By decree and pro

Chapter 106 Vinegar Jar

"...How can we live together?" Usman clarified, and changed his words instantly, with a flattering smile.

"We live separately." Yan continued to walk forward, "There are spare tents in the camp."

"But it's hard for me to..."

"It's even more difficult to go back to the city from here." Yan said with a straight face, "You choose one."

"I choose to live in a separate tent." Usman made a quick decision and said with a cheerful expression, "Yanyan, it's a good arrangement for you."

"Yeah." Yan nodded, but he felt that he was becoming more and more unprincipled. He agreed not to let Usman take risks...but he was shaken when this person came.

Even if Usman took the initiative to say that he wanted to go back to the palace, he was reluctant to let him go, let alone drive him back.

"What else can I do? 'Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog'," Yan complained mercilessly in his heart, "I can only do my best to protect him."

This "effort" naturally includes Yan's wealth and life, and Usman is not the first person who can make him protect at all costs, but it is indeed the one on the tip of his heart.

Yan didn't know what kind of poison Usman had poisoned him, and he didn't even bother to struggle, so he just accepted it, no, he accepted his fate.

Otherwise, some people would say that once they are emotional, everything is beyond their control.

"quack!"

"Quack quack!"

A flock of black crows suddenly flew up from the mountain of corpses, circling and circling above their heads.

"These crows are really noisy, don't you feel tired from shouting all the time?" Although Yan is not afraid of crows, there are too many of them, so many that they have formed a torrent. Don't take people seriously.

"These crows are different from the crows in the royal city." Usman stared at one of the crows and said, "They eat human flesh for a living. In their eyes, we are just two big pieces of fresh bloody human flesh. We As long as they show a little timidity or weakness, they will attack, and they can really tear people apart."

"Is that so..." Yan could also see that the crows here are different from those in other places, because their eyes are dark red like a dog eclipsing the moon, and they look particularly ferocious, but when Usman said this, he still couldn't help it. Zhu shuddered and walked faster.

"Yan, you are finally back! I was missing you!"

Ilya flew towards Yan from a long distance—no, he swooped over to express his eagerness to look forward to his return.

However—"Helian Uro?!"

Yiliya rolled his eyes and saw clearly the man in black standing beside Yan, he rolled his eyes immediately, and fell to the side as if fainting, kicking up a big cloud of dust.

Kurdan didn't understand what happened to Ilya, why he suddenly fainted on the ground just now.

"Hurry up and ask Kashi to come here." Kurdan greeted others.

"Don't worry about him." Yan glanced at Ilya, who was afraid of being beheaded by Usman, and pretended to be dizzy in desperation, said, "It's just a joke."

"This camp is well arranged." Usman is also very good at acting, pretending to see this camp for the first time, looking around.

"This is..." Kurdan looked at Usman, "Crow Spirit Warlock?"

"Yes, his name is Helian Wuluo." Yan introduced with a slight smile, "I happened to meet him on the road. I asked him for help with something, so I brought him back. Go and find him a place to rest."

"I'll do it!" Ilya got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and smiled all over his face, "Yan, I'll take him there."

"Alright." Yan nodded, and then asked Kurdan, "Are they better?"

"It's much better! Kashimi is indeed an imperial doctor, and after drinking a bowl of his soup, they are almost cured." Kurdan said, "Now they can sit and chat."

"Let's go, let's go and have a look." Yan completely ignored Usman's eager gaze, and went to business.

Ilya accompanied Usman with a smile, looking for a place to stay.

Not counting Usman here, there are only 26 people in total, ten tents, the main camp on the east, and the living area on the west.

"Jun...Helian Uro," Ilya hurriedly changed his words, "Do you mind sharing a tent with others?"

"do not mind."

"Then let's live with this bearer, the only one who doesn't snore." Elijah led the king to a tent in the northwest corner.

Opening the cloth curtain, the inside is not big, but it is quite clean, and there is still a pot of tea warming on a barrel-shaped stove.

"You slept with the queen?"

"This..." Ilya let out a cold air behind her back, and she didn't dare to look back at your lord, "Your lord, your lord, this is what the queen meant, you can't blame me, and we didn't sleep together, we separated on two beds. Yes, there is a long distance between them."

Usman played with the teapot lid on the stove and made a slight tapping sound, "Ilya, do you know what to do?"

"I know!" Ilya quickly turned around, smiling apologetically, "I'll snore so loudly tonight until the queen makes me go out..."

"It's good to know." Usman put down the tea cover, "Then I'll rest here first, and Yanyan will find me when he finishes his work."

"Yes!" Ilya nodded, served tea and water for Usman, added a handful of firewood to the stove, and then resigned, running towards Yan without touching his feet.

Yan had already visited the porter, returned to his tent, and then carefully drew a map of what he had seen and heard in the Crow Spirit Cemetery today and the places he had traveled.

"Yan! How could you not tell me in advance!" Ilya protested to Yan, "My neck rolled over from the knife today."

"Who made you always so unruly." Yan continued busy with the work in hand without raising his eyelids, "Next time you won't be so lucky."

"Woooo..."

"What about others?"

"It's resting."

"Hmph, so honest, let him rest as soon as he is."

"Your Majesty is probably afraid that you will drive him back... Wait!" Ilya suddenly realized, "Since your Majesty is here, there will be no emperor in the palace?"

"Yes." Yan inspected the detailed drawing he had just drawn, and then said, "Feras is here."

"Feras is not..."

"He can pretend to be." Yan finally looked up at Ilya and said, "Haven't you noticed that 'Usman' was very polite when we saw him off that day?"

"Huh? - Was Feralas pretending to be the king that day?!" Ilya finally came to his senses.

"it's him."

"But Yan, you already knew about it, why didn't you tell me."

"I didn't know it earlier, and I was quite upset that day." Yan sighed deeply, "I didn't recall it until I saw Usman in Helen Uro's attire. Man' is so abnormal, he didn't dare to make eye contact with me at all, I thought he was reluctant to let me go, and I felt sad. It turned out that he didn't dare to look at him, in case I gave him a hug or something on the spur of the moment, Us If Man didn't say anything on the spot, he would make trouble for him afterwards. So Feralas worked hard to pretend, and it was really difficult for him."

"So that's how it is..." Ilya realized that it wasn't that Feralas didn't come to see him off, but that he couldn't reveal his real body when he came.No wonder when he stared at "Jun Shang" that day, Jun Shang would look back.

He thought that the emperor was "telling" him to take good care of the queen.

"Ilya." Yan suddenly stopped writing, Fengyi asked sternly, "What do you think of Feralas?"

"Feifeifeifei...Lass!?" Ilya's expression was ferocious, as if he had bitten his tongue.

"Well, Feralas, the Prime Minister of Xiliang." Even though he was used to Ilya's erratic temperament, Yan couldn't help being curious, "What's the matter? Are you having a feud with him?"

"Festival? No, no, it's just Yan, why did you ask him?" Ilya asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to match him?"

"Where are you thinking?" Yan smiled, "I'm asking you, what do you think of him? You should have known each other for a while."

"Oh...it's been a while." Ilya was taken aback. He was really afraid that Feralas would seek out Yan as a matchmaker. Then Yan would think that he was being bothered. While saying that he liked him, he had nothing to do with Feralas. clear.

"He is a man," Ilya said, scratching his cheek lightly. "He is very serious in his work, and he speaks very long-winded, like a little old man. Sometimes even the king is afraid of him, so he will take a detour."

"I know all of these, is there anything else?"

"Also...he likes to be clean, his pen never leaks ink, and his snow-white clothes never get dusty..."

"anything else?"

"Yan, what are you doing?" Ilya couldn't help asking, "As the Prime Minister of the country, Feralas is loyal to the king, and he is kind to the people. He never seeks pleasure, so there is no choice. "

"This way." Yan continued to pick up the pen to write, "The day before leaving Danyang, Feralas came to me suddenly and said..."

Yan paused as if reminiscing, and then said in Feralas' serious tone, "Queen, you are the only one who can accompany your majesty in the end, I hope you will cherish it."

"Yan," Ilianunu said, "isn't the meaning of his words very clear? I want you to stay with the king, and Feralas knows that the king will follow you in disguise. Really, seeing your seriousness, I still I thought he said something terrible."

"After seeing Helian Uro, I thought the same as you for a moment, but," Yan paused with the tip of his brush, "I always feel that he is not referring to this matter. He is trying to remind me of something But there is something hidden.”

"Really?" Having been with Yan for so long, Ilya knows how accurate Yan's intuition is, especially when it comes to good and bad spirits.

"I really don't like the word 'last' he said. I always feel that there is a big conspiracy hidden here." Yan's brows could not help but wrinkled, "I hope it's just my overthinking."

"Yan, don't scare me, I'm cowardly." Ilya tremblingly said, "I won't encounter any troubles when I go out this time, right?"

"Switch with Usman tonight, he sleeps here, you sleep there." Yan didn't want Usman to leave his nose just to be on the safe side.

"Yan!!" Ilya excitedly scratched the edge of the table, "I was just waiting for you to say this! But it saved my life."

Yan was stunned for a moment, then thought that Usman must have put pressure on him, and couldn't help but smile helplessly: "I really have nothing to do with him, and Ilya and you too, why are you so afraid of him? With me here, he can eat What about you?"

Yan even felt that Ilya was exaggerating, and Usman was not that murderous tyrant.

"Yan, you also say 'you are here', you don't know how scary your lord is when you're not around! It's not like when you're here."

"What is it like when I'm not here? What is it like?" Yan became curious, "You show me a demonstration."

"I dare not imitate Your Majesty even if I have the guts of a leopard, how about...you go and see with me." Ilya had a plan in mind.

"Okay." Yan nodded, and said enthusiastically, "Let's go."