Someone always hinders my strategy
Chapter 22 Hard Mode
What he saw again was a familiar scene, the hall where he had been imprisoned for a month was still dark, and the long chain that had been removed with great difficulty was shackled on his left foot again.
The scenery outside just left him after being with him for a few days. Presumably those rebels hiding underground also left at the same time. Mo Minglan started the layout as early as January, and now it must be all of them. It's all over.
Wan Yao got out of bed, walked skillfully to the table and planned to eat something, but unexpectedly, the previous sumptuous table was gone, only a few cold vegetarian dishes, and the treatment was not as good as before.
As if he didn't see this, Wan Yan sat down slowly, and suddenly there was a creak, and the chair was broken from the middle. Fortunately, Wan Yan sat slowly and stopped in time. When he turned his head, he saw that this chair was not the original chair either. Yes, it looks very tattered.
Wan Yao glanced at the wreckage of the chair, and then at the other chairs around the table. Seeing that they were all like this, he put some vegetables in the bowl and sat on the bed to eat.
After eating, I should have felt a little warm, but the food was cold, and after eating, it actually got colder.
Wan Yan put away the bowls and chopsticks, and got into the quilt. At this time, he found that the quilt was also damp. Covering it not only failed to keep warm, but also made his already cold body even colder.
Originally, she couldn't fall asleep like this, but now Wanjiao's body is really weak, and she fell asleep in a daze when she was cold.
It's just that I couldn't sleep well. After a long time, I suddenly felt a source of heat, so I put it on to keep warm, and it got better.
In the main hall, Mo Minglan looked at the slender body hugging her, with an expression of uncertainty, he sighed after a long time, and ordered the quilt to be changed.
Wan Yan vaguely felt that it was Mo Minglan who had come in the middle of his sleep, but he was really out of spirit and didn't want to open his eyes. Thinking that the other party would not do anything to him now, he continued to sleep with peace of mind.
This sleep lasted until the sky was getting dark, and when Wan Yao woke up, he was surprised to find that Mo Minglan was still there.
Feeling the person in his arms waking up, Mo Minglan also opened his eyes, and said jokingly, "Since you're awake, you still cling to me?"
Wan Yan withdrew his hand silently, he is not so cold now, it doesn't matter whether he hugs or not.
Seeing this, Mo Minglan snorted coldly, feeling inexplicably upset: "Do you know you're wrong?"
Wan Yan felt baffled when he heard this, what did he do wrong?He was kidnapped. If he hadn't cooperated, could he have been rescued so early? Now it's his fault?
"I don't know." Wan Yan said coldly, he doesn't have much time now, I don't ask you to take good care of him, but what is it to torment him like this with cold dishes, cold soup, cold quilts and broken chairs?It's good that he didn't complain, now Mo Minglan's words mean that he deliberately wants to be punished?
"Hmph, then come and talk to me when you know!" Mo Minglan was also angry. He stood up and looked down at Wan Yao. Accept it for me too, use that broken quilt if you like!"
"!" Wan Yan was startled, just about to grab the quilt but watched the quilt being taken away, she wanted to cry, but she didn't want to give in to Mo Minglan even more.
——It’s a big deal to read the file, anyway, I’m not afraid of dying.
Well, I'm still a little scared, death or something hurts after all.
Wan Yao lowered his head, weighing whether to show weakness in his heart, he really felt that the quilt was very important, but Mo Minglan saw that he lowered his head and didn't look at himself, and felt a sense of anger in his heart, so he flung his sleeves and left here.
Just left Wanjiao in Erkang's hand behind him, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.
Although the quilt was damp and cold, it was summer, and if it wasn't for Wanjiao's weakness, he wouldn't even need to cover him with a quilt, but it's just that it's cold in this hall, so it's obviously impossible not to cover him with a quilt.
Wan Yao thought for a while, he slept before, and he is not very sleepy now, so he can try to take some measures to keep warm. He thought of the chair he broke in the afternoon, and looked at the candles that were on or off around him, and his heart paused. Make a living.
He went to look at the table first. Although the food had been changed, it was still cold. The broken chair had been cleaned up, but the other chairs had not been changed.
Wan Yao sat down lightly, and the chair broke at the sound. He picked up a few smaller pieces of wood and put them on the table, and made several more in a row. The fruit in it is relatively large, so its size is not small, so Wan Jia threw away the rotten fruit inside and took the basin.
Then he put the wood block he had selected before into the basin, took a longer one, went to the candle and lit the wood block, and then threw it into the basin.
The burning wood quickly released heat, and some smoke came out. Holding his nose, Wan Yan went to open the window.
Picking some vegetables as before, Wanjiao put the vegetables in a bowl and heated them on the fire with a flat plate, and took them out at about the same time, and finally had a hot meal.
Although the taste is not very good, it is indeed the best under the existing conditions, Wan Yao is not picky, and then began to think about the quilt.
It is impossible to bring this brazier to the bedside, what if he accidentally burns it while he is asleep?
Not sleeping all night, let alone talking, would hurt the body even more, and his current fragile body couldn't do it.
Suddenly, he saw the curtain floating in the hall, which was a little scary in this empty hall, but at this moment, Wan Yan had an idea.
His previous treatment here was excellent, everything was given the best, but now it has been replaced with the worst, but he can’t believe that everything has been taken care of for such a large project, such as decoration The curtain, the fabric is good, but it looks useless because no one will move it.
This is indeed the case, Wan Yan walked to the curtain, touched it with his hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, the material is really good, it is not impossible to cut out a few more blankets and cover them overnight.
Thinking of this, Wan Yan's smile suddenly froze. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, Mo Minglan had taken away all the sharp objects in the hall, but with his current strength, he wanted to break this fine fabric. The curtains are simply overthinking.
Suddenly he noticed that his nails, which had not been trimmed for many days, had grown a bit long, so he slowly rubbed them on the curtain with his nails, finally grinding a hole, and then tearing, the curtain broke.
Xu Shi did a lot of work, and Wan Yao was a little sleepy, so he wrapped the curtain and put the quilt on his stomach. Although it was not too warm, it was better after all. After eating, after some exercise, my body is not as cold as before.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning hit Wan Yao's face, causing Wan Yao to open his eyes involuntarily, and he was overjoyed. Today is probably a good weather, and he can dry the quilt.
Thinking of this, the drowsiness is gone, although the body is still weak, but the spirit is a little better, so I got up and planned to dry the quilt.
The chain on his left foot made him unclear how far he could go, but given the situation of him and Mo Minglan, it was best not to try it. He had seen it yesterday, and there was no ointment in the hall.
So Wanjiao gave up the plan to take the quilt to the long corridor to dry, and went to the window instead, and put the quilt on the window sill.
Fortunately, there is sunshine here, and Wan Yao guessed that it would not fall out, so he was ready to eat.
There were still cold meals and cold dishes on the table, but after all, Wan Yao had some experience from yesterday, so he continued to disassemble the chairs very diligently. He thought that when the chairs were used up in the future, he would look for other dilapidated wooden furniture in this hall. If there is no furniture, he has no choice but to go to the yard to find branches.
While enjoying the unpalatable meal, Wan Yan thought endlessly, he seems to be suitable for farming now?
On the other side, Mo Minglan heard Wan Yan's actions reported by his subordinates, and felt a sense of anger in his heart. He seemed to be doing well by torturing him like this?
Looking at the snow-white curled up in the corner of the hall, Mo Minglan gripped the letter in his hand tightly, crumpling the paper.
Then he stood up without warning, and walked out with a chill in his body.
When he saw Wan Yan again, Mo Minglan felt that Wan Yan was much more alive. Although his body was weaker than before, his spirit was much better.
"It seems that you are doing well here?"
Wan Yao's hands paused, he didn't expect Mo Minglan to be so impatient and come to him now: "It's okay, but the taste of the food is not very good."
"Are you still picky?"
"There's nothing to be picky about. At least the quilt can be covered in the sun, and the food can be eaten after being heated, but the taste of the food can't be changed."
"Are you blaming me?"
Wan Yao glanced at Mo Minglan inexplicably. Could it be that the emperor's common problem is to think crookedly?Although what he said was indeed a bit of an insinuation, but it was only after Mo Minglan said that he discovered it. How could a normal person think so much.
"...Just as long as you are happy." After thinking for a long time, Wan Yan didn't know how to answer, seeing the look of waiting for his reply, Wan Yan could only give an answer copingly.
"Happy? How happy do you make me!" He said and threw the letter in front of Wanjiao.
Wan Yao took a step back and dodged away.
"...Why are you running away?"
"..." I'll tell you if I thought it was a hidden weapon, what can I do? I was scared to death just now!
"...Pick it up." Mo Minglan supported his forehead, feeling a little tired, as if he had hit cotton with his fist.
"Oh..." Wan Yao bent down obediently and picked up the ball of paper. He felt that this might be the reason for Mo Minglan's strange attitude. Although he was still angry with Mo Minglan in his heart, he told him rationally that they There is a misunderstanding.
Sure enough, when he opened the letter, it was actually written by Wan Bo, but he didn't know how it was sent. Anyway, he didn't see it, but Mo Minglan seemed to think he did.
Wan Bo mentioned in his letter that he was asked to find an excuse to call the emperor out of the palace, and then lay an ambush outside the palace. In the best case, he would kill the dog emperor, or at least he could be rescued.
Wan Yan felt cold, how could he explain this?
He could only say: "I haven't seen this letter." His tone was flat and his voice was dry, as if he was holding on.
"Heh." Mo Minglan sneered, his eyes were piercingly cold, "How can you tell me to believe you?"
The author has something to say:
When writing this paragraph, I really want the protagonist to build a house with trees, or dig into the ground... and then everything will be there-へ-
Why on earth should I add a weak buff to the protagonist, so now I don’t know how to let him survive crying QAQ
I have to fill in the hole I dug myself while kneeling down π_π
The scenery outside just left him after being with him for a few days. Presumably those rebels hiding underground also left at the same time. Mo Minglan started the layout as early as January, and now it must be all of them. It's all over.
Wan Yao got out of bed, walked skillfully to the table and planned to eat something, but unexpectedly, the previous sumptuous table was gone, only a few cold vegetarian dishes, and the treatment was not as good as before.
As if he didn't see this, Wan Yan sat down slowly, and suddenly there was a creak, and the chair was broken from the middle. Fortunately, Wan Yan sat slowly and stopped in time. When he turned his head, he saw that this chair was not the original chair either. Yes, it looks very tattered.
Wan Yao glanced at the wreckage of the chair, and then at the other chairs around the table. Seeing that they were all like this, he put some vegetables in the bowl and sat on the bed to eat.
After eating, I should have felt a little warm, but the food was cold, and after eating, it actually got colder.
Wan Yan put away the bowls and chopsticks, and got into the quilt. At this time, he found that the quilt was also damp. Covering it not only failed to keep warm, but also made his already cold body even colder.
Originally, she couldn't fall asleep like this, but now Wanjiao's body is really weak, and she fell asleep in a daze when she was cold.
It's just that I couldn't sleep well. After a long time, I suddenly felt a source of heat, so I put it on to keep warm, and it got better.
In the main hall, Mo Minglan looked at the slender body hugging her, with an expression of uncertainty, he sighed after a long time, and ordered the quilt to be changed.
Wan Yan vaguely felt that it was Mo Minglan who had come in the middle of his sleep, but he was really out of spirit and didn't want to open his eyes. Thinking that the other party would not do anything to him now, he continued to sleep with peace of mind.
This sleep lasted until the sky was getting dark, and when Wan Yao woke up, he was surprised to find that Mo Minglan was still there.
Feeling the person in his arms waking up, Mo Minglan also opened his eyes, and said jokingly, "Since you're awake, you still cling to me?"
Wan Yan withdrew his hand silently, he is not so cold now, it doesn't matter whether he hugs or not.
Seeing this, Mo Minglan snorted coldly, feeling inexplicably upset: "Do you know you're wrong?"
Wan Yan felt baffled when he heard this, what did he do wrong?He was kidnapped. If he hadn't cooperated, could he have been rescued so early? Now it's his fault?
"I don't know." Wan Yan said coldly, he doesn't have much time now, I don't ask you to take good care of him, but what is it to torment him like this with cold dishes, cold soup, cold quilts and broken chairs?It's good that he didn't complain, now Mo Minglan's words mean that he deliberately wants to be punished?
"Hmph, then come and talk to me when you know!" Mo Minglan was also angry. He stood up and looked down at Wan Yao. Accept it for me too, use that broken quilt if you like!"
"!" Wan Yan was startled, just about to grab the quilt but watched the quilt being taken away, she wanted to cry, but she didn't want to give in to Mo Minglan even more.
——It’s a big deal to read the file, anyway, I’m not afraid of dying.
Well, I'm still a little scared, death or something hurts after all.
Wan Yao lowered his head, weighing whether to show weakness in his heart, he really felt that the quilt was very important, but Mo Minglan saw that he lowered his head and didn't look at himself, and felt a sense of anger in his heart, so he flung his sleeves and left here.
Just left Wanjiao in Erkang's hand behind him, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.
Although the quilt was damp and cold, it was summer, and if it wasn't for Wanjiao's weakness, he wouldn't even need to cover him with a quilt, but it's just that it's cold in this hall, so it's obviously impossible not to cover him with a quilt.
Wan Yao thought for a while, he slept before, and he is not very sleepy now, so he can try to take some measures to keep warm. He thought of the chair he broke in the afternoon, and looked at the candles that were on or off around him, and his heart paused. Make a living.
He went to look at the table first. Although the food had been changed, it was still cold. The broken chair had been cleaned up, but the other chairs had not been changed.
Wan Yao sat down lightly, and the chair broke at the sound. He picked up a few smaller pieces of wood and put them on the table, and made several more in a row. The fruit in it is relatively large, so its size is not small, so Wan Jia threw away the rotten fruit inside and took the basin.
Then he put the wood block he had selected before into the basin, took a longer one, went to the candle and lit the wood block, and then threw it into the basin.
The burning wood quickly released heat, and some smoke came out. Holding his nose, Wan Yan went to open the window.
Picking some vegetables as before, Wanjiao put the vegetables in a bowl and heated them on the fire with a flat plate, and took them out at about the same time, and finally had a hot meal.
Although the taste is not very good, it is indeed the best under the existing conditions, Wan Yao is not picky, and then began to think about the quilt.
It is impossible to bring this brazier to the bedside, what if he accidentally burns it while he is asleep?
Not sleeping all night, let alone talking, would hurt the body even more, and his current fragile body couldn't do it.
Suddenly, he saw the curtain floating in the hall, which was a little scary in this empty hall, but at this moment, Wan Yan had an idea.
His previous treatment here was excellent, everything was given the best, but now it has been replaced with the worst, but he can’t believe that everything has been taken care of for such a large project, such as decoration The curtain, the fabric is good, but it looks useless because no one will move it.
This is indeed the case, Wan Yan walked to the curtain, touched it with his hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, the material is really good, it is not impossible to cut out a few more blankets and cover them overnight.
Thinking of this, Wan Yan's smile suddenly froze. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, Mo Minglan had taken away all the sharp objects in the hall, but with his current strength, he wanted to break this fine fabric. The curtains are simply overthinking.
Suddenly he noticed that his nails, which had not been trimmed for many days, had grown a bit long, so he slowly rubbed them on the curtain with his nails, finally grinding a hole, and then tearing, the curtain broke.
Xu Shi did a lot of work, and Wan Yao was a little sleepy, so he wrapped the curtain and put the quilt on his stomach. Although it was not too warm, it was better after all. After eating, after some exercise, my body is not as cold as before.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning hit Wan Yao's face, causing Wan Yao to open his eyes involuntarily, and he was overjoyed. Today is probably a good weather, and he can dry the quilt.
Thinking of this, the drowsiness is gone, although the body is still weak, but the spirit is a little better, so I got up and planned to dry the quilt.
The chain on his left foot made him unclear how far he could go, but given the situation of him and Mo Minglan, it was best not to try it. He had seen it yesterday, and there was no ointment in the hall.
So Wanjiao gave up the plan to take the quilt to the long corridor to dry, and went to the window instead, and put the quilt on the window sill.
Fortunately, there is sunshine here, and Wan Yao guessed that it would not fall out, so he was ready to eat.
There were still cold meals and cold dishes on the table, but after all, Wan Yao had some experience from yesterday, so he continued to disassemble the chairs very diligently. He thought that when the chairs were used up in the future, he would look for other dilapidated wooden furniture in this hall. If there is no furniture, he has no choice but to go to the yard to find branches.
While enjoying the unpalatable meal, Wan Yan thought endlessly, he seems to be suitable for farming now?
On the other side, Mo Minglan heard Wan Yan's actions reported by his subordinates, and felt a sense of anger in his heart. He seemed to be doing well by torturing him like this?
Looking at the snow-white curled up in the corner of the hall, Mo Minglan gripped the letter in his hand tightly, crumpling the paper.
Then he stood up without warning, and walked out with a chill in his body.
When he saw Wan Yan again, Mo Minglan felt that Wan Yan was much more alive. Although his body was weaker than before, his spirit was much better.
"It seems that you are doing well here?"
Wan Yao's hands paused, he didn't expect Mo Minglan to be so impatient and come to him now: "It's okay, but the taste of the food is not very good."
"Are you still picky?"
"There's nothing to be picky about. At least the quilt can be covered in the sun, and the food can be eaten after being heated, but the taste of the food can't be changed."
"Are you blaming me?"
Wan Yao glanced at Mo Minglan inexplicably. Could it be that the emperor's common problem is to think crookedly?Although what he said was indeed a bit of an insinuation, but it was only after Mo Minglan said that he discovered it. How could a normal person think so much.
"...Just as long as you are happy." After thinking for a long time, Wan Yan didn't know how to answer, seeing the look of waiting for his reply, Wan Yan could only give an answer copingly.
"Happy? How happy do you make me!" He said and threw the letter in front of Wanjiao.
Wan Yao took a step back and dodged away.
"...Why are you running away?"
"..." I'll tell you if I thought it was a hidden weapon, what can I do? I was scared to death just now!
"...Pick it up." Mo Minglan supported his forehead, feeling a little tired, as if he had hit cotton with his fist.
"Oh..." Wan Yao bent down obediently and picked up the ball of paper. He felt that this might be the reason for Mo Minglan's strange attitude. Although he was still angry with Mo Minglan in his heart, he told him rationally that they There is a misunderstanding.
Sure enough, when he opened the letter, it was actually written by Wan Bo, but he didn't know how it was sent. Anyway, he didn't see it, but Mo Minglan seemed to think he did.
Wan Bo mentioned in his letter that he was asked to find an excuse to call the emperor out of the palace, and then lay an ambush outside the palace. In the best case, he would kill the dog emperor, or at least he could be rescued.
Wan Yan felt cold, how could he explain this?
He could only say: "I haven't seen this letter." His tone was flat and his voice was dry, as if he was holding on.
"Heh." Mo Minglan sneered, his eyes were piercingly cold, "How can you tell me to believe you?"
The author has something to say:
When writing this paragraph, I really want the protagonist to build a house with trees, or dig into the ground... and then everything will be there-へ-
Why on earth should I add a weak buff to the protagonist, so now I don’t know how to let him survive crying QAQ
I have to fill in the hole I dug myself while kneeling down π_π
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