Crane Chong dressed as a villain and a foolish king

The accident happened too fast, Zhuang Heng felt a strong suction force before he had time to react, and then the scenery in front of him quickly reversed, and in the blink of an eye, he was lifted by his feet, his head was dangling downward, and he looked at the reflection in the water.

There was another person's reflection in the water, which was vague and unrecognizable, but Zhuang Heng had quickly guessed the identity of the person coming, and couldn't help but stand on end in shock: [What kind of shit luck is this!I let the national teacher catch me? ]

ai: [It seems to be... This is really stepping on dog shit... Master, you are so unlucky. ]

For those who pass through the book, the most recognizable thing in this world should be the national teacher. After all, the national teacher is the only human being who can fly. The original text does not create a world of martial arts. The ability to fly as much as you want is definitely a bug-level existence. Such a bug creates a mysterious aura for the national teacher, helping him to gain unanimous admiration from the monarch to the people. In addition, he has assisted three generations of emperors and his appearance has not faded. It is not an exaggeration to be a god. With the blessing of double bugs, the weight of this national teacher in the hearts of the people can be imagined.

Such a respected national teacher is the chief culprit who started the path of perversion in today's world. However, the people don't think he is wrong. In the eyes of the people, the national teacher makes alchemy for the emperor when there is nothing to do, and comes out when there is something wrong. Calling the wind and calling the rain, communicating with the heaven and the earth, is really worrying about the community. It is indeed the meaning of the national teacher to raise the cranes, but that is because the cranes are the messengers of the gods. It's okay to be appointed an official and a noble, but he still thinks about Rihe. It's really mud that can't support the wall. If it weren't for the support of the national teacher, this country would have been over.

Zhuang Heng thought the same way when he was reading a book. At that time, he was an outsider with a very peaceful mind and a very godly view.

But now that he is dressed as a crane, can he still have good results if he is caught by the national teacher?Now the national teacher is his enemy!

All these thoughts are but a flash, Zhuang Heng is terrified, struggling desperately in the net bag, but the national teacher is carrying him like a thin little chicken, and it easily lands on the side of the stream, first looking down at him carefully After a while, he threw him to the ground indifferently.

Zhuang Heng was hit dizzily: [Damn! ]

The young man withdrew from Zhuang Heng's body from the corner of his eye, with a calm expression, lowered eyebrows, folded his hands in front of him, bowed to the bottom, and said respectfully: "The national teacher is back!"

The national teacher nodded slightly: "Well, I only found out that there was a rebellion when I came back. I heard that you had escaped, so I went all the way to find this place. Are you injured?"

The boy said: "I got some injuries on my legs, but it's not a serious problem."

The national teacher looked down at his legs, saw that his trouser legs were half rolled up, and that the wound had already been covered with herbs, so he went over and squatted down to take a closer look, then shook his head and said, "This kind of herbs has very slow effects. I brought back some elixir, and I will use it for you."

As he spoke, he lifted his palm and floated above the wound, a ray of light flashed, and the medicinal herbs applied on the wound flew away as if blown by the wind, leaving a ferocious bright red wound. A seed-like thing was poured out of it, and it flew onto the young man's wound, and it sank in an instant. The young man let out a muffled grunt, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, the skin and flesh regenerated and returned to its original state.

Zhuang Heng squatted in the net bag next to him, stretching his neck with difficulty to witness all this. After reading it, he couldn't help marveling: [It's really the same as what was written in the book!The national teacher is simply a super golden finger!No wonder King Qi has been trying to win him over! ]

Ai's voice trembled: [The national teacher is so powerful, master, can't you escape? ]

Zhuang Heng was also anxious: [If I can understand what they say, maybe I can think of a solution!I don't know if there is still a chance to live broadcast, how far is the score before reaching [-]? ]

ai: [It's still a dozen or so. ]

Disappointed, Zhuang Heng buried his head in the sand.

At this moment, the young man walked up to him, pulled the net covering his body, and said casually, "This crane is too thin, it doesn't look pretty, so don't mind."

The national teacher smiled, and his eyes were full of meaning, as if he could see through his little thoughts: "There are special people in the palace to feed it, and they will take good care of it."

The boy didn't insist, turned around, clenched his fist behind his back with one hand: "Then listen to the national teacher."

The national teacher nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the middle-aged man next to him, his expression calmed down: "This lowly slave is not doing enough to protect the master, which puts you in danger, I will kill him now, as a warning to others! "

The boy's hand that had just been loosened was suddenly clenched again, and Zhuang Heng squatted behind him, looking suspiciously at his bulging veins and stretched white fingers, watching his palm slowly ooze dark red, and a drop of blood streaked across it. The palm prints dripped down slowly, and he shouted "Fuck" in his heart in shock. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and found a round pebble from the ground, picked it up and stuffed it into his hand secretly.

The brows of the young man twitched imperceptibly, and the drooping eyelashes covered the strange color that slipped under his eyes. He paused, let go of the stone, and held it tightly again. The stone was first exposed to the sun and then burned by the fire. At this moment, it is warm in the palm of the hand, and this subtle warmth spreads along the palm to the whole body, melting the boy's cold blood.

The man prostrated himself on the ground, deeply buried his face and kowtowed, and said in a trembling voice: "Slave, I wish to receive the death penalty."

The national teacher drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed it down at the speed of lightning. The strong wind lifted the messy hair on the young man's head, his white joints protruded, and the stone in his palm was cracked instantly. He stood upright and closed his lips tightly. Without saying a word, his pupils suddenly constricted, and the cold light flickering from the tip of the sword was reflected in his deep black eyes.

The national teacher's eyes flicked across his face, and the sword suddenly shifted, cutting off one of the man's ears, and blood spattered out.

The man was in excruciating pain, his body trembling violently, but he kept silent, only big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face was pale.

Zhuang Heng was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his pupils seemed to be stained with blood, and stared blankly at the pebbles in the young man's hands turning into powder and falling down one after another amidst the blood red.

The national teacher put his sword back into its sheath, and there was a little smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he couldn't hide the superior indifference in his expression. He took a deep look at the young man, and said slowly: "I almost forgot, he is The person your mother left behind, for the sake of your late mother, spare his life for the time being, this ear should teach him a lesson."

The young man seemed to be frightened, flinched slightly, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for your mercy."

The man was still prostrate on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness!"

The national teacher turned around and said, "The punishment is fine, let's go back."

But the young man suddenly took a step to stop him, and when he turned around, he quickly lowered his head, his eyes dodged and said: "Has the national teacher ever returned to the capital? There... how is it now?"

The national teacher said: "I don't know for the time being. I heard that the rebel party colluded with foreign enemies and secretly raised a northern soldier in the frontier horse farm. These northern soldiers didn't learn the benevolence and righteousness of our Central Plains. They burned, killed, looted and tortured. Come in, the capital might not be much better."

The boy lowered his head and took a step back hesitantly: "I..."

The national teacher said: "If you are really afraid, you might as well go to the Dai country that is closest to this place, and stay there for a few days, and I will pick you up after I go back and deal with the rebellious party."

"Then there will be Lao Guoshi!" The young man breathed a sigh of relief, paused and said, "However, Daihou is sick on the bed recently, and it may be inconvenient to see people, so I might as well go to the waste capital."

There was a trace of contempt in the eyes of the national teacher, and he smiled: "Abandoned City is not bad. Abandoned City is a good place to stay away from disputes."

The young man suddenly glanced at Zhuang Heng, frightened Zhuang Heng who was listening to the heavenly scriptures with mosquito coils all over his head, and said: "I'm afraid it's no fun to use up the capital, so just follow me with this crane, thin or thin." It’s better to be a playmate than to pass the time boringly.”

The national teacher had observed Zhuang Heng a long time ago, maybe he felt that there was nothing special about him, and he didn't care much about his going or staying, so he just nodded casually, raised his hand and took the net away, but he didn't give him a chance to escape. He raised his hand to suck him in, and while he screamed in terror, he conjured an iron cage out of thin air to lock him up, and finally threw the cage onto the boy's carriage.

Zhuang Heng was thrown dizzy, and his heart was full of fear of the unknown: [What is he going to do?Do you want to take me back to present to the emperor? ]

Ai stammered and said: [No, no, no, I don't know! ]

The young man quickly boarded the carriage, sat down beside Zhuang Heng, and hid the ear he picked up at some point in his hand into his sleeve.

Zhuang Heng stared at his sleeve, dazed for a moment, the fear in his heart lessened for no reason, followed by gnashing of teeth anger: [I've written down this grudge!Immortal, you wait for me! ]

AI is full of worry: [He looks so powerful!Who can beat this!How about we go to King Qi!I remember that the only one who can compete with him in the original text is King Qi! ]

Zhuang Heng: [How to get there?How do you say I get there? ]

Thinking of his cage, ai fell silent. After a while, he began to change the subject: [Master, who do you think this little brother is?He is very familiar with the national teacher, could he be the emperor? ]

Zhuang Heng thought for a while: [Impossible, I remember that the emperor was in his twenties in the original text, and the younger brother looked underage.Besides, this is obviously a kind little angel, do you think he looks like that pervert? ]

ai: [That's right. ]

Zhuang Heng began to make bold guesses: [Anyone who can speak in front of the national teacher must be related to the palace. If it is not the emperor, who else is it?Oh, by the way, I remember that in the original article, the emperor also raised a lot of male favorites. Look at the beauty of the little brother, is he qualified to be a male favorite? ]

Ai said: [Yes, absolutely, more than enough. ]

The more Zhuang Heng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, his eyes were full of pity: [No wonder he was fleeing before, but unfortunately he still couldn't escape the clutches of the national teacher.Poor child, at such a young age, he will be caught by the national teacher to serve the pervert... I feel sorry for me. ]

Just when Zhuang Heng was thinking about how to take care of each other with his younger brother in the palace in the future, the boy suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Zhuang Heng blinked.

The boy's eyes patrolled him, earnestly and carefully.

Zhuang Heng asked ai: [Why is he looking at me?Do you want to go with me? ]

ai: [...Maybe, it's really pitiful. ]

The boy's eyes were deep, he thought for a moment, and began to undress.

Zhuang Heng was shocked: [What kind of operation is this? ! ]

The boy didn't take off his clothes, but only exposed a small piece of his chest. Under Zhuang Heng's shocked gaze, he took off a piece of white feather that was close to his chest.

Zhuang Heng tilted his head curiously to look at the feather, and with the help of the faint firelight in the carriage, he saw that it was not a real feather, but a piece of white jade as thin as a cicada's wing. The characters are still patterns, and there is a very thin and transparent silk thread on the top of the jade, which cannot be found without looking carefully.

The young man took the feather-shaped piece of white jade into the cage together with the silk thread, and at the same time lifted one of Zhuang Heng's wings with one hand, found the correct position and fastened the silk thread, and then pasted the white jade along the direction of the feather. The jade piece didn't know what was added, but it was able to stick tightly to his wings like glue.

Zhuang Heng raised his wings and slapped the jade, but the piece of jade didn't move at all.

The young man touched his neck, his eyes darkened, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if you can understand my words, if you can understand, please keep this thing for me, if you don't understand..."

Zhuang Heng: [Little brother, why are you hiding such a treasure on me?If you have something to say, hold it back, and say it two days later, okay!I can't understand now! ]

The young man lowered his eyes for a moment, then stopped talking, finally withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the faint fire beside him, his eyes were full of coldness and terror.