I have become a treasure that everyone is looking for [Quick Transmigration]

He stared at Yan Lang with eyes as bright as broken stars and cold moon. For a while, Yan Lang couldn't tell whether he was really drunk, but if he wasn't drunk, how could Cheng Xiezhi treat him? Let him say such a thing?

Yan Lang smiled silently, lowered his voice, and answered Cheng Xiezhi.

"Okay."

Make a solemn oath.

Cheng Xie couldn't understand what he said for a while, stared at him ignorantly, tilted his head for a long time, raised an innocent smile, and moved forward.

A superficial kiss landed on Yan Lang's lips.

Yan Lang held his hand tightly, his eyes were dim for a moment, and when he calmed down, he looked down at Cheng Xiezhi, the young man in his arms raised his head and smiled at him, repeating what he said again.

"Come with me."

Yan Lang looked at him deeply, but this time he didn't answer again. He sighed for a long time before lowering his voice, "It would be great if you still remembered what you said when you woke up."

He took Cheng Xiezhi's hand out of his arms, gently laid it flat, and Cheng Xie subconsciously grasped it with his backhand, leaving a deep red fingerprint on Yan Lang's wrist with his five fingers, as if he was trying to grasp something tightly.Yan Lang leaned over to look at him, wanting to gently pull out his wrist, but Cheng Xiezhi refused to let go, frowning.

Yan Lang stretched out his other hand to smooth the center of his eyebrows, and his fingertips slowly moved down along the arc of his eyebrows, landing on the end of Cheng Xiezhi's eyes with a thin layer of red, his movements were extremely gentle.

Wide sleeves drooped, hiding the hands of the two.

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When Cheng Xiezhi woke up, the headache still hadn't subsided completely. He rubbed his forehead, the tingling sensation in his throat remained, and he opened his mouth, his voice slightly hoarse.

The system cautiously reminded him: "Host, do you still remember last night... after you got drunk?"

Every time it uttered a word, its voice lowered by one degree, and by the end of its speech, its voice was already too low to be heard, like a mosquito, for fear that its host would become angry and kill him to silence him.

But Cheng Xiezhi just gave a calm "hmm" and didn't ask about what happened last night at all.He put on his coat and stepped on the ground barefoot. The golden bell jingled. Cheng Xiezhi lowered his head and glanced, only to find that some loose and faded red rope had been replaced with a brand new one at some point. The red string is brighter.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, touched the exquisitely crafted bell, but he still didn't take it off.

Looking at such a host, the system somehow had an absurd thought—was the host really drunk last night?

The system is not particularly clear about Cheng Xiezhi's physique.From the time it was created, when I saw Cheng Xiezhi for the first time, to when Cheng Xiezhi blew up the Imperial Laboratory and took it away, there was a gap of nearly ten years. This long time is enough for the system to fully understand Cheng Xiezhi. overthrow.

After reuniting again, the system didn't dare to conclude that it knew Cheng Xiezhi, but it never thought that it had reached the point where it couldn't even understand the host's thoughts!

Suddenly realized that its understanding of Cheng Xiezhi might not even be as good as that of Yan Lang.The system shuts itself down.

Yan Lang was resting on the table in the outer room. When Cheng Xiezhi walked around, the bells hanging from his ankles woke him up. Sensing that someone was approaching, Yan Lang opened his eyes instantly, and involuntarily touched the sharp blade in the dark compartment. After seeing the person coming, the vigilance in his eyes dissipated, he stopped his hands, and smiled nonchalantly: "Are you sober? The peach blossom wine Nan Zhao sent over is extremely strong. I forgot to tell you. It's okay now, right?" ?”

Cheng Xiezhi sat down across the table, propped his cheeks, thought for a while before answering Yan Lang: "I still have a little headache."

"But the wine tastes really good."

Yan Lang was helpless and slightly amused: "Next time, you can't drink too much. The cat you raised last night was scared and ran out after you got drunk, and the palace people just found it this morning."

"You mean Yanyan?" Cheng Xiezhi raised his eyebrows, "It's not afraid of me, maybe it's because you scared it last night that Yanyan ran out."

What Cheng Xiezhi said was straightforward and reasonable, the cat named Yanyan was really afraid of Yanlang.Yan Lang laughed, "It is indeed a little afraid of me, but its temperament is not at all like your master."

Compared with "Yanyan"'s well-behaved, Cheng Xiezhi is afraid that the world will not be chaotic most of the time, and is bold.Yan Lang felt that Yanyan shouldn't be a cat raised by someone like Cheng Xiezhi.

Cheng Xiezhi stared into his eyes, and slowly defended his cat: "Yanyan may not be afraid of you, it may just not like you."

"Going to the imperial dining room to steal food every day, you can still say that you don't like me so confidently." Yan Lang laughed, "If that's the case, you really have a bit of demeanor as a master."

Cheng Xie's face did not change: "How can you just change your principles just for the sake of a little appetite?"

"Oh?" Yan Lang Mo raised his eyebrows, a little teasing, "Then you shouldn't be interested in the lotus leaf chicken made by the Imperial Dining Room today. After all, how can appetite be more important than your principles?"

"That's Yanyan's principle." Cheng Xiezhi corrected him, and emphasized, "It has nothing to do with me. Remember not to let the kitchen make the lotus leaf chicken too salty."

Yan Lang looked at him with a half-smile, and Cheng Xiezhi blinked innocently at Yan Lang, as if he had nothing to do with himself.Only then did Yan Lang smile and say hello, and said to him: "Tomorrow there will be a banquet in honor of Nanzhao's envoys in the palace, do you want to attend and meet this Nanzhao prince?"

After all, Cheng Xiezhi's identity had a lot to do with Nanzhao. When Nanzhao was mentioned in the past few days, Yan Lang could tell that no matter what it was for, at least Cheng Xiezhi wasn't really unmoved.

No matter which aspect is considered, Yan Lang actually does not want Cheng Xiezhi to leave and go to Nanzhao, abandoning his selfishness. The domestic situation in Nanzhao is turbulent, and Cheng Xiezhi's identity is extremely special. Accidentally falling into the hands of the barbarians in the north, there is something strange about it, and Yan Lang has to worry about his safety.After Cheng Xiezhi left without saying goodbye in the previous life, the situation in Nanzhao was also turbulent for a period of time. Natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, and the country was almost subjugated. But the strange thing is that these turmoil subsided shortly after. Almost escaped from the world.This old incident made Yan Lang think of Cheng Xiezhi instantly.

He secretly frowned, assessing the situation in Nanzhao, and wanted to persuade Cheng Xiezhi not to go to Nanzhao, but reason told him that he had to respect Cheng Xiezhi's decision—and he could not interfere in any name.

Cheng Xiezhi drew a circle on the rice paper with Yanlang's Langhao soft brush, a large area of ​​ink was blotted out, and the rough and sharp brush outlined the vague outline of the word "Nanzhao". He pondered for a long time before saying: "This Prince Nanzhao is here On the first day in Beijing, I met Tang Yuchen privately. The two seem to have exchanged letters for a long time. This is very strange, Tang Yuchen has never left the imperial capital, how could he know the prince of Nanzhao?"

"Tang Guogong used to have a direct younger sister. It is said that she married far away and has not been back to the capital for so many years. The secret guards found out that Tang Guogong's sister married a member of the Nanzhao royal family." Ask Cheng Xiezhi how he learned that Tang Yuchen had a private meeting with Prince Nanzhao.

"So that's how it is." Cheng Xiezhi nodded, "But since you know, how can you bear him to this day?" What Tang Yuchen and Prince Nanzhao discussed was not about other things, but how to make Yan Lang rebel—after all Yan Lang is a tyrant, isn't it reasonable to overthrow the tyrant and save Liming?

What's more, between Tang Yuchen and Yan Lang, there is also Tang Yuchen's unilateral "hate for taking his wife" that Yan Lang thinks. He has a deep affection for Tang Zijin, but he really can't tell right from wrong. In the palace, Tang Zijin himself agreed, he didn't blame them, he just felt that they were helpless, but he blamed Yan Lang who couldn't even remember Tang Zijin's face for "robbing the minister's wife", and Ye Heyue for not wanting to marry him. Do your part.This is also very interesting.

"Civilian rebellion, it won't happen in three years." Yan Lang didn't care about Tang Yuchen's behavior, "I was just trying to get rid of these nobles who enjoyed the favor of the people and were useless to the country. Tang and Chen wanted to fulfill me, so why should I rush? To drive people to death?"

The first few emperors before Yan Lang were so mediocre that they made no achievements. They only granted a bunch of princes to the father and brothers of his concubine to increase the burden on the treasury. by the head.Now that Tang Yuchen handed over the knife, he must make good use of it.

"The emperor really has a dirty heart." Cheng Xiezhi smiled and said, "Speaking of which, Tang Yuchen is also pitiful. His wife has run away, and he has no ability to rebel. He has to ask people from other countries for help, and now he still has to be punished." You take advantage."

Cheng Xiezhi was a little suspicious. He was dazzled by the fact that Tang Zijin didn't want to marry him, so he dared to say that he wanted to rebel when no one was in his hands.

"It's very pathetic."

Cheng Xiezhi once again expressed sympathy for Tang Yuchen.

"I'm not a villain either." Yan Lang raised his eyebrows and turned over a page of the document, "Since you think he's pitiful, you might as well fulfill his wish for so long. I'll immediately draw up a decree to marry him and Tang Zijin, Let them be a couple of immortals."

As Yan Lang said, he couldn't help but sneered slightly, "I heard that this girl who doesn't know her identity and was hugged wrong is very comfortable in the palace these days."

"After all, Tang Guogong's government regards her as the future queen."

When he spoke, he glanced at Yan Lang and saw Yan Lang frowning.

"I never meant it."

"After a while, I will draw up a decree to marry her and Tang Yuchen, and let her go out of the palace early with the decree!"

"Since Tang Guogong's mansion is a 'first-class' family in Beijing, Tang Zijin, a person of unknown origin, gave a marriage to Tang Guogong's son as his wife." Yan Lang let go of his frowning brows, "then Give me a marriage and be like a wife."

Cheng Xiezhi said: "If you let this intentionally disgusting person go, I'm afraid the whole family of Tang Guogong's mansion will not be happy. Tsk."

With Yan Lang personally ordering the marriage, who would dare to marry their daughter to Tang Guogong's mansion?However, Tang Zijin is not a serious wife of the eldest son, but a "Mrs. Ru" with a yin and yang eccentricity. The queen's dream of Tang Guogong's mansion is broken, and she doesn't know where to cry.

"It's the fulfillment of this pair of fateful mandarin ducks." Yan Lang imitated Cheng Xiezhi's tone and laughed, "I don't know who is below who let Tang Zijin into the palace."

He spoke in a cold tone.

The old concubine in the palace is just a vase decoration, and has no rights. I don't know who made Tang Zijin into the palace.If Tang Zijin hadn't used his air to get Cheng Xie on his head, Yan Lang would not have been willing to fuss too much with an ignorant little girl and an old woman who is nearly a hundred years old.

Cheng Xiezhi let out a "huh": "I let her in, after all, the palace is kind of boring."

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