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

Spring goes and autumn comes, another year.

There are two snowflakes floating outside the window, and winter has just arrived.

"You've become more and more clingy lately." Zhong Lan was wrapped in snow-white fox fur, half lying on the couch.He put down the scroll, raised his head and said lightly.

The young man was dressed in a dark red robe and had meticulous hair. He was writing in front of the desk with a pen in his hand, and only raised his head when he heard a voice: "Is there any?"

"Recently, I have to find a reason to come to Ascending Cloud Palace even to read a book, don't I?"

Wen Yao's Adam's apple twitched slightly: "Your Majesty said yes, then so be it."

Zhong Lang chuckled: "What? Can't bear to bear me?"

The brush hovered in mid-air, dripping two drops of ink.

Zhong Lan got up, walked lightly to the table, lifted up the scroll with his hand, and frowned: "It's a dirty scroll."

Suddenly, there was a crisp crash.Zhong Lan opened his eyes wide, looking at the young man who was almost stuck to his body.He was still holding the scroll with both hands, but his wrists were clenched tightly by Wen Yao's hands.

On the table, the inkstone was swung aside, and the ink dangled inside.

"Wen Yao, you..." Zhong Lan's expression was a little panicked.

"Your Majesty, you have always known what I was thinking, didn't you?" Wen Yao stared into his eyes with incomparable sincerity.

The surprise soon disappeared, and Zhong Lan raised the corner of his mouth: "What? You want to confess your love?"

"No." Wen Yao denied it categorically, his eyes were very clear, like a bottomless deep spring, "I'm not qualified."

"Oh?"

"Your Majesty, wait for me. Wait until I have a chance to confess my love to you." Wen Yao said seriously, "When I have the ability to stay with you until I grow old."

"until old".

These two words seemed to carry all his strength, but they didn't make a splash in Zhong Lan's heart.

Like a normal person, he held the back of Wen Yao's head with one hand, narrowed his beautiful eyes, and said softly and intoxicated, "I'm waiting."

……

The proton returns home.

Wen Yao seized the throne.

The southern dome is like a broken bamboo.

For the next two years, Zhong Lan didn't see Wen Yao.He took his time, day after day.Nan Qiong was like a ferocious beast, rampaging on the road, but no matter how he hit, he couldn't hit Xin Guo.

Until that day, he boarded the tower and looked down at the army spreading across the sky in the distance.The bleak wind messed up his bun and closed his eyes...

He looked at the red-clothed figure in front of the formation, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"It's all very simple."

He handed over the authority of Xin Guo to Wen Yao.After Wen Yao's enthronement ceremony, he tremblingly placed the power of the whole world in front of him, like a hound waiting for a reward from its master.

Because he has no emotions, he plays with the feelings of others without any burden.

So instead of being an elder, he will choose to be the hero's lover, because it is easier to control the hero and let the hero wag his tail in front of him.

In this mission, from the beginning to the end, he has never participated in any wars, no fights, no betrayals, and he has reached the pinnacle of power without any problems.

"You did a good job." Zhong Lan looked at him with tender eyes.He caressed Wen Yao's face, teasing and caressing, watching the emotion in Wen Yao's eyes gradually rise, and then turned into a stronger love, connecting with Zhong Lang more strongly.

Wen Yao approached him, put his hands on his waist, and narrowed his eyes.

However, a finger stood in front of his lips.

Zhong Lang said softly, "Now is not the time to reward you."

"When will it be?"

Zhong Lang gently pushed him away: "Changing Yuan the next year after ascending the throne, you happened to be enthroned at the end of winter and early spring, so the change of Yuan should be about a year later."

Wen Yao was puzzled: "Is this related to changing the Yuan?"

"Changing Yuan, this world will be crowned with His Majesty's mark." Zhong Lan leaned into his ear, his tone was light but seductive, "I will too."

And a year later, he can leave.

Playing with emotions and doing tasks, there is no need to send your body.

Wen Yao's eyes lit up, and he wrote down the agreement seriously and seriously.In the following year, no matter how busy he was, he would sit by Zhonglan every day. When he was moved, as long as Zhonglan hung the corner of his mouth indifferently, he would sit away in a respectful and gentlemanly manner.

……

A year passes quickly.

As the twelfth lunar month comes, the matter of changing the Yuan is also on the agenda.The year number will be changed on New Year's Day, and the ceremony will be held on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

Zhong Lang asked him: "Why is the ceremony held on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month?"

Wen Yao seldom smiled without saying a word, let him guess.

Zhong Lan didn't take it to heart.

Because he happened to be able to complete the task and leave on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

The red lantern banquet in the twelfth lunar month was held as scheduled.In the timeline of this world, Wen Yao's political center has always been Nanqiong, so the capital of Nanqiong has become the capital of the whole world. Although it is cold in winter, small boats made of red oil paper are in the small river in the city. wandering.

His Majesty gave amnesty and allowed the palace people to put red lights in the small river in the palace.

Wrapped in fox fur, Zhong Lan stands in the Zhonghua Pavilion in the courtyard, squinting his eyes and looking down at the red lights floating all over the river.The pavilion is located on the hill of the Royal Garden, with the river at the foot of the Royal Garden.

A boat made of red oil paper drifted here, got caught by the stones around the small mound, and got stuck in the middle.Zhong Lan lowered his gaze slightly, and found that the handwriting on it was very familiar.

"Lantern Festival, will you respond to me?"

There is no signature, but you can guess who wrote it.

There is a tradition in the Red Lantern Banquet. Young people who receive red lanterns at the Red Lantern Banquet in the twelfth lunar month respond to each other by folding a red paper boat and putting it in front of the other party’s door on the day of the Lantern Festival.

Zhong Lan suddenly understood.If the Yuan Changing Ceremony is scheduled for the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, then according to the agreement, they will communicate with each other on the Lantern Festival. Wen Yao is waiting for Zhong Lan's wishes, and also for Zhong Lan's response.

Zhong Lan smiled lightly, turned around and left.

Didn't even pick up the red light.

Suddenly, he paused and looked up at the sky.

"Is it an illusion? Why did it flicker just now?"

He frowned, and his keen intuition reminded him: This mission went too smoothly.

Zhong Lan's expression became serious, his eyes were half-closed, and under the shadow of his eyelashes, his eyes were complicated.

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the day when the mission was completed, there might be a change.

……

The thirteenth day of the first lunar month, in the evening.

The palace is preparing for the ceremony of changing the Yuan Dynasty, and there are people coming and going, busy and lively.

Zhong Lan closed his eyes early and slept in the bedroom, frowning slightly.

A long-lost voice sounded in his ear.

[It has been detected that the survival mission is coming to an end, and the information is being counted for you.At 24 o'clock this evening, the transmission will be carried out on time. 】

He opened his eyes suddenly, and said coldly to the air.

"The previous tasks have never counted information in advance, what are you doing this time?"

The voice of the Lord God did not sound.Zhong Lan got up all of a sudden, scanning around vigilantly.

According to the automatic prompt just now, this task has an extra step of "counting information". What information are they counting?To whom will this information be sent?

Boom boom boom.Wu Yong was outside the door: "Mr. Zhong, your dress has been cut, and the servant is here to ask you to try it on."

"Come in."

Wu Yong led a group of palace people in to try on Zhong Lang's clothes.Zhong Lang was obviously absent-minded, he wouldn't stay in this world until tomorrow morning, so naturally he wouldn't need this dress.

Wu Yong raised his eyes slightly, and took his expression into his eyes: "Mr. Zhong, Your Majesty invites you to have dinner together."

"it is good."

……

In the vast white space of the Lord God, a huge screen played out all of Zhong Lan's actions.The screen is connected to a data cable, and the continuous stream of data and information is gathered into a cloud of insubstantial mist next to it.

"Behavioral data collection is complete——"

The door floating in mid-air continued to order: "Intelligently analyze Zhong Lan's behavior and deconstruct him as an NPC."

"Dididi—analysis completed——"

"Through behavioral analysis, deconstruct Zhong Lang's character and choice tendency, and make him the new protagonist."

There was a faint light on the door, and he looked at the screen and laughed: "Everyone's behavior pattern is inevitable. As long as I collect enough information, I can create a world with you as the protagonist."

The world under it has no way out.

The door smiled fiercely: "Zhong Lan would never think of it. There is no last mission in this world."

It randomly selects one of the worlds as the matrix, lets Zhong Lang enter in the name of "the last mission", records all of Zhong Lang's actions in this world, and generates a brand new book with the theme of wearing a book.

The door—that is, the main god—would not allow anyone to pass through, but it couldn't take the initiative to kill people. Every time it killed one, it would be weakened by one point. Now it has reached a critical point.

This time, he thought of a brilliant method: let the other party go to a mother world, record his smooth customs clearance process, and transform this world into a "second version" with the tasker as the protagonist.

"In this way, you will be able to integrate into this world as a new BOSS and stay here forever." The Lord God looked at the big screen with a satisfied expression.

He will also issue a solicitation order, tempting "you can clear the level after completing this task" to seduce a steady stream of taskers into this "second version". The task is to kill the original "strongest man".

If they fail, it will break the wings of the expert team, and the main god can quickly consume a large number of experts by using one strongest person, because the rest are novices and ordinary people, so there is no need to worry about a second passer appearing in the short term.

If someone succeeds in killing the strongest of the "second version", then he will take his place.The Lord God will use all the data he cleared to revise a world with him as the protagonist, which is the "third version".

"The flow is endless and endless, and no one can escape."

Suddenly, the cloud of white mist issued an alarm: "The construction of the second version is abnormal——"

After all, it was the first attempt, and the Lord God himself had no idea, and was a little displeased: "What's wrong?"

Bai Wu: "Zhong Lan and Wen Yao are on the same front, and their combat strength exceeds the upper limit. The second version is judged as a mission that cannot be cleared. It does not meet the requirements of the small world mission. It is recommended that the main god modify it."

The Lord God cursed secretly.At the beginning, it chose this world for Zhong Lang because it felt that Zhong Lang was ruthless and ungrateful. When encountering this kind of world, it would definitely kill the hero to fight for hegemony.Unexpectedly, Zhong Lan was even more ruthless than he thought—playing with his emotions at will, and actually got to be with Wen Yao.

Lord God: I am not ruthless enough to imagine Zhong Lan's actions.

"Then how to modify it?"

"You can artificially modify the small plot."

The Lord God was angry for a long time, and seemed to have an idea: "Then add a little misunderstanding and let them break up?"

Mist: "Order received. The plot is being revised."

"Adjustments made: change identities, let Zhong Lang admit the wrong male lead; after behavior analysis, Zhong Lang found that the probability of choosing a new vassal after finding out that the strategy was unsuccessful was greater than [-]%, setting up a new character Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi was in line with Zhong Lang's choice all the conditions."

The Lord God breathed a sigh of relief: "Then revise it like this. You form a book with the revised things, and then issue a summoning order."

However, the white mist is not over: "The energy required for the identity adjustment process is beyond my tolerance, please the Lord God to manually modify it."

The Lord God agreed.

Bai Wu: "When will the mother world be closed and the second version restarted?"

The Lord God looked at Zhong Lan's vigilant appearance on the big screen, and sneered: "I am a god of integrity, so naturally I have to wait until midnight."

……

In the main hall, the lights flickered, and the night outside was already dark.

Wen Yao held the wine glass: "What are you waiting for?"

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to call me to have dinner with me. This will make it midnight." Zhong Lan's tone was unconsciously urgent.

Wen Yao didn't know it at all, picked up the wine glass and walked to his side: "You promised me."

"nature."

"But you are going to break your promise."

Zhong Lan's heart skipped a beat, and his already tense nerves made him turn his head to look at Wen Yao very quickly.There was rarely a smile in the latter's dark eyes.

He innocently asked: "What?"

Wen Yao said lightly, "You didn't even notice that there was anything wrong with the dress Wu Yong asked you to try on this afternoon."

that dress?Zhong Lan's mind buzzed.

"That was supposed to be Zhen's dress." Wen Yao pecked his earlobe, "But you didn't even notice that. You didn't even intend to spend the Yuanchang ceremony here."

Zhong Lang turned to Wen Yao in surprise.Why would he test himself at this time?

"I can feel your feelings." Wen Yao raised his hand and placed it on his chest, "I may be wishful thinking."

Zhong Lan's Adam's apple twitched.

He suddenly grabbed his arm, and suddenly turned his head to look at the position of the moon outside the window.No, there is no time.

Wen Yao thought he was guilty of being exposed, so he straightened up expressionlessly.

It's almost midnight.

Zhong Lan's heart hurts badly.

Only then did Wen Yao realize that his expression was wrong: "What?"

Zhong Lan turned to look at him: "If I want to disappear later, remember to hold me and don't let go."

Wen Yao said coldly, "Why do you want me to listen to you?"

"Wen Yao, why don't you believe that I love you?" Zhong Lang knew that there was no time left, and his acting skills became better and better.With a sincere expression, he looked at Wen Yao.

Suddenly, he clutched his heart in pain, and fell down.

Wen Yao subconsciously wanted to hug him, but the surrounding space was distorted.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You..."

Zhong Lan frowned tightly, trying to open one eye.

He couldn't resist the rules, his body began to blur, twist, and get sucked into the vortex.While Wen Yao was surprised, he was subconsciously driven by reluctance to give up, trying to hug him hard.

However, the blurred body passed through like a phantom.

"Damn it." Wen Yao raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Is it because you are destined to leave like this, so you refuse to accept me?"

Zhong Lan was taken aback.Amid all the distortions, he looked at Wen Yao, at Wen Yao's eyes.

What did he get wrong?

Wen Yao was like an extremely happy child, and he laughed selfishly: "You are afraid that I will be sad for your departure, so you are unwilling to give too much, for fear of letting me indulge. You actually love me, right?"

"I..." Zhong Lang didn't know how he felt, so he could only hum in a daze, "Yes, that's right."

For the first time, he felt that such a lie was immoral.

But he can't help it.Because he is an emotionless person.

Suddenly, a solid hand grabbed his wrist.

Wen Yao's face was full of pain, but he still squeezed out a smile: "Look, I can hold you. I am very obedient and will not let go."

He is the BOSS of this world, the master of this world, and he mobilized all his emotions to resist Zhong Lang's disappearance.However, all he could hold was one wrist.

What he was holding was Zhong Lan's blurred spiritual body.Zhong Lan frowned in pain, as if his body was about to be pulled apart.He seemed to have an idea suddenly. In the desperate situation, he put on a calm and cold-blooded expression, bewitching him: "Keep a part of me, no matter what, come to me."

He was also ruthless enough to himself, as soon as he exerted force, the pulled spiritual wrist was directly torn apart, turning into a ball of light and left in Wen Yao's hand.

At the same time, he disappeared from Wen Yao's eyes.

……

[Zhong Lang's memory has been modified. 】

[The timeline has been adjusted. 】

[All NPCs are initialized. 】

[Second version, restart——]

"Your Majesty, the annual banquet is ready. Here is the guest list."

Zhong Lan opened his eyes with a splitting headache, his whole body seemed to be crushed and pieced together.

He felt as if a piece of his soul was missing.He seems to be a perfect circle, invulnerable to swords, invulnerable to poison, unable to be defeated, and will not show any mercy to others.

Without one piece, one would not be absolutely perfect, ruthless and unjust.

"But what does it matter?" Zhong Lan lay down indifferently, "Anyway, he is going to retire soon."

Li Quan stared at Zhong Lan in surprise.

Only then did Zhong Lan come to his senses, and turned his head: "I leave it to you to take care of it. By the way, remember to let those protons who just arrived also participate in the New Year's banquet, they are all poor people."

Li Quan responded, and retreated outside the door before scratching his head.

Your Majesty today is so strange.

At the New Year's banquet, there were staggered cups and cups, and it was very lively.

The protons sat in the corner, thanking Xin Guojun for his generosity and generosity, for giving them the opportunity to sit on the table.

However, Wen Yao in the corner could only drink with his head down.

Wu Yong patted him lightly: "Your Highness, get up quickly and salute Xin Guojun."

Wen Yao hummed, stood up with the crowd, turned his eyes in disdain, and was about to perfunctory, when his eyes met the young man with a sense of demeanor.Time around him suddenly stopped.

He had never seen such a good-looking person.

In the dark, there seemed to be a ball of light surrounding him.

He didn't know that he was in a relationship with him.

I just feel that I seem to have loved him for a long time.

"I heard that Nan Qiong heard about Mr. Yao..."

Wen Yao's heart was beating very fast. For some reason, he felt that the other party would tell him to go up.

Just as he was about to respond, the fake person beside him smiled and answered for him.

That night, when he took the bodhi wood hairpin from Zhong Lang's hand, his fingers touched Zhong Lang's right wrist.As if he had been electrocuted, he hurriedly thanked him, and then fled in a hurry.It's just that there was an extremely familiar feeling in his heart, which could not dissipate for a long time, and he couldn't explain it clearly, but it seemed to be the feeling he had been waiting for.

Maybe it was love at first sight, he thought.

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