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

The sky is slightly bright.

From evening to night yesterday, two earth-shaking events took place in the entire Yan Kingdom Palace.

The first thing is that Wen Yao's body is gone.

The second one is that King Yan committed suicide.

No matter who sees it, there is only one vested interest behind these two incidents - Zhong Lang.Therefore, all the princes broke into the palace eagerly, with the intention of tearing the bell into pieces.

However, they were stopped as soon as they entered the palace.

The eldest Prince Yun blew his beard: "What do you mean? Are they all bought by those rebellious officials and thieves?"

The one who stopped him was the chief eunuch in the palace, surnamed Tian, ​​who looked about 40 years old, his eyes were still red and swollen, and there were several new wrinkles on his face.He sighed slightly, but still put on a helpless smile: "Please rest assured, Your Highness. Your Majesty committed suicide and left a will in advance. The will ordered the servants not to let you enter the palace until the new king ascends the throne."

"The new king's enthronement? Nonsense! In this country of Yan, besides the lonely prince, who else can ascend to that throne?" Prince Yun glared angrily, and suddenly, he gritted his teeth, "Could it be the emperor's teacher? This is stealing the country! Your Majesty must It is impossible to leave a will for him to ascend the throne, it must be the gangster who murdered His Majesty and tampered with the will! You don’t even know this thing?"

Eunuch Tian put his hands in front of his body calmly: "Your Majesty committed suicide in front of everyone. This will is not only written on the brocade cloth, but also spit out from his mouth. There must be no mistake."

The muscles on Prince Yun's face twitched. After a long time, he waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Who can prove this matter? None of the royal relatives are present, who will testify?!"

He waved his hand and was about to break into the palace when suddenly, soldiers in heavy armor poured out from all directions and surrounded them.

"You, you!" All the princes were dumbfounded, doing something in front of the palace, which has never happened before.

Eunuch Tian said coldly: "These things were arranged by His Majesty before his death. If you want to question, then go to the underworld and ask His Majesty face to face?"

In the center of the palace hall, Zhong Landuan sat in the very center.The blades of countless soldiers were pressed against his shoulders.

In front of him was a flat sheet of imperial edicts.

"My lord, according to the late emperor's edict, now that Lord Luo is dead and has no one to take charge of the overall situation, it is the best time to attack. If you lead the people of Yan to annex Luo and unify the world, then I will wait for tens of thousands of ministers The army and the army will be willing to be driven by you; if you don't agree, then you will never step out of this palace again, and the throne will be handed over to the prince waiting outside the palace."

Zhong Lan raised his eyes, and his breathing gradually slowed down.

Now there are not only guards outside the main hall, but also three forbidden troops in the capital, a total of 800 people, all staring at him alone.This is a world without abilities and props. No matter how powerful he is, he can't kill [-] forbidden soldiers and rush out alone.And he suspected that there were more soldiers waiting for him outside the palace.

The father-in-law brought a jar of inkpad: "Please stamp it."

Zhong Lan could only stamp his own handprint.

In this will, there is more than one request.Zhou Yi also saved a hand by hiding the two newborn children of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom to the people. If one day Zhong Lang voluntarily abdicates and intends to pass the throne to others, it will be an act of betrayal of the Yan Kingdom. The ministers and generals of the bloodline will support the two children to Fuyan - that will definitely make Zhong Lan's life difficult again.

"My lord, please issue an order. This edict will not come into effect until you annex Luo Kingdom's land."

A group of soldiers carried the sand table in front of him, and another group of soldiers pasted the map on the screen.

Zhong Lan glanced at him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.Zhou Yi, you are really ruthless, forcing me to be the emperor of this entire continent.

But now there is a more difficult problem, Wen Yao is not dead.

Zhou Yi's plan was based on Wen Yao's death. If Wen Yao had not died, how would Zhong Lang annex Luo Guo?

Zhou Yi's confidant, Master Zhang of the first pavilion stood quietly aside: "My lord, please issue a military order."

Suddenly, a little soldier hurriedly ran to the door and knelt down: "Report to my lords, someone asks to send a letter to the emperor."

"Who?"

"Imperial Merchant, Yuncheng."

Zhong Lan was startled suddenly, and for the first time in several days and nights, a crack of extreme surprise appeared on his expression.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a letter was presented to him.

Zhong Lan glanced at the blades of the Eight Hundred Forbidden Army, then looked at Mr. Zhang's calm face with deep ravines, and lowered his head to unfold the letter paper.

On the paper, the vigorous and powerful handwriting was extremely familiar, as if the other party was speaking in front of his face.

There are only four words in the letter.

"The Lord of the World."

a month later.The fighting finally stopped.

The streets are bustling with gongs and drums.

"The Great Unified Emperor has ascended the throne—the world is amnesty!"

"The new capital city is neither in Yan nor Luo. In the end, I chose a place where the two countries were handed over. Guess where it should be?"

"How can I guess?"

"Hey, it's the capital of Xin Kingdom!"

"This is not the beginning of Xindi..."

"Shh, it's impossible to say."

Zhuman smoked lightly, and the clear blue water meandered along the gold-plated waterway, floating with peach petals.

"Your Majesty, the coronation dress is finished, please go and try it on."

Zhong Lan propped up his tired body and responded.The thick and wide door was pushed open, and the palace people entered one after another. A handsome man in official uniform was dragging a tray of clothes with a dignified gait.

Zhong Lan hasn't slept at all in the past few days, and the dark circles under his eyes are bruised and purple.He raised his hands casually, still at the mercy of others.

His slender and cold fingers held the shirt, and gently covered his body from head to toe, a faint sandalwood scent flowed from his hands to the clothes, and drifted to the tip of Zhong Lan's nose.

Zhong Lan suddenly woke up, and turned to look at the palace man who was dressing him.

The beautiful face is fair and clean, but not less colorful, and the coquettishness between the eyebrows and eyes is tamed to be gentle and considerate.He combed his hair in a bun with a linden wood hairpin inserted, and the hair on his temples hung down slightly.

"Wen Yao, when did you..." Zhong Lang was surprised, and quickly turned around and grabbed his shoulder.

Wen Yao frowned.Zhong Lang realized that his injury was still not healed, so he let go quickly.

Wen Yao gently helped him straighten his clothes, and said: "Your Majesty, Wen Yao is dead. The remnants of the Luo Kingdom saw that the country was in disarray, and admired your charm, so they took the initiative to worship you."

Zhong Lan was speechless and stared at him angrily.

"The dress is a bit too big. You are thin." Wen Yao frowned, looked at him seriously, and then took off the clothes for him again, "Let Li Quan and the Ministry of Rites tell you that you have to change it quickly."

"I'm talking to you. Why do you want to feign death?" Zhong Lan said anxiously.

Wen Yao paused, raised his head slightly, and looked up at Zhong Lan, his eyes seemed to be broken into pieces by eyelashes.

"If I don't fake my death, I will return to Luo Kingdom later. How can you escape from Zhou Yi's will?"

Zhong Lan was speechless: "Yun Cheng is so well informed, did she know all of this?"

That's why Wen Yao sent him a letter in such a timely manner.

Hearing that Yao is not dead, in fact, Luo Guo's high-level officials also know.But when they knew that the final authority was going to be handed over to Zhong Lan, they didn't refuse in the slightest.

Luo Guo was originally a new country pieced together by various forces. The most practical thing is that instead of making unnecessary sacrifices, it is better to let Zhong Lang, a well-known farming and infrastructure expert, accept Luo Guo's current mess that has been dragged down by the flames of war.

They hated the style of the Yan royal family, but they didn't hate Zhong Lang.As a result, Wen Yao "died" in the tacit understanding of everyone.

Tears welled up in Zhong Lan's eyes, and he was about to cry aggrievedly.

"Isn't it just right now?" Wen Yao picked up a strand of his hair, and kissed him reverently, as if to appease his dissatisfaction, "You have the highest dignity."

After the kiss, those pair of beautiful eyes teased Zhong Lang's heart lightly, causing Zhong Lang's head to almost burn up, and he breathed his full stomach for a short while.

Outside the door, Li Quan looked into the house and coughed twice.The palace people all retreated.

Li Quan closed the door for them. When the door was not closed, he met Shang Wenyao's eyes and smiled tacitly.It was he who sent Wen Yao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, to Zhong Lan's side just now.

The house is dark, only the sound of gurgling water.

Zhong Lan was half lying on his back on the desk table, his hair was a little messy, he suddenly woke up and stood up: "Your injury is still not healed."

He touched Wen Yao's left shoulder with his fingers, gently pushed aside his clothes, and stroked the white bandage with his thumb.

"Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately."

I was silent for a long time.Zhong Lan's voice was very low: "Before that, I had no chance to contact you, so I was also afraid. It's great that you can trust me. I didn't trust myself at all."

Wen Yao's voice also lowered: "Why?"

"It was very windy at that time, I'm not sure, if it's really off by an inch..."

"No." Wen Yao held his hand and forced him to look up at him, those dark eyes reflected Zhong Lan, "I know you won't kill me. I won't either Really put myself in a mortal situation."

"What do you mean?"

"This arrow will definitely miss, because you don't want to kill me." Wen Yao half-closed his eyes, and suddenly woke up Zhong Lan, "If what Li Weisong said is true, then the story of this book is you as the protagonist. first book."

Zhong Lan's eyes slowly widened.

As a person in the book, Wen Yao was able to infer so clearly from various details.

He continued: "So the only protagonist is you. The so-called Zhou Yi only has a special status because of your love in the book. This status is not born with you, but given by you."

"So I know, as long as your heart is mine." Wen Yao's voice was so hoarse that he seemed to be in a dream, "I will be favored in the end."

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