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

Somewhere in the deep palace.

Li Yunbai flicked a willow branch in extreme boredom, and sat idly outside the house.Suddenly, a rapid cry of pain sounded in the room, followed by repeated begging for mercy.

The door creaked open.

Li Yunbai immediately stood up and put his hands on his hips: "Why did you stop?"

"Little ancestor, I beg you." The man in the room looked helpless, "I will recruit, I will recruit anything you ask me, please don't let me peel the lotus seeds with my hands every day while blindfolded."

His fingertips were bloody and bloody, new scars and old scars intertwined, looking pitiful.

Li Yunbai clicked his tongue and muttered, "Your Majesty didn't think to ask you."

man:"……"

As a man in gray robe, he was caught by Zhong Lang and thrown to Li Yunbo for interrogation, but Zhong Lang and Wen Yao just forgot him in the deep palace.Before that, he was in the imperial palace of the Luo Kingdom, but when Zhong Lan moved the capital, he finally remembered him and brought him together to the Xin Kingdom.Unbearable, he thought he finally had the chance to confess and be lenient. Who would have thought that Zhong Lan would be so busy after moving the capital that he didn't care about him at all.

He wanted to confess for a long time, but he didn't even have a chance.

Li Yunbai pursed his lips, turned around and took out a small jar from the room.He went into the house, untied the black cloth for the man, and then glanced at the chair next to him: "Sit down and paint it for you."

The man's eyes just came into contact with the light, and he was slightly startled, and then he saw Li Yunbai's face.With a slightly shy expression on his face, he cleared his throat and sat down on the chair.

This ointment is excellent for healing wounds.I gave it to him purely to make his hand heal faster, so that he can continue to peel and continue to hurt.

This was originally used to torture people, but he looked forward to the time of applying the medicine every day.

Li Yunbai lowered his head, dug out a small piece of ointment with a cold spoon, and carefully applied it on his fingertips.When the ointment first touched the skin, the wound hurt, and the hand suddenly shrank. However, the man quickly adjusted himself and looked carefully at Li Yunbai's expression.

Li Yunbai has always been unhurried, gentle and gentle in doing things.When applying the medicine, all his attention was on those hands, his eyelashes were drooping, his breathing was even and heavy, his cheeks swelled slightly with his breathing, white and tender.

"Well, why don't you ask Zhong Lan? I have something to be honest about."

Li Yunbai's movements stopped suddenly, and he raised his head with a frown: "Zhao Shenli, how many times have I said it, you have to call 'Your Majesty', otherwise I won't help you."

Zhao Shenli was stared at by him, and quickly changed his words: "Okay, then when will you help me speak to His Majesty?"

Suddenly, Li Quan's high-pitched voice came from outside the yard.

"Your Majesty is here—"

Both Li Yunbai and Zhao Shenli were stunned, and turned to look outside the door.

Holding the hem of his shirt, Zhong Lan hurried in, "Li Yunbai, have you finished the interrogation?"

Li Yunbai was about to salute and answer, when suddenly Zhao Shenli stood up by himself: "The interrogation is over, the interrogation is over. I know what your Majesty wants to ask."

Wen Yao followed Zhong Lan into the courtyard, and the two looked at each other, somewhat puzzled: "Really, is it a lie?"

"Don't dare to lie, don't dare to lie!" Zhao Shenli was about to cry.

Zhong Lan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. You first tell me all the news you know. If I verify it, then I will give you a way to become a monk."

Just as Zhao Shenli was about to agree, he paused suddenly, and his eyes turned to Li Yunbai involuntarily.

"Let's go home?!"

Two hours later, Zhong Lan got the news he wanted.

When he and Wen Yao returned to Shengyun Hall, the atmosphere was not only dignified, but even a little ethereal.

Just now Zhao Shenli told them that he did not enter this small world with Li Weisong.

"At that time, the Lord God recruited 30 people to enter the mission, but there were casualties later. In order to ensure that the number of mission workers remained constant, the Lord God issued a supplementary recruitment order again." Zhao Shenli said so.

They counted the time.The first casualty of the gray-robed man should have been when Wen Yao was in power in Nanqiong and imprisoned Zhong Lang. At that time, the gray-robed man thought that Wen Yao would hurt Zhong Lang, so he fueled the flames, and ended up in a tragic end.It was also the death of the man in gray that allowed Zhao Shenli to enter the small world again as a substitute.Since he was not with Li Weisong at the beginning, there was a big gap between him and the others, so he chose to go it alone.

Zhong Lan muttered to himself: "In this way, the main god has the right to send missionaries into this small world non-stop. If one is gone, then another one will be sent in."

And according to Zhao Shenli's description, if a missioner deviates from the main mission in this small world for half a year, then the main god will judge him as missing and send someone back in.In this way, the idea of ​​sending everyone to Qingci Temple may not work.

Everyone has the same task - to kill Zhong Lang.

As long as Zhong Lang survives, he will always be a big boss driven by the Lord God, constantly attracting taskers.

Wen Yao turned to look at Zhong Lan.The latter's expression was incomparably dignified, his eyelashes were half drooping, and a shadow fell under his eyes.

"If you want to end all of this, I will help you no matter what." Wen Yao looked at Zhong Lan with serious eyes, and asked seriously, "I'm always here."

"And how to end all of this?" Zhong Lang gritted his teeth, and was actually laughed out of anger.

It's fine if Zhou Yi forces him to be emperor, and he's fine with the common people in the world choosing to endure it for a few more years.

But what the Lord God brought to him seemed like an endless ocean. He floated on it in a lone boat, with no end in sight and no hope in sight. He had no tools and could only resign himself to fate. Come, give him a storm, then he will use all his strength to survive, and then wait for the next tease of fate.

endless.

Wen Yao knows what this means to Zhong Lan who only wants to rest.Therefore, his gaze towards Zhong Lang is more serious than Zhong Lang's.

However, Zhong Lan was not hurt.He slowly raised his head, stretched out his hand to support his side face, his long hair was hanging down the side of his face, and his eyes were a bit dim.

He was angry.

Wen Yao thought to himself.At least Zhong Lang wouldn't get angry when he was rambunctious before. To be able to piss off a temper like Zhong Lang's, this master god's ability is really great.

"I'm going to end this."

"Any clue?"

Zhong Lan was slightly startled.He remembered that after he entered this small world, he lost contact with the main god, and his memory might have been tampered with. Is there any way to get back to the past?

"The only way is... a dream." Zhong Lan whispered.

The scene he dreamed when he had a headache attack was probably his last connection with the past world.

He told Wen Yao about the specific dream.

Wen Yao frowned: "According to what you said, you don't have dreams every time you have a seizure. What traces can you find?"

"I only had two dreams." Zhong Lang recalled carefully, "Before I met you, I was sick but never dreamed; after I met you, I only had dreams a few times."

The few times he had dreams had a common feature, that is, when he fell ill, he was almost inseparable from Wen Yao, not only staying together, but even making intimate moves.

Although they don't dream every time they get sick and intimate, they almost look at each other, as if they got a common answer.

"Try?"

There are traces of Zhong Lang's illness.When the twelfth lunar month comes, the headache will disappear soon.

Covered in silver, the rivers of Xinguo were frozen.Although it is located in the northwest, Xin Guo's red lantern banquet this time followed the tradition of the Nanqiong period.Small boats made of red oil paper floated on the river, one after another, like red flowers frozen in the ice.

One day, Zhong Lang almost fainted in the court hall and overturned the table case.When Wen Yao heard the news, he immediately got up and went to Shengyun Palace.

Zhong Lang had a sudden seizure in front of everyone in the morning.The ministers were all waiting outside the hall, all anxious.Li Quan knew about Zhong Lang's situation, so he stood outside the door and explained to them, telling them not to worry.

But most of these ministers are scholars, so they are inevitably somewhat pedantic, and they still shake their heads repeatedly: "The health of the Eucharist is the foundation of the country, so don't be careless. If you can't be cured by too much medicine, then go to the world to search for magical medicine and folk remedies. There is always a way."

Li Quan shook his head again and again: "The slave knows, the slave will order someone to go..."

He was sweating profusely from being blocked by the minister, his eyes were wandering, and suddenly he saw the figure in red in the distance trembling.

"People are coming! Your Majesty is doing well!"

All the ministers turned their heads and saw the figure as bright and strong as his clothes approaching.

In the past few months, most of them have heard about the green head card, and they all showed embarrassment.However, the reaction among ministers has also been mixed.

Some ministers were born in Nanqiong, and they followed Wen Yao all the way through Nanxin, Luoguo to the current Xinguo, so they naturally knew that face.Some ministers from the Xin Kingdom also knew about it.However, many of those present were civil servants recruited from other small countries or Yan, and they had never seen Wen Yao's face on the battlefield.

With such a flirtatious face, their first reaction is that they are male favorites.

Then someone asked: "Eunuch Li, is this the person you mentioned who came to help His Majesty treat his illness?"

"Yes, that's him." Li Quan happily pushed away the wall of people, pulled Wen Yao panting, and then helped him pass through the siege of the ministers, pushed him behind the door, and then wiped his sweat.

"Such a male favorite..."

The minister from the Luo country next to him stared straight at his eyes and coughed again and again: "What are you talking about?"

The two groups of ministers looked at each other.

The one on the left: "Show affection, even recover from illness, you are worthy of your Majesty."

The one on the right: "How can there be a male pet to treat illnesses."

There was silence outside.

Finally, a young courtier who half understood, half understood said: "So, the identity of Luo Guojun died, and people entered Xin Guojun's harem?"

Only then did the ministers on the right understand, and they all made faces of horror.

The minister on the left had a look of surprise.

"This, this, this," the ministers on the right were numb, "what's going on here?"

Isn't Luo Guojun a famous tyrant?Isn't it Yan Luo with the jade face, who acts vigorously and resolutely, and who must be punished?

This is not reasonable.

Wen Yao closed the door tightly.

The main hall is one room within another, and when you go to the depths, the noise from outside can no longer be heard.

Zhong Lan clutched the pillow, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his black hair was tied into a bun, but his temples were already scattered.He gritted his teeth and opened his eyes slightly.There was no consciousness in his eyes, only the subconscious mind, remembering that he had made an agreement with Wen Yao.

Wen Yao sat by his bed, bent down, and stared into his eyes.

"Your Majesty, don't attack me."

Zhong Lan was in a daze and didn't respond.Suddenly, he bit his lower lip and hummed nasally.

Wen Yao slowly leaned down and hugged him.However, after only a short while, Zhong Lan lost control again, not remembering that he had promised him just now, he immediately opened his mouth and bit Wen Yao's shoulder fiercely.

A faint smell of blood lingered between the two of them.

"Your Majesty, you have breached the contract." Wen Yao whispered softly, turned his head, and bit Zhong Lan's ear, "Breached the contract, what should I do?"