Generals and Emperors

The former prime minister's mansion is Cheng's mansion.

Cheng Qianya, who was dismissed from her job at home, was drawing brushes and bamboos in front of the Xuan Chuang, cultivating her sentiments.He has been in a high position for many years, and now he is calm and relaxed, his eyes seem to be only the paintings under his pen, even if the servant barged in rashly, he just frowned.

"Prime Minister..."

"Shut up." Cheng Qianya scolded softly, and said unhurriedly while writing: "The old man is guilty of dereliction of duty, and he is closed at home thinking about his mistakes. He is no longer the prime minister. Are you trying to kill me by calling me that?"

The boy shrank his neck, looked at his master's face, and hesitated to speak: "Master, it's the new emperor..."

"Oh..." Cheng Qianya's pen was unsteady, and there was a smear of ink on a good picture of green bamboo. The new emperor, Li Shu, that kid is really a bad embryo, as a thing cultivated by his Cheng family. , once the villain succeeds, he really treats himself as a green onion.Did he trip up the Cheng family again?Thinking of him, Cheng Qianya's chest felt a little tight: "Continue talking."

"The emperor... the emperor said at the Suzaku gate that he missed the young master and wanted to come to the house with the young master as guests..."

Cheng Qianya had no interest in painting at all, put down the brush, and looked suspicious: "What kind of flair is he doing as a guest?"

"That……"

"Tell the whole house to prepare to welcome the distinguished guests." Cheng Qianya washed her hands in the basin beside her, and her face, which had been weathered by decades of officialdom, showed a ruthless look: "If he is doing it just to let the Cheng family go, Come here, the old man will still miss his uncle and nephew, otherwise..."

The bright yellow dragon-patterned carriage highlights the unique status of its owner in the world.

Cheng En was still going to ride a horse, but the silk curtain of the two-person-high dragon carriage in front of him was suddenly lifted, revealing the narrow and smiling eyes of the man in the carriage: "Xiao Yao, come and accompany me in the carriage."

"Your Majesty, this is inappropriate." Cheng En hurriedly bent over and clasped his fists.

"Why not"

"..." Cheng En lowered his head again, and his voice was a little sour: "Your Majesty has a body of gold, and his humble job is a brash..."

"If you don't come up, you are disobeying the imperial decree. Can you bear the responsibility for this crime?" Li Mi smiled, his tone was irresistible.

Cheng En was helpless, the waiter lifted the curtain, and he refused to let him step on the back of the horse slave. Although the carriage was a bit high, it was more than enough for a man to climb it. Cheng Enfang was about to climb, when a man's hand stretched out from inside the carriage.

"Xiao Yao." The person inside called softly.

Cheng En held the calloused but very strong hand in a strange way, jumped up and landed on the carriage, and slipped into the curtain of the carriage, but he never thought that the large and gorgeous carriage would be so small, so he went in for a while. He was so reckless, following the strength of that hand, he accidentally threw it on the man's chest, and he was like thunder, trying to stand up, but he heard a series of laughter from above.

"Xiao Yao, it's hard for you to fight those barbarians for three years in the frontier with such a small body." Li Mi said.

Cheng En's face was flushed, firstly he was annoyed when he heard Li Mi teasing about his height, and secondly, the two of them were too close to each other, so he quickly got up and sat aside, and said abruptly: "I'm also a seven-foot man, but I can't compare to Your Majesty. The body of a dragon." After Cheng En finished speaking, he immediately regretted that Li Shu was different from the past, he talked with the emperor in a sarcastic manner, afraid that he was tired of life, so he had to shut up.

"Speaking and talking, how can you be angry?" Li Mi didn't get angry and scolded Cheng En for his lack of manners, but turned around and ordered: "Take off your clothes."

"…………"

Cheng En's eyes were wide open, and the bronzed skin that had been tanned in the battlefield for many years was deepened by the addition of red.He knew that many soldiers in the military camp under his command had the habit of breaking their sleeves and dividing their peaches due to loneliness. It turned out that the emperor who had three thousand beauties also... also...

"Take it off, I'll give you medicine." Li Mi took out a white porcelain medicine bottle out of nowhere, with an open and honest appearance.

Cheng En realized that he was thinking too much, so he squeezed his mouth shut and dared not speak any more. He obediently took off his armor, took off his shirt and stretched out his right arm.

The wound stretched from the shoulder to the wrist, and was cut to the bone by the extremely vicious barbarian hook. After two days, it became inflamed before being treated by a doctor. Life.But it wasn't long before the imperial decree was summoned to return to the court. Cheng En couldn't be too scruples, and traveled a long distance back to Beijing. At this time, the wound was festering.

"Xiao Yao, how about not going to the frontier in the future?"

Cheng En turned back in shock, stared into those unfathomable eyes, and said dully: "It's just a minor injury, I'm fine, and I will continue to sweep away foreign enemies for Da Yun."

The atmosphere was inexplicably condensed, and there was a hint of coldness in the air.

Li Mi's eyes sank, his expression was gloomy, and he said meaningfully: "You really have a family tradition."

Cheng En came back to his senses, knowing that Li Mi had misunderstood that he was greedy for military power, and he clenched his fists under his robe, revealing a fleeting wry smile.

"I'm suddenly tired, get out of the car and go home by yourself."