I'm a killer with no emotions

King Pingnan came to the emperor this time to bid farewell.

According to his words, he was tired of the emperor's face and wanted to return to the fief to wash his eyes.

The emperor was so angry that he couldn't beat or scold him, and he didn't want to let him go, so he locked him in his bedroom and grounded him.

Ning Zhe didn't quite understand the entanglement between their brothers, but the emperor was caught by King Pingnan, so he didn't have time to bother him and Yunlan anymore.

Huo Chen's army had set off for more than three days, and it was almost outside the Weishui Pass.

That day, Yunlan had just come out of the Xingxing Pavilion with him in his arms, when he saw the emperor rushing over, with a serious expression on his face, he said: "Alan, it's not good, the North Conquering Army was ambushed at Weishui Pass and suffered heavy losses. Now the people are full of complaints, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to appease the people in the past few days.”

Yun Lan tightened her fingers and said seriously: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will cooperate with Your Majesty."

The emperor got his consent, thanked him hastily, and hurriedly passed him into the Xingxing Pavilion, presumably to go to the high priest to discuss a solution.

Ning Zhe noticed that Yunlan was a little nervous, and subconsciously cut his nails close to his palm, touched his hand, and rubbed his arm comfortingly.

Yun Lan came back to her senses, lowered her head and smiled at him, "I heard that His Royal Highness has formed an alliance with a mysterious person, the high priest should not find out, as long as we act carefully."

Ning Zhe let out a "huh".

Qingluan was still reckless, the high priest was extremely powerful, even if he had set a trap in advance, it might not be enough to kill this person.

But it doesn't matter, he still has a backhand.

As long as Qingluan can seriously injure the high priest, he can kill him completely.

In order to live safely in the future, he will not be soft this time.

Ning Zhe thought to himself, closed his eyes and found a comfortable position in Yunlan's arms and fell asleep.

Yunlan asked the attendant to leave first, and walked slowly on the long street alone with Ning Zhe in her arms.

He was wearing a moon white robe today, his long hair was untied, and fell behind him like a waterfall, his eyes and eyebrows were clear and soft, and he couldn't see any vicious appearance in the future.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him and Ning Zhe, coating them with a layer of warm golden light, with a hint of the tranquility of the years.

Ning Yan watched this scene from a distance, his eyes were as deep as a dark night.

He asked someone to stop Yun Lan.

Yunlan saw the Zonghengge embroidered seal on the passerby's clothes, but she didn't resist.

"My lord, they're here." The man in black took Yun Lan into the pavilion and then withdrew.

Yun Lan squinted her eyes, looking at the handsome man sitting by the window, "Is there something wrong, my lord?"

Ning Yan turned around, "The servant went to the high priest, but the high priest disagreed."

Only then did Yunlan realize that he was talking about taking the cat away.

He sighed, "In that case, I can't help the prince."

Ning Yan stared at him closely, "What does God want?"

Yun Lan didn't understand, "What?"

"Power, wealth, or status above ten thousand? These things, as long as the God wants them, the servants can help the God get them."

Yunlan looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Is the prince bribing me? You misunderstood, I don't want anything..."

Ning Yan suddenly grabbed his collar, and clenched his fist with the other hand, as if he couldn't control the rage in his heart and wanted to strike him.

Yun Lan smiled and looked at him coldly: "What does the prince want to do?"

Ning Yan was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression was violent and terrifying, and he was struggling constantly in his heart.

After a while, he suddenly let go, knelt in front of Yun Lan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, my servant has exceeded the rules."

Yunlan glanced at the cat in her arms.

He slept soundly and showed no signs of waking up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly to Ning Yan: "I was originally just an assassin whom the lord didn't like, and it's normal for the lord not to accept that I'm a god for a while."

He bent down, raised his foot to step on Ning Yan's hand, and crushed it several times.

"But please remember, my lord, from now on, please correct your attitude. When you are in front of me, don't think of yourself as the ruthless lord you used to be."

"Because you are just one of my slaves now."

A cold murderous aura flashed in Ning Yan's black pupils, and he was suppressed by himself, swallowed a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and obeyed in a low voice: "Your servant...understand."

Only then did Yunlan leave with Ning Zhe in her arms.

Ning Yan watched his back from behind, her heart was so dull that she couldn't breathe, her thoughts were like a tangled mess.

He didn't understand how he could suddenly become a God Servant of Lao Shizi, and he didn't even understand what qualifications a person like Lin Yunlan had to be a god.

But the experience of his previous life told him that all this is true.

The appearance of Shangshen, the process of Shangshen creating them, including the ungodly feelings for Shangshen in his heart, everything is true and true.

Ning Yan didn't know for a moment whether the person he loved was Aning, or the god in his heart.

He didn't even know whether he should continue to loathe and hate Yunlan, or serve him as his master and serve him as before.

He couldn't forgive himself for betraying God, but he couldn't be loyal to Lin Yunlan.

Countless emotions surged wildly in his heart, almost driving him crazy.

Ning Zhe didn't know anything about his pain and just slept soundly.

It was Xue and Ling who told him about it. He knew that he met Ning Yan on the way back, but he didn't care, and just asked, "Did he do anything to Yunlan?"

Xue and Aya shook their heads, "No."

"That's good, but Yunlan is his master, so he dare not act rashly."

Xue and Aya opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

He knew how important Lin Yunlan was to Ning Zhe, but he also knew how vicious he was and how cruel he was to Ning Zhe.

To be honest, he didn't understand why Ning Zhe was so tolerant to this Yunlan.

He had asked this question before, but Ning Zhe's answer made him feel powerless.

He said: "Without Brother Yunlan, there would be no Aning who is alive now. All he did was just getting paid. No matter how bad he is, I don't hate him."

Master No. 67 once said that the master's demise was his own fault, and he deserved to be backlashed by his kindness.

Now it seems that perhaps No. 67 has already anticipated this situation.

But it is precisely this kind of master who is the god he longs for in his heart. Compared with the cold, unpopular god in the shrine, he prefers the current master.

So no matter what Ning Zhe wants to do, what he wants to protect, he will always help him, and he will never let him die alone again.

Ning Zhe didn't know what Xue and Ling were thinking.

After he and Yunlan returned to the palace, they saw that the atmosphere in the whole palace became tense. The eunuchs and palace people who came and went to serve all lowered their heads, walked hurriedly, and moved cautiously, lest they be caught in the wrong place.

It is heard that several palace officials have offended His Majesty in front of the palace, they were pulled out and beheaded.

Everyone is in danger at this time.

For the time being, Yunlan Palace is still calm.

It's just that this peace only lasted for one night, and early the next morning, a servant came to convey that His Majesty wanted to see God.

"finally come."

Yun Lan touched Ning Zhe's head and sighed.

"Meow meow." (Don't worry.)

Yun Lan was amused by him and smiled, "Well, don't worry."

The servant waited on him to put on the complicated and elegant robe, and led him to the front court.

Civil and military officials lined up on both sides, and when they saw him coming in, they all bowed their heads to welcome him.

The emperor sat on the dragon chair and patted the newly added soft chair beside him, "Alan, come and do it."

Yun Lan glanced at Ning Yan and the High Priest who were standing at the top of the hundred officials, her eyes should be lowered.

After he sat down, a courtier immediately said angrily: "God please show me, King Dingbei colluded with the enemy, revealed the itinerary of the army, and caused tens of thousands of soldiers to die in the battle of Weishuiguan. What crime should we be guilty of!?"

Yunlan pretended not to know, and asked with a frown, "What's the meaning? King Dingbei is dedicated to the country, how could he do such a thing?"

The veteran stood up, looked in the direction of Ningyan, and said in a cold voice: "The guards have found several secret correspondence with the Tianqi Dynasty in King Dingbei's study. Can there be any falsehoods for the certainty?"

Ning Yan didn't panic, and took a sideways glance, "The handwriting can be faked, and the letter can also be put in by someone else."

"The testimony must be true! The confidants of the lord personally admitted the crime of having an affair with the Tianqi dynasty, how can we deny it?"

Ning Yan sneered, "This king has never had any cronies, the person you arrested is just a spy planted in the palace."

"My lord really knows how to argue!"

The old minister wanted to say more, but the emperor raised his hand to stop him, "Aiqing, let's go back first, we will discuss the matter of King Dingbei later, and the most important thing right now is to defeat the powerful enemies outside the Weishui Pass first."

"Besides, how can the prince's contribution be spared in the matter of marching and fighting? I believe that the prince is innocent and will definitely protect the people of Dayue for me. Isn't the prince right?"

The emperor looked at Ning Yan with a smile, and his words were flattering and threatening, sending Ning Yan to the forefront of the storm.

Ning Yan was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Yun Lan, and then his gaze fell on Ning Zhe again. After a long pause, he said, "Since Your Majesty has said so, I would like to ask you to lead the army and assist General Huo in repelling the enemy."

The emperor laughed with satisfaction, and was about to agree, when he heard him say again: "But I still have a request, and I want to ask God to grant it."

The emperor was a little hesitant, Yun Lan said: "My lord, tell me."

"This king wants to invite God to go with him to appease the soldiers."

The emperor also looked at Yunlan.

He asked Yunlan to come over for this purpose, but he didn't expect Ning Yan to bring it up first.

But that's good too, save time when Alan gets upset and blames him.

Yunlan knew what he was thinking, and deliberately pretended to be difficult, "I'm afraid it won't work."

"how?"

Yun Lan touched Ning Zhe, leaned closer to the emperor's ear and whispered: "Ning Ning likes the high priest very much, if he leaves the high priest for too long, he might cause trouble."

The emperor was taken aback, and looked down at Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe blinked his big eyes cooperatively, looking very pitiful.

The emperor cursed in his heart, and then heard Yunlan remind in a low voice: "The high priest is proficient in the magic circle, if the high priest can accompany him...it must be a great help to General Huo."

The emperor's heart was moved, and he glanced at the man in white who stood quietly at the side, but had a strong sense of presence.

This expedition has not been successful, and his reputation among the people has been greatly damaged. If he can recover from the defeat early, he must be able to restore some of his prestige, not to mention that the high priest is always mysterious and difficult to control. If we can take this opportunity to test his strength …

After thinking about it, the emperor issued an order for the high priest and Ning Yan to send Shangshen to the front line together.

The high priest raised his eyes, glanced at Yunlan lightly, and did not refute.

After the court, he appeared on Yunlan's only way back to the palace, standing on the wisteria corridor, looking down at a willow leaf floating with the waves on the river.

When Yunlan saw him, it was too late to dodge.

The high priest walked up to him and said calmly: "You can tell me directly what the master wants to do, you don't need to be so tempting."

Yunlan was silent.

The high priest glanced at the kitten pretending to be dead in his arms, and immediately picked it up, "It has disturbed the master's peace these few days, and made the master worry."

Yun Lan was startled, "What are you going to do to him!?"

The high priest raised his eyes, his expression cold, "Since the master likes it, let's make a master-servant contract with him, and let him recognize his identity, and don't think about things he shouldn't have."

Yun Lan frowned, "What are you talking about? I don't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the high priest had already left with Ning Zhe, "Master, rest well, I will pick you up when we leave tomorrow."

After all, the person has disappeared.

Yun Lan panicked, and blurted out "Ning Ning".

Ning Yan lost his breath and stood behind the rockery, his eyes deepened.

Ning Zhe was brought back to the Xingxing Pavilion by the high priest.

The high priest released the illusion on him, Ning Zhe fell to the ground, the original small size clothes were stretched, and he watched the high priest walking towards him step by step naked.

"I didn't do anything." He raised his hand and looked at him with pursed lips.

Unexpectedly, the high priest did not punish him this time.

He picked up Ning Zhe, walked into the Star Picking Tower, and put him in the bathtub with very light movements.

Ning Zhe was flattered, "Master?"

Is this man bewitched?

The high priest didn't speak, but told him to turn around and loosen his bun.

The long, crow-colored hair fell into the water in an instant and floated away softly.

The high priest held a piece of soap in his slender hand, gently picked up his hair, and rubbed it slowly in the palm of his hand.

Ning Zhe felt a little uncomfortable, turned around and said, "Master, I myself..."

"do not move."

The high priest's voice was faint, and he tapped his back lightly with his fingertips to stabilize his figure.

Ning Zhe was at a loss.

If the high priest treated him harshly, he could still look at him coldly, but he suddenly became gentle, and Ning Zhe didn't know what to say for a while.

This made him couldn't help but think of how this person cared for him before he was a stand-in.

After all, this man also gave him life and saved him.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Master, thank you..."

Before he finished speaking, the High Priest frowned, and said coldly with some disgust, "It's too dirty, how many days have you not bathed?"

Ning Zhe: "..."

Just pretend he didn't say anything.