you are my color

Mo Yan watched helplessly as Master Zhun Guoshi walked into the palace gate, but failed to see him come out.

He was carried out.

The young man's eyes were closed tightly, and the long eyelashes formed a faint shadow under his eyes. The nobleness that was originally high above still revealed the coldness that refused to be thousands of miles away, but under the support of several palace people, there was always more. It's kind of embarrassing.

Mo Yan's heart sank.

He went up to meet him, took the young man from the palace man, and asked in a deep voice: "How could you do this, my lord?"

The leader of the palace said: "Your Majesty fell ill in front of His Majesty. His Majesty said that His Majesty's immortal body and the poor methods of the imperial physicians in the palace must be useless. He asked him to send him out of the palace as soon as possible so that His Majesty could return to the palace for treatment."

Mo Yan's face remained motionless, but a black storm seemed to be brewing in his eyes.

The young man is a quasi-national teacher, how could he suffer from mortal diseases?Although he looked harmless on the surface, the man knew in his heart that His Majesty and the National Teacher had always been at odds, and this time he must be tormenting him in private again.

Mo Yan carried the young man back to the car and ordered the coachman to drive.

Back at the National Teacher's Mansion, the man put half of the wall on the bed and was about to find the pills for nourishing the spirit and strengthening the vitality, but his sleeves were pulled.

Mo Yan paused: "Master Guoshi, are you awake?"

The boy on the bed opened his eyes slightly, his lips were much whiter than usual: "I didn't faint, I did it for them to see."

"..."

Seeing that the young man was about to get up, the man rushed forward to help, but was grabbed by the young man severely.

Mo Yan looked at the trembling body lying in his arms, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was the first time, and this was the first time, that the boy was so close to him, so close... He could hug him in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand.

My heart, which had been suppressed by madness, was beating wildly.

The young man didn't notice anything strange, he whispered in the man's arms: "Mo Yan, Mo Yan, why don't you say he doesn't like me!"

There is a rare bit of coquettishness and self-willedness in the voice.

Mo Yan was taken aback.

He knew that Mr. Zhun Guoshi liked His Majesty, which could be seen from his slightly lighter footsteps than usual and the little joy that was suppressed to the deepest part of his eyes every time he was called into the palace.

But it was the first time to say it so bluntly.

The man's first reaction was that the boy was swapped in the palace!

He subconsciously looked down at the young man in his arms, only to see that the man raised his head slightly, his pink lips were slightly parted, and his breath...smelled of alcohol?

Mo Yan grabbed the young man's hand tightly, and there was imperceptible anger in his voice: "He actually gave you a drink?"

Traditionally, national teachers were not allowed to drink alcohol. It is said that it was because the first generation of national teachers died of alcohol due to physical problems.

No one knows if it is true, after all, it is too long ago.

It's just that the national teacher never touches alcohol, but it's true.

The man remembered the words of those palace people.

Onset?

Are you talking nonsense?

Is Yan Qiancheng out of his mind? Even if he is at odds with the national teacher, he should always think about Jiangshan Sheji!

The more Mo Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. Just as he was looking for an opportunity to go to the palace to explain clearly to Yan Qiancheng, the young man tugged at his sleeve: "Mo Yan, they are not good to me."

Mo Yan's anger turned into helplessness, he stretched out his hand to caress the young national teacher's head, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, when you really become a national teacher in a few months, no one will dare to treat you badly. Then Then you don’t have to care about what other people think.”

The national teacher is originally a high status, a god in the hearts of mortals, who cares what other people say.

Banbi nodded.

"Do you have any discomfort? Can I help you take a pill of Huichun Dan?" The man asked, but he was a little reluctant to let go of the boy who was so close to him.

"No need for rejuvenating pills," the young man whispered into Mo Yan's ear, "I'm only telling you, actually, I'm not afraid of alcohol, but... just can't drink too much."

In the palace, Yan Qiancheng only forced him to drink a cup.This person didn't like him, and he wasn't crazy enough to kill him. What he brought was not some alcoholic wine that would make his lips drunk, but the fruit wine that concubines in the harem often drank.

A young man is not a true teacher of the country, nor does he have a physique that needs to avoid alcohol.He was not good at drinking when he was young, so drinking less is not a big problem.

But after all, it was the first time he touched alcohol, and his head was a little dizzy.

He pretended to be drunk in the palace because he was afraid that Yan Qiancheng would think of other ways to make things difficult for him.

He likes Yan Qiancheng. After entering the palace this time, he was embarrassed by the other party. He lay on the ground in that position for a long time, and was humiliated by words after he got up. That kind of liking was extremely rare.

Originally, it was just a young Mu Ai, nothing more than some good feelings.

Mo Yan was moved by the phrase "I'll only tell you alone", and a smile appeared on his lips: "Okay, from now on, this will be a secret between the two of us."

From the man's point of view, the young man is not drunk to death, but he is not lightly drunk. Otherwise, why would all the usual arrogance and arrogance disappear?

It is undeniable that he likes the usual quasi-national teacher, and now the young man in his arms who has been thinking about him makes him even more tempted.

Banbi talked for a while, his mind was in a daze, and his eyelids could not be opened.

Mo Yan carefully put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and You Zi asked worriedly: "Master Guoshi, do you really need to use Yiwan Huichun Dan?"

"No need," probably because of the man's question, he lifted his spirits again, put one hand on his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Mo Yan, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

Mo Yan took a few steps back, sat down on the chair next to the bed in an orderly manner, thought for a while and said, "Master Guo Shi is very powerful."

The boy sneered.

When the ordinary people mentioned him, which one would not say "great"?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the man frowned.He guessed that the young man had suffered a great blow in the palace, his temper was usually cold and he didn't have anyone close to him, so he turned to talk to him a few more words.

But even so, the man was delighted.

He hoped to make Banbi happy again by himself.

"Master Guoshi is very good at learning. He never puts down the books every day. He knows astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. No matter what the book is, as long as the master of the country has read it once, he can remember it and master it very thoroughly." He said.

It is a trivial matter to have a photographic memory, and it is a real skill to understand after seeing it.

"It turns out that I'm just a nerd in your mind." The young man said softly, without taking off his hands covering his eyes, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Of course not!" For the first time in his life, Mo Yan refuted the person he put on top of his heart but could only look up to, "How could those nerds compare to a hair of Master Guoshi? Wen, you are also proficient in martial arts, although you have never shown it in front of outsiders, but the subordinates know that your kung fu has reached the peak in this world, and there is no opponent at all!"

"Both civil and military, it seems that my status in your heart is really quite high." Banbi said mockingly.

"More than that," Mo Yan plucked up his courage, and continued, "You know it from birth, you are aloof, and you are an existence that everyone should look up to. As a national teacher, you have mastered the methods of the immortal family, you...you..."

The young man suddenly put down his hand and turned to look at the man: "Mo Yan, don't you like me? Why do I listen to you, as if you are describing the person you like? Otherwise, how can anyone be so perfect?"

Mo Yan's face flushed red all of a sudden.

The valet who has always followed the rules on weekdays has always kept a distance from the boy without looking sideways, but now his hands and feet are so nervous that he doesn't know where to put it.

"Country, country, country..."

Banbi's face became cold again, and he returned to the unattainable level in the past: "You are wrong about one thing, I am not a real national teacher, I have not gone through the national teacher ceremony, how could I be able to use the methods of the immortal family. "

Mo Yan seemed to have been poured a scoop of cold water head-on.

He watched the boy sit up helplessly, stepping on his shoes and walking towards him, his chin slightly raised, with a familiar look of contempt on everything on his face: "No matter what you think in your heart, remember, you are my slave, and the slave is the one who is going to be my slave." You have to look like a slave and keep your duty, otherwise," the young man sneered, "I won't even make you a slave!"

He heard three cold words uttered from the young man's pink and beautiful lips: "Get out!"

He stood up blankly, not knowing what to say, his usual instinct of obeying orders prevailed, he looked down at his toes, saluted, and retreated step by step.

It seems that the embrace of the young man just now is an illusion, but the young man's wine-like fragrance can still be smelled clearly on his body.

When the door was closed, Mo Yan heard a soft sigh.

The sigh was low and short, as if the wind had blown away the trace, but it stirred up a storm in his heart that was so stupefied that he couldn't feel the pain.

Although Banbi is proud, he has never spoken harshly to anyone, let alone him as a close servant and leader of the hidden guard.

The young man trusted him and relied heavily on him, otherwise he would not have revealed his vulnerable side in front of him.

Can you believe the face change just now?The man glanced inside, but saw the young man with his back turned to him, lowering his head and unbuttoning his coat.

Although no expression was seen, it gave people a feeling of dejection for no reason.

Half of the people know that they are rejected by the monarch, so they dare not get close to them in order not to hurt the people around them, right?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan got the courage he didn't know where, he pushed open the door and strode over.

The boy untied his belt, and when he took off his coat halfway, he was hugged from behind.

He let out a small cry of "Yeah" and stretched out his hand to push, how can he still have the sour look just now?

But Mo Yan made up his mind, let the boy struggle no matter what, but he wouldn't let go.

While pushing, the boy's coat fell to the ground, and the man hugged the half of his coat tightly in his arms.

"You... Presumptuous!" Banbi still tried his best to maintain his usual coolness, but his tone unconsciously carried some trembling of panic.

Anyway, he is only a 17-year-old boy.

Mo Yan finally realized this.

The usual unattainable image was broken, and Mo Yan hugged the boy's arm even harder.

"Don't be afraid," he said in a low voice, "don't be afraid, I will accompany you. If you don't like it in the harem, don't go. When you really become a national teacher, no one can order you. In the next few days For a month, let me protect you, and I won't let anyone force you to do what you don't want to do."

As for the secret guard of the National Teacher, the only one who is loyal is the National Teacher's Mansion, and only the National Teacher.

Half the wall gradually calmed down.

"Really?"

"real."

"Don't leave me, don't betray me, don't..."

"Don't leave, don't betray, don't cheat!" Mo Yan swore in a deep voice.

Put the boy back on the jade bed, wrung out the towel and wiped his hands and face. Seeing him closing his eyes and falling asleep, Mo Yan got up and left.

"Little demon, come out!"

"What, are you pretending to be dead?"

"come out faster!"

Unlike before, no matter what the boy called this time, there was no response in his mind.

Wen Qing sneered: "Succeed! Since you have such an idea, you must be able to do the job of bringing back the fragments. Then you can solve the remaining fragments by yourself, and don't come to me again."

"Host! How can you do this?" The system finally spoke.

Wen Qing raised her eyebrows: "Why can't I do this?"

"You, you have a mission!"

"You also have a mission. Your mission is to help me bring the fragments back together, but why do I feel that you have been weird in these few worlds recently? Especially in this world, do you dare to say that you have nothing to hide from me? "

"..."

"You don't want to answer, right? That's fine! In the future, you will go to the Raiders by yourself..."

"I'm doing it for you too!" The system felt aggrieved.

"For me? I still remember the first mission, you said to me that there will be complete trust between you and me, because our goals are the same. The result? Just the sixth fragment, you You're a moth, I really believed in your evil!" Wen Qing said bluntly.

"It's not what I want to do." The system complained.

Wen Qing was startled, and was silent for a while.

Indeed, as far as he knew, the system could only match his actions infinitely.No one, even the outside observers, has the authority to change the little demon's command settings at will.

Really want to be able to do this, there are only two possibilities.

One is that the weather outside has changed, and the military is eager to kill General Wei as soon as possible, but this is obviously impossible.The other is...

Wen Qing narrowed his eyes, he really didn't want the second possibility.

"Do you have a special method of contacting those fragments of Admiral Wei Feng?"

Because of this, the system will join forces with the fragments of each world to trick him into missions here, while they hide and watch the show.

However, there is something wrong with this.

Admiral Wei Feng's illness is not fake, the system is playing like this, is it not afraid that something will happen?And it also goes against its core command.

"I can only sense the location of the fragments, or it started from this world, I really didn't know before." The system felt wronged.

"That's it." Wen Qing had an intuition that the little demon didn't lie to him, "Then can you tell me what's going on with the ink inkstone?"

What to say about the leader of the shadow guard, his valet and admirer, the native figure of this world.At first he really believed it, but it was not until he had just finished testing that he finally discovered something was wrong.

If it is really just a small character in the conscious world, how can it have the same power as the fragments?

The system plays dead.

"Aren't you going to talk?" Wen Qing continued with a good temper, "If you don't say it, then let me do the talking. After I came to this world, I tried various methods of the national teacher, but unfortunately none of them worked."

"Of course, you haven't been recognized by the fragment yet." The system couldn't help but interject.

"The strange thing is, just now, every time Mo Yan said something, my body became proficient. What do you think is going on?" Wen Qing asked.

"I, how do I know?"

"You don't know, so I'll continue. You told me earlier that you helped me find a shortcut, that you could help me put the fragmented feelings I had already got into a small character, and then extract the feelings and inject them into it." On the fragments of this world, I can directly complete the strategy. After listening to it, I became suspicious."

"What's wrong? Isn't this a good way?" The system asked back, checked it from beginning to end, and didn't find any problems with its wording.

Wen Qing smiled lightly: "Of course you won't notice that something is wrong, because you are just a system and don't understand human feelings at all. Is that something you can pull away if you say it? If you have that ability, After I have conquered each world, you can help me get rid of my emotions, and I need to adjust my emotions?"

"..." The system finally knew where there was a loophole.

It's not that it's not doing well.But it is not a human being itself, and it has made mistakes without knowing it.

"After you told me, I felt strange. But I couldn't think of the reason why you lied to me, so I agreed first, and planned to observe while doing the task. Sure enough, as soon as I entered this world, you urged me to develop a relationship with Mo Yan , I was so anxious that I felt something was wrong when I saw it. Xiao Yao, who is Mo Yan? Don't tell me that he is the fragment of this world, I know he is not!"

The orange light on Yan Qiancheng's body can blind people's dog's eyes, which cannot be faked at all.

The ink inkstone has no light, but it has the same ability as Yan Qiancheng.Even if Yan Qiancheng knew that he was a fake national teacher and didn't take him seriously, Mo Yan still endowed him with almost omnipotent supernatural powers.

If he hadn't put a shackle on himself and said that only by becoming a national teacher can he use those immortal methods, he would be able to cast beans into soldiers now!

Will there be two masters in a conscious world?

Wen Qing waited for a while, but did not wait for the system's answer.

"I'm quitting the mission now, I don't want to conquer this world anymore."

"Wait! If the host quits halfway, this world will be treated as a failure of the strategy! The orange fragment will run away and never appear again, and the gene of the general he carries will not be found!" The voice of the system changed Be a little sharp.

"I know. I also know what failure in a mission means to me. But Xiao Yao, I'd rather fail plainly than get lost in a daze without realizing it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, but I also want to help the host..."

"There are many cases of doing bad things with good intentions. Xiao Yao, will you help me, and whether I need your help? These are all up to me to decide, not for you to choose for me. Tell me, who is Mo Yan? Why is this Will the world go wrong?"

"... Nothing went wrong." The system was very confident.

Wen Qing sneered: "There are two masters, and you still tell me that's right?"

"Not two masters, but one, only Yan Qiancheng. Mo Yan, he, he, he came in with us!" The system was forced to help, and finally revealed the truth.

Wen Qing was taken aback.

He had thought about many possibilities, even the worst one, but he never thought that the inkstone was brought in by him.

"You still want to lie to me?"

"I didn't lie to you, I really didn't lie to you! I'm telling the truth, as long as you fall in love with Mo Yan, and then find an opportunity to inject your feelings into Yan Qiancheng's body, you can successfully conquer this world."

"I don't believe it. If it's true, why didn't the observers tell me that there are other people helping me besides you when I took the mission?"

"Because even the military observers don't know! Host, the ink inkstone is the consciousness of the general!"

Wen Qing:! ! !

Little demon, have you lied to me about being addicted?

"The general's consciousness?"

"Yes," after telling the biggest secret, the next thing is not so difficult to tell, the system said it all at once, "After you got the black fragment that time, the consciousness of the general found us, and took me He took it away and communicated with me a lot. He actually knew his physical condition and had been fighting. Later, when you went to the world of golden fragments, the general compressed and sealed his consciousness into a little bit, and threw it in.”

"Why didn't I know?" Wen Qing asked, carefully going through the plot of that world from beginning to end, but found no trace of the admiral.

However, it turns out that Wei Feng still retains his own consciousness, which is really good news.

"That spirit stone." The system reminded him.

Wen Qing suddenly realized.

He said how could it be the legendary "sacred stone" if he kicked a random stone, it turned out to be really tricky.

"However, your soul has not been trained after all, and you can't bear the general, so after that world, General Wei left, but your blood left behind his breath."

Because of this, in the world of green fragments, Lu Shenxing's vines could sense something strange from his blood.Fortunately, it was only a little bit, and because of the same origin, after merging with Lu Shenxing, men became closer to him.

"From the green shard, the admiral was inspired. He decided to seal his consciousness more thoroughly and put it on a character in this world to help you complete the mission together."

"Is it inkstone?"

"Yes."

It turned out to be the case.

"Why does Mo Yan like me? Is this also the general's setting?"

"Host, let's take a look at the character design of the original owner. He looks good, has a high status, is powerful, and is good everywhere. Do you think people close to him will be attracted to him? It has nothing to do with the setting or not."

This also makes sense.

Wen Qing was still a little worried, and finally asked: "Master General really sealed all consciousness, and can't remember everything outside the world? Will he have memory after the mission is successful?"

"Mo Yan won't remember anything. He has the same ability as the fragments, but he doesn't realize it himself."

Otherwise, Wen Qing wouldn't have taken advantage of her loopholes.

After thinking about it, the boy still felt a little awkward: "Does the general agree to this plan?"

"He totally agrees, saying the success rate is exceptionally high."

This is indeed, for General Wei, he has been lying in bed for too long, so naturally he should choose the method that can get him out of the bed as quickly as possible.Wen Qing thought.

In this case, he has no reason to bear those pressures and burdens. Anyway, even the general doesn't care, does he?