The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The last part of the banquet is the toast.

In the middle of the night, everyone drank heartily. It may be the long-lost palace banquet. In addition to the good news that the weather has been good for years, the court officials drank a lot for the first time. Some people were helped down by the eunuchs to wash their faces. Sober and sober.

Wen Zibo saw clearly from a high position, but he did not have any reprimands to restrain him.

He will not pursue the indecency in front of the palace today.

The Kongming Lantern in the night sky flew into nowhere, and the thin clouds lifted the haze of the moonlight.

Wen Zibo has been watching since just now, maybe it has been a while, and the corners of his eyes have begun to dry up.He blinked his eyelids vigorously, and looked at the sky again, it was still the beautiful moonlight.

The queen noticed his movement, and asked softly beside him, "Are you all right?"

Wen Zibo turned his face, patted her wrist to comfort her, and told her "it's okay".

After a while, he was about to get up.

At the last glance, the last spark in the sky was also scattered in Wen Zibo's dark pupils, it was rare for this young emperor to feel a little bit sad.

The new year is about to start again.

The moment he stood up, the hustle and bustle on the scene stopped just in time.

The king is above, and the minister is below.

The emperor raised his wine glass, and it was time to start the congratulatory speech. Every time the banquet ended, he always said a few words, and the historian recording beside him also raised his pen, listening attentively and waiting for His Majesty's congratulatory speech.

When the officials saw the emperor standing up, the difference in dignity in their bones would not be paralyzed by the momentary drink. They each raised up to fill up the clear wine, and countless aromas of wine wafted in the air.

Under the moonlight, Wen Zibo's heroic and majestic face was covered with a bright halo, making it even more difficult to look directly at.

Holding the wine glass, he said in a loud voice: "The widow is here to encourage all the ministers to have a New Year's banquet in the river and sea, and to be happy inside and outside."

Everything is about to end.

The responses below were also enthusiastic. Those who were too drunk to look ugly also barely supported their noodle-like arms with the support of the eunuchs. The vast courtyard echoed.

Wen Zibo looked around and saw Wen Zilan in the corner, which was nothing special.He ignored the kid's distant toast to him, and passed it with a glance from the corner of his eye.

On the other hand, when he saw the other table, the corners of his serious eyes also brought a little smile. With this smile, Long Yan was also very young, but he still had something to say, and Wen Zibo straightened his expression and prepared to continue.

Then he opened his mouth, the belly draft had been saved long ago, it was just some short words, after speaking, the banquet was considered to be over smoothly.

But Wen Zibo found it hard to vent his anger suddenly.

The throat was indeed vibrating, but words could no longer be uttered.

It was as if someone was sucking the air out of him.

A strange touch rose from his spine, and Wen Zibo began to feel a little cold in his hands and feet.

This kind of coolness is not caused by the evening wind. The people from the Star Observation Bureau reported to him the weather of the past few months a long time ago, especially in the past three days. Feel the chilly wind.

And the wind blowing across his cheeks at this moment was too slight to be noticed, it was just an ordinary demeanor, but it made the emperor's teeth chatter.

Wen Zibo opened his eyes. Standing on a high place, he could see the rolling hills outside the palace and the unique vermilion gate wall.Mottled red flashed past his eyes, he closed his eyes, and when he looked again, the familiar scenery began to blur.

The emperor realized that he was losing temperature.

"I hope Your Majesty will have no worries, and I hope my girder will last forever, from generation to generation, so far, from generation to generation."

The court officials who actively responded to the emperor's congratulations also finished their speeches one after another. Without the sound of the audience on and off the stage, the emptiness of the scene became very obvious.

They waited for a while, but the emperor still didn't speak.

Wen Yan put down his glass and looked at the stage.She narrowed her eyes slightly, the last gleam of fire in the sky covered the outline of the high-ranking man, Wen Yan couldn't see the man's face clearly for a moment.

There is this long pause at the end of the congratulatory speech.

When someone raised their glasses with sour hands, and some people whispered, the man in the golden dragon robe finally spoke.

Wen Zibo said in a calm voice, "Let's encourage you all."

Five words, calm and powerful, just like the emperor's usual appearance.After finishing speaking, the man sat back in the dragon chair, Wen Yan saw that he immediately closed his eyes, stared for a long time, but did not find any strange signs.

The feedback from the system also said Wen Zibo's vital signs remained unchanged.

Wen Yan looked down at the wine in his hand for a few times, the clear and transparent liquid swayed and swayed.Her eyes appeared on the surface of the water, Wen Yan looked at himself, only to realize that his complexion was really not pretty.

For some reason, she always felt an inexplicable anxiety that could not be subsided.Her heart seemed to be stuffy, which made her flustered.

After much deliberation, Wen Yan raised his hand and took a sip of the wine.

After rolling into her stomach, she was so hot that she almost burst into tears, but her body immediately warmed up.

Wen Yan pulled the neckline to dissipate heat, she regretted it a little, this wine was bigger than her neck, it seems that she should drink something else.

The girl loosened her skirt and gown, her slender neck and collarbone were so white that it was very eye-catching, Wen Yan didn't know that her fair skin was already so dry from the wine.

Wen Yan's beauty is so conspicuous.

Some eyes in the open and in the dark also followed the drunkenness.

Wen Yan hadn't put down his wine glass when he was slapped in the face by innocence.

She managed to pull off the cloak on the front, and asked the man angrily, "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly put the clothes on my head?"

Luo Hanjue said in a relaxed tone, "The evening wind is getting colder. Your Highness is careful to catch the cold. Hang this cloak on you first. Your Highness will use this to warm up first. You can drink less wine first."

Wen Yan was naturally puzzled, she really didn't feel cold.

"The temperature isn't too cold at this point. I just had a sip of wine, and I'm about to sweat now. Your cloak is so thick, and I've already worn enough. It's only necessary to cover the sweat with this extra one. Hurry up."

Wen Yan hooked the cloak and wanted to take it off, the woman's unquestionable strength had already come up.

"No." Luo Hanjue moved closer, and Wen Yan could smell the alcohol in his breath.The girl blinked and looked at the woman's desk, only to realize that there were already several empty bottles.

It seems that Luo Hanjue also drank a lot.

"It's better to wear it. When you came out, the few pieces I put on for you were too thin. The cloak is so wide, you can wear it just right."

As Luo Hanjue said, the knot at Wen Yan's throat also became a beautiful bow.She lowered her head and glanced, just as she was about to protest something, the smiling eyes of the woman came over with "greetings".

Wen Yan couldn't speak anymore.

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The banquet ended quickly, and the emperor, concubine and Prince An were sent off to the inner bedroom of the harem by the guards.

The prince was naturally taken back by Marquis Dingyuan.

Sitting on the chariot, Wen Yan let out a long breath, the fairly smooth road didn't make her too uncomfortable.But Wen Yan still tilted his head, and fell into Luo Hanjue's arms like a soft bone.

Feeling the pinching on his temples, Wen Yan felt his nerves begin to relax.

There was no sound in the carriage for a while, and the rare leisure time made Wen Yan drowsy.

Soon, the carriages and horses stopped.

Wen Yan opened his eyes still a little dissatisfied.

"Why did it arrive so soon, I was just about to fall asleep."

Luo Hanjue straightened her clothes, "You can sleep peacefully after washing up."

"Then you have to sleep with me. I'm sure I can't sleep well without you by my side." Wen Yan grabbed the woman's fingers and approached Jiaojiao.

"Okay, let's go down quickly. There are still people watching outside." Luo Hanjue naturally obeyed Wen Yan, and she always smiled helplessly and connivingly at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked away.

"Well then, don't go back on your word when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, he missed Liu Di's support and jumped off the carriage, and walked forward without looking back.

The emperor's private car was ahead, but when Wen Yan reached the threshold, Wen Zibo still didn't show up.

"Brother Huang?" At the rear of the car, Wen Yan asked once.

no response.

Wen Yan got closer, facing the dark curtain, she called out again: "Brother Huang?"

The curtain moved, and this time a familiar hand appeared in Wen Yan's sight.

The knuckles are well-defined and broad, which has always been a very secure hand for her.

The owner of the hand got off the carriage, and as soon as he landed, Wen Zibo stood up straight, with his back on his back, and just waved to the guards who were waiting behind him.Then he started walking forward without looking back.

Wen Yan glanced at the orderly dispersed team, and followed Wen Zibo's pace.After taking two steps, she felt strange.

It was too fast, she looked at the feet of the person in front of her, but the tall steps were getting faster and faster.

Wen Yan was confused, she hesitated for a moment and then said: "Brother Huang, you drank a lot, why don't you walk slowly."

In front is a gazebo, and below the pavilion is a lotus pond.

Wen Zibo didn't answer, but Wen Yan still heard a dull echo.

"Brother Huang..." Wen Yan called out for the fourth time, and she hoped that someone could give her a correct response this time.

She suddenly remembered the past.

When she was a child, she always liked to be called Wen Zibo like this, and the fifth prince would always turn his head back. The boy would stand on his heels and watch her swaying and following like a peacock back then, then lift her up from the ground, pat her on the back comfortingly, and coax her gently. Take something out of your body and give it to her.

Sometimes it is caramel, and sometimes it is cinnamon cake wrapped in a handkerchief.

The slight voice in front of him stopped abruptly.

Even though Wen Yan was right next to him, she really didn't react.

Wen Zibo's downfall came without warning.

Now that they have reached the private courtyard of the royal family, the previous bodyguards have been sent away by Wen Zibo long ago, and only a few trusted subordinates around the prince are there.

It was Luo Hanjue who caught Wen Zibo first.

The tall young man prostrated and knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently.A strange and dull cough exploded, and when Wen Yan approached him, Wen Zibo pulled something out of his throat with all his might, just as Wen Yan turned him over, his hand was tightly grasped.

That strength was simply better than nothing, Wen Zibo's face was as pale as paper, he was such a tall and strong man, the strength with which he held his sister so tightly that Wen Yan could hardly feel the strength.

When Wen Yan held that big hand, Wen Zibo's palm was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

She touched her bosom, and when she touched the man's chest, her fingertips were wet and sticky, and her face immediately became ugly and tight.

Luo Hanjue was decisive, and rushed into the bedroom inside while holding someone in his arms.

The moment Wen Yan stood up, she shook her head and her vision blurred.She gritted her teeth and took a few deep breaths without any image, and directed to the prince: "All the people in the Imperial Hospital are called to the king, and all the defense intersections in the palace are all blocked. Present all the lists tonight. Come up, the person in charge of the Ministry of Rites told him to roll over now."

"Whoever comes one step later, no one needs to come over."

The prince took the decree, and his face under the cuffs was extremely ugly.

Those present who had heard An Wangsen's cold voice, even if they were several miles away from Wen Yan's sight, they never stopped the trembling in their spines.

The black and white people will arrive soon.

The imperial physicians all rushed into the bloody room.

Wen Yan was standing outside. In the time of a stick of incense, no one dared to stop a movement in the hot water and the flowing crowd. The palace guards passed by that corner, using all their strength. It was literally scrambling to take turns going through that room.

The taste of medicine and blood, no one can slack off in this situation.

Tonight is definitely a sleepless new year.

After a long time, Wen Yan looked down at his hands.

It was a veil full of blood.

Most of the blood was still moist, so Wen Yan exerted all his strength, squeezed it, and slipped out of her hands like a thread.

The corners are still embroidered with green bamboo, and she can tell the owner of the needle and thread just by looking at it, the technique is quite clumsy, the needle and thread are patched here and there, and they are mended, almost like a rag.

But Wen Zibo just grabbed this thing all the way and blocked it in his throat. The green bamboo had already absorbed the nutrients, and the fresh green branches and leaves changed color early, turning into a blood bamboo.

There is a kind of dry wetness, which is scary to look at.

Wen Yan touched the sparse bamboo leaves with her hands, and she felt them rough, so she stuffed this thing in her throat and waited all the way.

She didn't want to think like this, but something started to ponder, and Wen Yan couldn't control her thoughts anymore.

She walked into the palace bedroom separated by a wall, found a corner and squatted down, and began to listen to the movement.

The left ear sticker was replaced by the right ear, Wen Yan's clean forehead was covered with plaster, and her fingers were stuck in the wall bricks. I don't know how many partition bricks were used in the construction here.

Her excellent hearing senses couldn't catch any sound, but she could hear her own heartbeat clearly.

The door of the room was opened, and when Luo Hanjue walked in front of her, Wen Yan looked up at her, only then did she realize that her legs were numb to the point of unconsciousness.

She pouted, trying to say something.

The words spun around his lips several times, Wen Yan's upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together, and he couldn't move.She just wanted to pull out a smile at Luo Hanjue.As a result, as soon as the skin of his mouth was torn, Wen Yan felt a sharp pain.It directly distorted the girl's beautiful facial features.

Wen Yan took a breath, and touched her lower lip dully, only then did she realize that her full and delicate lips were covered with tooth marks, and the rotten flesh had been bitten open, and the touch on her fingertips was moist, Wen Yan Check it out in a slightly brighter place.

It's blood again.

Wen Yan thought it was funny.

It was as if a spring of blood that was not clean appeared on her body today, it was as if this thing was stuck to her body.

Wen Yan swept his mouth away, and the thick bloody smell was very choking. Now that he felt the bleeding, the pain immediately surged up twice as fiercely as that kind of bullfighting across the mountain.

Wen Yan only felt as if she had been punched on the bridge of the nose several times, and she was so sore that tears came out of her eyes.

After Luo Hanjue squatted down, she kept hugging her and didn't let go. Her hand was very hot now, and Wen Yan rubbed the palm of her face, as if it was still moist with water vapor.

Luo Hanjue's hands were covering her eyes, her eyelashes curled up with heat, and Wen Yan kept trembling.

Suddenly, Wen Yan felt that her heartbeat had calmed down a bit, and when she spoke, her tone was filled with imperceptible complaints.

"Why are your hands so warm? It's useless for me to warm them up. Did you just ask for hot water to wash your hands?"

Luo Hanjue didn't respond, she carefully held the cheek under the palm of her hand, and slowly pried open the corner of the speaker's mouth with her knuckles, Luo Hanjue put her fingers on the tip of Wen Yan's teeth, without frowning, as if she was bitten now People with broken skin and flesh are not like her.

She looked straight into the eyes of the person in front of her, Luo Hanjue said in a low voice: "Don't bite, your mouth will be bitten by you. It will be very painful when you take the medicine later."

"Don't bite, okay?" Luo Hanjue said again in a soft tone.

Wen Yan was startled, and she slowly retracted her teeth. At this moment, Wen Yan realized that she still hadn't given up on her poor lower lip, and she began to bite herself with her teeth habitually.

Luo Hanjue's voice was still gentle. When this woman was indifferent, it was chilling, but when she was careful to protect her lover's mood, Luo Hanjue could always sincerely think of Wen Yan.

In fact, the woman didn't continue to say anything.She is not a person who can talk too much and can't speak well.

All she could do was hug Wen Yan.

Luo Hanjue looked at Wen Yan's face with distress. The girl's beautiful little face was expressionless, and her pampered snow-white skin was covered with red bloodstains. "Pale" was imprinted on Wen Yan's nerves like a picture. Outside, after such a long time, the temperature of Luo Hanjue's subordinates has not seen a slight increase in temperature.

Wen Yan was as cold as the body surface of the deceased.

She glanced at Wen Yan, and she didn't know how she did it. Not long ago, the clean neckline and sleeves of the robe were also stained with deep red blood, but Luo Hanjue understood it at a glance.

It was the blood Wen Zibo spit out.

Yes, who else?Thinking of the scene just now, the woman felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She couldn't stand it and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

It took a long time before Luo Hanjue heard the man in his arms say slowly:

"pain."

It hurts...it hurts.

What can Luo Hanjue do?She could only hug the person in her arms tightly, she just wanted to make Wen Yan's hands warmer, even if it was a little bit.