The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

There was no sound in the room, and seeing the blood streaming down Luo Yunjiao's face and the broken teacup on the ground, he knew that His Highness Wang An was angry.

"You bastard, use this poem to fool me and my son. I see that your dog has grown fat. Do you know that the last person who deceived me has already been imprisoned by the nine clans?"

Wang An's stern and cold voice pressed firmly on Luo Yunjiao's heart.

Not only that, but she also felt a familiar murderous pressure on her body.

In an instant, her pale and delicate face turned grayer.

Luo Yunjiao really doesn't understand, and she doesn't know why things turned out like this. She came to the poetry meeting today to be sought after by thousands of people. Last time, this poem earned her a reputation as a talented woman in the capital. It's not supposed to be like this at all.

She was puzzled, but her body kept trembling, and what she didn't even know was that a fragrance gradually emanated from her body.Spreading from her as the center, a sweet smell of nectar began to subtly spread in the air.

The men who had chosen to be wise and protect their lives just now were in a daze for a moment, and then looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, but felt that Miss Luo was like a delicate flower beaten by a violent storm, so pitiful, so lovable, they The pity in my heart is beyond words.

But for Wen Yan, she just wanted to strangle her sensitive sense of smell to death.

At this moment, a man suddenly stood up tremblingly, attracting everyone's tranced eyes.

The scholar seemed to be inspired, he straightened his thin chest and shoulders, "My lord, my lord, I don't think Miss Luo's fault is so serious."

As soon as these words came out, some men originally couldn't bear to see Luo Yun's charming face, but when they heard these words, their ass was as hard to bear as if they were pierced by a hedgehog.All tenderness, sympathy and pity disappeared without a trace.

One thing that everyone who has lived in this country knows is that in front of the real king of Hades, don't play any kind of hero to save the beauty. They are all made up in the story books, but they are just playing on occasion. They are not three-year-old children anymore. They really don't want to be the living material in the next script, what they should do is shut up and watch the show.

Sure enough, Wang An sneered, and before the master could speak, the guard behind him covered the thin scholar's mouth and nose like a chicken, and dragged him out.

"A fool doesn't know it yet."

Hearing Wang An's icy voice, everyone lowered their heads to pretend to be quails. They only felt that the ground was quite smooth, and it didn't rub their knees at all. It was icy and cool, so cool!What's more, it's more important to save your own life first.

The man who was full of protective desire just now is only complaining in his heart about Luo Yunjiao's ignorance of good and bad, and that a good poem will be turned into an execution ground by her.

The situation was uncontrollable for a moment, when the guards were going forward to invite Luo Yunjiao away as before, an unexpected person rushed out.

Xia He ran in front of Luo Yunjiao, smashed her legs on the fragments of the teacup, and leaned down in front of the master, said hurriedly, "I implore Your Highness King An, Your Highness, please calm down."

Wen Yan waved away the guard who wanted to stop him, and looked at the corner of the woman kneeling on the tile, her eyes raised, "A little maid like you also wants to disobey the king?"

"I don't dare, I implore His Royal Highness Prince An to raise your hand high and forgive my lady's rude behavior." Xia He raised his head slightly and looked respectfully at the corner of Wen Yan's drooping clothes behind the seat.

Wen Yan glanced at Xia He's trousers that were faintly red at her knees, and pointed at the tip of her nose with sudden interest, "Tell me, give me an excuse, if I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll spare you two dogs Life."

"My young lady accidentally fell into the water a month ago and contracted a fever. She finally regained consciousness a few days ago. She heard that His Royal Highness King An will be present at today's poetry meeting, so she rushed to today's poetry meeting impatiently. "Xia He bit her lower lip, and felt a slight pain in her knee for a moment, but she knew that the rebellious words that would come out of her mouth immediately would cause even bigger disturbances.

But this is the only way to help Miss.

I hope that His Royal Highness Wang An will spare Miss's life for the sake of the Luo family.

Wen Yan's tone remained unchanged: "What does this have to do with my king?"

Soon, Wen Yan knew how strong this maid's nonsense was.

Xia He raised her head, her voice choked with sobs: "Because, because Miss has admired His Highness for a long time!"

The maid continued to sacrifice her life to protect Luo Yunjiao amidst the chaos.

"Originally, Miss really only wanted to see Your Highness, your heroic figure from afar. Who would have thought that she was so impolite when she was still recovering from a serious illness. I beg you! I beg Your Highness to stay around my lady." One life, the lowly servant is willing to take it for the young lady!"

After finishing speaking, Xia He's brain hit the blood-stained tile, unable to kneel for a long time.

Wen Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, the cover made up by the little maid was pretty good, and she arranged for her clearly.

Behind Xia He, Luo Yunjiao stared dumbfounded at this daring maid. What is it that she has admired for a long time? It is obvious that Wang An is the one who has ulterior motives for her!

The people around listened to the little maid's words, their faces were colorful, and their eyes changed from contempt and ridicule to a kind of indescribable sympathy. This is so, no wonder, it turns out that they have long admired His Royal Highness King An, and it is true that they have been in love for so long. It's not easy.

The system told most of the passers-by that even Wen Yongning believed it. Wen Yan's cold face almost froze. Can you believe this reason that seems nonsense at first glance?

It seems that the little prince still doesn't know how lethal his face is.

"Oh, so you mean that Miss Luo has long admired King An?" Wen Yongning raised his eyebrows, looking at Xia He and said.

"Yes."

"This statement is very interesting." Wen Yongning clapped his hands and laughed, "King An, what do you think?"

"It's interesting, you little maid is as good at fooling people as your master." Wen Yan slowly elongated his tone.

"Your disrespect to this king is enough to die thousands of times, and it is not a pity. But—"

Xia He listened to Wen Yan's dangerous tone, and the clothes on his back were drenched in cold sweat again.

"But—yes, if the dog that loyally protects the lord is also executed, wouldn't this king's reputation be tarnished?" Wen Yan looked at Luo Yunjiao, who was blocked by Xia He, with a contemptuous tone, "Luo Yunjiao, Fortunately, your servant let you save a dog's life."

What Luo Yunjiao could do was to smash her teeth into her mouth and swallow, gritted her teeth and squeezed out, "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness, Yunjiao will definitely remember your kindness."

"Okay, get off, don't let me see your stupid face." Wen Yan waved his hand in disgust.

Xia He quickly helped Luo Yunjiao up, and retreated from the courtyard.

Wen Yongning clapped his hands; "Okay, let me watch a good show today, but this matter is over."

But presumably today's incident, after this poetry meeting, Luo Yunjiao's reputation will resound throughout the Forbidden City, but it will be notorious, and this is what she wants to see. (brackets laugh)

"Yes."

Everyone stood up and sent off the two Highnesses respectfully.

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On the carriage, the system and Wen Yan were communicating.

System; "Why didn't the host completely solve Luo Yunjiao just now?"

Wen Yan closed his eyes and rested his mind; "Now is not the best time. Luo Yunjiao's stupid behavior today is not worthy of death. Seeing that her servants gave their lives to save her, let her life be spared for now. This kind of waste We can't make waves, not to mention it's not so easy to attack the Luo family now."

The breeze crept in through the gaps in the curtains of the carriage, bringing a bit of itching coolness.

Wen Yan opened the curtain of the car and passed through a gap. The street outside was extremely bustling, with a few children playing and running past the side of the road, and the shouting from the streets and alleys has never stopped.

She watched silently through the pane for a moment and then drew the curtain.

After a whole morning, Wen Yongning yelled that he was a little hungry.

There were cakes on the table at the poetry meeting just now, but Wen Yongning had to maintain his demeanor outside, so it was naturally impossible to touch these eaters.Finally, under Wen Yongning's pitiful gaze, Wen Yan pointed out a route helplessly and asked the groom to drive there to rest.

The wheel of the trot all the way stopped slowly in front of a teahouse.

Wen Yan and Wen Yongning got out of the car one after another.

Wen Yongning looked at the four big characters on the plaque, "There is a teahouse", touched his smooth chin, and said with a smile: "This name is quite down-to-earth."

"I started it, come in." Wen Yan walked in familiarly, there was already someone waiting at the door, and on the way, Wen Yan had already asked the secret guard to arrange the food and drinks in the teahouse.

"When did you get up? Why don't I know?" Wen Yongning followed Wen Yan and asked curiously.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the teahouse, they heard a "pa——" from the inner hall, which made people's scalp tremble.

In the center of the lobby, a middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray long gown was sitting behind a table and chair, with a folding fan, the storyteller was full of expressions and exaggerated movements, speaking vividly and eloquently.

Wen Yan walked into the private room on the second floor, and the voice of the storyteller downstairs was loud enough to float into the second floor, "Do you know that the barbarians have been eyeing our Daliang border for generations?"

A young man was eating melons and fruits, "Of course I know, your beginning is really old-fashioned. When we were young, none of us grew up listening to the stories of General Luo. Let me tell you something else. It has its own benefits and cannot do without you."

The storyteller stroked his gray beard, and said mysteriously, "Young man, be patient, the old man is not talking about General Luo today."

"Who is that?"

"Do you know that the barbarian who fought recently asked me to make peace with Daliang, the female general Luo?"

"Hey, of course I know. I still have gossip. General Luo will be back tomorrow." A young man said mysteriously.

"Where did you get the gossip, why don't I know?" The companion laughed and patted.

"It's still the grandson of my third uncle's uncle, just my cousin, but the soldiers under General Luo, can you send letters recently? The letter sent back not long ago said so." Mr. Huafu mentioned this layer A blood relationship that could not be broken in eight lifetimes, with an expression of sharing weal and woe.

"Speaking of which, General Luo is not easy. He led troops to guard the border of Daliang for more than three years at a young age. Although she is a woman, she is proficient in everything."

"Yes, yes, yes, it is said that this one is very beautiful." Another scholar closed his eyes and shook his head, tsk-tsk, "It would be great if I could see the general's demeanor."

Wen Yongning listened for a while with great interest, and when the dishes were served, he reluctantly turned his head and said to Wen Yan, "Do you know what story was told downstairs just now?"

"I'm not deaf either, so I can hear clearly." Wen Yan has keen five senses since he was a child, and he was born in the royal family. Do not take half a step.

The storyteller downstairs was talking about General Luo who was about to lead his troops back to the court——Luo Hanjue.

With a superb technique, seeing blood seal his throat, Luo Hanjue's reputation is synonymous with the god of death in the ears of the barbarians.

The news about the person downstairs is true. According to the news from the dark guard the day before yesterday, a group of people has entered the nearest border town in Bianjing. Calculating the time, it should be here tomorrow.

Wen Yan knew that General Luo's reputation was indeed brave and good at fighting, but in three or four years, he bit off the difficult bone of Nanman, and even brought back the lost territories and cities one by one.

These are things that the outside world knows.

Those who have seen her true appearance say that Luo Hanjue has truly inherited her father Luo Yebing's bravery and good at fighting, and her demeanor and demeanor have also preserved the excellent genes of her parents better.It's just that the expressionless face looks too cold, so cold that there is no close man on the same side for so many years, it is really difficult for admirers to approach.

However, Wen Yan met Luo Hanjue once.Although there was no conversation, it was just an accidental passing by.

Wen Yan fumbled for the warm white jade hanging around her waist, and looked out the window. She hadn't told anyone about this, not even Wen Yongning.After all, this happened a long time ago, so long that if she hadn't talked about this strange name, it might have slowly faded away in her mottled memory.

Almost after recovering from her illness, she passed a man in armor on the way to find Wen Zibo.

Wen Yan was in a hurry at that time, sitting on the palace carriage, he didn't pay attention to the salutes of the passers-by.That stopover in a hurry was also because the voice that greeted the military commander softly was too clear and moving.

Even Wen Yan couldn't help following his reputation, as she expected, this man was also very good-looking.

Later Wen Yan learned that the woman was the new general who was entrusted with important tasks on the frontier by Emperor Wen of Liang.

She is also the daughter of Luo Yebing, the former chief general.

Later, she heard that Luo Hanjue led troops to the front line.Wen Yan understood that Luo Hanjue should have gone to the palace to receive orders that day.

Wen Yongning ate the food, but he didn't forget the annoying energy of the chatter, "It's weird for you to say this. Our invincible General Luo and Luo Yunjiao are sisters of the same clan, but the proud son of heaven is outside. Hard work, some people sit inside and enjoy the rewards, and don't forget to discredit the Luo family."

Wen Yongning shook the small wine glass and clicked his tongue three times comfortably.

Wen Yan glanced at the other party lightly; "Eat your food, so much can't keep your mouth shut."

Wen Yongning hasn't forgotten the moment when he just entered the door, and asked curiously; "By the way, you haven't told me when you opened this teahouse. I remember that this is a famous teahouse in Beijing. The dim sum chefs in it are skilled It’s a must, sometimes I’m not even ranked.”

Wen Yan ate the pea yellow, chewing slowly: "There are so many things you don't know, as long as you know, when you come back in the future, you can always have snacks."

"When a gentleman says something, a horse is hard to chase. That's what you said. Hey, I'll wait for your words." Wen Yongning smiled like a fox who has stolen a chicken, the kind that hasn't wiped off the oil on his mouth.

Wen Yan felt relaxed after being harassed by Wen Yongning like this, his harsh facial features gradually softened.

Only at this time, others can peep from the sidelines, the beauty that is as famous as King An's fierce reputation, and also praised by others.

Wen Yan quietly enjoyed the rare afternoon, the warmth of the afternoon spilled in through the window panes, following the dappled light and shadow, she turned her head to look at the street outside.

The little prince narrowed his eyes and thought.

At this time tomorrow, maybe the streets will become lively.

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The author has something to say:

Well, the general will appear in the next chapter, and the emotional line will begin soon.