Chapter 85 Come on, take advantage of it!

"Are you Qingqing?" Shen Zhi closed his eyes and sighed.

There was no sound from behind for a long time, and just when Shen Zhi thought Xiao Lang would not answer.

Xiao Lang hugged him tighter, his breath sprayed into Shen Zhi's ears, and he said in a muffled voice: "It's time to go to bed."

He came here under the identity of Qingqing, and the two of them got along with each other in a tacit secret, but Xiao Lang gradually became dissatisfied.

Not only does he want to be Qing Qing, he also wants to be Xiao Lang.

Shen Zhi didn't notice Xiao Lang's thoughts and still called him "Qingqing".

"Is there anything you want to protect?" Shen Zhi thought Xiao Lang should have it, whether it was from Xiao Xingwu's teachings or Xiao Lang's fighting on the battlefield over the years.

Xiao Xingwu devoted himself to the country and worked hard until his death, using his life to protect the peace of the country. Xiao Lang, who was taught by Xiao Xingwu, must have inherited Xiao Xingwu's will.

Xiao Lang's performance on the battlefield in recent years has undoubtedly verified Shen Zhi's conjecture.

But now Xiao Lang told him, "No."

Two very clear words, the affirmation that Shen Zhi heard in Xiao Lang's voice, Xiao Lang really didn't have that.

Then why did Xiao Lang fight so hard on the frontier? It was as if Xiao Xingwu left behind descendants to inherit his legacy and pass the responsibility of being loyal to the emperor and defending the country to Xiao Lang.

"If the people of Cang country are starving and cold, and are killed by bandits, what will you do?" Shen Zhi couldn't understand Xiao Lang, because he had been taught knowledge of benefiting the country and the people since he was a child, and he was born with the responsibility of Cang country on his shoulders.

Xiao Lang didn't know that his world was filled with killing, and if he didn't have strength while living among wolves, he wouldn't have food.

Xiao Lang could understand the joyful smiles on the faces of many people who survived the battlefield because he also wanted to live, but he could not understand the grief of the survivors for the dead.

That is their fate, the fate of being eliminated because they have no strength. Why should we pity them?

Xiao Lang even felt that everyone who died at his hands was liberated.

"It has nothing to do with me," Xiao Lang's words were naive and cruel. Even though his actions protected tens of millions of Chinese people, his words were still terribly cold.

Cang State was not Xiao Lang's affiliation. He had no feelings towards Cang State, let alone its people.

Shen Zhi's breathing stagnated, and his chest felt so stuffy that he had difficulty breathing.

This is the God of War of Cang Country. He has no concern for the people of the world, let alone the common people. Shen Zhi's fixed ideas were challenged.

"Fan Boying, Diao Jieshi, and..." Shen Zhi paused and changed his words, "Those people I caught to rescue Diao Jieshi have nothing to do with you."

Xiao Lang sensitively sensed the difference in Shen Zhi's mood, and he fell silent again.

He knew that he was different from others and was born cold-blooded. He could not empathize with those who were suffering from tragic pain. All he did was to watch from the sidelines.

He had never been troubled by these things before, but now he felt confused.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed angry at his indifference.

Shen Zhi got the answer from Xiao Lang's silent silence. He suddenly felt very tired, because of his isolation and helplessness, and even more because of Xiao Lang's different views from ordinary people.

"Tell Xiao Lang to let him see me tomorrow." Shen Zhi closed his eyes again. There was no warmth from before, but a bone-chilling coldness, and his heart was frozen.

Shen Zhi knew that Cangguo was his responsibility, and he should not and could not throw his responsibility to Xiao Lang.

But he had other things to do. Once the idea of ​​handing over Cangguo to Xiao Lang came into his mind, it became more and more intense, spreading wildly in Shen Zhi's mind uncontrollably.

And today, Xiao Lang told him clearly that he had no feelings for Cang Kingdom and would not help him protect the people of Cang Kingdom. Shen Zhi felt inexplicably disappointed.

In his heart, it shouldn't be like this. Xiao Lang should hate him because he hurt many people.

When Shen Zhi woke up again, his head was fuzzy but his body felt light.

The bed was cold and Shen Zhi was the only one left. Yuanbao came early in the morning.

"Lord Zhong has sent a visiting card and wants to see Your Highness," Yuanbao put the wet handkerchief in Shen Zhi's hand.

Shen Zhi wiped his cheeks gently, and the moment the towel left his face, water vapor suddenly rose, bringing a cool feeling.

Shen Zhiqing was quite knowledgeable and he knew why Zhong Wenyan came. It was simply because Shen Zhaoheng was injured and he had ambushed and detained the people who came to rescue Diao Jieshi.

Zhong Wenyan suspected him and wanted to verify it.

I sent him away at first, but now I'm afraid he can't escape.

"Ask him in." Shen Zhi thought it was time to put an end to this if the Zhong family really cared about the country and the people.

Shen Zhi threw the handkerchief in his hand away, straightened his lips, and said, "Let Xiao Lang come over to serve you from now on."

If Xiao Xingwu didn't teach well, then let him teach it himself.

Yuanbao responded and went downstairs. He first took Zhong Wenyan to see Shen Zhi, and then rushed to Xiao Lang's residence without stopping.

After Xiao Lang came back from Shen Zhi, he met Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing searched the account book and investigated the Prince's Mansion last night, only to find out that Xiao Lang did not return home at night and went to the Prince's bedroom.

Zheng Qing recalled the past one by one, why Xiao Lang asked him who the prince would listen to, and all of this had an answer. The thread around Xiao Lang's neck gradually solidified, becoming a fatal shackle.

Zheng Qing wanted to question Xiao Lang as to why he was indifferent to the prince's brutal methods. The prince had killed so many innocent people and even pointed his knife at the Xiao family. How could Xiao Lang continue to approach the prince as if nothing had happened?

He still didn't ask, Zheng Qing's words were stuck in his throat. He knew better than anyone how Xiao Lang was treated when he was a child.

Zheng Qing cannot save Xiao Lang's past, all he can do now is to take advantage of him.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to take a concubine, and the candidate has been decided to be the third daughter of Duke Zhong, Zhong Wenshu." Zheng Qing asked tentatively, "Does the general know about this?"

Xiao Lang shook his head, he didn't know.

"Take a concubine?"

Zheng Qing heard the doubt in Xiao Lang's mouth and explained, "It means someone who can accompany the prince for the rest of his life. There will be many people in the prince's harem in the future. I am just the lowest-ranking one among his many concubines."

"Can anyone become the prince's concubine?" There was still a hint of childishness between Xiao Lang's brows, but his deep eyes, like thick ink, suppressed that insignificant childishness.

The high nose bridge matches the sharp facial lines very well, and he looks like an unshakable god of war just sitting there.

A heartless and loveless God becomes sentimental when he is tainted with lust.

No one is exempt.

Zheng Qing's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "It also depends on whether the prince likes it."

Zheng Qing tightened his grip, as if he had made up his mind, and looked directly into Xiao Lang's beastly eyes, and said seductively: "In fact, it doesn't necessarily depend on whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes it. With enough power, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can also be someone else's concubine."

Xiao Lang did not respond, and Zheng Qing swallowed the rest of his words.

Not long after, Yuanbao arrived and told Xiao Lang about the Crown Prince's order, and brought Xiao Lang before Shen Zhi.

Zhong Wenyan had not yet left. He knelt on the ground and begged Shen Zhi with his hands clasped: "My sister is still young and does not know the honor of my family. Please, Your Highness, please be kind and let Wen Shu go home."

Shen Zhi took a sip of tea and did not agree to Zhong Wenyan's request. Instead, he asked, "Master Zhong, do you know how to write freedom?"

Zhong Wenyan raised his head in doubt, not knowing what Shen Zhi meant.

Shen Zhi's expression was calm, without any hypocrisy. He looked like the snow on the top of the Holy Mountain, pure and clean, and unattainable.

Shen Zhi is not sure whether Zhong Wenshu has always been like this or what. Zhong Wenshu is different now, stupid and dumb but she is free.

It is unrealistic to let such a person become a bird in a cage, bound and imprisoned. A bird that has seen the vast sky will fight with its life if it shrinks in a corner.

Zhong Wenshu does not belong here, and Shen Zhi cannot make decisions for her.

"Miss Zhong is lively and clever. I want to take her as my concubine." Shen Zhi did not tell Zhong Wenyan the answer, but told him something that shocked Zhong Wenyan like a bolt from the blue.

Zhong Wenyan's expression could no longer be described as ugly, his brows were tightly knitted together, and his gentle and upright face had lost its proper expression.

Zhong Wenyan kowtowed again and said bluntly: "Wenshu is the legitimate daughter of the Zhong family. It is not appropriate for her to be the Crown Prince's concubine. Moreover, Wenshu has already been betrothed to someone else."

Shen Zhi didn't care, "Who can compete with the prince?"

Zhong Wenyan had no choice but to speak disrespectfully: "I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes men, and Wenshu is a woman. I don't want my younger sister to be alone for the rest of her life."

“Bang!”

The sound of a teacup breaking exploded beside Zhong Wenyan's body. The flying porcelain pieces scratched Zhong Wenyan's face as he fell to the ground. The scattered debris fell onto Zhong Wenyan's official robe, but Zhong Wenyan's body did not even shake.

Shen Zhi smiled and said, "How about, Master Zhong takes over Miss Zhong San? I am not unwilling to do so."

This is a humiliation. Only a blind and gloomy prince could make an important official in the court a concubine.

Veins appeared on the back of Zhong Wenyan's hands, his forearms trembled, and the words naked made Zhong Wenyan's face red.

A series of footsteps came closer from afar.

Shen Zhi waved his hand casually, "But General Xiao?"

Xiao Lang paused. He had never heard the Crown Prince's smiling voice before. "Come here."

Xiao Lang walked over as he was told and squatted down beside Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi raised his hand and touched Xiao Lang's collar, then pulled him in front of him. Xiao Lang stumbled with an unsteady step, and their noses touched.

"Your Highness," it was Zhong Wenyan who called.

Shen Zhi raised the corner of his lips, interrupted Zhong Wenyan's next words, and said in a sweet voice: "Even if Master Zhong is willing, it is not possible because of my current favorite Xiao Lang, General Xiao."

Zhong Wenyan's pupils shrank, his emotions fluctuated, and he bowed again and said, "Your Highness, please don't joke around."

Zhong Wenyan could no longer tell whether what Shen Zhi had just said was true or false. He couldn't explain what he was thinking. Just now, Shen Zhi asked him to replace Zhong Wenshu, and Zhong Wenyan didn't even feel insulted.

The Crown Prince is the foundation of the country. If the news of his preference for men gets out, it will damage the reputation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Zhong Wenyan tried hard to put aside his delicate thoughts.

Xiao Lang subconsciously touched the tip of his nose. In a wolf pack, two wolves touching noses is a sign of courtship.

Xiao Lang raised his eyes. The prince with red lips and jade face announced in this palace, "Not only do I like men, I also want to take General Xiao as my concubine."