Chapter 95 Come on, take advantage of it!

The person sitting opposite, covered with a red veil, was silent for a moment, then quickly grabbed Shen Zhi's wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

The lid slowly fell down, revealing Xiao Lang's face.

The youthfulness had faded, and he looked like a wolf at the peak of its power, cruel, fierce, and terrifying.

It was Xiao Lang’s first time wearing a wedding gown. The bright red color made his bronze skin look a little funny, but Xiao Lang liked it very much.

He was wearing the same color as the prince.

He liked it very much.

"Please sit for a while, Your Highness," Xiao Lang restrained Shen Zhi, his rough fingertips stroking across the fair wrist, which had shallow scars on it. The new flesh that had grown was tender, causing Shen Zhi a slight sting.

Shen Zhi frowned slightly, and in the dim candlelight, the red bloodshot in Xiao Lang's eyes was faintly visible.

There was still stubble on his chin, and although he had groomed himself, his hair still looked a little unkempt.

Perhaps he was too tired, having led the rebel army to attack three cities in a row, and now rushing non-stop to replace Zhong Wenyan in the bridal chamber, Xiao Lang had hardly slept a wink.

Shen Zhi sat obediently beside Xiao Lang, probably knowing that he could not escape from Xiao Lang, so he accepted it calmly.

"Your people went to rescue Diao Jieshi" is not a question, but more like Shen Zhi's elaboration of established facts.

Xiao Lang glanced at Shen Zhi and nodded.

There is no need to hide anything. The prince's wedding is a time when the prison guards are lax. Saving people at this time is the best strategy.

Xiao Lang's men have already infiltrated the capital and controlled most of it. Saving Diao Jie and Shi Shi is imperative, and telling Shen Zhi will not change the outcome.

Shen Zhi seemed to realize that Xiao Lang had not finished speaking, so he stopped struggling, leaned against the bedside pillar and closed his eyes.

At this point, Shen Zhi is no longer able to control anything; history is pushing them forward.

Xiao Lang's ink-black eyes traced the lines on Shen Zhi's face.

I've lost weight, he thought, I should eat more food.

"Do you have anything to ask me?" Shen Zhi closed his eyes and felt Xiao Lang's gaze. He stopped invoking himself, as if he was not surprised at all by what Xiao Lang was doing.

The god of war who once protected the Cang Kingdom became the leader of 50,000 rebels.

He was even just one step away from ascending the throne to become emperor.

Xiao Lang had a lot to say, but when he actually met Shen Zhi, he didn't know what to say.

"No," Xiao Lang's voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

When he heard that Shen Zhi was going to marry a man, he no longer cared.

With 50,000 troops at his disposal, Xiao Lang was unstoppable. If he captured three cities, he would be able to enter the capital and meet Shen Zhi.

Xiao Lang certainly has a more secure way to invade the Cang Kingdom, gradually push the rebels to the capital, and directly seize the supreme throne.

But he couldn't wait any longer. If he was any slower, he would never see Shen Zhi again.

Shen Zhi's eyelashes trembled, a smile escaped from his lips, and he repeated: "No?"

Don't you hold any grudges at all?

As the murderer, he has a lot of questions to ask.

"It was you who saved me from the pirates? It was you who took care of me when I was unconscious? Or it was you who cured me of the plague?"

"Or maybe, it was all you?" Shen Zhi said to the end, becoming more and more certain. He could guess the answer without Xiao Lang's reply.

But Shen Zhi still wanted to pry an answer out of Xiao Lang.

Shen Zhi is not a fool, on the contrary he is a very smart man, so he can tell the difference.

Distinguish between "qingqing" and "xiaolang", distinguish between "qinglang" and "xiaolang".

"It's sunny," Xiao Lang denied.

Shen Zhi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then raised his lip. Xiao Lang was really determined not to cry until he saw the coffin. He even had the nerve to lie to him like this.

"I can still tell the difference between men and women," otherwise Shen Zhi would not have brought Qinglang back and made him his concubine.

Shen Zhi just wanted to see what Qinglang was trying to do.

Later, he learned that Qinglang was Zheng Qing, also known as "Qingqing". Shen Zhi used Zheng Qing to do many things.

Xiao Lang was silent again, as if he was being stubborn and angry after being exposed.

"Where is Zhong Wenyan?" Shen Zhi suddenly thought of him.

Xiao Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Zhi, and said stiffly: "Dead."

Shen Zhi's eyebrows jumped and his lips pursed, "Xiao Lang, this joke is not funny at all."

Silence flowed between the two of them. There was a noisy sound coming from outside and Shen Zhi's heart was beating abnormally.

The storm was about to come, and the wind in the full building was faintly pressing on Shen Zhi's nerves.

"The current palace is not a good choice." Shen Zhi didn't believe that Xiao Lang and the people around Xiao Lang were so stupid.

Xiao Lang explained in a deep voice: "There was no abdication."

If you think about it carefully, it's considered a circle/ban.

"I'm leaving first. Your Highness had better not go out," Xiao Lang strode away and ordered his men to guard the prince.

The sky of Cang Kingdom was about to change. It began to change when the emperor ordered the crown prince to massacre all the members of Fan Bo's family and the Diao family, and when the court was in collusion with each other.

Now that Xiao Lang had overturned the table, it was a little too late.

At such a tense moment, Shen Zhi shouldn't be able to sleep, but she still lay drowsily on the bed, and the dream in her mind started from her memory and ended last night.

He is too contradictory and entangled.

So I am not satisfied with all the results.

The person who came the next day was not Xiao Lang, but Zheng Qing.

Having said that, this was the first time Shen Zhi saw Zheng Qing’s true face. He looked a little feminine but with masculinity in his brows.

Those who come back from fighting on the battlefield always have the smell of blood on them.

When Zheng Qing came in, he was stunned for a moment when he saw Shen Zhi had not changed his red clothes yet. After he came to his senses, he sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of water.

The dry throat was instantly moistened and Zheng Qing sighed comfortably.

"Your Highness, I have wanted to tell you a long time ago that you are not suitable to be a prince and should be a prostitute in a brothel," Zheng Qing leaned on the edge of the table carelessly, looking a little unserious but it seemed as if he was giving advice sincerely.

Shen Zhi was indifferent. He had never heard such words before, but he had seen them in the eyes of many people.

He was weak, incompetent and indecisive, just like his mother.

His mother ended up living a life of depression.

Shen Zhi thought that he might follow his mother's path.

Or maybe not, because he also inherited the emperor's suspicion, jealousy and cruelty.

He can't forgive others, and he can't forgive himself either.

"Now I have changed my mind," Zheng Qing restrained his smile and looked like a veteran general.

He was courageous and decisive, and in some ways, he was better at winning the hearts of the troops than Shaw was.

Zheng Qing's expression was solemn. "You will be a good monarch."

"Your Highness, there is no need to set up a trap yourself. It is not much more difficult for us to kill the emperor than to depose the crown prince. We will do it and bring down this corrupt dynasty."

Zheng Qing's words were confusing. He didn't understand why Shen Zhi wanted to use his own life to cause chaos in the world.

The one who actually did something wrong was the emperor, and Shen Zhi was just an accomplice.

Shen Zhi secretly gave them money and materials to help them in their uprising, and also handed over the Xiao family army in his hands to them.

However, all the money was given to Zheng Qing, and Xiao Lang didn't know about it.

They used what Shen Zhi gave them to deprive Shen Zhi of his life.

"It would be easier," Shen Zhi sighed, "Wouldn't it be better if there were fewer casualties?"

Shen Zhi did not tell the truth, he just wanted to save the emperor's life so that the man who had been proud and arrogant for most of his life would not end up in such a miserable state.

He himself doesn't care about reputation, but that man does.

"Indeed," Zheng Qing nodded, as if he agreed.

"General," Zheng Qing changed the subject, hesitantly, "He likes you very much. You will survive."

No one can change Xiao Lang, it is not the nature of wolves to be tamed.

Zheng Qing took out a white ribbon from his arms and opened his palm towards Shen Zhi, and the ribbon with flowing silver light appeared in front of Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhixian's long black eyelashes trembled. He still remembered that they fell off the night Xiao Lang took him to the wolf pack to announce his identity.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang found it and took it away.

"This is the reins you use to control him. Only you have it, and only you have it," Zheng Qing gently placed the white ribbon on the back of his hand.

Cool and smooth.

Shen Zhi remembered the countless days and nights after he became blind, the unbearable pain almost destroyed him.

But Zheng Qing told him that his pain was a weapon that could control Xiao Lang.

Shen Zhi couldn't tell how he felt.

He was upset.

No one cares, but Xiao Lang cares.

Shen Zhi shook his head tiredly and didn't want to talk to Zheng Qing anymore. He had already used up all his energy for today.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had nothing else to say.

If possible, he would like Shen Zhi to take that position, as Shen Zhi is more suitable than anyone else.

But Shen Zhi forced them to use the name of deposing the crown prince and clearing the country. So no matter whether they succeeded or not, Shen Zhi would have no chance of getting that position.

Zheng Qing went out and closed the door.

The last ray of light disappeared completely, and Shen Zhi's eyes were covered with darkness. Relying on the faint light, Shen Zhi picked up the white silk ribbon that fell on the back of his hand.

Becoming Xiao Lang's shackles gave this white ribbon a different meaning.

Shen Zhi reached out and tied the white ribbon behind his head again. His eyes were covered with darkness, gloomy and without any light.

If one wants to rebuild the Cang Kingdom, one must overthrow the imperial court. The best way for Shen Zhi to do this is to bring down the emperor and cover up the stigma.

But Shen Zhi couldn't be so cruel to that man, after all, he was his father and his mother's husband.

Therefore, Shen Zhi chose to replace.

He replaced his father as the target of public opinion, even though in the end, all that man received was the sighs of a foolish father who loved his son dearly.

Although the situation was not like this, Shen Zhi still wanted to make the man look as decent as possible.

The door creaked again, and Shen Zhi's ears moved slightly. He thought it was Zheng Qing who had come back.

"Zheng Qing?" Shen Zhi asked doubtfully.

Shen Zhi did not take off the white silk in front of his eyes, and he keenly heard the person at the door pause.

It seems that it is not Zheng Qing.

"You're here," Shen Zhi said with a familiar tone, as if they were old friends meeting and talking, "Are you busy recently?"

Shen Zhi was locked up here and couldn't hear any news.

In fact, Xiao Lang did not mean to prevent Shen Zhi from going out, but he did block the news. Shen Zhi would not get the news he wanted whether he went out or not, and there was no need for him to go out.

It’s better to lie down every day and live one day at a time.

Shen Zhi's eyes were gently pressed through the gauze, his jade-like cheeks were sprayed with hot breath, and Shen Zhi's body tensed up.

"What?" Shen Zhi's voice was dry and he frowned subconsciously.

Xiao Lang really doesn't look well now. There are red bloodshot under his eyes and dark circles under his eyes. He looks unusually haggard. Only his beast-like pupils are shining and exceptionally bright.

Like a wolf that has not eaten for a long time, it bursts out with greedy light when it finds its prey.

"Zhong Wenyan sued the Crown Prince in the capacity of Crown Princess, thus giving the rebels a token of their surrender," Xiao Lang said in a flat voice, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Zhi's expression, not missing any slight changes.

Being stabbed in the back by the person next to you will be touched even if you don't love them.

So Shen Zhi, who had a calm expression, looked a little strange. He even raised his lips and smiled, "Then throw me into jail, justified."

Xiao Lang's rough fingertips traced downwards to the edge where the skin and the white silk meet. With a little force, he pressed a red line against the white silk skin, revealing a fragile color.

"Your Highness..." Xiao Lang sighed, and his unfinished words were particularly obvious in the empty environment.

Anyone can hear the bitterness in Xiao Lang's voice.

Shen Zhi was still deliberately misinterpreting. He raised his hand to cover Xiao Lang's rough back of the hand, buried his face in Xiao Lang's palm, and rubbed it gently. The soft and delicate touch was enough to make Xiao Lang eliminate his anger.

"So you want me to trade my body for a chance to live?" The person covered in white silk, with only soft red lips showing, the lower half of his face was holy and noble, but the words he spoke were like sharp blades, stabbing people and making them bleed.

Shen Zhiming knew that Xiao Lang did not mean that, but he still attacked him indiscriminately.

Xiao Lang stared at Shen Zhi's pretending to please and his cold expression, and pursed his lips.

He used his palm to hold Shen Zhi's neck and kissed him. The fierce lip-to-lip entanglement was filled with the smell of blood.

Xiao Lang's eyes were heavy, his breathing was slightly disordered as he moved away, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Your Highness, look at me," Xiao Lang said, but his hands did not move at all, and he did not take off the white silk for Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi couldn't look at him either.

"Bang", Xiao Lang's head was dislocated by Shen Zhi.

Xiao Lang slowly stood up and hugged Shen Zhi, kissed Shen Zhi's ear with his lips, and repeated: "Your Highness, look at me."

Strangely, Shen Zhi became quiet.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and their last meeting was not a pleasant one.

Inexplicably, their bodies were in harmony, as if they knew each other well and could find each other's weaknesses in the shortest time possible.

Xiao Lang was decisive in killing on the battlefield, but always cautious in such matters. He cherished Shen Zhi.

Time passed slowly and was about to come to an end.

Xiao Lang held Shen Zhi tightly in his strong arms, waiting for the last afterglow to completely dissipate, then lowered his head and kissed Shen Zhi's sweaty cheeks, "It's over."

Shen Zhi rested his head softly on Xiao Lang's shoulder. Xiao Lang held Shen Zhi's fingers and touched his chest, which was covered with penetrating wounds and scars.

Xiao Lang just wanted Shen Zhi to see the mark he left on him.

"Your Highness, I remember what's on the dagger, and I remember everything you said." Xiao Lang's words were like an imprint engraved on a stone tablet, so profound that it made one's heart beat wildly.

Shen Zhi's long eyelashes left tear marks on the white silk.

Shen Zhi thought this was the final ceremony, but unexpectedly it was the beginning.

Xiao Lang came every night, sometimes he spoke and sometimes he didn't, and he was silent more and more often.

Shen Zhi spoke less and less, and from that night on, the physical intimacy between the two of them gradually widened the distance between them.

"He's getting married?"

The little palace maid who brought meals to Shen Zhi was chattering all the time. She always had endless things to say when she saw Shen Zhi. No one knew that when this little palace maid first came, she was so silent that people thought she was mute.

"It's the third lady of the Zhong family, Zhong Wenshu." The little palace maid was happy to talk to the deposed prince who looked like a fairy. Every time the deposed prince listened to her with a smile, which made her feel very happy.

The maid put the dishes on the table and said with a smile, "I heard that Miss Zhong San is pregnant. General Xiao was very happy and gave the baby a name before it was born."

Shen Zhi listened and nodded, and said softly: "That's very good."

The little palace maid was busy making a few promises and left with the empty lunch box.

Shen Zhi probably thought that the day would pass like this, but then Zhong Wenyan came.

"Your Highness," Zhong Wenyan saw the white silk cloth on Shen Zhi's eyes when he came in, and his pupils shrank. It was common knowledge that Shen Zhi's eyes had recovered, but now they were covered with white cloth again and plunged into darkness.

It's hard not to think otherwise.

Was it a humiliation? Was it revenge for the blindness of the crown prince, Xiao Lang?

If Zhong Wenyan had just watched coldly in the past, thinking that evil will be punished by evil, it was what he deserved. But now that it happened to Shen Zhi, he couldn't accept it.

"Do you want to leave with me?" Zhong Wenyan asked. He had the ability to take Shen Zhi away, even though Shen Zhi was the deposed prince.

Shen Zhi shook his head. He cooperated with Zhong Wenyan and let Zhong Wenyan use the scheme of marrying the prince to become Shen Zhi's closest person, but in the end she turned against him.

The prince's guilt can be completely proven, the crime of the princess's "stealing" will not arouse suspicion, and the fact that the prince forced the princess to marry will not tarnish Zhong Wenyan's reputation.

Shen Zhi considered many people, but not himself.

His life is the key to this situation. Only by his death can the Cang Kingdom be completely defeated and new power can be injected into this corrupt court.

"No," Shen Zhi refused.

Zhong Wenyan was not surprised at all. When his eyes swept across the bright red marks on Shen Zhi's neck, he could hardly control himself.

"Your Highness, the Emperor used you to massacre Fan Boying's entire family, and secretly sent someone to blind you using palace insects. He is not a good monarch and even less a good father," Zhong Wenyan did not want to see Shen Zhiwei being criticized for such a personal crime.

It is surprising to hear such treasonous words from the self-disciplined and righteous Zhong Wenyan. In fact, when Zhong Wenyan agreed to Shen Zhi's help in overthrowing the state of Cang, the loyal Zhong Wenyan no longer existed.

Shen Zhi's fingers curled up unconsciously. Even though he knew that it was the emperor who made him blind. When Zhong Wenyan explained the situation, Shen Zhi's body was still shivering with cold.

He didn't want to be charged, but he didn't have long to live, and his mother asked him not to hate his father before she died.

Shen Zhi thought perhaps this was the last thing he would do for him as a son.

"Your Highness, you shed almost half of your blood for the people in Zhuozhou, just to allow Chu Cunjian to develop an antidote to cure the plague," Zhong Wenyan said firmly, "No one is more suitable to be the monarch than you."

A true king cares about the people. Zhong Wenyan believes that Shen Zhi is the wise king he is loyal to.

Shen Zhi's lip lines flattened. He was not a good monarch. He only regarded Zhong Wenyan's words as a compliment.

"Let's go, Your Highness." If you don't want to be a monarch, you don't have to suffer this humiliation here.

Shen Zhi unconsciously raised his hand to touch the silk ribbon covering his eyes. It was soft and smooth, and he could feel fine dark patterns if he touched it carefully.

"good"

"Where are you taking His Highness?"

Two voices rang out at the same time. Xiao Lang was facing the light, so his face could not be seen clearly. His tall figure looked particularly gloomy.