The villain's national teacher always teases me

Lang Zi spent half a day nestled on the futon flipping through the books, and when the ritual officer sang "Here" loudly, he had already tidied himself up properly, pretending to be respectful and praying to God.

Seeing that His Highness did not feel tired after worshiping the statue for several hours, all the priests in Guanzhong praised him.

After returning to the chariot, Qi Lan and the others were even more distressed, and they rushed to feed Lang Zi pastries and rub his knees, they were so busy that they didn't even care about the excitement on the street.

Surrounded by pearls and greenery, Lang Zi enjoys it, but suffers from the system, trying to persuade the host to stay away from women all the way, almost crashing.

The closer it was to Zhuque Street, the more people gathered, the noise was several times higher than when the caravan was leaving the city, and everyone was waiting to see the real face of the prince.

Even though there are still a few hours before the Lantern Festival, who can guarantee that His Royal Highness will not show their face in advance because of their sincerity?

In fact, when he heard prayers such as "May Your Highness have good luck" and "May Your Highness live forever", Lang Zi really wanted to lift the curtain and take a look.

Before he crossed over, he was just a small person with no relatives and no reason. He managed to get some nicknames because of his skill in playing games, but it was the first time that he was sought after by tens of thousands of people.

The goodwill that filled the golden car could melt almost all the cold things in the world, not to mention his fleshy heart.

However, Lang Zi felt a little cramped.

He knows that he is not that good-looking, not to mention comparing with the gods, he can't even compare with the national teacher, he is not good at talking, and often offends others without knowing it.

What if everyone doesn't like him after seeing him?What if everyone thinks he is an idiot?just in case……

He was so tangled up that he couldn't help gripping the dress with his fingers, twisting the corners of the clothes into crumpled balls.

Seeing this, Qi Lan shook her head with a light smile, and said gently: "Your Highness, during the years you have been sleeping, the incense of praying for rain has never been cut off. I think the people may just want to confirm whether you are Antaeus."

Her voice was extremely soft.

"You don't need to be nervous, just smile at them."

This is the kind of little fairy that Hui Zhilan was talking about, right?After her words, Lang Zi felt much relieved, grateful in his heart, and nodded slightly.

Huaiju had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the prince nodding, he made a grimace, and slowly opened the curtain of the car window.

Lang Zi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he saw strange faces crowding the street outside the small car window.

There was silence on the street for a second, and then, overwhelming shouts came.

"Your Highness! I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your Highness is so handsome!"

"Your Highness's cultivation base is so high! I'm about to build a foundation and I can't see his cultivation base fluctuating!"

"Wow, His Highness looks so smart!"

"Your Highness, do you want to concubine? I can!"

The one who yelled the last sentence was obviously a man.

Lang Zi smiled until his face froze.

In terms of his ability to blow rainbow farts, the people of Dayu convinced him.

"Hey, Your Highness, look here!"

"Your Highness, look at me, look at me!"

"Smile again, Your Highness! You're laughing so hard!"

Countless faces flashed in front of Lang Zi, old, young, male, female.

Although unfamiliar, but both are beaming.

There is also a monk with a jade crown covering his face, holding a huge lantern, and waving his sword in the air.

The lantern is so big that the congratulations on it can be clearly seen by the people in the car from a long distance away.

[May you be safe and happy forever. 】

The convoy moved very slowly in the crowd, but no matter how slow it was, it still reached the gate of the Imperial City Palace.

Lang Zi feels a little bit reluctant for no reason.

Qi Lan comforted him: "Your Highness, there will be a lantern festival in the evening, so you have to make enough autumn cakes for everyone first."

Do!Not to mention autumn cakes and moon cakes, he can make pizza now!

Lang Zi is full of energy.

Qiongmei also laughed: "If Your Highness likes to get along with them, there will be more chances to leave the palace in the future."

Lang Zi thought the same way, he was about to say goodbye to the people, but suddenly his heart tightened.

Sudden accident.

The scorching fireworks came from the sky, condensed into thousands of sharp arrows, and hit the prince's chariot at the speed of breaking sound.

Before the onlookers could scream, the sharp sword had already arrived in front of Lang Zi!

The first person to react was not the imperial guards, but the monk holding the lantern.

The cultivator put away the lantern, and when the sleeves of his robe moved slightly, countless streams of spiritual energy had been released, hitting all the arrows with precision.

The arrows were condensed by the flames, and even if they were hit, they would not dissipate. Instead, they turned into sparks and scattered all over the sky.

You know, there are no less than [-] people surrounding the Prince's motorcade.This flame and heat wave hit the face, and one could tell at a glance that it was a Taoist method, which was beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

The black robe of the monk made a rattling sound, and another mysterious spell was cast, which forcibly slowed down the falling speed of all the sparks, but for some reason, it was difficult to resolve it.

The terrified screams of the people were endless.

Most of them are mortals, they have never encountered such a battle, seeing sparks burning through the bluestone on the ground, they have already lost their minds, fearing that they will be covered in fire and their bones will not survive, and many people will be trampled to the ground during their hastily fleeing.

When the crisis came, Lang Zi was the first to protect Qi Lan and the others, but now the convoy was in a safe place, but the victims were ordinary people, which made Lang Zi's eyes tear.

"Half to evacuate the people, half to block the fire!" Lang Zi pulled down the curtain of the car and shouted at the imperial guards ahead.

The most feared thing in a crowded place is a stampede. He made a decisive decision, and the guards who were a little flustered suddenly moved quickly in an orderly manner.

Among the imperial guards, there are many skilled people, and even those who have not entered the Tao, they were ordered to disperse immediately, those with cultivation levels helped block the sparks, and the rest led the people to evacuate.

All races in Tianyuan have always been united. When the imperial guards were dispatched, several monks, demons, and even monsters who had participated in the grand ceremony flew up to resolve the disaster together with the previous masked monks.

All cultivators have different means, but none of them can hit the spark like the masked monk. In the end, they had to rely on mana to assemble a large formation to delay the speed of fire reduction and buy time for the people to evacuate.

Lang Zi was not idle either, he jumped out of the car early to block the flames that the monks missed. The only weapon he could use was a wooden sword given by the national teacher the night before. It is unbearable to use, but after a few breaths, only half of the burning wood is left.

About to burn his palm, Lang Zi hurriedly dropped his sword, but he couldn't resist the fireworks that were about to fall on the crowd.

"Use the Luohui Sword."

A reminder came from nowhere, the voice was low and familiar.

In desperation, Lang Zi didn't bother to question and think, and immediately went to untie the storage bag on his waist.

Fortunately, Qi Lan didn't put down the storage bag when he got up in the morning; fortunately, he opened the storage bag as if he had a spiritual sense in an emergency.

When the sword that was as transparent as glass was swung from Lang Zi's hand, the flames all over the sky trembled, trembling in the sky, and wailing.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual power in the flame seemed to be swept away by Luohui's sword energy, and it was broken into thousands of gold dust, which floated down.

Dust scattered among the crowd, fluttering like golden snowflakes.

The person who was sprinkled by the head was terrified, his eyes widened, thinking that his life was over, and he stood there for a while before realizing that he was safe.

During the chaos, Lang Zi seemed to hear a hiccup from the spirit sword in his hand.

He was also sprinkled with golden powder, and the originally solemn black dress suddenly seemed to be covered with stars on his shoulders.

It was only when they were so close that people could see the true colors of these gold dusts, like the fragments of a bird's tail feathers, extremely light.

The disaster came unexpectedly, and it ended quickly, within a few breaths, Lang Zi looked around and found that there were not many casualties, but he didn't dare to relax, fearing that the perpetrators would come back, he hurriedly ordered the imperial guards to stand by.

After a few breaths, what he waited for was not another round of attacks, but earth-shattering cheers.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is benevolent!"

"Your Highness is wise!"

The people who survived the catastrophe quickly realized that when the disaster came, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who took the lead and stood in front of them with his body, and even saved all their lives with his tyrannical strength!

As expected of their revered prince!

As expected of His Highness they support!

Before Lang Zi could refuse, the people rushed to him and lifted him above his head and threw him into the air.

The people laughed, cried, and shouted "Your Highness", shouting hoarsely.

Lang Zi was thrown for a long time in a daze, from surprise and joy at the beginning, to crying without tears at the end.

It's not that he doesn't like being surrounded, well, he enjoys it very much, but, who can come and save him...

He is afraid of heights! ! !

The enthusiastic people couldn't hear the voice of His Royal Highness, so they never got tired of throwing it away.

Lang Zi felt in a trance that he might soon be thrown into a ravioli.

It wasn't until the attendant boy arrived in the Hall of Stars that the small celebration subsided a little bit, and the dying Lang Zi was able to escape and was sent back to the chariot.

The boy came with dozens of monks, and read out the imperial edict of the Emperor Yu: cancel the Xiyue Grand Ceremony.

There was an uproar in the street.

The people have been looking forward to this event for a long time, and they are all very lonely, and those men and women of the right age who are waiting for the king to bestow their words are even more weeping.But they also understood that the prince was assassinated in the street, and such a major event happened, and the Xiyue Grand Ceremony would definitely not be able to go on.

Compared with celebrating, the safety of His Highness who just saved them is the most important thing.

Therefore, after mourning, the common people accepted the reality calmly, and reluctantly bid farewell to their beloved His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

However, Lang Zi, who was paralyzed in the car at the moment, had no time to care about the people outside the car.

Even the gentle and caring words of the four little fairies could not appease his anger.

1 minute ago, the system prompted: "The Xiyue Ceremony has been aborted, the second ring mission has failed, please accept the punishment and wait for the next main mission to start."

Lang Zi: "I can't decide this attack, right? If it fails, it's my fault? Is there any punishment? I don't accept it!!!"

System: "Host, your mission has indeed failed, please don't make trouble for no reason."

Lang Zi: "A force majeure factor that I can control?"

System: "There is no force majeure clause in the task."

Lang Zi: "Hehe, where can I complain about the Overlord Treaty?"

The system exploded: "Complain and complain, you know how to complain! Hehe, you sister! Do you think I am willing to judge you to fail?! We are grasshoppers tied to the same rope! I wish you could complete the task earlier and let me become a full-time employee. You are in fear all day long! How long do you know how long I haven't been home to see my partner!!!"

Lang Zi: "...how long?"

System: "Three days and fourteen hours, 46 minutes and 27 seconds!! Is it easy for me!!!"

Lang Zi had no choice but to compromise: "...Don't quarrel, your head hurts. I admit it, and I accept the punishment."

The system was shaken, and the tone changed abruptly: "The host accepts the failure judgment of the mission, and is about to impose punishment. The content of the punishment is random."

System: "Random completion, congratulations to the host, get a penalty: not lifting for one year."

Lang Zi: "What?????"

The system kindly explained: "Not lifting for one year means that within one year your..."

Lang Zi interrupted it: "I know what it means, aren't we grasshoppers on the same rope, why are you treating me like this? Congratulations?!"

A man's dignity is not a trivial matter, and he cannot be annoyed.

The system is very calm: "Host, may I ask if you have a date now? Is there any essential difference to you whether you want to raise or not?"

It seems, it seems, there is really no difference...

Lang Zi fell into a long silence.

The author has something to say:

National Teacher: I can take off my cuckold now without worry!

Lang Zi:? ? ? ! ! !

Little angels!