The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The temperature in early spring will drop suddenly at night, and because of the rain during the day, the spring breeze blows through the closed doors of thousands of families with a damp and cold breath.

The moonlight sprinkled on the land of the world.

The bright moonlight streaked across the hidden intersection, illuminating the one person and one car in the dark.

The back of the bowing man standing in front of the chariots and horses looked even smaller. When the moonlight illuminated his face, hideous scars flashed past. His appearance was as rough as ghosts and gods. If children saw it, they would definitely cry every night.

The people outside were motionless, and there was no sound in the carriage.This weird confrontation has been going on for a long time.

Pang Yongyi was born as a military general. He has practiced martial arts for decades. His body is full of heat, and when he raises his strength a little, his blood will surge. It is natural for him to resist this little cold wind. It is only more detrimental to the weak King An if he dies. That's all.

What Pang Yongyi disliked the most in his life was the scholar who had no power to restrain a chicken, and he didn't have the ethos and blood of his ancestors who were martial arts.Especially in these years when the new emperor took office, he did all kinds of arty things, and even allowed women to participate in politics. King An is also a woman who shows her face outside every day. , to the extreme.

Thinking of this, a look of disdain quietly appeared in the man's eyes.

It's a pity that the situation in the carriage is very different from its plain appearance. The four corners of the place where Wen Yan sits cross-legged are covered with thick blankets. There is also snacks and candied fruit specially prepared by Liu Di. Every time Liu Di is accompanying him, he will always fill the carriage full.

Wen Yan and Liu Dian mentioned several times that there is no need to prepare so much, after all, she can't eat that much by herself every time.It was also the only few times that the always loyal and reliable hidden guard silently unloaded the burden, and moved things out silently by himself.

It was only then that Wen Yan realized that there were more hidden "treasures" in those corners that she couldn't see.

Over time, maybe because she couldn't stand a 30-year-old man always looking at her with docile and forbearing eyes, Wen Yan had no choice but to let him go.Unexpectedly, these considerate arrangements would come in handy so soon.

The cold wind was howling outside, and her face was warm and ruddy.

The system here is going numb.

It looked at what its host was doing, and there was a kind of self-blame, natural guilt and worry.

After the eighth repetition of the sentence "Why are you wearing my wife's clothes, you are so flirtatious", the system's pupils dilated to look at the later generations of bloody TV series that it specially cached in the inventory of the sea of ​​consciousness. Loading screened.

But... why did things become like this?

Wen Yan pried the empty space in the system, holding the hand stove and concentrating on it. She immersed her consciousness in the communication channel with the system. Now facing the continuously playing screen in front of her, the girl thought with great interest.

I didn't expect the performances of later generations to be so diverse, it's really interesting...

The system also didn't expect that the host caught him in the corner of his consciousness just because he was too bored to let go of "Little Wolf Judy".

It never expected that the host forcibly browsed through its own database, selected several film and television works with gaudy covers, and opened them one by one.Every time I watch an episode, I will point out one or two with serious expressions. The bloody love triangle is just deepened by Wen Yan into family feelings and rises to patriotism.

However, it was not idle during this period of time. In addition to mechanically showing Wen Yan episode by episode, the system also kept an eye on the movements around it. For example, Pang Yongyi's inner little Jiujiu had truthfully reported to the host.

But it still couldn't hold back: "Host, is this the way to go now? What if Pang Yongyi violently hurts people..."

Wen Yan didn't take a look away from the light screen in front of him, and chuckled lightly: "Ignore him, since he dares to block me here, let him wait slowly, can he leave without my permission?"

The girl's eyes reflected the shimmering brilliance, and the flowing data ran across her fair cheeks.

It also happened to see what the person behind him meant.

After an hour, even Pang Yongyi felt that his waist couldn't take it anymore.

He trembled the cold dew on his brows, and asked again in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness, I have something important to report, I implore Your Highness to be magnanimous and forgive the old minister's recklessness. This is really the only way I have to do this."

The words are conclusive and touching.

If the system hadn't told Wen Yan continuously, the man would have been cursing her for as long as he stood there, and just listening to the tenderness of this tough man, the apology and pleading in his words, would have really fooled ordinary people.

It's almost time...

In the dark, Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes, and put aside the warm stove in his hand, and the noble girl slowly took off the fox fur around her body.

The thick car curtain was lifted, and the light bell swayed. Liu Di jumped out of the car when she heard the movement behind her, took down the wooden steps, and stood guard at the side.

Pang Yongyi also heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the movement in front of him. If he waited any longer, he might not be able to hold on.It seemed that he guessed right, and King An couldn't stand it anymore.Pang Yong didn't show it on the face, but his aversion to Wen Yan didn't subside, and it only became stronger in a short period of time.

Wen Yan landed lightly, and through the moonlight, she could clearly see the scars on the face of the person in front of her, which was quite terrifying.

Although she has a pursuit of beauty, everyone has a love for beauty, which is understandable.But it doesn't mean that she can't accept the old and ugly people outside, but if the inner dirt is more riddled with scars than the outer scars, Wen Yan flicked the drooping hair, and the white mist she exhaled blurred Pang Yongyi.

It also brought Wen Yan's last trace of patience with this man.

This person stinks extremely.

Wang An looked down at the man with a haughty look, and said in a bad tone, "You are really courageous. At this time, you are blocking a car in the street. I don't even know that there are people under the emperor's feet who dare to be so rampant."

Pang Yongyi is also considered an old fox, knowing that he must not accept this pot.

Bend your knees down and kneel directly on the ground, "The old minister is terrified, and he dare not disturb the peace of the prince. It's really beyond what the old minister can do. He can only stop your carriage with this trick. If he can't see you, That old minister... that poor son can't stand it..." Between the words, there was a faint sob.

Wen Yan raised his lowered eyelids, looked extremely sleepy, and his mouth was still full of fire, "Your son is eating and drinking in the prison now, and he won't die for a while. Don't cry in front of the king. Those who don't know will think that you, Pang Yongyi, have no heirs after hearing this."

Liu Indigo and the system tried their best to hold back their laughter.

Pang Yongyi was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped up. Just talking to King An drove him madr than the fact that his son went in. His anger even tore the scar on his face. Pang Yongyi felt that the scar had formed many years ago. All the scars were torn open by anger.

He's obviously just a piece of trash, yet he dares to treat him like this, a hero who retired from the battlefield. When he fought the Nanman, this little bastard didn't know where to feed.But who told him not to be active in the officialdom, he could only beg for alms from others in this humble place.

He understands now, no wonder Mr. told him to relax when he knew he was going to find Wang An.So that's the meaning of that meaningful expression...

After finally doing some mental construction, Pang Yongyi carefully squeezed out a flattering smile and looked at Wang An. Before he could speak, he saw Wang An looking at him with disgust.

"I don't even know how you can still laugh. Did you never look in the mirror when you went out or did you crack all the mirrors in the Pang family? Just like you, how dare you appear in front of me like this , don't you know that it's obstructing the appearance of the city?"

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A long time ago, Pang Yongyi grew up faster than his peers, became taller, and looked upright. From childhood to adulthood, all he heard were compliments. He also thought that as long as he got a few meritorious service in the military camp, Inherit the ancestral business in a glorious manner.

He was the only son in the Pang family, so naturally everything his father had was inherited by him.

When he was a teenager, Pang Yongyi took it for granted that he was the strongest of his generation.

Until the Luo family came back from the expedition, there were many rumors in the capital that the eldest son who had not been born in the Luo family for many years was also brought back together.

But as the days approached, the rumors became more and more rampant.

Mostly about a name, just a teenager's deeds.

Pang Yongyi heard from other people that this son of the Luo family was brought by Mr. Luo a long time ago, and he was raised in the army after he was ten years old. No one has ever seen him, and the few times he showed up before Cover your face with a mask.

When he heard this, he always told others with disdain, if it weren't for being ugly, who would cover his face with a mask.

Liang Shangmei, it is not a day or two.

Pang Yongyi felt that he was just talking casually, and then left it behind.He is not interested in men. If he has the time to pay attention to an unimportant person, it is better to practice martial arts more. The day of the martial arts test is about to come. If he can get the first place in the selection, he can skip a lot and start from the grassroots. little things.

Needless to say, he is definitely the winner in this martial arts test. Moreover, Pang Yongyi's tiger eyes flashed with fire. His father is one of the judges this time. As long as he wins the first place, he must be very happy.

But everything that is firmly believed in the world may be shattered.

In the final field where thousands of people cheered, Pang Yongyi looked at the 15-year-old boy who was surrounded by stars.

Dressed in a strong black lined outfit, she has a tall and slender figure wrapped inside, and more importantly, Luo Yebing didn't wear that ugly mask to cover her eyes.

After so many years, only bystanders know that under that mask is a youthful face with superior looks, and it is not ordinary good-looking.

Everyone will have a good impression of this face.

If he hadn't knocked Pang Yongyi to the ground with a punch just now.

Pang Yongyi spit out a mouthful of blood foam, pressed his teeth and stood up from the ground. He waved his fist and rushed towards the young man in the center again.

But what made him anxious was that every punch and kick was resisted by the young man four or two thousand catties. The silent bell in his ear had just passed, and Pang Yongyi knew that time was running out. He knew that if he continued, he really had no chance of winning. there is none left.

After thinking about it wildly, the attacker made a fuss.

Another whirlwind.

Pang Yongyi couldn't count the number of times he was lying on the ground in embarrassment. He didn't expect that one day he would be hit on the ground by such a boy, and he was powerless to fight back.

——"Luo Ye Bing".

The ashen young man uttered the name hoarsely, like a beast on the verge of desperation, the anger of humiliation had already filled the man's mind, he looked at the calm person in front of him, his mind was swollen He took out the knuckles hidden on his body and rushed forward.

It doesn't matter what the martial arts test is. He Pang Yongyi has never suffered such a big loss. He only knows that if this continues, his status in Beijing will not be the same as before. Others will only remember the name of the winner. Just roll as far as you should.

Not to mention that in the circle of warriors, the weak and the strong prey on the strong, and survival of the fittest is the only criterion.

But he was not reconciled, and became Luo Yebing's stepping stone under the eyes of everyone. He was obviously a kid who just came back, and Pang Yongyi would never allow himself to be Luo Yebing's first defeat to establish his position.

So, destroy your face, I will make you unable to turn over forever.

Pang Yongyi laughed wantonly, and couldn't stop his excitement at the thought of the bloody scene later.Until the next second, the world spun, and for the last time, he was hit hard on the ground.

The thick and far-reaching sound of the bronze bell resounded through the sky.

The game is over.

With the last sliver of consciousness, Pang Yongyi subconsciously glanced at the high seat.

Father Pang was nowhere to be seen.

The feeling of humiliation was just like it is now, Pang Yongyi slowly raised his head to look at Wang An's face, as if it gradually overlapped with a certain face in his memory.

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Liu Di sent the mules and horses back to the back kitchen, and asked them to feed them more high-quality forage as a reward.

The real groom said in embarrassment: "But mules and horses are rough-skinned and thick-fleshed grinding things, and this meal is more expensive than horses. If the prince sees it next time, I won't be able to deal with it." Ah, my lord."

Liu Di smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this, it was ordered by the prince."

Back to Wen Yan, she was communicating with the system consciousness.

The system crossed its chubby hands, danced wildly in the air, and said excitedly: "Host, you are just so good, you just suppressed that Pang Yongyi so much that he couldn't say a word. Before leaving, I will test that person When he came out, his legs were numb from kneeling." Then he was a little worried: "Pang Yongyi won't plot against you somewhere in the future, right?"

Wen Yan was lying on the bed, a strand of black hair dangling between her white fingers.

"If his son can't come out for a day, I will naturally guard against his Pang family for a day. He hit a wall with me today, which should have been a slanted move. Usually, the son's reputation is better than finding me first. This Pang Yongyi is not stupid, he should have nowhere to go to block me."

The system was confused: "But wasn't there General Luo who was there that day? Didn't he also go to the general?"

Wen Yan naturally considered this possibility, and Pang Yongyi was born as a military general. He went to the battlefield many years ago and has been fighting against the southern barbarians on the border for many years. Coincidentally, he has been assisting Luo Yebing's deputy after he was promoted.

Speaking of their closeness, Pang Yongyi must be closer to Luo Hanjue.

Wen Yan's fingers let go of the strand of hair that was about to become a curl.

she thinks:

Just now when Pang Yongyi said that he had nowhere to go, she had been observing Pang Yongyi's micro-expressions plus systematic detection. When the man said he was asking for her, Pang Yongyi's expression and emotion were indeed the same, although Wen Yan did not rule out that it was just a simple rhetoric.

But she has been blocked to this point, which means that Pang Yongyi either hit a wall with Luo Hanjue, or...

what is it then?

The past heavy information and self-thoughts began to be connected in an orderly manner. Wen Yan raised her hand and rested on her forehead. She was thinking quietly, her eyes were bright but unbelievable, as if something was about to burst.

Thinking of this, a lot of bits and pieces gradually came together.

The matter of Pang Yongyi couldn't be a thorn in the side of her sleeping well tonight, Wen Yan stood up like a carp, and got up from the soft couch with a lot of movements.Liu Di, who was standing guard at the door, heard the commotion inside.

"Your Highness?"

Wen Yan called people in directly.

Liu Dian walked into the room respectfully, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Wen Yan put on the loose robe, and walked out while wearing it, followed closely by the dark guard.She turned her head and said to Liu Di, "Does the database in the study contain detailed information about the "Battle of Pinglu" a few years ago?"

The "Battle of Pinglu" was the last fierce battle of Luo Yebing, the war god of the Liang Dynasty. The truth has been in suspense for many years. So far, no one knows how Luo Yebing succeeded in defeating the enemy's leader alone.

Liu Indigo was also responsible for the exchange and update of the information network every year, and replied without much thought: "Yes, at that time, the subordinates of this part of the materials participated in the transcription of the dossiers."

Wen Yan understood clearly, "The gang looked for all the existing materials of Luo Yebing's battle back then and all the relationship diagrams around him that he had been in contact with over the years. Remember not to make any mistakes or omissions."

The dark guard responded swiftly.

One night, the study room was brightly lit with candles.

Until the wax burns out and the day comes.

Wen Yan was awakened by the warmth of the sun.

Fragments of sunlight fell on the smooth skin of the person on the couch, and the soft sunlight imprinted on the fair side face. Wen Yan felt the warmth on the eyelids, and she wanted to open them reflexively, but unfortunately the slender eyelashes were like It took a lot of force, but the pair of flawless eyes were still hidden inside.

But it seemed that the heavens would not let this girl who was lying limp on the couch be confused for too long.

Soon, there was a chirping sound coming from far and near, which woke up the person lying on the couch completely. Wen Yan's eyelids trembled, and the black and white pupils showed their appearance, but the pupils There was a mist in the middle, and it could be seen that the owner of the eyes was not fully awake, but the misty existence quickly faded like the ebbing sea water.

Wen Yan wanted to get up subconsciously, but the numbness in her limbs stopped her from moving.

The little prince calmly felt his sleeping position, good guy, if she guessed correctly, she should have slept on the small couch in the study last night until now, it is no wonder that her back is sore when she moves now.

Wen Yan recalled that she should have checked the information all night last night. After letting Liu Di go back, she investigated some other things. No wonder Wen Yan's half of his body was numb to the point of unconsciousness.

That being the case, Wen Yan didn't struggle anymore, she lay on the couch relaxed like a salted fish, ready to wait for Ma Jin to pass by herself.

It's just that the system suddenly said: "Host, would you like me to stimulate you, my electrotherapy is very effective in relieving physical fatigue."

Wen Yan lazily bathed in the sun with his eyes closed, and asked a question, "What is electrotherapy?"

"It's just a massage method, try it, host, this is well received by us."

Suspicious, quite suspicious.

Wen Yan couldn't see the expression on the system now, but she keenly sensed a sense of deceit from the system's tone.Wen Yan finds that the system is becoming more and more sophisticated, and he feels a little funny, but every time the system comes up with those things in later generations, Wen Yan finds it very interesting, just like yesterday's "TV series" thing.

The little prince turned himself over, and didn't know that he was now very much like those sardines. Turning over, people found... oh, it was still the same as the original sardine.

"Okay, I allow you to try."

After a long, long time, I was always brought up by that person in a teasing tone. Wen Yan will never be able to forget that this sentence has led to the source of all evil for many years. Every moment, I want to go back to the present and cover up that innocent I just want to warn myself who believes in the system, I must trust my intuition, don't let curiosity kill the cat.

As soon as the words fell, an irresistible numbness lingered around the fingertips. Wen Yan knew it had begun, and indeed the numbness gradually dissipated under this feeling on the fingertips. After realizing this, the body also gradually relax.

The system naturally sensed that the host's body functions and hormones tended to be calm, and knew that the host was gradually letting go, and a sense of mission emerged spontaneously. As a high-tech creature that the doctor was proud of, the system must prove here that it is better than those Messy TV dramas are much more useful. You have to let the prince see what it can do. The system lord is not just a leg pendant that only eats rice and only knows about "Abaaaba".

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Bai Tuanzi even unconsciously played the passionate background music in the space.

Because of a little partner-like trust, she lay flat in a tingling electric current, leaving a strange itching feeling in the place where the electric current gradually passed.The little prince's right is just a characteristic of "electrotherapy".

Until, an inexplicable song sounded in his head, how to describe it, it reminded Wen Yan of a movie he saw yesterday, where a group of middle-aged women went crazy in order to snatch that "half-off product". She backed away three feet.

Wen Yan suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"System, it's ok, stop it..."

The ending of "Ba" has not been uttered yet, it came earlier than this, Wen Yan let out a muffled snort, his stretched body curled up like a kitten whose belly hair was suddenly plucked after being attacked by its owner .

The inexplicable excitement that hit the sky and the sky overwhelmed Wen Yan's precarious rationality, and the strangeness that he had never encountered before swept Wen Yan's brain. A little bit of Hongxia fainted.Wen Yan immediately clenched her teeth, and she blocked some strange noises that could not be controlled rationally. Fortunately, under the last trace of arrogance cultivated over the years, His Highness Wang An's defense did not completely collapse.

Wen Yan squeezed out a few broken syllables from between his teeth: "xi... Tong..."

No one responded.

"Di-di-di-di-"

Only this fluctuation remained in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the "Master System" who wanted to show off his grand plans has been silent since just now.

Panting, Wen Yan wanted to pinch her palm and use the pain to make that strange feeling go away quickly, but now she didn't even have the strength to hold her hand tightly, and she slumped limply on the couch.

The hard couch she hated just now slept hard on her back, but Wen Yan understood a truth:

A soft bed can only make people weaker, and only solid wood is the right way in the world!

And Wen Yan didn't forget the culprit of all this, thinking through gritted teeth.

That bastard system dared to tease her like this. Luckily, Liu Di was usually guarded in the courtyard outside. If it were Liu Qing...

Liu Qing, who diligently obeyed the prince's instructions, sneezed, touched her arm that suddenly felt cold, and was about to go back to eat some warm food to make up for it. Hope, can't fall down here.

Wen Yan calmed down for a long time, just as his breathing slowed down, he was about to get up and tidy up his appearance.

Maybe today is the little prince's unlucky day, not only her teammates are holding her back, but even the thief God doesn't want to let her go.

Wen Yan saw figures appearing in front of the study door facing her, his eyes were wide open, and he hadn't yelled "Wait!"

The door is opened...

was opened...

opened……

Up...

Wen Yan wants to kill some shit system right now.

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Luo Hanjue didn't know where Lin Xian got the news, but knew about Wang An and her invitation.

As soon as he met in the morning, he would read to her, saying that he himself watched the sky last night, and said that he could see that tomorrow would be a good day to go out for an outing, but it would be extremely inappropriate to stay at home.

Of course, Luo Hanjue knew that Lin Xian was talking nonsense. Although Lin Xian was very bookish, the books he read the most these years were the few story books he stuffed before he rushed to the front. Luo Han Jue saw it a few times, and the creases on the pages were almost torn.

She knew that it was Lin Xian who was cornering her to encourage her to find Wen Yan, and she also knew that Lin Xian had seen her thoughts.

It's funny, but also touching.The onlookers are more concerned about this matter than her, and Luo Hanjue, who is in charge, is not confused.

Looking at the two mighty stone lions in front of him, Luo Hanjue stepped up the stone steps.

There were two sword-wielding guards guarding the gate of the palace. Coincidentally, they both knew Luo Hanjue.

Before the woman in white walked up to them and spoke, the attendant straightened her waist first, "Hello, General."

Luo Hanjue glanced at the dark-skinned young man and said, "Hello."

The guard opened the door for Luo Hanjue. Seeing that the guard didn't hesitate at all, Luo Hanjue nodded and asked, "Don't you need to inform His Highness?"

Seeing that the noble general actually talked to him, the guard was a 20-year-old young man, and his wheat-colored skin immediately flushed a little, although it didn't seem obvious.But he also stood up straight, speaking a northern dialect, and was just about to raise his spirits to answer.

A gentle female voice came from behind: "General, you are here."

Luo Hanjue looked at Qianchun and saluted her generously, and also nodded in return.

Qian Chun bowed her body and said respectfully: "My maidservant will lead you the way."

Seeing Qian Chun's appearance, Luo Hanjue no longer hesitated, and walked into the main entrance of the Prince's Mansion following her wishes.

The moment they passed by, the young guard heard a cold sentence in his ear.

--"Thanks".

It was like a sudden breeze brushed past my ears.

The companion on the side let out a breath after Luo Hanjue left, relaxed his back nervously, and waited for the person to walk away before leaning over and muttering: "I'm sweating all over just standing in front of the general, you're fine Right?" The young guard looked at the sky in a daze, and he didn't recover until his companion yelled a few words.

The companion looked at the young man's distraught look, and asked suspiciously: "You don't have any feelings for the general..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the serious expression of the wheat-colored guard: "I have the feeling of admiration for the general." Love, General Luo's father is also an idol I have always admired, they are all heroes of our Daliang, don't just come here with your mouth open."

The companion also stopped the topic with interest, smiled embarrassingly, and returned to his post.

The young guard looked at the blue sky.

It suddenly occurred to me that I would take my wife to Nanyuan for an outing in a few days of vacation. It is said that the flowers bloom very well this year...

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