Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Since Li Changyan asked so sincerely, Ning Xiyuan answered without any hesitation.

"Become a national teacher."

Yes, be the national teacher.

This was the mission she had drawn from her scroll.

But such a straightforward answer caused the entire carriage to fall into silence.

Become a national teacher?

This is a political issue...

"The priest is really..." Li Changyan held his forehead and couldn't find any words to describe it for a moment.

It's really rampant!

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, the girl's next sentence was even more explosive.

"I will help you become emperor."

Ning Xiyuan was very serious.

"......" Li Changyan suddenly looked up and stared into the girl's eyes.

But it was only for a moment, as if all the strength was suddenly taken away, and he returned to his half-dead state.

"I have no interest in the throne, so please don't mention it again, priest."

Li Changyan took a handkerchief, gently covered his lips, and coughed twice.

Ning Xiyuan frowned slightly.

Easy to install.

It was installed.

But she could understand.

A person who can endure and is good at disguising himself is most likely to become the winner.

But she didn't have time to endure with Li Changyan.

Ning Xiyuan laughed: "Is it shameful to be crowned emperor?"

"We can't give such an opportunity to that idiot Fifth Prince."

"How about you and I work together to kick him out?"

The girl's voice is crisp, and when she laughs, it's like spring breeze melting snow, bright and stunning.

But this kind of smile does not reach the eyes and only remains on the surface.

The expression on Li Changyan's face became subtle.

He looked at Ning Xiyuan and didn't speak for a long time.

The matter of the throne has always been a shroud of mystery and secrecy, and few people speak of it so openly.

only...

Li Changyan forced a pale smile, as if he was unable to defend himself. He just smiled and said nothing.

But the girl next to her still chuckled.

He lowered his voice and said, “Your ambition is written in your eyes.”

Li Changyan: ......

Yes, he is ambitious.

But after so many years of planning for the throne, unfortunately there were too many factors standing in his way.

In order to survive, he had to pretend to be desperate and dying.

However, even the emperor did not suspect this young fake priest...

How did you tell that?

Ning Xiyuan lifted the curtain that was fluttering with the shaking of the carriage. The streets outside were prosperous and bustling.

She ignored the emotions surging in Li Changyan's eyes and just sighed softly.

"Hurry up."

"How about two months?"

Ning Xiyuan turned around and stared at Li Changyan.

In the remaining half month, it would be best to go back to Linxian City and sleep till the sun goes down.

The expression on Li Changyan's face was somewhat broken.

The person in front of me is just talking to himself, totally...

These words... were spoken openly in broad daylight, on the busy street, which made him feel inexplicably guilty.

"There is no rush for this matter. We need to work on it slowly." Seeing this, Li Changyan gave up his disguise.

Now that he had been seen through, he spoke frankly.

Originally, he wanted her to enter the palace...in order to win her over.

After all, he has some real skills.

Ning Xiyuan: "No, it won't work at all."

"I heard that half a month later is the Zhaigu Festival. According to the rules in recent years, a large-scale sacrifice will be held."

"We need all the capable people from all religious sects across the country to pray to the Rain God for rain."

"I think it's an auspicious day."

After listening to the system analysis just now, she felt that Ning Jin would definitely not do nothing on the Zhaigu Festival.

Li Changyan frowned.

He has been planning for many years and is not in a hurry.

"The emperor's illness seems to be improving, but...is this too fast?"

Li Changyan looked at Ning Xiyuan calmly.

Ning Xiyuan: "I'm in a hurry."

Li Changyan: ???

No, who wants to be the emperor!? He is not in a hurry...

Ning Xiyuan seemed to have seen through what Li Changyan hadn't said, and she kindly reminded him: "That saint is also in a hurry, so..."

Everything will start in advance.

And...it was over quickly.

Li Changyan did not answer and fell silent.

Ning Xiyuan didn't care.

She just realized it belatedly, as if she had forgotten something.

----

The palace is very large, and compared to Cangzhou Palace, it is more simple, elegant and tranquil.

Although it is not inlaid with gold or jade, the ancient and elegant corridor courtyard exudes a sense of oppression everywhere.

The courtyard arranged by Li Changyan is very large.

There is a garden in front, side rooms, and even a semi-open-air hot spring pool in the backyard.

There are clusters of flowers, and although they are all ordinary flowers, they are brightly blooming.

Ning Xiyuan didn't pay attention to all this, she just threw herself onto the bed.

I talked so much to two idiots today. It really drained my energy. I need to sleep to make up for it.

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Li Changyan walked through the rockery and found a secret door behind it.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a strategist in blue clothes came to greet him.

"My Lord, how is it?"

Li Changyan sat down at the table and frowned slightly: "I've hurt the reputation of the Fifth Prince as soon as I came here."

"Indeed... he has some skills."

"She wants the position of national teacher..."

Li Changyan suddenly felt something strange.

At present, the White Lotus Sect is still the state religion, and the White Lotus followers are even larger.

To openly declare that he wants to be the imperial teacher is as treasonous as standing on the street and shouting that he wants to be the emperor.

"interesting..."

In this dynasty, he seemed to have never seen anyone so bold and presumptuous.

And it doesn't take a moment to see through his ambition.

After all, he is also a half confidant...

The blue-robed strategist frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "This person can bring rain and has great powers. If he can't be controlled..."

Li Changyan laughed twice.

"She is a fake priestess after all, what do you think, Ziqian?"

A priest of the Dark Moon Cult?

If he says yes, then it is; if he says no, then it is not.

The blue-robed counselor immediately smiled, bowed, and complimented, "The Lord is wise."

---

Ning Xiyuan was in a daze and slept until midnight. When he opened his eyes, he saw a tall, blurry black shadow standing beside the bed.

"...Yan Qi'an?"

Ning Xiyuan shouted.

In fact, she recognized his scent.

Not to mention that the boy is occasionally filled with the sweetness of grapes.

As soon as she finished speaking, a sneer came from the darkness, with no disguising sarcasm and mockery.

The young man's voice rang out in the darkness, lacking his usual false gentleness and gaining a bit of sharpness and edge.

"Ningning still remember me?"

"I thought you had completely forgotten me."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Her silence meant that she felt a little guilty.

Faced with Yan Qian'an's awkward remarks, Ning Xiyuan moved further into the bed to make room.

He lifted the quilt, patted it gently, and said hesitantly, "Are you going to sleep?"

she asked.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

Exploded.

----small theater----

Yan Qianan: I’m furious! I’m furious! I’m furious! I have to kiss her to appease her!

Ning Xiyuan: Then...sleep?