The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

Anya took a few steps closer to the bed, seeing Wen Yan's subconscious expression of leaning back, she felt a little uncomfortable.

On the surface, the princess still had a joyful expression.

"When did you wake up? I've been watching you for two days and two nights. You've been in a coma. You haven't woken up after the medicine they said." Anya held the bowl in her hand and said warmly to Wen Talk about the past two days.

Wen Yan's expression remained unchanged, but when he learned the time, his fingers tucked under the quilt tightened.

Two days, two full days, she has dragged down the progress of returning to Beijing again, and even she can't judge the situation of the capital in these wasted days.

Her mood was extremely obscure, but Wen Yan hid it so well that Anya didn't know her mood.

Seeing the princess handing over the rice cereal in her hand, she persuaded Wen Yan, "Come on, eat something first, your body won't be able to take it anymore."

Wen Yan didn't move, her eyes fell on this bowl of porridge with plump and distinct rice grains. The milky white rice soup was fragrant. Obviously, if she wasn't in this Nanban camp, she would definitely finish it happily.

Wen Yan suppressed the unbearable hunger pain in her stomach, she stared at Anya quietly, for a while she couldn't figure out what this Nanman princess wanted to do.

"Do you think I poisoned you inside?"

Anya was very helpless, she told herself that Wen Yan's vigilance was normal, but seeing the slight resistance of the person in front of her, she was still inevitably disappointed.

"Then I'll show you how to drink it, so you can rest assured." She said so, but in fact, the girl still hoped that someone could stop her, but the soup in the bowl was all in her belly, Wen Yan just watched quietly looking at her.

—she didn't stop herself.

Anya was disappointed.

The last bit of anticipation was also wiped out by Wen Yan's indifference. She sipped the warm porridge in her mouth, and the pleasant temperature in the past became strangely hot. Up and down began to feel uncomfortable.

Anya smiled wearily. If she hadn't made this item by herself, she would have thought that Aruda was finally going to do something to Wen Yan.

She pretended to be cheerful and said, "Look, I'm fine, don't you want to drink this time?"

Seeing that she was about to touch her lips, Wen Yan gently held Anya's hand.

"I believe you."

Wen Yan took the porridge in her hand, and with a spoon, filled his stomach quickly and concisely.

Putting the bowl aside, her already warm body felt more comfortable.

Wen Yan narrowed his eyes and pressed his stomach, as if he had digested without food accumulation.

But in Anya's eyes, the touching of acupuncture points is a manifestation of discomfort.

The little princess was a little anxious, "Are you okay? Do you feel that there is still some discomfort? Do you want me to go out and call for someone?"

Wen Yan watched as Anya was really about to run out in a hurry. The girl in the red dress was the same young, energetic and beautiful girl as she was hunting that day.

"No need, princess, don't run around, the temperature outside is so low, be careful of catching cold." Wen Yan's tone had already softened.

She is not a fool, everything just now is also a proper vigilance.

When Wen Yan woke up, she had already discovered that the bed was surrounded by animal furs. There were too many of them. It seemed that someone had deliberately placed them next to her to keep warm. Her hands and feet were still warm.

It was rare for her to have this kind of energy and blood in Prince An's Mansion.

And Nanman's winter will only get colder. If it wasn't for someone who took care of her carefully, she wouldn't have woken up from the warmth.

During these difficult days, Wen Yan finally showed a relaxed smile.

But—"It was you who attacked us that day."

Anya was silent for a while but nodded, "Yes, it was my brother's order. The canyon was already beyond the national line you planned. At that time, you were a group of people in disguise. We didn't recognize you as Liang people. The team attacked directly."

"National line?" Wen Yan was very calm, and she caught the point right away.

"Then what do you mean to say that the final contract between you and our country has finally been finalized?"

"Yes, during those days when you were not in the palace, my brother met with your emperor in private, and later the contract with the national seal was brought to us." Anya paused, looking at Wen Yan's face. With a worried expression, "Later, during the martial arts test, King You of Liang led officers and soldiers to surround your people."

Martial arts test?Wen Yan's pupils shrank, she thought that Gong Bian's incident would happen earlier.

But why is it at this point in time? According to Wen Yan's speculation, those people would never do anything at this time.All military officers and troops in the dynasty were on duty on patrol, not to mention Luo Hanjue supervised, how did Wen Zilan break through those lines of defense.

Anya: "However, those people seemed to turn a blind eye to us at that time, so my brother led people to evacuate from the capital."

Wen Yan's heart was cold for a moment, and an unprecedented fear gripped her heart firmly.

The truth under the mist was looming, and she subconsciously rejected that idea.

The girl's trembling body was suppressed after a few breaths, and she said softly, "Princess, what you said is very useful to me, thank you for being so honest with me."

"Well, actually..." The princess tilted her head in embarrassment, "Your emperor was also brought here by us."

"what?!"

This time, Wen Yan's expression finally couldn't hold back.

She stretched out half of her body from the bed, eagerly grasped the princess's shoulders, and began to question her carefully.

"Princess, tell me again, what did you say about Wen Zibo just now?"

Anya saw that her gaze was a little loose, and sighed a little embarrassedly, "Well, wait until I find you some clothes, and I'll take you to my brother's camp to find someone. I just came over there, and they should still be there. place."

Wen Yan let go of his hand and managed to breathe calmly.

"Thank you, princess."

Outside the thick tent, Wen Yan was slapped cold by the wind and snow as soon as she came out, and she shrank her neck involuntarily under the fur cloak.

She originally thought that the place where the epidemic was cured would be cold enough, but in the Nanman tribe, every gust of wind seemed to be pierced by an ice edge. One can imagine Anya's care for her for the past two days How meticulous.

At this time, Wen Yan felt grateful for Anya's care.

In any case, Anya's position cannot be a negation of her kindness.

Wen Yan looked at the girl who was a step ahead of her, and let out a heavy breath.

The two passed several people, and every man and woman who saw Anya would greet them cordially.

Wen Yan didn't look around much, her eyes only stayed on the people who had appeared in front of her.

But the people in these tribes are enough to let her know that the environment of the Nanman is not as bad as she imagined, at least the children of these tribes are covered in fur, which is by no means the stereotype that the Daliang people think that the Nanman is not enough to eat.

Standing in front of a larger tent, Anya opened the curtain, and yelled crisply to the man inside who happened to be laughing loudly.

"Brother, I brought someone here."

Wen Yan looked at the back of Aruda opposite, but couldn't hold back, and called out, "Brother!"

The man sitting cross-legged at the table turned his head in surprise. That face really belonged to the emperor who was far away in the capital.

Wen Zibo said happily, "Ayan, you finally woke up."

The two siblings reunited after a long absence, but fortunately Anya took the reluctant Aruda out, while Wen Yan took Wen Zibo and poured out his doubts.

"What happened in the palace, what happened to the queen mother and the queen, and the common people, what happened?!" Wen Yan almost confused her language system, she held her brother's arm tightly, this time This kind of strong and solid support made her heart that had been hanging in the air for several days finally drop.

Just like Wen Zibo hesitated to tell Wen Yan about Luo Hanjue before, Wen Yan did the same to his elder brother. They are connected by blood. But over the past few years, Wen Zibo's care and true love for her have remained as unwavering as ever.

As a minister and the emperor's younger sister, Wen Yan also has feelings and responsibilities that she cannot give up.

These days, she has tried not to think about the consequences of Luo Hanjue knowing these things.

Wen Yan is not the person in charge, but this scandal from the royal family, she has enjoyed so many years of glory and fame, no matter what, it is impossible for her to betray her brother.

So—she closed her eyes in pain.

But, at that moment, Wen Yan wanted to ask the man in front of him.

Why are you giving me the letter?If I don't know, then when I go back, I won't feel guilty towards Luo Hanjue.

It's a very selfish thought, but this is indeed Wen Yan's pain after waking up from a dream in the middle of the night. Every time she wakes up, tears flow like blood, and many pillows are wet.

During the days outside the home, she has had several dreams.

They were all in the imperial palace, Wen Yan watched helplessly as his lover's blood-stained military uniform split open the centuries-old attire in the palace, and Luo Hanjue came in with a knife in his hand, with a sinister aura and an indifferent expression.

Wen Yan couldn't make a sound by herself, she was like a phantom in a dream, and could only listen to Luo Hanjue's questioning of the man at the top.

They are all condemned for the lives of her parents.

Wen Yan wanted to wake up, but the dream forced her to read and listen to it.

She can only feel guilty towards Luo Hanjue now, and——

"His Majesty."

Wen Zibo's expression turned serious, and he looked at his younger sister who had reddish eyes in front of him.

"You, you know."

Wen Yan took a deep breath, and she almost squeezed the words out between her teeth.

"The people involved in the palace change, besides King You and his forces, are there, Luo Hanjue?"

She looked at Wen Zibo and nodded heavily.

……

"Hahaha, General Luo, you said that this battle, if you hadn't cooperated with the inside and outside, then my grand plan and great cause would have to be postponed for a few days before I could return to this chair."

A man in a yellow robe laughed and sat on the dragon chair.

Wen Zilan looked at the female general below with a lively expression.

"Tell me, as a great hero here, Luo Qing, what do you want? You can choose from my treasury, the latest military equipment, or beauties from the Western Regions, you can choose one to go."

"Your Majesty," General Na Luo bowed softly, his voice as cold as jade, "I just want to share the worries of Your Majesty with all my heart. These are all my duties. Your Majesty's words are too heavy, and I'm afraid I can't bear His Majesty's burden." A piece of mind."

Wen Zilan smiled, and he looked at the woman standing upright underneath with great interest.

Hmm, not so much.

Compared with his queen, this woman is even more heroic, and she is quite similar to her father.

Luo Yebing's face flashed across Wen Zilan's mind, and he narrowed his eyes a little annoyed, suddenly Wen Zilan looked at Luo Hanjue disliked, you must know that he was also the one who killed her father back then.

He was a person with good and bad thoughts, and Luo Hanjue's role was about the same. Wen Zilan wondered if he had found an excuse to kill the donkey. After all, half of the tiger charm was still in the woman's hand.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilan became angry, he didn't know what Wen Zibo was thinking, Luo Hanjue had been back to Beijing for so long, yet he still put this thing in her hand.

If Wen Zibo hadn't dared to crash into the bonfire raised by the martial arts test, even the corpse would be blurred, he would definitely torture that man alive, and repay the original resentment doubled.

Wen Zilan snorted coldly, out of disdain for the idiot who sat in this seat last time.

"Then tell me, Luo Qing, you don't want this treasure, and you don't even look down on beauties. I have rewarded all the other heroes, but you are the only one who can't say anything. It's a headache for me. "

"Your Majesty..." The woman leaned over slightly, her black hair fell so that it was hard to see her expression clearly.

Just listening to the tone of voice, it is the appearance of guilty loyalty.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, the new emperor of Daliang stood up and said with a smile, "By the way, Luo Qing, I know what to give you."

Luo Hanjue raised his head slightly, and looked at the man with an insolent expression and an extremely excited smile, his purple eyes were uncertain.

"Then King An, isn't he still heading north?"

Seeing the woman's slightly changed expression, Wen Zilan knew that the fish had bitten the bait. He laughed and said, "When I send people to encircle her, the ones I bring back will be treated by Luo Qing, how about it?"

Before Luo Hanjue came back to his senses, the mad emperor on the stage clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Then it's settled."

"In three days, Luo Qing will enjoy my sister in your residence, how about it?"