Someone always hinders my strategy

"The lord's people came on time." Wan Yao raised his eyes and looked towards the door. Standing against the light was a man in coarse linen clothes. His face was extremely ordinary, and he was the kind who couldn't be recognized when thrown into the crowd.

"My master said that if the husband is in poor health, it's okay not to go." The man said, his tone did not fluctuate, as if he had no emotion.

"No, I have my own plans." Wan Yan smiled, if he didn't go, then the previously agreed things would not be established, the so-called "it's okay not to go" is just a polite phrase to win people's hearts.

The man nodded, stepped forward to support Wan Yao, Wan Yao was not pretentious, got up with a little help and followed him to the carriage at the gate of the yard.

Sure enough, his body was still a little weak, and he felt a little dizzy after only a few steps.Wan Yao's intuition was wrong, and he always felt that his condition was not just caused by illness. However, this physical weakness was mixed with illness factors, so it was difficult to trace the real reason.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the concerned eyes of the villagers, but although the carriage was ordinary, it was not affordable for ordinary people. The villagers were afraid of getting into trouble, so they dared not come to ask.

Wanjiao was a little fortunate, at the moment he didn't have the intention to explain, and his physical discomfort made him careless about unnecessary things.

After he got into the carriage, he closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the wheels rolling forward, Wan Yan felt a little drowsy.

He started to communicate with that person after they settled down in Zhangjia Village. The method is also very simple, that is, the ancient flying pigeons pass on letters. After all, he has the plug-in of the system, so this can still be done.

He knew early on that it was impossible for Chu Zhan to permanently lose his memory. If this continues, there will be no stimulation, and the degree of goodwill will never be full, let alone he.If he boiled the frog in warm water according to his previous strategy, it would be safe, but it would be too lukewarm, and it would only be suitable for him who has never experienced loss.

The night the little fox died, he realized that if he couldn't become stronger and understand himself better, he could only bear the pain, the pain of the unknown, the pain of loss, the pain of numbness.

He had to move on, faster, and he felt as if he was being chased by something, and if he didn't move forward, he felt that he would be consumed by this pain.

He rejects such an outcome.

So he changed his thinking, and it would be fine if there were no conflicts to create conflicts. Thinking of this, he instantly felt that the way forward became clearer, and he even had a new understanding of the so-called he.

Then he planned all this, but although it was expected, seeing Chu Zhan's suspicious and disappointed expression made him feel a little uncomfortable.

With a wry smile, it was obviously caused by myself, so why are you being hypocritical now?Sure enough, the frailty of the body affected him, making him sentimental?

Pressing his forehead, Wan Yan gradually fell asleep while the carriage was shaking. It was obvious that the carriage was extremely uncomfortable, but it was still not as good as the pain, so Wan Yan ignored it.

It took a total of half a month from Zhangjiacun to the capital.

He almost fell asleep for half a month. Thanks to this, when he arrived in the capital, his spirit was a little better, but he was still sick.

"You look like this, how can I send you to the hands of the emperor?" The delicate face, with the tear mole at the corner of the eye, looks a bit evil.

"My lord." Wan Yao bent down and wanted to salute. The person in front of him was Mo Minglan, the most capable of the royal family he had evaluated in his previous life. There were no useful people under his command, and he couldn't compete with his two imperial brothers, so he failed to ascend the throne.

And under such a disadvantage, when all the brothers in the royal family are almost dead, being an idle prince is enough to show his ability.

"Tsk, you're already weak like this, so don't be brave." Mo Minglan lifted Wanyao, and helped him into the room without letting him finish his salute.

"It's okay, the grassroots only need to cultivate for half a day." Half lying on the bed, Wan Yao said with some embarrassment, but his hands and feet were weak, which made his words unconvincing.

Seeing him like this, Mo Minglan frowned: "This king went to the imperial physician to show you." After saying that, he was about to go out.

Wan Yao didn't know where he came from, and he had a burst of strength, and grabbed Mo Minglan's clothes corner: "My lord, the grassroots are fine, don't alarm the imperial physician."

Mo Minglan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly he developed an aura, which made it difficult for Wanjiao's already uncomfortable body to hold on, so he couldn't help coughing a few times, and secretly wiped it away in a corner that Mo Minglan couldn't see. bloodstained.

"My lord, Cao Min is a doctor. I know my own body well, so please give me half a day." Wan Yan raised her head, her gaze was firm, and she didn't appear to be affected by that momentum at all.

Mo Minglan was almost stunned. He bent down and looked at Wan Yan: "Are you really going to die?"

Wan Yan replied with a smile: "It's not the end, who knows if it's a dead end?"

Hearing this, Mo Minglan laughed loudly: "Hahaha, that's right! You are such an interesting person, I really don't want you to die." After saying such a sentence with no clear meaning, Mo Minglan turned and left , but didn't mention the words of going to the imperial physician again.

After Mo Minglan left, Wan Yao let go of his heart, and then coughed violently. After finally stopping, Wan Yao opened the soul-returning pill that he bought half a month ago.

He didn't lie to Mo Minglan, he knew his own body, he knew it better than anyone else, his mental improvement was just a flashback, and within half a month, his body had already weakened to this point.

So he refused Mo Minglan's act of seeking the imperial physician, because he knew that even if the imperial physician came, he would just tell Mo Minglan that he was about to die. Not only was it meaningless, but it might also affect his future. action.

It's just that this is definitely not caused by a simple illness. He doesn't know what the condition of his body is, but what he worries about is whether there will be such hidden dangers in his body in every life, and in his previous life he escaped the fate of becoming weak and dying What is the reason? After thinking for a long time, there is no answer. I am afraid I have to ask the system.

Swallowing the soul-returning pill, Wan Yao finally felt better. As expected of the magic medicine produced by the system, it took effect so quickly.

"Can you explain my physical problems to me?" For the past half month, Wan Yao has been in a daze and had no chance to ask the system. Now that it's all over, he naturally has to hurry up and ask.

"Zi...it's...a physical problem." The system's voice was intermittent, and some couldn't hear clearly.

"What's going on?" Is the signal bad?

"Zi...Because the host failed to complete the task for a long time, the system has insufficient energy and is about to shut down."

"Why? Isn't the time as long as the first world?"

"The energy source of the system is... Zi... The host's own energy and the reward when the task is completed... Zi... The energy in the previous inventory has been exhausted." The sound of the system is like a candle flickering in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time. You can only seize the time to ask questions you care about.

"Tell me, how to prevent physical weakness caused by physical problems." Obviously the situation is urgent, but Wan Yao's brain is calmer than ever.

"Energy... Zi." The voice stopped suddenly, but Wan Yao finally understood, he didn't expect his body to be like this, if the future missions are also like the present one without the conditions for martial arts, then he will die easily ?

Wan Yan thought that at this moment he should be angry that his life was not in his hands, but in fact he was calmly thinking about how to use this point in future tasks.

Half a day passed quickly, and when it was getting dark, Wan Yan was able to stand in front of Mo Minglan intact.

"My lord, the grassroots are ready, and the previous plan can be carried out." After the salute, Wan Yan went straight to the point.

Mo Minglan looked at Wan Yao with a cold look in his eyes. He didn't believe Wan Yan's words. Before, he looked like he was dying. How could he be healed so soon? He must have used some kind of tiger and wolf medicine. Overdraw your life ahead of time.

"Since you have made up your mind, this king will not stop you. Someone will pick you up tomorrow." After saying this, he waved his sleeves and left.

He has seen many people, but he has never seen someone who is so eager to die. Seeing Wan Yan like this, a woman's figure suddenly flashed in his memory, which made Mo Minglan feel disgusted in his heart.

He didn't know what he hated, it was obvious that they were two unrelated people, but this feeling came to his heart, and he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The next day, Wan Yao was sent into the palace in a small sedan chair in the name of someone else, and Mo Minglan could not be found on the head of the investigation. Lan will not leave any openings.

The huge palace was resplendent and magnificent, but there were no people there. The only few eunuchs all lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Wan Yan didn't care about them, waved away the servants, and cleaned himself up alone.

When he first came to the palace, the emperor came here on the first day when he was not so free, so naturally no one asked him.

He also casually sat down in the corridor in front of the palace, took out the jug, filled the glass, and drank slowly.

There was a part of the soul-returning pill he ground in the wine. He didn't know when the opportunity would come, so he still had to save the medicine for the time being. Originally, he exchanged the soul-returning pill in advance just to prevent any unexpected situations from being too late to exchange it with the system. Now the system Closed, but he had no choice but to thank himself for the preparations he had made in advance.

The moonlight in the courtyard was cold, like those nights a few months ago, but the scenery was different, from desolate to prosperous, from dilapidated to luxurious, only the bright moon remained the same, as if watching his behavior coldly.

But he didn't have any intention of admiring the moon, only his brain was running fast, thinking about the next action, deducing all possibilities to assist his action.

Anyway, on the point of patience, he is extremely confident.

"It's really a beautiful sight for a beauty to drink under the moonlight!" Looking at the middle-aged man in a yellow robe who came, Wan Yao raised his eyebrows, should he say...is he lucky?