After dressing as a villain national teacher

Seeing that Wen Leng was still a little distracted, and didn't answer his question at all, Murong Xiao sighed helplessly, approached him and hugged him, and said softly: "Why don't you like him, how about you like me? My identity The status is not worse than him."

Wen Leng laughed awkwardly, and was about to say stop joking, but seeing the serious look in the other party's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

But he didn't like him at all, the person in his heart was the little emperor, no matter what Murong Xiao said was true or false, he couldn't accept it.

After figuring it out, Wen Leng broke away from his warm embrace, lowered his eyes and said, "Brother Murong said that His Royal Highness, the most favored prince of Nanyang Kingdom, is of course qualified to say such words. After all, you will undoubtedly be on the People on the throne, it’s just that you don’t want to make such jokes, you must have seen the situation very clearly.”

Murong Xiao was not surprised that his identity was exposed by Wen Leng. The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse. Even though the national teacher has lost power now, it is still easy to find out his identity.

Sure enough, it's still too early...

Murong Xiao had already heard the tactful refusal in Wen Leng's words, and said with a wry smile: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. This palace is indeed the prince of Nanyang Kingdom, whose real name is Murong Xiao. What are you doing in the palace? If the emperor treats you Not good, you can go back to Nanyang Kingdom with this prince."

Wen Leng looked at the concern in Murong Xiao's eyes, and felt warm in his heart, but he still turned sideways and refused: "I am doing well, so there is no need for the prince to worry."

As the identities of the two became clear to each other, the two also introduced themselves to each other, creating a sense of distance.

Wen Leng was still a little worried about the situation of the little emperor, and he didn't want to waste any more words with Murong Xiao, so he said directly: "Thank you for the kindness of the prince, the deity will go back first, and see you by fate."

After finishing speaking, before Murong Xiao could reply, he hurriedly left.

Murong Xiao looked at Wen Leng's retreating back, and sighed even more heavily in his heart, the national teacher really still cared about the emperor of Sushen country very much.

He suddenly had a premonition that the few heartbeats he had had for so many years might end without a problem...

After Wen Leng returned to the bedroom, he saw the little emperor sitting on the dragon bed, wondering what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Jin rolled his eyes mechanically, then glanced at Wen Leng, then looked away, and said in a cool tone: "The national teacher is back."

Wen Leng walked up to the little emperor, hesitated for a while and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and only replied softly: "Yes."

Xiao Jin lowered his eyes, and what he said was almost mocking, "Isn't the national teacher in love with that man, why didn't he bid farewell and come back so soon."

Looking at the little emperor's expression, Wen Leng could only see the other's drooping eyelashes, and felt a little uncomfortable listening to his words.

Wen Leng, who was a bit soft-hearted and intended to coax the little emperor, looked cold at the moment, and followed his words, "Yes, I am reluctant to see Murong after a long time, but he has other things to deal with, so I can only let him go." leave."

Xiao Jin heard the phrase "reluctantly", his numb heart twitched again in an instant.

Something flashed through my mind, and I finally remembered the familiar surname "Murong". "Murong" is the national surname of Nanyang Kingdom, and non-royal people cannot use it.

And he got the news some time ago that the prince of Nanyang Kingdom has come to Sushen Kingdom, and the appearance and temperament of the people he saw today are in line with the legendary prince of Nanyang Kingdom. It seems that the man in purple robe is Murong Xiao, the prince of Nanyang Kingdom .

Heh, what courage, no wonder he dared to be intimate with the national teacher in front of him like no one else!

He wanted to see, if Murong Xiao died in Sushen country, what qualifications would he have to compete with him for the national teacher! !

Wen Leng didn't know that his casual words almost brought Murong Xiao's death. When he spoke out of anger to the little emperor, he didn't think so comprehensively at all.

But his words really hurt Murong Xiao...

The frightening thing about Xiao Jin is that even in this heartbroken situation, he still analyzed Murong Xiao's identity, and decided to send someone to assassinate Murong Xiao later.

Xiao Jin was mad with jealousy towards Murong Xiao, and he saw the stitches and said: "Really? Then he really has a lot of business. It's rare to see you, and he doesn't want to spend more time with you. I don't think he likes you that much..."

He thought badly in his heart, it would be best for the national teacher to listen to him and stop liking Murong Xiao, so he could ask the national teacher for forgiveness and go back to the national teacher.

Wen Leng said indifferently, "So what, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and this deity is not that..."

In the middle of speaking, Wen Leng suddenly came to his senses, looked at the little emperor staring into his eyes, and swallowed the words "I don't like him that much".

Changed it abruptly, "This deity doesn't care that much, as long as this deity pleases him."

Seeing the little emperor's face became more gloomy, Wen Leng let out a sigh of relief.

It's so dangerous, I almost revealed my stuff just now!

Seeing the little emperor's reaction to this, he felt both the joy of revenge and the joy of being sure that the little emperor really liked him.

Therefore, the expression on Wen Leng's face can be called very happy.But in Xiao Jin's eyes, it was because the national teacher met Murong Xiao just now that he was in such a good mood.

Xiao Jin stopped talking, he didn't want to hear anything from the national teacher about liking Murong Xiao, even though he had been whipped in the dark room by the national teacher for several years, his ability to endure pain was already very strong.

But every time he heard the national teacher talk about his love for Murong Xiao, he seemed to be suffering the cruelest death penalty in the world, and his painful body convulsed a little.

Neither of the two spoke again, and the atmosphere in the hall was stagnant for a while, making people feel a little breathless and suffocating.

Wen Leng was so depressed by this silence that he wanted to talk to someone, but when he saw the little emperor on the bed acting like someone owed him money, he shut his mouth wisely.

When going to bed at night, Xiao Jin waited for the national teacher to fall asleep as usual, and then went to the side hall to perform daily self-mutilation. His lips that had recovered during the day undoubtedly turned two points paler.

After spraying the medicine, Xiao Jin put down his sleeves and called out, "Anli."

Anli appeared in the side hall, knelt down and respectfully said: "Master."

There was endless darkness in Xiao Jin's eyes, without any light, his voice was abnormally cold, and he ordered: "Find where Murong Xiao is staying, and lead someone to kill them!"

Anli wondered how the prince of Nanyang Kingdom who came to Sushen Kingdom offended the emperor and did not hesitate to issue an assassination order. After all, the power of Nanyang Kingdom is still very strong.

If the crown prince was killed in Sushen Kingdom, the emperor of Nanyang Kingdom would definitely not let it go, and would unite with the other two major nations to deal with Sushen Kingdom.

But his mission is to obey the emperor, other things are not his consideration, Anli's expression is solemn, and he accepts the order, "Yes, master."

Xiao Jin waved his hand, then Anli stood up and disappeared into the side hall.

Xiao Jin started to go back to the sleeping hall, but stopped, and called Li Yuan to change the bedding in the side hall overnight, and then rested in the side hall.

At the same time, Anli summoned dozens of Jinwu guards to Murong Xiao's residence.

Murong Xiao didn't know the danger was approaching at this time, and was listening to An Zhi's report on the domestic affairs of Nanyang Kingdom.

"His Royal Highness, before the Queen, I sent someone to scare your horse, and wanted to assassinate you here, and I will never return to the country. In recent days, the Queen has received news that you are safe and sound, and while strengthening the manpower to continue assassinating us, contact the courtiers In order to win the power of the court for the fifth prince. And... the subordinates also got the news that His Majesty is seriously ill, and the imperial decree will be issued by the descendants."

Murong Xiao listened casually, still unconsciously recalling the encounter with Wen Leng in the palace in his mind, and was nostalgic for the matter of hugging Wen Leng before leaving.

But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his pupils shrank suddenly.

No, Father must have been framed by that poisonous queen. Before he left Nanyang Kingdom, Father was still in good health.

How could he be seriously ill in such a short period of time!

Murong Xiao's face was gloomy, and he didn't see half of the smile that usually hung on his face. The teacup in his hand was crushed due to the anger in his heart, and the tea flowed all over the floor.

An Zhi knew how important the emperor was to the prince, so he suggested at the right time: "His Royal Highness, should we pack up and go back to the country?"

Murong Xiao fell silent, his father became like this, and it was urgent to return to the country, but Wen Leng, who was on the tip of his heart, made him hesitate.

He was reluctant to go back just now, and he didn't know when he would meet Wen Leng again after returning to China...

On one side is the person who fell in love at first sight, and on the other side is the father who dotes on him very much, one end of the scale finally tilts towards his father.

Murong Xiao closed his eyes, and finally made up his mind to return home, "Let's go tonight."

After all, Wen Leng still has time to wait for him to pursue, but his father has no time to wait. The later he returns home, the more danger his father will be in.

While speaking, there was the sound of fighting outside, and An Zhi immediately stood in front of Murong Xiao.Soon, Jin Wuwei, headed by Anli, rushed into the room, without saying a word of nonsense, they headed towards Murong Xiao's ultimate move.

When Murong Xiao went abroad, he also brought a large number of hidden guards with him. The dark guards protected the prince and the Jinwu guards fought. Murong Xiao and An Zhi broke out of the encirclement under the guard of the dark guards, jumped on their horses and left quickly.

While the horse was running fast, Murong Xiao glanced back in embarrassment, then turned his head to look forward firmly, and whipped the steed away.

National teacher, you must wait for me to come back...

When Wen Leng woke up, Xiao Jin was no longer around him. He thought that the little emperor went to court as usual and didn't see anyone.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and did what he should do as usual, but at noon, he still didn't see the figure of the little emperor, so Wen Leng began to look in the direction of the entrance of the hall frequently, but only waited for Li Yuan to come.

Li Yuan planned to leave after lunch, but was stopped by Wen Leng, "Little eunuch, why didn't the emperor come back at noon today?"

Li Yuan blessed the body, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty said that he has a lot of business today, so he ate in the imperial study."

Li Yuan sighed deeply, if the emperor hadn't warned him not to tell about him sleeping in the side hall, he really wanted to tell the national teacher so that His Majesty would not suffer.

In this case, we can only wait until the national teacher finds out by himself.