The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

The Nanban missions blocked the gate of the palace before going to court.

At that time, it was just dawn, and the moment a group of strong men with knives appeared, the emperor who had been working all night in the imperial study knew it.

Wen Zibo: "Do you know their intentions?"

Wang Defu replied respectfully, "According to what Aruda said, they are here for the last peace negotiation."

"Last time..." Wen Zibo put down his vermilion pen, the red color dazzled him a little, the emperor leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

The emperor who sat up again from his chair had sharp eyes.

"Take them to the old place and wait, Telford, and change my clothes."

"Yes."

The news from the Imperial Palace was sent all the way to the gate, and a little eunuch conveyed it, but the headed prince stopped him with a look.

Aruda opened his eyes slightly, saw the pale and trembling little eunuch in front of him, and smiled slightly.

"I know the time of your emperor's early court, we are just standing here, we know the rules, and I will give you the saber later."

The dozen or so people standing behind him tapped the scabbard on the side of his waist, and the heavy voice made the little eunuch's face even paler.

Before they were made to wait for long, someone announced that they had entered the Hall of Ceremonies.

This is not the first time that the Southern barbarians have walked into this magnificent pavilion, but this time all the Southern barbarians have worked hard to make a map of the surrounding terrain carefully.

Although the eunuchs and guards put on airtight black eye masks and earplugs for them all the way, the journey was extremely smooth, and it was impossible for the southern barbarians to know the number of roads inside.

After being supported to sit down, the majestic voice of the Son of Heaven sounded.

"Then let's begin."

Aruda, who took off his eyepatch and earplugs, glanced at the handsome man on the seat and Wang An next to him. He looked at the faces of these two most distinguished Liang people and said with a smile.

"Okay, then let's start, the last peace negotiation."

At the foot of the outermost palace wall, Luo Hanjue and the generals of the next class handed over tasks softly. She was wearing light armor. This is the busiest time for a general like her.

After handing over the patrol token to the next person, she was about to leave here.

"General Luo, it's a coincidence to meet you here." Hearing the voice behind him, Luo Hanjue paused.

"Prince." She simply turned her head and saluted.

There was only Aruda alone, without Princess Anya who had been following him all the time, Luo Hanjue knew what he was doing when he saw his attire.

"During the days I've been in Liang, I've discovered a lot of things that are different from ours. Your emperor must have gotten up too early, and even that girl Anya had to sleep until noon."

Aruda carelessly revealed the truth to his sister.

"Your Majesty has always been diligent and caring for the people, and the early morning court was also for the benefit of the people's livelihood." The female general spoke in an official tone, and it was not surprising to see him not expecting anything.

Aruda knew that this person would not pick up on his faults, maybe it was because things were coming to an end recently, and the thing he wanted to do the most when he came to Liang country had been completed.

He was in a particularly good mood.

Smiling and talking nonsense with Luo Hanjue, until the voice of the woman gradually beginning to perfunctory appeared, Prince Nanman stopped talking.

Aruda thought, there are few people here, so it is a good time to talk about things.He lowered his expectation, "What did you think about the last time..."

The dark figure behind Mishi moved slightly and disappeared in place.

Luo Hanjue looked behind Aruda, there was an open field with only a few scattered stones, and there was nowhere for people to hide.

The man also turned around, wondering, "What's wrong? Is there anything over there?"

She glanced at him, and the confusion on Aruda's face was not fake.

Luo Hanjue took it lightly.

"No problem, it's just a little chick flying by."

"Then you," before he could finish, the female general in front of him interrupted.

"I don't know what the prince said. If there is nothing important, please take the next step."

Luo Hanjue cupped her hands to save face, when she calmly collected her thoughts, almost no one could detect anything from her face.

The woman turned around and left, very smoothly, no one made too much pestering this time.

After walking a long distance, Luo Hanjue let out the breath he was holding in his heart.

Wen Yan wanted to see Luo Hanjue so much one night, so he picked a docile brown-red pony from the stable, and galloped all the way to the general's mansion on the other side.

Going to the place, Wen Yan tied the horse, and she patted the gentle horse's back, "You stay here obediently, I'll come out right away."

The pony docilely lowered its head and let out a breath of hot air, but it never expected that its owner didn't come out of it all night.

Humans are liars.

Wen Yan stepped forward with the copper ring and knocked in a regular rhythm. After a while, a porter came to open the door. When he saw a man in black with a cloak standing outside.

He asked nervously, "Who are you? This is the General's Mansion, what are you doing here in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

Wen Yan was too lazy to speak, so he just took out the token from his pocket and threw it at this person.

When the porter saw the shiny gold-edged "Luo" token in his hand, he didn't speak, and hurried to Luo Hanjue's residence.

Wen Yan walked in the back familiarly.

Even detouring from the path, one step earlier than the porter to Luo Hanjue's yard, she saw Luo Hanjue's inner house was lit with fire at a glance.

Wang An lightened his steps and walked by the window like a thief. Before she could make a sound, he poked his head in like a cat to scare people.

The white fingers stretched out by the window lightly tapped Wen Yan's forehead.

"What are you doing?" The familiar helpless tone was a little sleepy.

"Hey." Wen Yan tilted his head and smiled.

Luo Hanjue hurriedly asked people to come in.

"It's so late, and it's so cold at night, can your body handle it?"

Seeing the worry on Luo Hanjue's face, Wen Yan was relieved of the irritability accumulated all day by government affairs. She pushed people into the house, and smiled and fooled him, "I just came out of the palace, so I came to you on the way Yes, there is a sedan chair to send it, so there is no wind."

"Really?" Luo Hanjue wanted to touch the girl's hand, but Wen Yan slipped away from her hand like a loach, leaving only a warm cloak behind.

She felt the outermost body temperature, it was indeed warm, and the woman's nervous expression faded.

Wen Yan peeked at her, amused in her heart, in fact, this cloak is Qianchun's characteristic reversible, and she turned her inner side inside out when she was on the outside.

She sat down in one breath, the wind was really strong at night, and a good horse had enough horsepower, Wen Yan felt warmer only after walking into the closed room.

Seeing the teapot and teacups on the table, Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and he felt thirsty all at once.

She thought it was cold tea, and she didn't mind drinking cold tea, she just wanted to quench her thirst.

As a result, when he picked up the teapot, Wen Yan shook the teapot, and the sound of "dong dong dong—" water almost overflowed.

She was a little confused, but Wen Yan really didn't think that much at this time, after all, when she spent the night with Luo Hanjue, she always kept a sip of water by the bed.

The poured hot tea was fragrant, she was also thinking, it seems that life has been difficult recently, this is the rare good tea that Wen Yan has seen from Luo Hanjue.

The porter happened to be reporting softly outside, and Luo Hanjue sent people back inside.

When taking out the quilt from the cupboard, Luo Hanjue bent down, but she didn't know that behind her, Wen Yan propped her cheeks, she looked at the waist that was tightly held, her thumb and index finger began to rub unconsciously.

The person who had just quenched her thirst pulled away her collar. She thought that the window was not opened enough, otherwise she would start to heat up again.

It will be cold and hot for a while, don't get cold again.

But it's good to sweat a little in time.

Wen Yan picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself another cup of unheated liquid. After drinking two cups, the girl with eyes as bright as stars was made to glisten even more by the heat circulating in her stomach.

After sitting for a while, Wen Yan stood up, and she did one thing first.

The system looked at the familiar little black room with a look of melancholy, why did it lock it up again!

It is the head of cp, and it also wants to see the beauty post.

Luo Hanjue's hair was scattered indoors, perhaps because she was about to go to bed immediately, she also changed into thin clothes.

Doesn't this give a small thief an opportunity?

The slender fingers that had warmed up slightly touched the back of the neck, and fell down a little bit along the raised joints. The unique rubbing and the roundness of the fingertips could not block anything at all.

Wen Yan's hands moved forward, and she lowered her weight to her waist. If Luo Hanjue's waist and limbs, which had been practicing martial arts all the year round, were not strong enough, she would have fallen onto the mattress these few times.

In such a deep night, the orphans and widows, the two hearts fit together so quietly, as if the beating frequency was almost becoming one.

Wen Yan also buttoned her clothes from the junction of the skirts in a familiar way. After twisting for a long time, she forced a tight knot. His Highness felt a little aggrieved, "What buttons are you wearing?"

The truth is that I was so busy reading the brochures that I didn't know what to say.

Luo Hanjue said in a hoarse voice, feeling a little helpless towards the person who teased her, and softly said, "Let me fix the bedding first."

"I can't sleep anyway. Is there any difference between one set and two sets?" Wen Yan leaned against the woman's neck, and she sniffed the warm fragrance of Luo Hanjue's body after bathing. Feel.

The beauty in his arms has such a cold temperament, but being held in his arms like this is fragrant and soft.

Wen Yan laughed wildly in his heart.

Hahaha, it's good to have a wife, so let those dry and stinky books be burned.

It's a pity that Luo Hanjue's movements were too slow, and she didn't know what she was doing. Wen Yan's thoughts were stuck for two or three seconds, and she almost fell asleep. She gently pressed her face against Luo Hanjue's neck, vaguely thinking about it.

"Are you alright, I'm about to fall asleep."

Wen Yan felt the beauty in his arms turn around and pull her down, soft and soft wrapped her young face, everything was incredibly soft.

After a long time, Wen Yan suddenly looked up from the warmth, a little panicked, "What about the candles?"

Someone was speechless for a moment, looking at the girl below who was really terrified, Luo Hanjue closed her eyes, not letting the redness and shame in her eyes overflow together, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, palm wind together.

The moment the candle was blown off, all the light clothes were also taken off.

The warm fragrance in the nest is overflowing, and it is the joy of sweating profusely.

The sky was slightly bright, and Wen Yan was blown by a cold wind from nowhere, and the sweat all over her body made her tremble a little. She raised her body and looked to the side, and found that the window was not closed just now.

No wonder she started to feel the chill on her back from halfway through.

Slowly brushing up the long hair that was scattered and tangled into a ball, the girl hesitated, whether to close the window.

The same wet snow-white arms embraced her and pressed down, a broken tremolo was slightly squeezed out, and a beautiful woman instructed the scholar to continue to study with steam.

"You must concentrate on doing things..."

"Don't get distracted."

Plum blossoms are falling on the snowy ground, and a bunch of plums in snow-white winter is always the most pleasing.

during the day.

Luo Hanjue looked at the back of that leisurely passing away for a long time, until the eyes became sour, and the beauty rode on Xunyun beside him.

Luo Hanjue rode his horse and galloped to a place that he had made an appointment with Mrs. Xu long ago.

In front of her was a secret room, a place where Mrs. Xu wanted her to come in.

The secret room is very spacious, with steps built up one after another on the side, and a strange cuboid in the center.

It's cold, that's how Luo Hanjue felt when he walked in.

It was so cold that she couldn't think of any other words to describe it. It was so cold that Luo Hanjue wobbled before taking the second step.

"Go up, go up and have a look. There's something there for you."

Xu Qing's voice seemed to be everywhere in this secret room, and Luo Hanjue didn't even find out where she was.

But inconceivably, she followed Mrs. Xu's guidance and slowly walked up the stone steps.

The surface of the coffin exuding the icy air was foggy, and only those who got very close could see clearly what was inside.

Luo Hanjue's heart was beating rapidly, and her breath was also very rapid.There were water drops falling in the secret room, she could hear it clearly, and followed her step up the steps to the center step by step.

Luo Hanjue knew what was waiting for her next, she already knew it in her heart.

It's just that someone put something in front of her eyes and told her clearly, I know everything you want, and it depends on whether you take the bait or not.

She walked very close, Luo Hanjue gently put his hand on it, and the water mist was wiped away by the warmth of the human body.

I don't know where it was chiseled out of ice, and Luo Hanjue's heat-dissipating palm covered it, and it didn't feel like it was being pulled by the ice.

As if covered by body temperature, bit by bit, the cold block turned into mist, and Luo Hanjue could see clearly what was inside at a glance.

"Father."

She called the man with a trembling voice.

Sleeping under the solid ice was the body of Luo Yebing, the heroic and loyal minister who should have been buried by the late emperor. She had been looking for it for a long time, and it was here now.

Without turning into snow-white bones, the man's handsome and mighty face was as clear as when he was alive, but the dead white and lifeless face showed everything.

Luo Hanjue has simulated this scene countless times over the years. She thought that maybe one day she would actually arrive in the city where Luo Yebing was buried. It's heavy.

She never thought that the first emperor would put Luo Yebing down properly, and she had even dreamed that Luo Yebing had turned into a ghost and god entrenched in the place where she died because no one restrained him.

Just waiting for someone to remember him and go find him.

But she has long passed the age of naive dreaming.

For someone as strong-minded as Luo Hanjue, she felt dizzy. At this moment, she felt that the shadow cast over her life had finally lifted her disguise.

Her eyes lightly landed on the man's missing little finger joint. She remembered that her mother was sick in bed, and her father wanted to cook porridge for An Li without telling everyone, but the man cut off his little finger with force.

Then she landed on a long scar, across the man's handsome and stiff brow.

That was the time when Luo Hanjue walked up to a tall tree when she was very young, and Luo Yebing was grazed by a broken branch in order to catch her who fell down.

"Auntie, why is he here?"

After Luo Hanjue calmed down on the question that came out of her mouth, she realized that her voice was broken and trembling.

She stopped talking immediately, and she didn't know if the ice was too cold. The continuous chill made Luo Hanjue feel the piercing pain she hadn't seen for a long time.

Immediately, a voice appeared from behind Luo Hanjue, calling her by her nickname intimately.

As close as a mother.

This voice gradually occupied her broken mind.

She said, "Han Jue, this is the best gift I found for you, are you satisfied?"

Luo Hanjue's face was pale and she didn't speak, as if her soul was also frozen by the cold in this secret room.

The dripping of the water is still ringing, and the bewitching female voice is also continuing.

"Look again, is it your father?"

Luo Hanjue leaned down beside her father, her eyes became blurred, and Luo Yebing's scar seemed unreal.

Where she couldn't see, the blood line centered on the ice coffin spread out like snowflakes. Someone in the dark was secretly chanting a spell, and little by little the blood line in the center was attached to Luo Hanjue's body. on the spine.

The pale flowers on the back of the neck suddenly lit up for a moment.

Very slowly, someone said "um".

After leaving the secret room, Luo Hanjue suddenly recalled that this chill was the same as the ice spring she fell into during the Nanban Nathorn Battle.

It's cold.

After they had left for a long time, Mrs. Xu was still reviewing what happened in the altar. Even at this age, she was used to a lot of troubles, but when she thought about what happened just now, she couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed.

She didn't expect it to be so smooth, but she just followed what Yu Lingyi said. Taking advantage of King An's busy schedule these days, she would go to the General's Mansion to chat with Luo Hanjue about the past whenever she was free. , sometimes bring some snacks she made before, and this junior starts to get close to her.

Mrs. Xu showed a smile on her face. Thinking of the fact that she went to find Luo Hanjue that night before, she was wrong. You must know that she was planning to make Luo Hanjue leave something to Wen Zilan under the guise of Luo Yunjiao's affair that night. mind.

Thinking about it this way, her cheap daughter has contributed a little bit.

She was still a little girl, the woman who had fully utilized the last trace of affection she had in Luo Hanjue's heart showed a smile.

There is no sense of guilt on her face, if you look closely, there is only relief.

"This is a small part of the plan, and you are so happy?"

A young man's voice sounded from behind her.

She turned around, "You can capture Luo Hanjue's mind with sacrificial techniques. You have mastered quite a lot over the years."

Xu Qing glanced at the coffin on the high platform, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Then how many years ago did you start handling this matter..."

The priest snorted softly, "It went well this time. If the powder I've been giving you all the time didn't work, otherwise, according to Luo Hanjue's mind, my method would definitely not be able to successfully trick her."

Ah, yes, Mrs. Xu immediately remembered the hands and feet that had been tampered with in the pastries she brought to Luo Hanjue in those days.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the priest who had been hiding in the darkness took off her black robe.

The face that was dark under the black robe was both old and young.

Maybe it was an illusion, but when Madam Xu looked at it again, she still looked like a young man, with a smooth and firm face, youthful and handsome.

Just like the high-spirited young man in my memory back then.

"No matter how many times I've seen it, I'm still shocked." Mrs. Xu sighed at that face.

The young man sneered, "Ah You, I said it earlier, you gave up on yourself, and now you are where you are now. In a few decades, when I dig out all the secrets of An Li, you will not be immortal." question."

Immortal, what a crazy tone.

Xu Qing didn't know why things came to this point. She vaguely remembered that the strategy game before rebirth did contain a lot of such mysterious elements. In the official announcement activities in the early stage, seeking immortality and longevity was a very dark secret The line is related to a snow mountain map in Nanban.

But she didn't know the specific information behind it.

Because she died.

Seeing the frenzied eyes of the man in front of her and the olive branch stretched out to her, the woman smiled slightly, shook her head and refused.

"I'm just a little civil servant's wife. In another ten years, if I still look like a teenage girl, I will probably be taken down as a monster."

"Hmph, what are you afraid of." He smiled disdainfully, "In another month, this world will belong to me again."

Rampant laughter echoed in this secret room, and it took a long time before it slowly subsided.

She stared at the face in front of her, and a soft sigh overflowed from the woman's mouth.

"It seems that I am the daydreamer, right?"

"Then I wish you the best of luck."

"His Majesty."