The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Hibiscus tent (17)

After a night of wind, it began to rain the next morning.

Shu Le was shivering from the cold, wishing he could go to the battlefield with the quilt in his arms.

However, the face is still needed, Shu Le rolled on the bed a few more times, reluctantly waved goodbye to the bed, and went out wrapped in a woolen cloak.

As soon as he stepped out of the battle, he saw the soldiers who had already lined up.

Zhou Sui stood at the forefront of the queue, wearing a splendid military uniform and riding a tall horse, giving this little general the appearance of a great general.

Shu Le wrapped his cloak tightly, and was about to go there when he saw a guard walking towards him, cupped his fists and said, "General Shu, just now the barbarians came to me and clamored before me, Your Majesty has decided to fight in person."

Shu Le narrowed his eyes.

Looking from his direction, he could only see Zhou Sui's side face, his face was calm and stern.

Tsk, impatient little emperor.

Shu Le raised his hand and said to the guard: "Go and bring Zhuifeng here."

Chasing the wind is Shu Le's war horse. He played with Shu Le when he was a pony, and later went to the battlefield together.

Oh yes, they also escaped from the southern Sichuan scale together yesterday.

It can be said that they are very difficult brothers and sisters.

The guards quickly led the horse from the stable.

Zhuifeng snorted, and kicked the guard who was leading him with his horse's hoof.

Shu Le let out a "hey" and patted the chasing wind horse on the neck: "You are so capable, why didn't you know how to run faster in the prefect's mansion yesterday?"

Zhuifeng snorted twice, lowered his head and bent his horse's legs.

Shu Le pulled up the rein and got on the horse, swung the whip and ran to Zhou Sui, showing a smile: "Your Majesty woke up so early!"

Zhou Sui glanced at him, and said calmly, "I thought you were going to sleep until you."

Shu Le leaned forward with a hippie smile: "How dare I, how dare I, see that His Majesty is going to lead troops to fight?"

Zhou Sui snorted coldly: "The barbarian's sharp knife is already on my neck, and I came to the battle this morning to make a noise. I really think I'm afraid of them?!"

Looking at the posture, I really want to lead the troops to fight in person.

Shu Le didn't expect Zhou Sui to be so impulsive, and hurried forward and said: "Your Majesty's personal conquest is already an example for the whole army, how can I let you take the lead, then this minister is too incompetent."

Zhou Sui glanced at him: "Why can't I lead the troops myself?"

Shu Le smiled and stuck to Zhou Sui, stretched out his hand to gently hold Zhou Sui's arm: "Your Majesty, you grew up in the Central Plains, and you have never fought against barbarians and barbarians...and listen to what I say."

He blinked halfway through the speech, "I won't lie to you."

Shu Le just woke up in the morning, not wearing military uniform, only a woolen cloak, the white jade mask did not cover the corners of his eyes, and even had some blush from early sleep.

When he leaned towards Zhou Sui, the cloak on his body was tilted according to the movement, revealing a deep groove.

Zhou Sui was a little taller than Shu Le. He lowered his head and happened to see Shu Le's fair neck against the background of the black wool cloak.

Extraordinarily slender and thin.

Most of the man's masked face was sunken in the fluffy shawl of the cloak. Compared with the aesthetically fatigued men in military uniforms in the army, it was too eye-catching.

What's even more striking is that Shu Le's expression carried an obvious flamboyant and heroic spirit.

This wonderful contrast adds infinite charm and allure to his whole person.

make people want...

I want to lock him up, keep hugging him, and let his beautiful eyes cry out, preferably only for myself.

It is best to completely conquer him, and then get him completely.

Zhou Sui seemed to be startled by his own thoughts for a moment, but the dark color in his eyes did not fade away.

Zhou Sui looked at Shu Le, and said after a while, "How can I trust you?"

Shu Le reined in the reins, and the wind neighed, and the horse's hooves made a row of marks on the yellow sand.

Then Shu Le raised his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty should trust his ministers. He has fought and killed dozens of times with his ministers, and he has never been defeated."

Zhou Sui glanced at Shu Le, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Come in with me."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the imperial tent.

Shu Le jumped off the horse and followed in a mighty manner.

Zhou Sui sat down in the account, looked down at Shu Le and said, "Little General Shu, the struggle between military strategists is a major event, and I can't judge rashly based on your words."

Shu Le thought that I still don't understand your twists and turns, so she cupped her hands and said, "What guarantee does Your Majesty need from the minister, please say so!"

Zhou Sui thought for a long time, and seemed to be hesitant. When he was about to speak, a communication came from outside the account.

"Report—Your Majesty, there is a letter from the capital!"

Zhou Sui could only delay what he was about to say for a while, let the messenger come in, and said, "Who is writing?"

The messenger glanced at the people in the tent, stepped forward and knelt in front of Zhou Sui's case, and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, there are two joint letters from the court ministers, four letters from the empress in the palace, and two more letters." General Feng Shu's family letter."

Zhou Sui paused when he heard this, and said as if he suddenly remembered something: "Who among the ladies in the palace wrote to me?"

The messenger was taken aback, and waited for a few seconds before submitting the letter: "Your Majesty, there are two letters from Concubine Hui, one from Empress Defei and one from Meiren Ye."

Zhou Sui frowned: "There is no queen?"

The messenger was trembling when asked by the little emperor, and after weighing it for a long time, he said slowly: "Empress Empress...Since your Majesty left for the expedition, you have become sick from worry and have been bedridden for a long time."

This is not good news, especially since he poisoned Shu Wanyi.

Zhou Sui's expression sank, and he asked, "Did you call the imperial physician for a consultation?"

The messenger hurriedly said: "Go, go! The imperial doctor went to the doctor three times, but they didn't diagnose any serious problems. They only said that the empress is weak and needs more rest."

Zhou Sui was silent for a while before turning his gaze to Shu Le.

Shu Le was stretching his neck to secretly see who sent the letter to him in the courier's hand, looking left and right, shaking his head.

Zhou Sui saw Shu Le's movements at a glance, and said helplessly, "General Shu, your sister has been ill recently, and I was negligent."

Shu Le was extraordinarily generous, waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Your Majesty, don't worry, you can't die!"

Zhou Sui: "..."

Zhou Sui pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Is Shu Wanyi the biological son of Shu Hongyi?"

Shu Le: "..."

If he was Shu Hongyi, he would smash the little emperor's dog's head off.

Looking around, Shu Le could only see clearly that one letter in the messenger's hand was written by Shu Hongyi, but he didn't see the other clearly, so he could only deal with Zhou Sui first and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know, that little girl has been skinny since she was a child, and she has a cold and a fever." It’s a common thing, you can take care of yourself, don’t worry.”

Hearing this, Zhou Sui, who poisoned Shu Wanyi, felt even more guilty.

He put the letter from the empress of the harem on the table, and looked at Shu Le with a gentle expression: "When I return victorious, I will treat Lingmei well."

Shu Le: "..."

No need, I am quite scared when you say that.

Shu Le shivered for a while, feeling that after she lacked the warmth of the fake breasts, she didn't even have enough confidence.

Alas, life is lonely, only fake breasts can cherish each other with him, heart to heart.

How nostalgic.

With a generous face, Shu Le clasped her fists and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about this! It's a blessing for Wanyi to be His Majesty's wife. Her father taught her to be humble and polite, to be kind to others since she was a child, and she would never complain about His Majesty no matter what. "

Zhou Sui looked at Shu Le in front of him, and thought of Shu Wanyi who was far away in the palace.

The plan I had thought up before hesitated again in my heart.

Shu Hongyi has a son and a daughter, if he takes them all...

I'm afraid it will provoke rebellion.

He and Shu Wanyi are not married yet... What if Shu Wanyi is released from the palace and exchanged for Shu Le?

Zhou Sui thought for a while, but he still couldn't come up with a completely appropriate solution, so he asked the messenger casually: "Who are the ministers who sent letters from the court?"

The messenger said: "I wrote to you about the joint battle strategy of Lin Xueshi, Jiang Shangqing, and several ministers."

Zhou Sui took the letter paper and flipped it over, then waved the letter paper on the table, and said sternly: "It's all empty talk! Except what Lin Jitong said is useful, do other people just say nonsensical things? !"

Everyone in the tent trembled, and Shu Le also trembled.

Unlike others, he was frozen while others were frightened.

Zhou Sui finished his anger, drank a cup of tea to calm down, and asked again: "You just said that there is also a family letter sent to General Shu, written by Shu Hongyi?"

The messenger was so frightened that Zhou Sui kowtowed again, and said softly, "Return to Your Majesty... In addition to Shu Hongyi, there is also a letter from Bachelor Lin."

Zhou Sui's expression changed slightly: "Oh?"

The messenger said respectfully: "You and General Shu sent the letter in two batches, but the recent war has caused the traffic to be poor... I was afraid of delaying the matter, so I sent it myself."

There are ten thousand words in Shu Le's mind that MMP especially wants to say: ... I really thank you.

Zhou Sui glanced at Shu Le: "General Shu, I didn't expect you and Lin Jitong to have such a close friendship?"

Shu Le trembled again, squeezed out an awkward yet polite smile, and said dryly: "Your Majesty also knows...the minister and Lin Jitong have different political views, how can we have such a close friendship..."

The gloom in Zhou Sui's eyes almost overflowed: "Really?"

Shu Le hurriedly said: "Yes, yes! Your Majesty has learned! He is probably worried that I will be arrogant when I go out with Your Majesty, so he wrote a letter to warn the minister not to be arrogant."

Zhou Sui stared at Shu Le for a while, then showed an incomprehensible smile.

Then Zhou Sui, who was sitting on the seat, said slowly: "Shu Le, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I don't keep an eye on you for a while, so you always provoke me."

Shu Le: "..."

I'm not, I really haven't.

Zhou Sui's anger when he was facing those ministers just now has all been suppressed, and his whole person looks even more uncertain.

He raised the corners of his lips: "Political disagreement?"

Shu Le found that Zhou Sui's appearance had only been cultivated recently, and every time he put on this expression, the little emperor was much more difficult to deal with than before.

Seeing that Shu Le didn't answer, Zhou Sui asked again: "No friendship?"

Shu Le: "..."

Damn, he didn't mess around behind the little emperor's back, so why is he acting like a rape?

Shu Le was shivering from the cold, and while shaking, he had to listen to the little emperor's eccentric questions, feeling very depressed for a while.

He is used to lying and telling lies, and he doesn't need to write a draft when he speaks, he just speaks: "Anyway, I and Lin Jitong are innocent, and I haven't even eaten a meal. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, I can't help it!"

Zhou Sui laughed instead when he heard the words, and even his tone softened a lot, even with an inexplicable ambiguity: "I believe you...you are my mistress, how can I not believe you."

Then Zhou Sui turned his gaze, looked at the messenger and said, "Open the letter from Bachelor Lin to General Shu, read it!"

Shule:? ? ?

Before Shu Le could react, the messenger had no choice but to bite the bullet and open Lin Jitong's letter under Zhou Suisho's gaze.

The letter paper was shaken open, and Lin Jitong's delicate and beautiful brush strokes came out on the paper——

The author has something to say: Shu Le: ...why is there such an operation

Zhou Sui: In order to prevent the grassland above my head from getting bigger and bigger, I must have this kind of operation.

Shule: ...

Zhou Sui: Come here, don't make me say it a second time.