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

Hibiscus tent (21)

Zhou Sui didn't sleep all night.

In addition to worrying about the frontline war, Zhou Sui discovered... the thought deep in his heart was actually hope, and it would be best for Shu Le to draw with the barbarians in this battle.

Even if it is defeated, it is not so difficult to accept.

There are enough food, grass and soldiers in the latter week, even if this battle fails, it will not affect the overall situation.

Instead, he was given a chance...to be able to circle Shu Le in the deep palace and hold it in his palm.

Reason told Zhou Sui that he was the emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty, but desire told him that this opportunity was once in a lifetime.

Thoughts and desires are intertwined and entangled in the cold wind whizzing past on this battlefield, and slowly rise in the gradually whitening skyline.

It lingered in Zhou Sui's mind.

Once an unspeakable thought arises, it is difficult to suppress it.

Even just thinking about it makes his irritated scalp numb, and even his breathing slows down.

He is the emperor, the only emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty.

He is Shule's king.

If he wanted it, Shu Le would naturally have to give it.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Zhou Sui suddenly figured this out, and instead looked forward to Shu Le's return from the southern Sichuan city.

Anyway, whether you win or lose, the ending will not be any different.

Waited a while longer.

In the gray morning mist, several fast horses galloped indistinctly from the direction of Southern Sichuan City.

Just a few horses, obviously not all the soldiers who went out in this battle.

Gradually, he entered further, and the person on the horse looked very anxious, and another horse surrounded him.

The horse was tall and handsome, with black and shiny fur, except for four hooves that were all white.

From afar, it looks like walking on snow.

——It is chasing the wind.

Chasing the wind is a famous horse for thousands of miles, and it has never been ridden by anyone except Shu Le.

But at this time, Shu Le is not the only one chasing the wind.

Zhou Sui frowned, feeling that something was wrong with the situation in front of him.

At the same time, from a short distance away, someone shouted from the other side: "Military doctor—quickly, military doctor! General Shu has been hit by an arrow!"

The voice was hoarse, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes and strong wind, it was indescribably harsh.

Zhou Sui was slightly taken aback, as if his heart had been pulled violently, with a few traces of strange bitterness.

Before he could react, the fast horses galloped to the front of the camp, and the soldiers lifted the shelves that had been prepared, and shouted anxiously: "Mr. Wen, hurry up, put the general up, the military doctor will be here soon! "

Mr. Wen?

Zhou Sui subconsciously looked sideways, and the two people on Zhuifeng's back were Shu Le and another man whom he had never seen before.

Shu Le had obviously lost consciousness, leaning softly in the man's arms, his appearance was somewhat indescribably cute.

Seriously injured people had better avoid strenuous activities, but in order to travel lightly, Shu Le didn't even bring a stretcher except for some simple wound medicine.

At this moment, Wen Rong's white clothes were already stained red with blood, as if to avoid the wound on Shu Le's back, he hugged him from the front.

As he galloped all the way, he kept Shu Le firmly in his arms, trying his best to avoid the bumps, and even the hands holding Shu Le trembled and turned pale.

Zhou Sui changed color suddenly, pointed at the kneeling soldiers and said angrily: "Wait for Gou An! How did Pian Shule hurt like this?!"

The soldiers immediately knelt down, but before they could speak, they were interrupted by Wen Rong: "Your Majesty, General Shu has lost a lot of blood, I'm afraid we should rescue him first."

It just so happened that several military doctors accompanying the army ran over from a distance, and before they kowtowed, they were kicked by Zhou Sui.

"Treat me well! If something happens to General Shu, you don't have to go back to Beijing together!"

Several military doctors turned pale with fright, knelt down and repeatedly promised to do their best.

I saw Wen Rong's gentle movements, as if he was placing an extremely precious pottery until it was well placed, then he said to several military doctors: "General Shu is not injured at all, it's just that the barbarian's arrows are tricky, and the arrows have many burrs. Stop the bleeding It is the main thing, you must be careful when drawing the arrow."

The military doctors nodded their thanks and carefully lifted Shu Le down together.

Zhou Sui glanced at Shu Le, then at Wen Rong, his face was extremely ugly.

Only then did Wen Rong turn around, knelt down to Zhou Sui and said, "Wen Rong, a grassroots, is honored to pay homage to the holy face. Long live your majesty, long live, long live."

Then he straightened up, put his hands on the ground, and gave Zhou Sui a big salute, and then said softly: "General Shu's injury this time was caused by the grassroots, and the grassroots will die. Your Majesty has a kind heart, and I hope that His Majesty will only punish the grassroots." One person, don't treat the general harshly."

The author has something to say: Wen Rong: I not only kissed and hugged my brother, but my brother was also willing to get hurt for me, for me alone~!what about you?Nothing, hot chicken.

Zhou Sui:? ? ?

Wen Rong: The soldiers all think that I am benevolent and righteous to rescue them. Actually, I am not. I just want to show you off, and by the way, it would be best to secretly piss you off.

Wen Rong: If you are so mad, I can take over, hot chicken.

Zhou Sui: ...

Shu Le: Tsk, well done.Very white lotus.