emperor cold concubine

Chapter 517 Escort
"It's a mess outside."

The room is surrounded by mist, curling up with smoke, and the mist is vast, like being in an illusory fairyland of the sea of ​​clouds.

Cang Hao, whose clothes were all stripped off and only covered with a thin quilt, was half lying on the large rosewood bed, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was leisurely and peaceful, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. This reminder, as if never heard.

With the silver needle inserted into his body, Qi Lang stood up, stared at the opponent's perfectly smooth figure, and said indifferently: "Escort, the formation tonight is really big enough."

"They are idle anyway." Cang Hao replied casually, "Just let them pass their boring time."

Idle is also idle?

Three black lines descended from Qi Lang's forehead, he was speechless for a moment, "It seems that your subordinates are protecting your life, right?"

"You don't think it's worth it?" Cang Hao said lightly.

Qi Lang pouted, "I didn't say that."

After a pause, he said mockingly, "The emperor's life is always more valuable than others."

Cang Hao's thin lips hooked lightly, "It doesn't matter if this king is the emperor or not."

Hearing this, Qi Lang glanced at him and was silent for a moment, but he didn't speak.

Naturally, he could hear the meaning of the other party's words-whether he was the emperor, or just an ordinary status, could not change the loyalty of his subordinates.

Whether it was Shu Tong brothers, Yue Xiao, or Mo Li and Zi Yu who were far away in the imperial capital, what they surrendered was never the emperor's superior status, but him, Cang Hao.

There is only one Cang Hao in this world.

What they escorted was the master's life, not the emperor's.

Qi Lang is even very clear that if Cang Hao relinquishes his status as the emperor and does not do it at this time, and Zen is placed on others, it is absolutely impossible for this group of loyal subordinates to have one person turn their backs on him.

This is the difference between people.

Talent is subordinate to man.

Only fools surrender to status.

Some people are lofty, and once they lose their noble robes one day, they will only end up betraying their relatives and leaving nothing behind.

As for Cang Hao, even if he has removed his identity and is even just a commoner, he is still a king to be feared—this is a fact that can never be changed.

Just like Su Mo to Cang Hao, Qi Lang believes that no matter what Cang Hao's identity is, even if he loses everything overnight, Su Mo's love for him will still not change in the slightest.

Even Qi Lang, who has been by her side since childhood, is powerless to change this point.

It can't change the emotions she has fallen into so deeply that she can't extricate herself, but he can do something else.

Putting it on the nanmu table at the head of the bed, Qi Lang twisted the last cold silver needle, turned his head and glanced at the calm and composed person on the bed, and said casually: "You and my young master, when do you plan to return?" palace?"

"Are you very concerned?" Cang Hao also asked casually.

nonsense.

Qi Lang muttered to himself angrily, if he didn't care, why would he ask?

Qi Lang said lightly: "After returning to the imperial capital, you will be worthy of the name of the master of the world."

"If you don't reply, won't this king be worthy of his name as the Lord of the World?" Cang Hao smiled lightly, "You seem to have something to say."

"My lord has something to say." Qi Lang looked directly at his quiet and handsome face, separated by a thin layer of mist, his flawless face was even more refined and beautiful, making people dare not look at him directly.

After a moment of silence, he said lightly: "After returning to the palace, what kind of status will my young master have? Or I can ask this way, what kind of promise will you make to my young master?"

Cang Hao didn't speak, but the smile on his lips obviously deepened, and he looked extraordinarily cold, "Qi Lang, are you interrogating this king?"

"No." Qi Lang directly denied it without even thinking about it, and then smiled slowly and said: "This young master is forcing a question."

"Really?" Cang Hao chuckled, "Who gave you the power? And who gave you the courage?"

"Cang Hao." Qi Lang slowly called out his name, his eyes fixed on his face, as if he wanted to see his true thoughts under the calm surface, "One hundred and seven and Yinzhen have already entered There are [-] acupuncture points in your body, and at this moment, I still have the last one in my shou hand, and the dantian point has not yet entered... His Majesty the Emperor is a smart person, so he naturally understands what this means."

"Well, I understand." Cang Hao nodded slightly, then smiled indifferently, "So what?"

Qi Lang was taken aback.

Slowly opened his eyes, Cang Hao looked at Qi Lang fixedly, a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his lips, "One hundred and seven silver needles have sealed one hundred and seven big acupuncture points all over the body, do you think this king is Is it subject to you?"

Qi Lang didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Cang Hao's eyes turned slightly, he locked the last silver needle in his hand with a cold light, and smiled lightly, "Before the last needle enters the body, everything you have done before will be useless. If you give up at this time, it will be equivalent to All previous efforts have been wasted. What the king said, is it right?"

Qi Lang said expressionlessly: "Of course it is right."

Cang Hao smiled indifferently again: "So, you must think that this king will be threatened by you?"

"This is not a threat." Qi Lang folded his chest and emphasized calmly, "I just want to make sure that my young master is with you and will not be harmed."

Cang Hao sneered without giving any face, "Which onion are you?"

"You—" Qi Lang pointed at him angrily, "Don't be too arrogant!"

Cang Hao stared at the finger coldly, no emotion could be seen on his cold face, but Qi Lang suddenly felt cold all over, and subconsciously withdrew his presumptuous hand, but because of his own spinelessness, he felt a little unwilling in his heart.

So he snorted bitterly.

"There is no need for others to worry about the matter between this king and Mo'er—even you have no right." Cang Hao looked away lightly and closed his eyes again, "If it wasn't because of your relationship with Mo'er, it would have been because of you How can the words and actions of Cai Cai have fate?"

Qi Lang choked for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that I might do something in your body?"

"You can try it." Cang Hao's tone remained calm.

Qi Lang was so angry that he almost lost his mind, "I have been close to the young master since I was a child. Although I am a subordinate, I can still be regarded as the only relative in this world. Even if you deal with it, you shouldn't have this attitude, right?"

"There is still about an incense stick of time in ion time." Cang Hao's tone was indifferent, and he didn't know if he had listened to Qi Lang's words, so he just reminded him lightly, "If the time is up and your things haven't been done well, what should you do if you have thought about it?" How did you explain it to your anxious young master?"

Qi Lang snorted, "You don't need to worry about this."

He just wanted to make sure that his young master would be happy in the future, why is it so difficult?
"Your Majesty the Emperor, just treat it as I beg you, why not give it?"

(End of this chapter)