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

outside the dream.

The capital is bustling.This is the first unified Spring Festival, and everyone's faces are beaming.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.On the street near the palace, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the gate of the palace.

"what happened?"

"It looks like something big is going on."

"The carriage in the middle is so spacious and beautiful, I have never seen it before. The person sitting in it may be His Majesty."

A guard escorted the carriage very seriously, with a dignified atmosphere, and went straight to the outside of the city gate in a mighty way, raising yellow dust and flying sand all the way to Qingci Temple.

The gate of Qingci Temple was closed tightly, and moss even grew in the cracks of the gate, which looked like it hadn't been touched for a long time.

Sheng Yun got off his horse and knocked eagerly on the door for a while: "Abbot! Abbot! Please open the door. Your Majesty is in trouble!"

A bird chirped from behind the door.In the silence, it seems that the sound of the morning dew can be heard.There was no sound in the carriage.After a long time, they saw that there was no movement in the closed Qingci Temple, and they became more and more anxious.

In the huge carriage, a hand stretched out and opened the gauze curtain.Wen Yao winked at Sheng Yun, who immediately jumped onto the fence and entered in a few strokes, and then the yard was full of chaos, and many people shouted and cursed.

boom--

Xuan Tang held the door angrily, and stared at the people outside: "Why are you so overbearing? I've said it all, all Qingci Temple is clean and does not accept visitors."

Wu Yong said in a deep voice in front of the carriage, "If we rule today, the one who comes here is the most honorable Majesty today."

"Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, what does it have to do with me?" Xuan Tang sneered, "I made it clear before that I will never interfere in the world again."

A stern male voice suddenly came from the carriage: "Do you really think you can survive alone?"

Xuan Tang was taken aback.At the same time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Wen Yao sat in the carriage with a weak figure leaning on his shoulder.

Wen Yao was expressionless: "He went to find the answer."

Xuan Tang ordered Zhong Lang to be carried inside, while the horse team camped outside the temple.

They put the bell on the bed.Xuan Tang turned around and was about to light the incense, but was stopped by Wen Yao.

Wen Yao explained the situation they encountered clearly, and told Xuan Tang that Zhong Lang took the initiative to go to the dream to solve it this time.

"However, in the previous two sleeps, he woke up after only one day of sleep. This time he has not woken up for three days." Wen Yao stood beside the bed, looking at Xuan Tang who was deep in thought, "I know you are from the same place, so Let me ask you, what happened to him?"

Xuan Tang approached, and raised his hand to stroke Zhong Lan's forehead, feeling a scalding heat.

Zhong Lan was disturbed, and he closed his eyes and dreamed in a daze, but the words he said were fragmented.Xuan Tang moved his ears closer, frowned and listened carefully, the more he listened, the more tightly his brows were furrowed.

Wen Yao anxiously asked, "What happened to him?"

"He may have to sleep for a long time." Xuan Tang's voice was very slow, "He is stuck in memory."

"Memory?" Wen Yao repeated the word and looked at Zhong Lan.

Zhong Lan told him that his memory had been tampered with.

Xuan Tang sighed: "He had a long, long dream."

He saw those memories that were originally deleted by the main god.

in a dream.

Zhong Lan, who was in a dream, stayed in his past body, and felt a little strange.This seems to be me, but it's not me.He could feel that he was similar to this "bell" in many ways, but this "bell" was too cold.

Have I ever been like this?

It was too cold to have any emotional fluctuations.

The sun and the moon alternated rapidly outside the window, and the time moved quickly.Little things of no importance in memory are skipped.

creak-

Time resumed, the door opened, and a boy walked in.

He was wearing clean and tidy clothes, no different from ordinary family members.The young and introverted face is already very beautiful. Compared with Wen Yao when he grew up, Wen Yao at this time has a youthful look in his maturity.

He looked at Zhong Lan with vigilant eyes.

Zhong Lan stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Wen Yao lowered his eyes, walked to Zhong Lan's side silently, and let him hold her.Zhong Lan took his hand and looked him up and down.

"My cheeks have bulged a lot, it seems that I have eaten well these days."

Wen Yao didn't open his eyes, and said coldly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking care of me."

Zhong Lan snorted softly, as if he was interested in his reaction.

"Come with me on a spring hunt."

Spring hunting?

Although the mainland is divided into many small countries, the nobles of almost every country have a tradition of hunting.This is also the best time for the eldest son to establish his prestige, and for the bastard and illegitimate son, being rewarded with a chance to hold a quiver behind his back will be considered favored by everyone in the mansion.

Although Wen Yao didn't think that a chance to go to the hunting ground to be humiliated was a kind of favor, but he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You are the eldest son in Nanqiong." Zhong Lan got up, as if saying something very common, "Go to the hunting ground."

"Yes." Wen Yao's expression appeared in a trance for a moment.

Although after his mother died, his father would never ask him to go hunting with him again.

"Then I will assume that you understand all the etiquette and process. Go back and prepare well."

Zhong Lan sat in the main seat, holding a teacup to watch the boy turn and leave.His gait is calm and unhurried, but he is a teenager after all, and he can't suppress the turbulence and trance of his emotions.

In order to show the demeanor of a big country, Xin Guo has always invited envoys from small countries in Spring Hunting.

In the original book, during this spring hunt, Nanqiong sent the second son of Wen Yao's stepmother to accompany the mission.The second son is very much loved in Nanqiong, and is considered by many caring people to be the best candidate for the next monarch. This trip to Xin Kingdom also has the meaning of Nanqiong Lord showing his favor and flattery.

Xin Guo's carriage was the most magnificent and spacious, and one of them was the most gorgeous.

Wen Yao sat inside with his hands on his knees, his back straight and motionless.His eyes fixed on the tip of his nose, motionless.

Zhong Lan sat side by side with him, holding a teacup, leisurely.He glanced at Wen Yao lightly, and said softly, "Don't be nervous."

Wen Yao raised his head, but didn't turn to look at Zhong Lan: "I'm not nervous."

"Don't be nervous, then what are you doing so far away from me?"

"..."

Almost half of Wen Yao's body was stuck against the wall of the carriage.He glanced at Zhong Lan lightly, and sat a little in the middle.

A horse neighed nearby.

Zhong Lan smiled: "It's your younger brother who came to greet me."

Wen Yao's eyes suddenly darkened, and he didn't say anything.They were both legitimate sons, one was reduced to a proton, and the other went on an envoy in the open and aboveboard surrounded by thousands of people. If Zhong Lang hadn't said that he would take him with him, he wouldn't even be able to enter this occasion.

Outside the carriage, Li Quantong said: "Your Majesty, Prince Nanqiong, Wen Zhao, has an audience."

"Go, accompany me down." Zhong Lan turned his head, "Accept your brother's audience."

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Yao's eyes, but Zhong Lang had already got off the car, so he had no choice but to follow.

Wen Zhao's facial features are somewhat similar to Wen Yao's, but he is very fat, and his chin and legs are rich and sensual.When he saw Zhong Lang getting off the car, his eyes lit up, and he put on the flattery and flattery that he thought he was smart and bowed down.

"Nanqiong Wenzhao pays homage to Lord Xin."

The pair of patterned dragon boots didn't stop, as if they didn't see him, they walked aside.Wen Zhao paused in his heart, before he could raise his head, he heard a male voice casually.

"Help me."

Who is this sentence said to?Wen Zhao was slightly puzzled, but he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly.I saw another pair of feet coming down from the carriage, and that person seemed to be held stiffly by Xin Guojun, but because of the position, it stopped right in front of him.

Who did I worship?

Wen Zhao couldn't help it, he raised his eyes quietly, and suddenly, he was in the same place.

The useless son of the empress he looked down upon, that young man who was sent to Xin Guo as a proton, humbled into the dust, was looking at him coldly.

Wen Zhao got up subconsciously: "Why..."

Suddenly, Zhong Lan said: "I haven't asked His Highness Wen Zhao to die yet? Is this the elder, and that's how Nan Qiong handed over to the prince?"

Wen Zhao was taken aback.Even if Nan Qiongjun himself came, he could only greet Zhong Lang with a smile and stand behind him, how could he dare to offend Zhong Lang?

He hurriedly bowed down to Zhong Lan: "Wen Zhao was wrong, please forgive Xin Guojun."

Zhong Lang ignored him, turned to Wen Yao and said, "I'm going to talk to the envoy of Liang Guo. His Highness Wen Zhao seems very remorseful, and wants to pay half an hour to repent. You are here to suffer for me. let's go."

A smile finally appeared on Wen Yao's always cold face, and he nodded: "Of course."

The slightly cold wind blows in spring.Everything became silent.

Wen Zhao's head was covered with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to get up, and saluted with both hands in front of his forehead with a distorted face.And the son of the abandoned queen whom he despises the most, surrounded by many servants of the Xin Kingdom, looked at him coldly, stood where he was, and looked at him like a superior.

"Wen Yao..." The anger in Wen Zhao's heart gradually grew, and he finally couldn't hold it back, his voice distorted, and he even wanted to tear his skin apart, "You, a thing that has no one to discipline you, you are acting like a tiger!"

"Yes, I am a fox pretending to be a tiger." Wen Yao was unmoved by this kind of provocation. Suddenly, the eyes that Zhong Lan glanced at him when he left flashed in his mind, and a different kind of throbbing arose in his heart, "But I am People of Xin Guojun, you don't accept the power he gave me?"

A spring breeze blows.

In the distance, Zhong Lang turned his face slightly, and glanced in their direction from the corner of his eye.

He happened to catch a pair of eyes, which were covering up his peeping eyes.

He evoked a predictable smile.

……

Time flies, and a year has passed in the palace.

He hired a teacher for Wen Yao to teach him reading and martial arts.Wen Yao cherishes these things more than anyone else, and grows rapidly.He even asked Zhong Lang to let him go to the army for training incognito, but Zhong Lang considered his status and didn't want him to be too far away from him, so he refused, but agreed to let him go to the imperial palace for training.As a result, half a year later, he concealed his identity and became a small captain.

Zhong Lang was afraid that he would have to take root in Xin Guo's army if he continued to develop, so he immediately asked him to come back.

"Your Majesty, I return to the palace to greet you."

Incense wafts from the house.The voice of the superior is lazy but calm.

"come in."

Hearing his voice, the young man's calm and sharp face showed a bit of ecstasy and uncontrollable ecstasy, and he even raised his feet faster.

Inside the room, a golden-patterned black robe was facing away from him, standing in front of the map and thinking.

"Your Majesty." Wen Yao stood behind him.

Zhong Lan turned his head, very slowly, his eyes half-closed, warm and kind, without any flaws.He stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's cheek, feeling the boy's momentary stiffness and uneasiness when he accepted his touch.

"Come back, don't leave."

The young man was always sharp and sharp outside, but now he hummed in a daze as if he had lost his soul.

"There is only less than a year left. You are going back soon, and you can only stay with me for another year." Thin lips spat lightly, and fingers slowly rubbed.

"Only one year left..." Wen Yao suddenly woke up, his pupils narrowed, and he looked at the map behind Zhong Lan.

A year later, he was still Nan Qiong's unfavorable prince; and he was still the king of a great country.

"I..." Before the second half of the sentence came out, Wen Yao swallowed it back.He seemed to calm down suddenly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Zhong Lan asked curiously, "What?"

"It's nothing."

I want to one day possess you openly and squarely.

loving You.

Zhong Lan in the dream is like a bystander, living in the same body as himself.

At first, he was very curious about Wen Yao who looked like a teenager.Immediately afterwards, he realized that this might be the direction in which bag swaps and double misunderstandings did not occur.

If he transmigrated into the first original book and everything went according to the original book, this would be a perfect plan and a perfect result.

But later, Zhong Lan looked at the world with the eyes of a bystander, but his heart became colder and colder.

Looking at the enthusiasm in Wen Yao's eyes, he knew that the boy's ambition and love were all under control.

"Zhong Lan" fully accepted the young man's love, and then gave a little extra from his fingers, luring the other party to keep moving forward.

"Zhen will wait for you." He narrowed his eyes and said to Wen Yao, smiling just right.

Only you know.

He never had a heart.

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