combat power.

Zhong Lan smiled wryly.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the cell.He slowly raised his head, and found that Zhou Yi was supported by the coffin face, walking slowly and carefully to the door of the cell.

"The city defense deployment outside the capital has been completed again, and the southeast army is also rushing back. If Yao does not retreat, with his strength, I am afraid that the attack on the city will fail and will fall in the country of Yan instead." Zhou Yi smiled viciously. , his eyes stared up and down Zhong Lang, "Of course, he won't go back willingly, otherwise he will leave behind the things he cherishes the most."

Zhong Lan lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

After he came to the country of Yan, he was not acclimatized to the environment, coupled with the fact that the regent was handling government affairs a few days ago, and he had other things on his mind, his already thin body became thinner and thinner a lot.The mandible is unusually distinct, and the uniform and powerful muscles protrude slightly on the neck. Along the texture all the way down, it seems that the distinct collarbone can be seen faintly under the placket.

Zhou Yi snorted: "You don't have to be nervous. I have already sent someone to contact Wen Yao, and offered him a condition to save your life. Now, your life is not in my hands, but in his hands."

Zhong Lan paused, and slowly raised his eyelids: "What?"

Zhou Yi finally let him speak, secretly happy.He squatted down slowly on the other side of the railing, opened his eyes wide, and said to him: "Do you still remember what Li Weisong said to me that day?"

That day?

Zhong Lan frowned slightly, and suddenly, memories flashed.

Li Weisong was provoked by the misunderstanding, and wanted to attack Zhou Yi and Zhong Lan in the yard.At that time, they all thought that Zhong Lang was sick and incapable of fighting, so Li Weisong said to Zhou Yi, "Don't you like him? If you commit suicide, I will let him die."

Pupils constrict.

Zhou Yi laughed loudly: "That day, Li Weisong told Zhen Zhen that if Wen Yao encountered such a situation, even if he knew that the other party would regret it after the suicide, he would choose to give up himself for the hope of keeping the other party alive."

His words stopped abruptly, all his smiles were collected, and he stared at Zhong Lan seriously.

"He actually mocked me."

Zhong Lan looked back, but didn't speak.

"But I don't believe it. So I want to try it." Zhou Yi grinned, "Tell me, did I do the right thing?"

The author has something to say:

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