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

Hibiscus tent (51)

Zhou Sui looked tired, leaned on the dragon chair, glanced at Imperial Physician Jiang, and said coldly: "If your opinion is consistent with that of Imperial Physician Wang, then you don't need to talk about it, just go down and die."

Imperial Physician Jiang knelt down and kowtowed to Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty, I have a different view from Imperial Physician Wang."

Zhou Sui raised his eyelids, and his voice became colder and colder: "When Shu Le was injured, you never told me that there would be such a situation."

Doctor Jiang's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, the door of the inner hall was slowly pushed open.

Shu Le covered his mouth with one hand and yawned, stretched out a foot tentatively from inside, and looked around: "Your Majesty? You came so early today."

Zhou Sui just stopped the current conversation, gave Doctor Jiang a look, turned around and glanced at Shu Le, and said, "You are not in good health, how can you be dressed so thinly?"

Shu Le squinted his eyes lazily, leaned on the doorpost of the inner hall to look at Zhou Sui, and said slowly: "Isn't this my minister, I just woke up."

In the middle of speaking, he opened his mouth again in a sleepy manner, looking very lazy.

Zhou Sui frowned, stood up from the chair and walked towards Shu Le, scolding: "Just now the palace people said that the two heaters in the palace are exhausted, and the new ones haven't been installed yet, so don't be careless."

As he spoke, he wanted to take off the purple cloak on his body and put it on for Shu Le.

Halfway through taking off, Zhou Sui suddenly stopped.

Shu Le was leaning against the wall and waiting for Zhou Sui to serve him. Seeing that Zhou Sui had stopped moving, he was also stunned: "Your Majesty? What did you suddenly think of?"

Zhou Sui came back to his senses, and took a deep look at Shu Le.

Shu Le was horrified by him, and subconsciously took a step back.

However, before the backward foot touched the ground, Zhou Sui pulled him back and hugged him into his arms.

Zhou Sui obviously felt that Shu Le's move was a bit inappropriate, and reached out to stroke Shu Le's forehead hair, saying: "You are no longer a child with a yellow mouth, why are you still acting so recklessly? Now you are not in good health..."

"I'm not in good health yet, so I can't leave the palace, I can't leave the palace, I can't meet guests, I can only wait in the palace for His Majesty to visit me."

Shu Le didn't resist, and was hugged by Zhou Sui indifferently, and finished the sentence for him.

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty, did you say it verbatim?"

Zhou Sui was silent for a moment, lowered his head and bit Shu Le's lips, and said helplessly, "Okay, I know you're annoying, so I just shut up."

Just at that moment when it stopped——

It's not because of anything else, but Zhou Sui's sudden discovery.

His connivance to Shu Le has unknowingly reached a level that makes him feel terrified.

Or maybe it was because he retreated again and again, until now he was even more ruthless.

The crimson red cloak that belonged to the emperor on Zhou Sui was still draped on Shu Le after all.

Shu Le followed Zhou Sui out of the inner hall, and glanced at the bronze mirror with extra pleasure, feeling very embarrassed.

Zhou Sui waited for a long time but did not wait for Shu Le to catch up. When he turned around, Shu Le was reaching out his hand to touch the wool of the big cloak on his body reluctantly.

Zhou Sui: "..."

Zhou Sui sighed: "That cloak is a red fox fur that Dongpan paid tribute to. If you like it, I still have a few in my private treasury."

Shu Le's heart fluttered immediately, but when he thought about it, maybe he would say goodbye to the little emperor after he made it, so let's pull it down.

He stroked the smooth fur again, and said to Zhou Sui in an upright manner: "No need, how can your majesty's private treasury minister use it without authorization, thank you for your love."

Zhou Sui glanced at him, and bent his mouth: "Oh? The little general also thinks I love you?"

Shu Le was stunned.

This was the first time Zhou Sui called him little general when other people were present.

Shu Le smiled softly, and said leisurely: "As a son, I secretly live in the palace, and I am so unfilial that my father goes to war on behalf of my son; as a minister, I am incompetent and disloyal to share my worries with your majesty; as a general, I am seriously ill, and I am ashamed of the people. Injustice also..."

Shu Le paused slightly, his eyes were a little dazed, but he shook his head very quickly, turned to Zhou Sui, and said softly: "It's a serious crime for me, and it's your Majesty's good fortune to survive so far, so it can't be regarded as a compliment."

If you don't want to live with Lele's surname, just kill yourself with a few knives.

Shu Le looked at Zhou Sui sharply, and ground his teeth.

As soon as a few words came out, Zhou Sui was in a good mood at first, but immediately fell to the bottom.

If he hadn't seen Shu Le's appearance on the expedition, Zhou Sui felt that he would not be able to believe Shu Le's words.

But he happened to go out with Shu Le——

The figure of the man riding on the horse, wearing a shining military uniform, and riding away from the horse, is countless times more vivid than the current appearance.

Zhou Sui gradually understood.

No matter in terms of art of war or tactics, Shu Le can be counted as one of the most talented generals in the ages.

But it was too late.

I don't know if his mood changed just now, or he said too much, but Shu Le coughed violently again.

Zhou Sui panicked, and hurried forward to support Shu Le's shoulders, and hurriedly shouted at Imperial Physician Jiang who was kneeling beside him: "Why don't you come and see what's going on with him?!"

Physician Jiang hurried up, took Shu Le's pulse and cupped his hands to Zhou Sui and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, Your Majesty's qi and blood are surging, and she can't keep up with her physical fitness for a while. Go back to bed and rest for a while to recover."

Shu Le finally waited for the heart-rending cough to end, and hurriedly waved his hand to Zhou Sui, saying: "Physician Jiang is right, I'm fine, Your Majesty doesn't need to worry."

Zhou Sui patted Shu Le's back, and put the teacup into Shu Le's hand himself: "This is pear tremella, you drink it lightly, and I asked the imperial dining room to prepare some tonic soup for you."

Shu Le was quite comfortable being served by Zhou Sui. He leisurely drank two mouthfuls of pear soup, and even stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his lips.

The two were very close, and Shu Le naturally felt Zhou Sui's breathing suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze for a moment.

But he forcibly regained his composure.

Shu Le: "..."

Damn, this world can't stand it any longer.

Shu Le put the teacup back on the table, and said to Zhou Sui: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know my own body, and I have passed through even the most serious injuries before."

"I was born as a military officer, and I live a rough life. I can't compare to people in the palace. As long as I have one life left, I will always be safe and sound."

Zhou Sui's expression changed slightly, he put his hands on Shu Le's shoulders, and said: "Now that you have entered the palace, you are a member of the palace. Naturally, I can allow you to live a life of excellence."

Shu Le was quiet for a moment, and took Zhou Sui's hand off his shoulder.

He knelt down slowly, bowed to Zhou Sui and said: "Your Majesty, since I was ten years old and four years old, I have led troops to pay homage to generals for the first time, and it has never been for extravagant money; since ancient times, generals have gone out to war, shrouded in horse leather, and I..."

"enough!"

Zhou Sui interrupted Shu Le, "You are no longer a general, I forbid you to speak like that!"

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, and after a brief silence, he bowed his knees to Zhou Sui again, and said calmly, "Since His Majesty doesn't like it, I won't say anything."

Zhou Sui's anger hit Cotton, and he wanted to vent it but couldn't. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to accuse Shu Le any more.

The person beside him is like made of colored glaze, afraid that it will shatter if touched lightly.

Zhou Sui could only shift his gaze to another person in the hall.

And obviously Shu Le diverted his attention faster than he did. At this moment, he looked at Imperial Physician Jiang and asked, "Hey, you are not affiliated with the Southwest Army. Why didn't you go out with Wen Rong this time?"

Physician Jiang hurriedly clasped his fists and replied: "Go back to the empress, Your Majesty Xu Chen entered the palace as an imperial doctor, and the minister came."

"I see……"

Shu Le nodded his head, and sighed in confusion, "It's fine to enter the palace, but your healers are not as strong as soldiers. You are getting older, so you can be more stable in the palace."

Physician Jiang said respectfully: "Your Majesty is right."

Shu Le took another sip of pear tremella with a smile on her face, and said to Taiyi Jiang: "I always think that your medical skills are good. If you think about it, when will I get better?"

Doctor Jiang hesitated for a while, and subconsciously wanted to see Zhou Sui.

Zhou Sui stood beside Shu Le coldly, and said condescendingly: "Since the queen asked, she still hasn't answered truthfully."

Shu Le: "..."

This little emperor is really duplicity, a sweet sword of taste, a good hand to cheat his teammates.

Physician Jiang lifted his official robe, knelt down without saying a word, "Don't worry, Madam, as long as you take the medicine on time, you will be able to turn the crisis into safety."

Shu Le gave a "tsk", and waved at Doctor Jiang with a toothache: "Forget it, forget it, I can't stand you literati talking. If you can get better, you can get better. If you can't get better, you can't get better. Look at you ambiguous people. , the dead are almost let you say alive."

Zhou Sui frowned, and pinched Shu Le's hand in his palm: "Don't talk nonsense, there's nothing like death."

Shu Le shook his head, sighed faintly, and said to Physician Jiang: "You see, His Majesty likes your rhetoric very much. No wonder you were selected as a military doctor to enter the palace."

After a few gags, Shu Le said again: "However, after you entered the palace, are the other military doctors in Wen Rong's army still there?"

Physician Jiang bowed and said: "Empress, don't worry, except for the minister, the rest are here, and the general will be safe and sound."

Zhou Sui endured it again and again, and finally he couldn't bear the conversation between Jiang Taiyi and Shu Le.

When he was alone with him, Shu Le had always said very little to him.

And there are more words for a half-century-old doctor than for him.

Zhou Sui couldn't bear it anymore, and waited for Imperial Physician Jiang to say anything else, he said angrily: "Since I have diagnosed the Queen's pulse, I'll go down and think about how to treat it. I didn't grant you the position of Imperial Physician to let you come and talk to my Queen. "

Physician Jiang trembled in fright, and looked at Shu Le shyly: "Empress Empress..."

Shu Lebai waved his hand boredly: "You go down first, if the Japanese palace releases the restraint, I will go to chat with you."

Physician Jiang rolled his eyes and rolled away in a hurry.

It was almost evening.

It gets dark early in winter, and it has snowed heavily in recent days.

The sun had just set, and the sky immediately darkened.

Except for the palace guards who were on duty at night, there were not many people walking around in the palace.

The imperial hospital was already free to enter and leave the harem, and in recent days, Imperial Physician Jiang had been frequently in and out of the Fengqi Palace. At this time, he was walking towards the courtyard of the harem, and no one stopped him for a while.

Shuyu Pavilion retreated all the servants today, appearing quiet and lonely in the deep snow.

As soon as Doctor Jiang walked to the door, the woman in the room opened the door——

It was Concubine Hui.

Concubine Hui was dressed in orange palace attire, with a look of eagerness on her face, she said, "Master Uncle, you are finally here."

Physician Jiang reached out to touch Concubine Hui's black hair, but stopped on the delicate bun and waffle.

He glanced at Concubine Hui and smiled: "Long time no see, Wan'er is already a big girl."

Concubine Hui forced a smile, and asked again: "Master, you said that my master left a medicine book for His Majesty, but now you have a clue?"

Taking advantage of the dim candlelight, Imperial Physician Jiang looked at Concubine Hui again, and said softly: "There is indeed this medicine book. Your Majesty will send this medicine book to the head of the Imperial Hospital for reference in the near future, and I will take the opportunity to copy a copy." , to identify with you."

Concubine Hui said: "How to identify it! It is said that the medicine book was given to His Majesty by the Prime Minister Gao Lang, so it must be the teacher..."

"Be careful what you say in the palace."

Physician Jiang interrupted her, "I know you want to find out who killed your master, but this needs to be planned."

"Your Majesty is not a simple and ignorant young man. If you act in a panic, you will definitely show your feet."

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: I think, I'm afraid I'm about to die...

Lele: I think it's almost too soon, alas, what a pity, let's light a candle.

Wen Rong: I'm about to play~