The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The next day, Wen Yan woke up naturally after falling asleep. She didn't sleep too late last night, and she didn't feel tired after staying up all night after waking up.

Qian Chun came in to serve, neatly sorting out the housework of the little prince who was still a little confused.

When Wen Yan's bewildered face was stimulated by the water, he immediately became sober.She glanced at Dazuo Tianguang outside the window, "He's gone?"

Qian Chun held the tray and took the handed towel, "No, General Luo is still in the backyard."

Wen Yan was surprised for a moment. At this moment, she thought Luo Hanjue had already left, but she didn't expect that he hadn't left yet.Then I asked again: "Has she eaten too early?"

"No, the general declined, saying that he was waiting for the prince to have dinner together." Qian Chun saw the surprised and embarrassed master in front of him, and slowly replied with a smile in his eyes.

Wen Yan stopped talking, and his subordinates speeded up the movement of dressing. Qianchun naturally understood what Wen Yan meant, and the two cooperated tacitly. When the maid saw Wen Yan's back disappearing on the path to the backyard, she turned and went After the kitchen.

The man in charge of the spoon saw Qianchun coming, as if seeing a savior, he leaned over and asked anxiously: "Miss Qianchun, my breakfast has been returned again, it has been reheated several times, and the taste is not good Yes. Does the guest still want breakfast?"

There was a smile on Qianchun's face, her gentle face made people feel good about her, now the cook heard her calm and calm tone, and his mood eased a lot.

"It's okay, you can just dispose of the one just now. His Highness is already awake, and it will be fine to make two more later."

"Ah? Two servings? This... means His Highness wants to eat too?" The cook couldn't help but ask, no wonder he was curious and talkative, after all, His Highness never missed the time for breakfast, let alone this hour, which was neither too early nor too late. , is also considered embarrassing.

The head maid's smile remained unchanged, "Your Highness will have dinner with the guests later."

The cook nodded and went to work. He didn't think much, he just sighed in his heart, "His Royal Highness is finally willing to eat breakfast again one day." With this inexplicable relief, the man was ready to show his unique skills, determined to make Both the guests and His Majesty are satisfied.

Here Wen Yan stepped into the Mei Pavilion in a hurry, and she walked over the many withered plum trees. Although this pavilion was named Mei, many peach trees were planted on a whim in previous years.

Now is also the time when the peach blossoms are at their best. They are shining brightly, and the flowers in the courtyard are swaying with the wind. As she walks along, little pink petals are flying all over the sky.Replacing the old with the new, the vibrant peach blossoms also overcome the bleakness of the winter plums.

Before going too far, Wen Yan heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the wind. She stopped, and the branches on the side hung down. It made her face more bloody.

The flamboyant and beautiful eyebrows and eyes are more eye-catching than the pink clouds all over the sky.Even the system couldn't tell for a while whether to go to see the stunning scenery or to see the stunning scenery full of courtyards.

But after a while, Wen Yan stepped up to search there.

In the depths of the peach blossom forest, there is a shadowy figure, dancing swords with the wind, appearing and disappearing from time to time, as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

An ancient book once said: The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

Wen Yan put down his footsteps, and the flowing light of the sword in the air, streamer of light flickered like a scimitar shining on the moon, but the murder weapon was reflected in a pair of glazed eyes, but it was as clear as it was.

The abrupt onlookers didn't make a sound to disturb the magnificent scene, the girl just found a lush peach tree and leaned quietly, watched for a while, and sighed and admired spontaneously from her lips.

"It's... really beautiful."

It was an admiration without restraint.

In Luo Hanjue's sword dance, there is no stereotyped trace of one move or one style. The sword holder just moves as he pleases, flowing together with the flying petals, creating a wonderful encounter that's all.

Everything in front of her was no different from the beautiful pictures of beauties she often browsed, but Wen Yan subconsciously lowered her breath, for fear of disturbing the person in the painting, and suddenly she realized that she was like the layman who had strayed into the Peach Blossom Land.But she still couldn't take her eyes off it. Although it was a sword dance, the sword dancer was not a maiko with a gentle waist, but a brave and heroic warrior.

It's better that way.Wen Yan just stubbornly felt that Luo Hanjue's attitude was the best.

Under the scorching peach blossoms, the warriors' clothes fluttered, and their sword dances were ethereal, intoxicating.

Luo Hanjue's martial arts is strong, and her internal strength is also quite deep. How could it be impossible for her to know that someone came in? She could tell the sound of footsteps clearly.You don't need to look specifically, you know it's Wen Yan coming.Others only know that her spear skills are the best in the world, but few people know that Luo Hanjue's most handy weapon is the sword known as the Lord of Hundred Soldiers.

Luo Hanjue thought, others really don't know, and he only occasionally did this when he was a teenager, so he danced his sword to distract him.

I have had the habit of waking up early to practice martial arts all year round. I wanted to practice boxing, but someone brought me a sword, so I followed the trend. After thinking this way, Luo Hanjue's footsteps moved lightly, staggered and orderly, and finally made a neat move Stab, spit out the turbid air in the chest, flipped the wrist, and retracted the sword back into its sheath neatly.

The movements are clean and neat, and the whole set is very complete, and the system will give it [-] points!

Seeing the beauty in front of him withdraw her sword, Wen Yan spoke out, drawing his tone as if admiring: "The general's sword dance is very good, I am honored to see it. It seems that I am very lucky today."

Seeing that the person in front of her was still dry and refreshed, and her breath was no different from her own, Wen Yan felt that Luo Hanjue's martial power was exquisite and profound, but what remained in her heart was more emotion and admiration, and no other thoughts.

Luo Hanjue raised his eyebrows humbly: "It's the minister who made an ugly show. It's an honor to be appreciated by the prince with just three tricks."

Before Wen Yan could open his mouth to object, Qian Chun's voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Your Highness, General, the servant has brought the breakfast, can I eat now?"

When Qianchun arrived, Wen Yan swallowed his words, and she also remembered that Luo Hanjue was waiting for her to have breakfast, and with this incident, Wen Yan felt a little uncomfortable, so he looked away, Xiao The prince let Qianchun come in loudly, it was quite a distance from here to the restaurant, he simply asked the servants to tidy up the courtyard, and settled it on the round table in the courtyard.

After the servants made arrangements, they walked out of the courtyard, leaving Wen Luo and the others behind.

Wen Yan sat down, looked at the woman who was still there, and urged: "What are you still standing there for, come over for dinner."

Footsteps sounded from behind, the visitor didn't walk towards the opposite side of Wen Yan, and finally stopped at Wen Yan's side.

— very close.

Wen Yan withdrew her eyes from looking at the pastry, turned her eyes to the side, and looked at the woman.

The beauty with black hair and snow skin slowly raised her hand and reached out to her.

Liu Qing held her breath in the dark and worked secretly, if there were any changes, she would strike at any time.

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong with the general?"

Luo Hanjue didn't answer.

Wen Yan watched the white fingertips getting closer to her calmly, just like the wine shop that day.

She was naturally not afraid of what Luo Hanjue would do to her, not to mention that if something happened to her in the palace, the hidden guards would spread the news to the palace immediately, and at the same time the palace would be completely surrounded.

Even if they are kidnapped by thieves, there is a death order in the dark guard room, no matter who the kidnapped are, they are not allowed to keep their hands.Wen Yan had explained it long ago, and everything after that will follow Wen Zibo's arrangement.

So Wen Yan has no scruples, everything is man-made, even if it ends one day, she will surely die willingly.

She was never afraid of death.

The people sitting on the seats and the people standing were silent, but Wen Yan's neck was a little sore, the sun piercingly covered the expression on Luo Hanjue's face, she hadn't looked up at people from a low position for a long time, this feeling was overwhelming It gave her a long-lost novelty.

The girl blinked, she thought of Luo Hanjue who was sitting behind the sugar painting booth, that's how she looked at her back then?

Then gently, the hand fell.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Yan was pressed in her hair with her hand, she poked her neck in dissatisfaction, just as she asked, her eyes were covered with white snow.

Luo Hanjue's robe was loose, not her usual style of binding her hands. As soon as the woman raised her hand, the cuff slowly slid down, and a shadow covered Wen Yan's line of sight, making it difficult for people to see her movements clearly.Wen Yan's long eyelashes were fine and close, just passing across a piece of skin, and the skin on Luo Hanjue's wrist was so white that it was almost transparent, revealing blue veins.

Wandering around carefully, Wen Yan's eyes probed deeper into his sleeves, but unfortunately nothing was clear.

Wen Yan could smell the common incense in his house just a short distance away. It wafted from Luo Hanjue's wrist, and it should have been on it last night.

With this realization, the corners of the girl's mouth turned up when she was pressed on the seat, and she laughed a few times.

But she really couldn't control it.

Soon, Luo Hanjue withdrew his hand from the tip of his hair.

"It should have been windy just now, and it fell on His Highness's head." Luo Hanjue said softly.

"I don't intend to offend you. If you offend His Highness, I will apologise."

Wen Yan looked at the pink petal between Luo Hanjue's fingers, it turned out to be to pick off the peach blossom on her head.

"Okay, I talked so much this morning and danced the sword for so long, I didn't see you tired, and this king was not tired before. Now listening to your two words, this king can hardly eat this kind of food. table."

Wen Yan pretended to be impatient, "This king's table is delicious, if you don't move your chopsticks, it will almost become a lunch meal, eat it quickly."

Luo Hanjue answered "Yes" slowly.

The two sat at the same table and began to eat.

Wen Yan is not very picky about food, but she will not be like ordinary princes and ministers who serve all kinds of chicken, duck and fish for breakfast. Her taste prefers folk snacks, and the cook also specially found a few restaurants under her own name. Famous chefs were recruited into the mansion, but Wen Yan didn't like to serve repetitive dishes on the table, so the back chef also changed the pattern of buns, cakes, wontons every day to suit the master's taste.

He usually eats alone, but he and Luo Hanjue had eaten wontons at the same table before, so Wen Yan would naturally be distracted to see how that person was eating.

As soon as Wen Yan looked up, he saw Luo Hanjue was only drinking a bowl of shredded chicken porridge in front of her. The porridge was not as good as the warrior's two or three mouthfuls, but the small plate in front of her didn't move much. Wen Yan was naturally dissatisfied, picked it up The serving chopsticks picked up a few pastries for her, put them in a small dish, and pushed them over.

"What's the taste of you just eating porridge. Try it. I spent a lot of money to dig out the craftsmanship of the palace. Don't waste it on me. Don't just look at the point in front of so many good things."

Wen Yan was sandwiching it, and suddenly realized that she was wrong, she pursed the corners of her lips, and said in an arrogant tone: "Don't tell me it's because of the table with me, General Luo has lost his courage, and his appetite is not right anymore Bar."

Luo Hanjue looked at the small plates that were getting higher and higher in front of her. The child was still busy, and she tried hard to let her try every dish with a serious expression. She couldn't laugh or cry.She doesn't like her tongue. In the past, only dry food and water is enough to fill her stomach and carry a weapon. She hasn't eaten food made of fine white flour for a long time.

But Luo Hanjue didn't say anything, looked at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes, and said something gently.

--"it is good"

As long as you give it to me, even if it is poison, I will...

Sweet as sweet.

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Today is not a good day, in terms of the time of entering the palace.

Wen Yan looked outside in a daze, the flower garden outside was filled with rain-soaked begonias, scattered, the drizzle was extremely dense, the foggy sky was full of smoke, it had been raining for a while.

In this way, it was a coincidence that Wen Yan entered the house. As soon as she stepped into the house with her front foot, it started to rain heavily from her back foot.

The tea was cold again, and before Wen Yan could speak, Wang Defu quickly replaced it with a cup of hot tea.

Wen Yan looked down at the erected tea stalks, as if someone said that if you see erected tea leaves, maybe something good will happen.

Wen Yan does not believe in ghosts and gods, but only believes in the sinister human heart. In a place like the imperial palace, where the sun does not shine, there are always pickled things happening frequently, especially when Emperor Liang Wen was alive. , or put medicine in incense to murder pregnant women and emperors.

Until the emergence of the system broke what she had firmly believed in the past, although Wen Yan was so calm and composed at that time, after waking up, she asked the back kitchen to make more sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

— used to suppress shock.

No one in the room made a sound, and the maids and eunuchs stood everywhere with low eyebrows, as quiet as if there was only the sound of rain falling between the sky and the earth.

Wen Yan is waiting for someone now. He has just been to Chuxiu Palace to visit the Empress Dowager. It is still the same, nothing has changed. After saying goodbye to the Empress Dowager, she did not leave the palace as usual. Wen Yan asked Wang Defu to tell the emperor to wait for him.

But she didn't expect Wen Zibo to be so slow, but Wen Yan had nothing to do in the emperor's bedroom, so he just waited and watched the rain, which was quite interesting to her.

After another quarter of an hour, Wen Yan still didn't feel anxious, because watching the rain was an interesting thing for her.

She doesn't like being boring, but in the past when it rains, Wen Yan will sit all day long. Others don't know what to think about the rain. Not only that, Wen Yan also likes the sound of rain, enjoying every drop of rain The sounds made on all things always have a different sense of rhythm in her ears. Sometimes Wen Yan would lie on the soft couch in the study and listen to the pattering rain quietly. Fall asleep unconsciously.

However, she also found that the people around her didn't like rain very much. Wen Yongning and Wen Zibo would always frown annoyed when they saw the rain. Interested to go.

Recalling the situation at that time a little leisurely, Wen Yan took a sip of the fragrant bitter tea and looked at the begonias outside that had been beaten to pieces.

Well, another piece has fallen, if it continues, this flower will become bald.Wen Yan stared at the few petals left, and imagined a bare "commander with a bare rod" standing upright.

Listening to the master's laughter, Wang Defu thought in his heart that His Highness Wang An seemed to be in a good mood today.

Time passed little by little, and finally, the sound of footsteps walking around came from the door.

"Squeak—" the door of the bedroom opened, Wen Zibo walked into the inner room and patted the little raindrops on his body, Wang Defu stepped forward to take off the emperor's outer coat, handed him clean clothes and towels, and quickly wiped himself off. Clothes that shed moisture.

After everything was ready, Wen Zibo sat down in front of Wen Yan, the prince served a cup of hot tea, and obediently withdrew.

Wen Yan watched Wen Zibo take a sip of hot tea slowly, put down the cup, and then asked, "How is Brother Huang?"

"As usual, nothing special." Wen Zibo's expression was indifferent, his tone was cold, and Shu Lang's brows seemed to be clouded by mist, which was as dark as the sky outside.

Wen Yan saw that the clothes on Wen Zibo's body were wet from the rain just now, so he changed them when he entered the house, and the soles of his shoes were still a little bit muddy and dirty. On such a heavy rainy day, he didn't take a sedan chair, so it looked like he had walked for a while After considering the distance, I spoke: "Just now I went to Chuxiu Palace to see the Empress Dowager. Coincidentally, the Empress Dowager told me that I will arrive soon after the emperor's brother left."

"Oh."

As soon as Wen Zibo spoke, he felt that his tone was too cold. He pursed his lips and softened his tone: "Well, there is something I wanted to wait for you to deal with first."

Seeing that Wen Zibo didn't want to continue talking, Wen Yan changed the topic and talked about other things. While talking, he saw that Wen Zibo's face was not as tense as before, and his hostility was not as strong as before. Should have relaxed.

Let's cut to the chase.

Wen Yan considered his words for a while, "Brother Huang, have you heard some recent rumors in Beijing?"

Hearing this sentence, Wen Zibo glanced at the usual Wen Yan: "What's the matter, if it's about Shihui and the sons of the Pang family and Lu family being imprisoned by the prince a few days ago? That's something I've heard. " Seeing Wen Yan nodding, the emperor said again: "I also heard about this. You and Wen Yongning were both present at that time?"

"Yes, I went out with Wen Yongning that day, and happened to meet General Luo that day, and the servants beside Wen Yongning stopped those villains from doing evil things, and Wen Yongning sent him to a dark prison after uttering wild words. "Wen Yan summed up the conflict that day in a few sentences, but she was vague about what happened with Luo Hanjue, and it's not impossible to say it, but Wen Yan didn't think it was necessary.

But Wen Yan still mentioned Luo Hanjue. She looked at the expression of the person in front of her and quietly measured it.

"Have you met Luo Hanjue?"

Knew it……

Wen Yan did not miss Wen Zibo's instantly familiar tone and complex expression when he mentioned Luo Hanjue. The usually majestic emperor suddenly collapsed. It can be said that it is as rare as heaven and earth.

Wen Yan's conjecture was true. The relationship between Luo Hanjue and Wen Zibo should not be simple. After all, it was not limited to the usual relationship between monarch and minister.

Wen Yan had speculated early on that she had read a lot of information on the dark web these days. Three years ago, or even before that, she and Wen Zibo were in a difficult situation, and they were planning to seize the throne. She didn't remember Luo Hanjue ever showing up , Luo Hanjue was almost on the battlefield at that time.

So, did these two people know each other three years ago?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Yan didn't know where the discomfort came from. Wen Yan countered the sharpness of his back teeth, and his brows were restored before they could even tighten their brows.Her ability to regulate emotions has always been very good, Wang An calmly suppressed the various speculations that came out of his mind, and then seemed to mention it inadvertently.

"Yes, it just so happened that there was also General Luo's cousin in that group of people, and General Luo sent her back later."

Wen Zibo frowned at first, but when he heard that there were female family members, "This cousin can't be Luo Wenshan's daughter."

Except for Luo Hanjue's branch, she was the only one left in the Luo family, and Luo Yunjiao was the only other woman of the same generation in the Luo family.

Wen Yan nodded slightly, "She was also the woman who was 'in the limelight' at the poetry meeting that day."

Wen Zibo snorted coldly: "I have no talent and no morals, and I don't know how Luo Wenshan can teach. Just like this, I still have the face to hand in the memorial and recommend his daughter to participate in the draft."

Hearing the disgust in Wen Zibo's tone, Wen Yan knew that Luo Yunjiao's way into the palace was completely cut off.The woman Wen Zibo hates the most is the same as Concubine Yu back then, the type who is arrogant and unaware, causing trouble everywhere.

A familiar voice also sounded in the mind. "Very good, master, the transformation of the world variable is over halfway, and as long as Luo Yunjiao doesn't show any more sloppy things, the world line can recover to a certain level on its own."

Wen Yan communicated with the system, "The last time Luo Yunjiao appeared with that group of people, it shouldn't be that simple." Recalling Luo Yunjiao's expression when she saw her, she was more nervous than fearing that she would appear in front of her again What should be the rest, thinking of the group of dandies at that time, Luo Yunjiao hid behind a man time and time again.

If she remembers correctly, the man's hand was around Luo Yunjiao's waist at that time, and the unmarried female relatives behaved so intimately with a man in public. During Liu Qing's stalking, there were no other men around Luo Hanjue, so That man should be Xu Lei.

If it was someone else, Wen Yan wouldn't look at it a few more times and wouldn't care, but she still hasn't forgotten Luo Yunjiao's peculiar ability. Although nothing in Luo Yunjiao's life is the same as she expected, but she can do Vicious women who do those things will always need more vigilance than fools.

Liu Indigo has almost collected the whereabouts of these two people in the past few days.After returning, ask him to report on what happened in the past few days.

Wen Yan thought, and Xu Lei, this man was able to recognize himself and Wen Yongning's identities at the first time, it seemed that he was not just an ordinary child from an aristocratic family, thinking that the man who looked embarrassed that day ran away in a hurry like a bereaved dog.

Wen Yan's eyes were dark, there were so many coincidences in this world.

Wen Zibo took a sip of tea and stopped thinking about those unhappy people. Unlike Wen Yan, he didn't like drinking bitter tea. Wang Defu served him a cup of scented tea, and took a sip of hot tea to dispel the moisture from the rain just now .

The emperor looked gently at the juicy Chinese cabbage in front of him that had been raised for many years, and sighed secretly that he had finally come to this point.On the day when Wen Zibo summoned Luo Hanjue, Luo Hanjue said that she already knew about Wen Yan's amnesia, thinking of that person's expression at that time.Wen Zibo had a headache, that expression definitely did not mean to give up.

It seems that he will not let go.

Looking at the younger sister in front of him, the emperor thought complicatedly that his own cabbage would be overwhelmed by other people's cabbage after all. However, in the end, it was his own cabbage who teased others first. Thinking of Luo Hanjue's eloquent words that day, he felt sympathy for her. For a moment, I hope Ah Yan will not be overwhelmed by Luo Hanjue.

The Luo family will never let go of the people they believe in.Luo Yebing was like this back then, his daughter was even better than blue.

Unknowingly, the sound of the rain outside was too weak to be heard.

Wang Defu pushed open the closed window, opened the roller blind, and the moist air after the rain floated in.

The cold and silent sky in the past, under the washing of the rain, is so clear that it is endless.

Luo Hanjue stood still, looking at a small yellow flower growing from the corner of the street. The petals were wet, and the flower looked sluggish, but fortunately, it hadn't been scattered in the heavy rain.

A male voice came from next to my ear, "General Luo, please come here."

Luo Hanjue put away the umbrella, shook off the rainwater from the opened umbrella, and continued to follow the pace of the man not far away without making a sound.

She walked into a secluded mansion alone.

Being led into the inner room, the room was inexplicably dark, but the coldness of the rain did not seem to infect any place inside, instead it was warm.But the chill in Luo Hanjue's eyes did not subside.

The atmosphere was silent, Luo Hanjue looked ahead, his thoughts racing.

There is a person on the throne.

It was this man who spoke first:

"General..., so many times, but finally I'm looking forward to you."

Luo Hanjue said indifferently, "I've invited you over and over again, with such great kindness, if you don't come again, wouldn't it just be a blow to your face?"

"Heh—" the man chuckled lightly.

"You're not very old, but your temper is not bad at all. The point of the needle is pointed at the wheat awn. Could it be that the Luo family is so stubborn?" The man probably just woke up, his voice was hoarse, but there was a bit of teasing joke.

But Luo Hanjue didn't think it was funny, she raised her eyes, and poured her cold and sharp aura towards the man, "So?"

"Unhappy?" The man snorted softly, his tone still smiling, "Yes, none of the current Luo family with your temper can compare to you. They are all just a bunch of drunks and fools."

Luo Hanjue's brows and eyes remained unmoved, she slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the coldness in her eyes disappeared into nothingness.

"So, if you meet me for these things, it can be over."

"Yu Lingyi."

The darkness faded away, and the feminine face was completely revealed under the lit candle, accompanied by the hissing snake bell.

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Small Theater [-]:

Lin Xian leaned against the corner and silently cheered for his general: Come on, don't be cowardly, your father was not so reserved back then, Mrs. An is pregnant with you at your age, come on!

Standing behind Lin Xian, Qianchun showed a smile that concealed his merit and fame, and slowly pulled out the blade from the scabbard...

Small Theater [-]:

After a long time, when Wen Yan found out the truth, Wen Zibo spread his hands helplessly: It's not that brother doesn't help you, it's that brother really can't help you, sister, if you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy.

Wen Yan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: Thank you so much, my dear brother.