The devil has too many vests

The sky is clear and clear, with silky clouds and mist floating on the dome, and brilliant golden brilliance penetrates the clouds and mist and sprinkles down.

Boyang City is bathed in this sunny day, and the Qi Wang Mansion in the center of the city stands solemnly, and the stone lions at the entrance seem to be covered with a layer of gold.

But this Prince Qi's Mansion looks a little deserted now, a gust of cool wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves are swirling all over the ground.

Recently, Prince Qi's Mansion has undergone several changes.

In order to find out the whereabouts of Yanwei Tower, King Qi was secretly tortured by mysterious masters.

The second son, Yan Weijing, logically took over the power of the Qi Palace and was regarded as the new owner of the Qi Palace.

When the once-satisfied heir took over the power in his hands in this way, and his eyes showed ambition and desire that could not be concealed, King Qi regretted it.

He has been completely reduced to a useless person, if he loses the power owned by King Qi, he will lose everything.Maybe one day his son suddenly dislikes him and gets in the way, and he will die quietly in his sleep.

Unwillingness to lose power and worry about his own safety made King Qi vigilant.He finally saw that he still had an unfavored daughter—a concubine who was not close to her mother's elders and had no foundation inside and outside the house. She had been neglected for many years, but she had a natural affection for him, her father. yearning and admiration.

Isn't such a helpless little pitiful just the most suitable pawn?

Therefore, King Qi chose to single-handedly support Yan Qingwan as his spokesperson, handing over some of the dark forces to Yan Qingwan's hands, while he himself controlled the overall situation behind the scenes.

All subsequent developments were as expected by King Qi.Although Yan Weijing has gained most of the power in the Qi Palace, he is still young, with a weak foundation and lacks outstanding strength and prestige, so he cannot convince everyone; Yan Qingwan is even more lonely, but has the support of King Qi.The two sides reached a delicate balance for a while.

And this is exactly what King Qi wanted.

Without his existence, Yan Qingwan would not have the capital to contend with Yan Weijing; with Yan Qingwan as the spokesperson on the bright side, controlling part of the hidden power, Yan Weijing would not be able to control all the power of the Qi Palace.It is even more impossible to have the opportunity to threaten the safety of King Qi.

King Qi temporarily guaranteed his own safety in this way, and because of Yan Qingwan's existence, he indirectly issued orders, so that this man who had been sitting on the throne of power for most of his life would not completely lose all his authority.

Just when he was proud of the series of decisions he had made, certain changes had already happened in the dark, and when King Qi finally reacted, everything had taken a turn for the worse and the situation was turned upside down.

Before King Qi knew it, the forces that he had only temporarily handed over to Yan Qingwan had already betrayed their true masters; They were all taken away by Yan Qingwan.Everything just got out of hand.

Yan Qingwan became the real master of Qi Palace.

King Qi never expected that a chess piece he pushed out with his own hands would directly overturn the chessboard and even eat him as a chess player.

Such a blow was not insignificant to him.

In the main courtyard of King Qi’s Mansion, where King Qi’s bedroom is located, the door of the palace was slowly pushed open, and the faint sunlight shone in, reflecting on the clothes of the visitors, casting bright spots of light, and gradually illuminating the dim bedroom. Bright.

"Cough cough cough..."

King Qi, who was lying on the bed, coughed a few times, and a deep rotten breath spread from him, floating in the entire bedroom, like a piece of dead wood that was gradually rotting and aging was about to return to dust.

Ever since he became a useless person and gradually lost his authority, King Qi has aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. He who was originally in his prime now looks like an old man on the verge of death.

But his muddy eyes gradually became clear when they focused on the person who came.

"You, it's you, cough cough...so it's you!"

His eyes became sharp all of a sudden, as if returning to the light, all the spirits were restored.

"...I should have thought of it earlier!"

At the beginning, he chose Yan Qingwan as his daughter because he liked that Yan Qingwan had no one to rely on. She didn't even have a trusted aide in Prince Qi's residence, so she had no other choice but to rely on her father, Prince Qi.

He also knew that Yan Qingwan was a little clever, and had his own little plans in private.But it doesn't matter, he can tolerate these selfishness, as long as she is obedient - all he needs is a puppet that can be manipulated behind the scenes so that he can always hold the power.

King Qi, who claimed to have seen Yan Qingwan through, never would have imagined that he would turn over? !

Now, King Qi finally understood.Why is it that Yan Qingwan, who obviously has no foundation and strength, can subdue his loyal cronies and take away all the authority in Yan Weijing's hands in a short period of time?

Because there is someone behind the other party.

Who would have thought that Yan Weilou, who was supposed to harbor hatred for the entire Qi Palace, would choose to help Yan Qingwan?

The first time he saw Yan Weilou, all the clues formed a thread in King Qi's mind.He wanted to understand the cause and effect of all this, and couldn't help laughing out loud, almost choking tears out of his laughter.

"I didn't expect it to be you... Cough cough cough... Is this the karma planted by the king himself?"

If he hadn't sent Yan Weilou to Shengjing to pretend to be his son, but had Anan become his King of Qi, perhaps nothing would have happened today.

The visitor stepped into the sleeping hall slowly, stood more than ten meters away from King Qi and glanced at him lightly, and his face was not changed by King Qi's current state of embarrassment.

Neither moved nor happy, calm as ever.

The pale golden sunlight behind him cast a hazy halo around his body, and the boy with the light behind him just calmly responded, "It's me."

"However, I only provided human help to Yan Qingwan. All her actions are free. It gave me a surprise."

Speaking of this, the young man raised his brows slightly, and showed a frank smile: "It's been ten years since I left, and I never expected that there will be a time when I will step into the palace of the Prince of Qi."

King Qi on the bed was much older and more fragile than ten years ago, his body shrank into a ball suddenly due to anger, and then he coughed violently.

After a long time, he was relieved, and raised his head with sharp eyes: "What about that rebellious girl? This king really underestimated her before! He did such a thing because he wanted to hold his own father and elder brother's name." Head, are you wagging your tail in front of your master to ask for credit?"

"Cough, cough, cough... She didn't dare to come to see me, but she deliberately exposed this ugly face to you in order to please the master? She is really a good dog!"

Even at this point, King Qi still held his head high, trying to maintain his dignity.

Yan Weilou looked away indifferently: "You think too much, I'm not interested in seeing your ugliness. This is not a beautiful scenery that makes people feel happy."

...He has this spare time to look at an ugly and useless old man here, so he might as well appreciate Ming Guang's beautiful and prosperous face.Which one is more pleasing to the eye and the mood, isn't it obvious?

After meeting those people in the demonic way, Yan Weilou had just arrived at Prince Qi's mansion, and Yan Qingwan had invited him all the way here, probably with the same idea as King Qi, with the intention of asking for credit.I thought that Yan Weilou would have the kind of thinking that "seeing the life of the former great enemy is not as good as death makes him feel happy".

This is also the thinking of many normal people.

However, Yan Wei Tower is not included in this list.

The experience of his previous life made him bearish on everything.The so-called hatred is actually a bloody gash in the heart, which will be engraved in the heart forever.Today's Yan Weilou doesn't think there is anyone worth engraving in his heart.At least King Qi is not worthy.

Because of this, since his rebirth, he has never intentionally taken revenge on his enemies in his previous life, and only dealt with them when he encountered them, which can be said to be quite Buddhist.

Although he didn't care about King Qi, since Yan Qingwan had made all the arrangements, with the attitude of "just take a look when you come", Yan Weilou walked in to take a look.

Well, the only feeling is that it is a little hot on the eyes.

But Yan Weilou's almost indifference attitude stimulated King Qi on the contrary, his body began to twitch violently in the agitation of his mind, and his face turned blue and white.

Seeing that King Qi seemed to be out of breath, Yan Weilou immediately popped out a ray of true energy from his fingertips, and comforted him: "Don't rush to die, you are still useful."

However, his words did not seem to have a soothing effect, but had the opposite effect.King Qi breathed a sigh of relief, turned his back directly, and fell into autism.

Yan Weilou shook his head.This majestic king of Qi is too fragile psychologically.

He turned around and walked out of this dim bedroom, closing the last ray of light in the crack of the door.

Standing at the door, Yan Weilou looked up at the sky that seemed to be brewing with golden mist.

"...The weather is really nice."

In the courtyard outside the hall, Yan Qingwan had been waiting for a long time.She stepped forward gracefully, with a smile on her face, and echoed, "It's been sunny recently, maybe it's because everything is going well, and even God will appreciate it."

Yan Weilou glanced at her and asked, "Have you subdued all the forces of Qi?"

"No, brother is wrong." Yan Qingwan shook her head, and her backhand was a rainbow fart, "It was never me that they surrendered to, but the mysterious force that stood behind me and made them respect and fear. Without the support of brother, How could those people submit to me, a concubine of the palace with no cultivation base and no foundation?"

"So, everything is due to you, brother."

As she said that, she blinked her eyes affectionately, and her tone was friendly and lively, as if she was really a girl who was trying to curry favor with her elder brother: "Besides, elder brother, you are the rightful successor of the Qi State. It's only natural for the upper and lower to submit."

It is clear that Yan Weilou's identity has long been known to the two of them, but Yan Qingwan never mentions it, it seems that he has always regarded him as the real son of Prince Qi, and has always treated him like a real brother.Naturally take him as a backer.

Have to say, this is a very smart approach.

Now that Yan Qingwan is so knowledgeable, Yan Weilou naturally has to express something.It's just that Yan Qingwan guessed his thoughts wrongly, he didn't have the idea of ​​becoming King Qi - even if he did, he wouldn't inherit from King Qi as the son of King Qi, but snatch it openly.

His real idea is to support Yan Qingwan to take over the position.

"...I, I will be King Qi?" After hearing Yan Weilou's thoughts, Yan Qingwan pointed back at herself, her eyes widened in surprise.

Yan Weilou asked back, "Why not?"

Startled by his straightforward question, Yan Qingwan's nervousness faded away, and her heart was gradually filled with pride and ambition.

"Yes, why not?"

She muttered to herself.

... Am I not good enough?Am I no match for Yan Weijing?It is also the blood of King Qi, why can't I ascend the throne?

The excitement gradually overshadowed the nervousness in her heart, Yan Qingwan raised her face and said firmly, "I can."

Seeing her fighting spirit eyes, Yan Weilou smiled with satisfaction: "Don't let me down."

He had thought through this arrangement.

Yan Weilou himself is not interested in being the king of Qi, and it is enough for him to expend energy just integrating those demon sects.What's more, he didn't forget that there is also a master of the Zhitian Pavilion who has been stabbing him secretly.

For him, improving his cultivation is the first priority.

But since he is determined to occupy Qi State and develop here, the position of King Qi is very important. There must be a reliable person to cooperate with each other instead of intrigue.

Although Yan Qingwan's cultivation base is not high, being able to defeat King Qi and Yan Weijing is enough to demonstrate her ability.She has the blood of King Qi, so she won't attract too much criticism.

As for her being a woman?that's not important.

There are some controversies in itself, and I can't completely convince the public. I need Yan Weilou's help to deter dissatisfaction from all directions... Such a king of Qi is just the best.

In this way, Yan Weilou doesn't have to worry about her crossing the river and tearing down the bridge after she ascends to power, and turning her back against him.

As Yan Qingwan said, she has no foundation, and most of her staff originally came from Xiaoyaolou and other forces belonging to Yan Weilou. As long as Yan Weilou is willing, she can evacuate them at any time.

The most important thing is that in this vast land of China, strength comes first.There was an insurmountable gap in strength between Yan Weilou and Yan Qingwan. Even if Yan Qingwan really crossed the river and demolished the bridge, Yan Weilou would not be afraid.

But this is troublesome after all.Therefore, it would be best if Yan Qingwan took the initiative to recognize everything clearly and refrain from doing irrational things.

Of course, Yan Qingwan also understands these principles. After the initial excitement, she gradually calmed down, and her face showed a solemn expression: "I understand what the big brother means. No matter what the big brother wants to do in the future, the whole country of Qi will definitely support it." .”

Yan Weilou nodded: "Go ahead, what to do, you know better than me."

After Yan Qingwan was dismissed, he walked out of Prince Qi's mansion, and a white shadow flew over from mid-air and landed gently in front of him.

Yan Weilou greeted him with a smile: "How is it? After I left, did those people make a choice?"

Su Xinghan looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you there too? I mean the other you."

What he meant was the "Jiangxuan" vest.

Before that, Su Xinghan had only seen "Xu Yuan" and "Yan Qingshuang", and this was the first time he had seen the vest of "Jiang Xuan".He also recognized it at a glance.

Yan Weilou choked.

He took a serious look at Su Xinghan's expression, only to see that pair of pitch-black eyes were clear to the bottom, and there was only pure confusion and puzzlement in his eyes.It seemed that he really didn't understand why Yan Weilou asked the question knowingly.

Meeting his eyes, the embarrassment and shame of being stripped of the vest in Yan Weilou's heart faded a lot, and a calm smile appeared on his face:

"So you recognized Mingguang again."

Su Xinghan said softly: "Didn't you tell me, Ah Yan? This is a secret between the two of us."

"..." After a pause, Yan Weilou also smiled, "Yes, this is a secret between the two of us."

The two walked forward side by side, and the expression on Yan Weilou's face suddenly relaxed a lot, as if an invisible aura that had always lingered around him faded away, making the smile on his brows and eyes relaxed and natural.

After walking for a while, Yan Weilou heard a faint voice from beside him: "Actually, Ayan, you don't have to try, what I say is true. No matter what you become, I can recognize you at first sight."

Yan Weilou's footsteps unknowingly slowed down.

However, Su Xinghan's voice continued, clear and cold, like a layer of gentle moonlight spreading over his heart like sand.

"I know, Ayan, you still have doubts. My background is indeed too unusual. It doesn't matter, as long as every doubt ends in trust, sooner or later you will dispel all worries and you will choose to trust me."

Yan Weilou stopped in his tracks.

He turned sideways suddenly and looked at Su Xinghan seriously: "Don't wait for the future, I believe in you."

"—Do you still remember the promise of Taohuayuan?"