Someone always hinders my strategy

"What do you think is the most worthwhile place in the capital?" Wan Yao asked Mo Minglan who was beside him as soon as he left the palace gate.

They were followed by Mo Minglan's dark guards, among them, two bright faces who were highly skilled in martial arts and best at guarding followed them, named Wumao and Wuchen respectively, and there were several dark guards hidden around them. The exact number and names are unknown.

When hearing this name for the first time, Wanjiao still thoughtfully asked with a smile: "This name is recorded by the heavenly stems and earthly branches? Is there anyone named Wuwu?" But thinking in his heart that such an awkward name should be skipped, Unexpectedly, Mo Minglan nodded seriously.

"Yes, but the name is a bit of a mouthful, so I usually don't order him to do things directly."

Although there are people around them, Wumao and Wuchen are extremely quiet people, and their sense of existence is indifferent, and there is almost no feeling that they are by their side.

And listening to Wan Yan's question, Mo Minglan also thought about it seriously: "I grew up in Beijing for dozens of years, what scenery have I never seen? If you ask me which is the best, I can still comment, but Speaking of the most worth seeing, I..."

The next words were interrupted by Wan Yao's finger placed in front of Mo Minglan's mouth: "Since you have left the palace, it is better for your majesty not to reveal your identity." After speaking, he quickly moved his hand away.

Mo Minglan was stunned, and subconsciously touched his lips with his fingers. The warmth from just now still lingered here, and a feeling of regret arose in his heart, and his face blushed as if he couldn't control it.

"Hey, I... I think I can go to the biggest restaurant in the capital. There are a lot of people there. Let's see what they think of it."

Wan Yan shook his head.

"You mean... I was wrong?" Mo Minglan's tone showed dissatisfaction, and there was also a feeling of inexplicability. Who else in the world would refute him like this?Rebels and those self-righteous old undead don't count.

"The most worth seeing in the capital is of course the common people." Wan Yan replied directly without being too condescending.

"You are wrong. What you asked earlier is clearly worth seeing." Mo Minglan quickly retorted, as if wanting to prove himself correct. This childish, coquettish mood made him a little strange.

"The most worthwhile places to see are naturally the places with the most people."

"Then what's wrong with what I said? The largest restaurant in the capital must be the place with the most people."

"Then what do you think are the identities of the people who go there?"

Mo Minglan was stunned for a moment, and he immediately understood the meaning of Wanjiao. The so-called largest restaurant in the capital is difficult to define accurately. Not to mention that there are many restaurants in the capital, and each has its own strengths. Some are famous for their elegance, and some are famous for their inscriptions. , and so on, but most of them are places where dignitaries go.He has been there, and Wan Yan has been there too, so what's the point of going now?

What's more, when Wanjia said that the most worth seeing are the common people, he was naturally not referring to these high-ranking officials and nobles, but the common people presumably, and their living conditions also reflected the ability of the emperor himself.

Mo Minglan vaguely had a bad premonition. Although according to his understanding, Wanjiao wanted to see the country he governed, and he should be happy, but there were too many strange things.

The capital city is a place of prosperity, so it cannot represent the people of the world. If you want to see it, why not look further?

Besides, if you want to watch it, you can do it anytime in the future, but yesterday Wan Yao was seriously ill, so why is he in such a hurry today?

These two questions flashed in his mind, and Mo Minglan was almost about to see the answer, but he suddenly hesitated and didn't touch the answer.

He was afraid. As an emperor, all his fears were born of Wan Yan...Should this be called cowardice?

"Well... it's probably in this direction." Suddenly, Mo Minglan's thoughts were interrupted by Wan Yan, who took Mo Minglan's hand and walked straight in one direction.

Wumao and Wuchen were so frightened that they pulled out half of the knives around their waists when Wanjiao held Mo Minglan's hand, but Mo Minglan made a gesture to tell them to stop.

He knows better than anyone else that the current Wanjiao has no internal strength.

Mo Minglan looked at Wanjiao's hand, and didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. There was joy in his heart, but more bitterness.

As an emperor, he has to weigh many times, and he can't do many things, even if it is his beloved, he can't face it sincerely.Sometimes, he wished so much that he was not the one who won the heirloom, how he wished that he could just be an idle prince.

How much he wished that he was just an ordinary person, that he could ignore everything and hold the hand in front of him until he grew old.

However, from the moment he personally destroyed everything about this person, they were destined not to have the ending he imagined.

"Here we are." His thoughts were interrupted, and when Mo Minglan noticed his surroundings, there was a bustle of people, hawking and shouting.

He was surprised by his distraction, completely ignoring the outside world, but also surprised by the surrounding scenery at the same time.

This is just an ordinary market in the capital, but it is so prosperous. Although the materials of the clothes on the people's bodies are not very good, there is no sorrow on their faces, and they are full of satisfaction.

"This scene can be called a prosperous age." Wanjiao said.

Listening to Wan Yan's words, Mo Minglan's face turned red. It was obviously just an ordinary compliment, but he felt that it was much better than the ostentatious and full of praise written by the minister.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the people around him who wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold back, Wan Yan smiled: "This scene is more prosperous than it was ten years ago."

This remark further affirmed Wan Yan's praise for Mo Minglan, and Mo Minglan also smiled. Even though he felt that the position of emperor was quite helpless, now he saw the results of his rule with his own eyes, and listened to the people around him. Affirming his own hard work, he actually felt that the depression in his heart for many days had been somewhat resolved.

"Ah, I still remember this place, it hasn't changed from ten years ago." Suddenly, Wan Yan saw a wonton stall at the corner of the street, and happily dragged Mo Minglan over there.

"Two bowls of small wontons!"

"Hey, good!" A young voice came from inside, Wan Yan was a little strange, isn't the stall owner here a middle-aged man?And obviously the name of this wonton stall has not changed, why...

That's right, it's been ten years after all, things are different, so what is he still struggling with?

It’s just that he was a little sad in his heart. In ten years, he missed too much, including his family members in this life. After all, he felt something about their deaths. It’s just that the reason that the task is more important than everything made him suppress his heart. emotions.

For a while, Wan Yan was silent until two bowls of wontons were served on the table.

Originally, as the emperor, Mo Minglan had to go through many complicated procedures before eating, for example, drug testing was an indispensable part.It's just that he possesses martial arts, Kuang grew up in the palace since he was a child, and was intelligent since he was a child. Although his biological mother died early, he was raised by the late emperor's most beloved concubine, so the woman poisoned and plotted a lot, and he has developed the ability to resist poison. , It's just to hide the eyes and ears and not reveal half of it.

At this time, he didn't care about it, and took a bite casually.

The taste is naturally not as good as those delicacies in his palace, but now that Wan Yun is in front of him, even looking at the beauty eating will not make his appetite much less, besides, although the wontons are not as delicate as those in the palace, they are still delicious. Don't have a taste.

But when Wan Yao tasted it, it was another feeling. Compared with ten years ago, the taste has not changed at all.

Thinking about it this way, I didn't feel so sad anymore.

The two had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere was a little silent for a while, and finally Wan Yao came back to his senses and asked: "How does it taste?" After asking, he felt that his question was ridiculous. I forgot, you may not be used to it..."

"Beauty is present, why don't you get used to it?" Mo Minglan took the words, and then made a teasing sound.

Wan Yan chuckled: "That's right, this hot one is better than the one I made myself after all."

Mo Minglan choked, feeling a little worried in her heart. Wan Yao still remembered what she had done a few days ago: "It won't happen in the future... I was wrong."

But Wan Yan shook his head: "You are not wrong." As an emperor, you have been gentle enough to me, "After all, I didn't have enough evidence to prove myself at that time, and your behavior is not wrong."

"But..." Mo Minglan recalled the scene where Wanjiao vomited blood and fell to the ground, which was definitely the scene he was most afraid of seeing in his life.

"It's over, don't take it to heart." Wan Yan interrupted Mo Minglan, "I never blamed you." But after all, there was still some resentment, but he couldn't say it.

Listening to Wan Yan's words, Mo Minglan felt that today was more satisfying than every day he had experienced before.

They played all day long, visited the whole market in just one day, and ate a lot of food recommended by Wan Yao.

The next day they went to the suburbs of Beijing again, where there was a house that Mo Minglan bought before, where they could rest when they went out to play.

There are quite a few houses in the suburbs of Beijing, most of which are owned by dignitaries, but because of better family education, most of them are relatively quiet, only a few are slightly noisy.

The scenery in the suburbs of Beijing is good, especially the night scenes. Without the depression in the palace and the noise of the market, staying in the house in the suburbs of Beijing makes me feel peaceful and comfortable inside.

"The moonlight is good tonight." Sitting under a long corridor in the house, Wan Yao poured wine, "Although it is not as beautiful as the Moonwatching Pavilion, it is quite elegant."

"You... really care about Wangyue Pavilion?" It has been two days, Wan Yao's body seems to be completely recovered, just thinking about what the imperial physician said before, Mo Minglan still has some unknown panic in his heart.

"It's just a pity. If we can stay until the night that day, maybe we can enjoy the moon. Speaking of which, I seem to have never had a chance to see the night view of the moon-watching pavilion. Ten years ago, because of Cao Bao's incident, I was arrested early. Father brought it home." Then he said that he was beaten up to express his apology, but in fact everyone knew whether he was beaten or not.

"You're blaming me."

Wan Yao shook his head: "I don't care anymore, so I can say this easily, but what about you?"

Mo Minglan's heart trembled.

"You know my situation, I don't have much time, I hope you can get out of me."

"What are you kidding?" Mo Minglan suddenly stood up, "Aren't you fine now?"

Wan Yao grabbed Mo Minglan's hand and pulled him to sit down: "Life and death are destiny, why be persistent?"

Mo Minglan froze as he held Wanyao's hand in his hand, which was warm and full of vitality: "Are you lying to me? You want me to promise you anything, so don't scare me, okay? "

"Sigh." Wan Yao sighed, raised his glass and took a sip, "If I lied to you, I would have made you agree to many conditions at this moment, but I don't want to do that."

He put down the wine glass, and the wine glass collided with the ground and made a dull sound: "You are the emperor, you should be more sober than anyone else." He turned his head and forced Mo Minglan's eyes to meet him with his hand, "I like the world today, The people are rich and have a worry-free life, that’s what you created.” It’s better than the people on every world line I’ve seen before.

"I know it's painful, but indulging in the past is even more painful. I don't want to be your shackle."

"I don't care, I just want you to stay by my side!" Unknowingly, Mo Minglan cried, all his previous questions have been answered, why not go a little farther away?Because Wanjiao has no time, this fact makes him extremely painful.

Wan Yan stroked his tearful face, his eyes were extremely gentle: "There may be a lot of misunderstandings between us, but don't blame yourself, you have to remember that you are the emperor, and everything you do is correct."

"But I once hurt you and ruined everything about you! Even if you hate me, don't leave me, okay?" Mo Minglan grabbed Wan Yao's shoulder, his fingers were pale, he wanted to use force, but felt Wanjiao shattered at the touch, and dared not use force.

"That's wrong, you're fine, you shouldn't be hated, because..." Wanjiao hugged him, "You should be loved."

Mo Minglan was stunned, not knowing what to say, he couldn't see Wan Yao, he could only look up at the moon in the sky, and the moon at this moment was blurred by tears.

"Everyone is independent, no one can't live without anyone, I am, and you are too. I know your feelings, they are very pure feelings, I don't want to use it to force you to live, but I hope You understand, you can live without me."

"No! I can't!"

"You can do it, you can do everything better than anyone else, you are so good, you can advance farther than anyone else. And I, but a small wave in your journey, maybe a disturbance It breaks your heart, but it won't change your direction, as it should be."

"Since you think so, then watch it!" Mo Minglan cried, "Since you trust me so much, let's see where I will go in the future!"

"...I will see." Wan Yao said in a low voice, and then struck Mo Minglan unconscious with a knife in his hand.

Although he has no internal strength, firstly he is in the best physical condition due to taking medicine, secondly, he has several lifetimes of experience, and now Mo Minglan is in a state of confusion and has no defense against him, so he was able to succeed.

Gently picked up Mo Minglan, sent him into the room, Wan Yan left here, he still has a day, he wants to die in a place where no one can find him.

In the past few days, he has thought a lot. He originally wanted to die in Mo Minglan's arms and use Mo Minglan's feelings for him to force him to live. After all, he had a grudge against Mo Minglan in his heart, but he still didn't can do this.

After all, his heart softened. Looking at this bustling world that was different from the previous lives, he seemed to have seen Mo Minglan's hard work.

Even though there are so many things to do every day, they still insist on seeing him, even though what they get is his indifferent response, even though what they get is more mutual hurt.

So he left. He knew that as long as his body could not be found, Mo Minglan would have a glimmer of hope. He wanted Mo Minglan to have a glimmer of hope in his heart, and then live with this hope.

So...how can Mo Minglan never find himself?

The author has something to say:

When I wrote this chapter, I couldn’t control the number of words, and there were deviations from the original plan. Just like what I wrote in the article, the original plan of the protagonist is my original plan, but I always feel that this is not good.

I actually regretted a bit after setting the requirements for he at the beginning, because the definition itself is hard to say. The experience of playing games before told me that the so-called he means that the protagonist and the target of the strategy are together, but I also said that the true love of the protagonist is not It will be the characters he conquered, and there are reasons for these people to have feelings for the protagonist, but the protagonist's feelings for them are definitely not equal to their feelings for the protagonist, so is this ending really he?

So I redefine he in the article, and at the same time reduce the requirement to an instant, so that it is not as harsh as before, but neither I nor the protagonist are willing to fool the target of the strategy because of the reduction of the requirement.

I have written that the protagonist is a very gentle person, he will have a childish side and will continue to grow, but he has always insisted on his inner bottom line, so he will not act recklessly after completing the strategy and achieving the so-called he , because he feels indebted to his unequal feelings.

This volume ends here. It can be regarded as a discussion about he with the protagonist. The protagonist really didn’t understand anything at the beginning, but he was constantly groping, groping for a way that would not hurt others. Then this chapter is the protagonist and the answer I gave to this question, so that the target of the strategy can have his own way or pillar to live, and will not seek death because of his departure, nor will he live blindly. Let alone spend the rest of my life with someone who doesn't love me, such an ending is a good ending.

This is the first time I write so much here, it may be a bit long-winded, probably because this chapter is written with some feelings, after all, it took more than an hour longer than usual to (cross out) compile (cross out) and finish writing→_→

And selfishly, I still hope to have some comments. After all, sometimes my heart is still very flustered. I don’t know how well I write. This is the first time I write this type of article. I hope to see suggestions and the like, and I don’t dare to save the manuscript. Save too much (this is not the reason for my wave -3-)