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

At night, the rain seemed to have stopped, falling drop by drop from the eaves.

Zhong Lang sat on the cold stone bench, moved his stiff hands slightly, and the chains on his wrists collided with each other, making harsh sounds.The cell was lit with wormwood for incense. Although he had taken the medicine on time a few days ago, his hands and feet were still a little numb.

When Zhou Yi left, he said to him: "The deadline I gave Wen Yao is tomorrow noon, when the time comes, I will let you go out and bring you to witness his choice together."

Zhong Lan closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering.His uneasiness grew stronger.

The male protagonist will have great luck, and those who are hostile to him are destined to fall into the fate of easy death.If the hero is Zhou Yi, then all the monarchs of other countries in the world will have to be decapitated, especially Wen Yao, Zhou Yi will not let him go.

Wen Yao will step on the boundary of life and death under the impetus of the plot.Isn't this choice the turning point that drove his death?

If this happens……

Zhong Lan clenched his fists and stood up suddenly.A group of masters outside the prison stood up vigilantly, and countless pairs of eyes stared at him.

ding-ding-

The crisp sound of the bell echoed in the corridor outside the cell.

Those masters all turned their heads vigilantly and bowed their heads respectfully: "See Your Majesty."

Suddenly, a stronger smell of incense broke into the corridor.Zhong Lan coughed violently, almost coughing up his lungs.It had been several days since he took the medicine last time, and the allergic symptoms became more and more intense, and he felt dizzy suddenly.

The iron door was opened.

Countless people poured in.

Zhong Lan held his breath and maintained his sanity for a while, raised his hand to support the wall, and suddenly grabbed his wrist with one hand.

"Please follow the servants."

what happened?

Zhong Lan's last memory before he fell into a coma was that someone breathed a puff of smoke in his face, and the strange smell lingered at the tip of his nose, making him drowsy, and finally, his eyes went black.

He felt that his hands and feet were being manipulated by someone, and then he was carried to a new place, and the fragrance around him almost engulfed him in comfort and warmth.

However, his nerves did not relax.In the chaotic and hazy fragrance, there seemed to be a sword hidden in an invisible place, reminding him to open his eyes.

He woke up suddenly.

"My lord, you're awake. Please have some tea." The little maids were dressed in blue and silver-patterned satin. The hands holding the tea had been soaked in flower petal water beforehand, and their fingertips were white and crystal clear without any rough calluses.

Such little maids were selected by the Ministry of Internal Affairs at a very young age to serve in the hall, and the cost of food and clothing was not comparable to that of ordinary palace people.

Zhong Lan narrowed his eyes and coughed, and immediately a group of people came to beat his back.

"This is where?"

"My lord, this is His Majesty's Xuanhua Palace."

Xuanhua Palace was Zhou Yi's bedroom.

Zhong Lan got up abruptly, startled a crowd of Yingying Yanyan.His hands and feet were not bound in any way. Apart from the maids, there was no one else in the palace, not even a guard.

He looked down and saw that the dirty clothes on his body that were stained with blood, sweat, and rain had disappeared, replaced by a set of black robes with gold patterns, the style was exactly what he often wore, but the fabric was special, as light as cicada's wings , Soft and sticky, definitely not a good product.

"My lord, please rinse your mouth."

"My lord, there are snacks here."

The more Zhou Yi relaxed his vigilance towards him, the more disturbed Zhong Lang became.Zhou Yi's city is very deep, and everything he does has a specific purpose.If he didn't even bother to tie the iron chains that bound the bell, it meant that he must have a trump card.

What is the bottom card?

Wen Yao.

Zhong Lan hurriedly asked, "What time is it?"

"My lord, the clock for noon just struck a quarter ago."

Zhong Lang didn't have time to react.The door of the Xuanhua Palace burst open.Upon receiving the news that he woke up, Zhou Yi came to see him in person with a strategic smile.

"That's great, sir is awake. So you don't have to miss this big show."

Zhong Lan looked at him, breathless: "What are you going to do?"

"Wen Yao has already sent someone to reply and agreed to my exchange." Zhou Yi's smile weakened slightly, "Of course, words alone cannot prove it. Therefore, I made an agreement with him to meet at the gate of the city sometime soon. If he is really willing to trade his life for you, then he will withdraw all his followers and stand alone in front of the formation."

There was a buzzing sound beside Zhong Lan's ear.

Zhou Yi sneered.He obviously didn't believe that Wen Yao would be caught so easily.Psychological warfare is exactly what he is good at. Even if Wen Yao has something to hide, he has a way to make Wen Yao mess up.

"Sir, follow me to the city gate and see your old lover for the last time." He said to Zhong Lan with a smile.

Zhong Lan remained calm and followed behind him.

The man with the coffin face followed Zhou Yi closely from the beginning to the end, adjusting his angle at all times to prevent Zhou Yi from being held hostage by Zhong Lang again.His strength should not be underestimated. Zhong Lang tried to seize the opportunity to reverse the situation several times, but failed.

Damn, if only the allergy symptoms went away faster.

Zhou Yi turned his back to Zhong Lan, but he seemed to be able to see his eyes, and laughed: "Sir, I've figured it out. You don't have to struggle."

They went all the way to the top of the city gate.Zhou Yi asked Zhong Lan to stand at the front, not allowing him to turn his head, and then he and a group of guards stood behind him.

The midday sun brought the heat of the early summer heat, making people sweat slightly on the side of the neck.

Suddenly, a few pretty little maids shyly held up their fans and followed them to the gate of the city.The two of them fanned gently with the round fan that carried the fragrant wind, only for Zhong Lan alone.

The wind just blows away the heat.

"Sir, how is it?" Zhou Yi asked softly behind him, "Look, now that Wen Yao is not dead, the servants of Yan Kingdom have already treated you as their master. You don't regret it at all, regretting your own A few days ago, you actually had such cruel thoughts towards me?"

Zhong Lan said nothing.

"This silk, this delicacy, this life above everyone. Isn't this what you want?"

"Zhou Yi, I've done my life to be sorry for you, so I don't need your trust any more. If you want to kill or cut, just do it, and don't talk more disgusting people."

The flexible and vivid expression on Zhou Yi's face froze as suddenly as his words.It took a long time before he put away all his emotions and snorted self-deprecatingly.

"you've changed."

Zhong Lan didn't lift his eyelids: "What have I changed?"

"Don't you just love relaxation and leisure, and hate all kinds of things to get involved in it? Now, I have so many things in your hands, why do you refuse so easily?"

Zhong Lan was silent.Zhou Yi's words hit his heart.

But he didn't understand either.

"Since that's the case, I won't talk nonsense. Mister, please hold this bow."

Zhong Lan didn't look back, and couldn't see anything behind him.The soldier stuffed a fine bow and arrow into the palm of his hand, and placed the quiver at his left foot.

"If it is true that Yao is willing to sacrifice his life for you, then in the near future, he will deal with the funeral affairs according to my request, and stand alone in the open space in front. And the executioner is you."

Zhong Lan suddenly grasped the bow tightly.

Zhou Yi continued: "Of course, as long as you shoot him to death, you will enjoy the wealth you have today every day in the future. This is what he bought for you."

Silence spread on the walls.After a long time, Zhou Yi's voice sounded again, sarcastically.

"I don't believe he will come out."

when - when - when -

"Not yet!"

Under the city wall, right behind Luo Guo's army, there was a slight movement, and a horse slowly walked out of a road that was given up, and walked to the center.Then, a red figure got off his horse and walked slowly to a place where no one was in front of him.

Zhong Lan closed his eyes and gripped the bow tightly, almost crushing the bow with so much strength.

The coffin's face jumped, and he swung the knife forward, and put it on Zhong Lan's shoulder from behind, with a hoarse voice: "I don't care if you want to shoot arrows or not. But you are not allowed to turn back or hurt others until His Majesty tells you to stop." .”

Zhong Lan didn't look back.For the rest of his time, he was only allowed to stare at Wen Yao under the city wall.

Wen Yao was also looking at him.

His face was still the same as when he first met Escape, so bright that it overwhelmed the fragrance of the city in midsummer, but it was like a sword, with an upright arrogance.And all his arrogance, all lowered his head in front of the same person, humble and flattering.

He's lip-synching: "Kill me."

Behind Zhong Lan, Zhou Yi's voice was almost distorted: "He is really willing to die? Oh, sir, you can draw your bow now."

He couldn't imagine that anyone would give their entire life for the slightest hope that a loved one would survive.Puzzled, puzzled, or angry, Zhou Yi couldn't even maintain his expression.

Hot air blows.

No one moved.

"Kill him!" Zhou Yi said viciously.

The bell didn't move.

"Kill me." Wen Yao mouthed to him.

Zhong Lan closed his eyes and raised his hand.

He casually picked up an arrow from the quiver, put it on the bow, and pointed the arrow at the man below.His eyes were closed and he couldn't even keep his hands steady.After a long time, he breathed calmly, slowly opened his eyes, with a determined expression.

The bow is full.

He let go.

The sharp arrow flew past, piercing the air.At the same time, a crystal tear slowly dripped down the bow.

The blood was as red as his shirt.

Zhong Lan was taken back to the palace.

The apse of the Xuanhua Hall was tidied up, and it was incomparably magnificent, even comparable to Zhong Lang's original Shengyun Hall.Not only that, there are beauties, guards and cooks around the hall at any time, even if Zhong Lanzi says he wants to eat crab, he can immediately drink a bowl of hot crab noodle soup.

Zhou Yi fulfilled his promise.

The arrow just hit Wen Yao's heart, and any experienced archer could tell that he was doomed.In order to prevent him from dying, Zhou Yi asked Yan Guo to bury the body for him. Sheng Yun was so angry that he almost came up to tear the city gate.

When Zhong Lan walked down the city gate, he said, "Wait."

"Why?" Zhou Yi glanced at him sideways.

"I want to watch them bury their bodies and nail their coffins."

Zhou Yi's first reaction was to squint his eyes, feeling that there was something deceitful in it.Then Zhong Lang smiled and said to him with no waves in his eyes: "Even if he died, he still surpassed you. Didn't you say that I can do whatever I want? I just want to see more of my Lover. I will not allow you to desecrate his body after his death."

"My lover" made Zhou Yi so angry that he waved his hands and let him go.Zhong Lan then watched them nail Wen Yao to death in the coffin.

Watching Wen Yao's coffin being placed in the abandoned courtyard.Zhong Lan finally obediently followed them back to the Xuantang Hall, like a delicate doll, enjoying all kinds of service that made him unable to smile at all.

Zhou Yi stood outside the door, holding the door frame tightly with his hands, his expression on the verge of collapse.

Wen Yao was clearly killed.

But he was the loser.

Li Weisong was right.Wen Yao was willing to sacrifice his life for this hope, but he didn't dare, so he deserved to be treated by Zhong Lan with such an expression, and he deserved to be treated with a hot face and a cold ass.

He deserves everything.

At night, the exaggerated noise of Xuanhua Palace fell silent under Zhong Lan's light "I'm tired".

The chirping of cicadas in summer is loud and loud.Zhong Lan closed his eyes and lay upright on the bed.

"Sir," Zhou Yi knocked on the door outside, "I'm here."

Zhong Lan opened his eyes.

He got out of bed and opened the door.It was found that all the palace people outside were screened out, except for one Zhou Yi.

Zhong Lan's first screening was to search for the coffin face, but found that the coffin face was not there either.His eyes fell on Zhou Yi.

There was no incense in the Xuanhua Palace, and his strength had recovered a little; Zhou Yi was completely ignorant of martial arts, so he looked like a little white rabbit in front of him.

Zhou Yi's expression was unprecedentedly calm, even with a bit of broken nostalgia: "I don't need guards today. Because I only have one question, sir will not embarrass me."

Zhong Lan frowned: "What?"

"Sir," Zhou Yi stared into his eyes, "Since you don't want to live such a life of being served, then..."

"Do you want to be emperor?"

The author has something to say: Of course it is suspended animation! ! !

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