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

Hibiscus tent (60)

When Shu Le returned to Fengqi Palace, the sky was still not bright, and from a distance, there was only a bleak whiteness in the gloomy mist.

Looks like it's going to snow again.

Shu Le shivered, put the hood of the cloak on his head, and entered the courtyard directly from the main entrance of Fengqi Palace.

Zhou Sui was seriously injured on the bed, there was no one in the palace who could punish him, he came and went as he wanted, he couldn't be more free.

The earth dragon in Fengqi Palace was as hot as ever, when Shu Le stepped into the courtyard, Qiulan came up to greet her, and said urgently: "Empress, you are back, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Shu Le was stunned, stretched out his hand to straighten the hood on the top of his head, and asked in surprise, "He's awake?"

Qiulan carefully identified it, but she didn't see the slightest bit of joy in Shu Le's eyes. She couldn't help feeling cold, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, you just woke up for a while after drinking the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor. You... ...Do you want to see His Majesty?"

Tsk, a young man is a young man, he has a good job and a good body, he wakes up when he says he wakes up.

Shu Le didn't answer directly, but turned her attention to Qiulan, and said casually, "I'll see you soon. Hey, Qiulan, I found that you care more about Your Majesty than me."

Qiu Lan didn't seem to expect Shu Le to say this at all, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "The empress is laughing, it's just that the slaves happened to serve your Majesty when he was young..."

There seemed to be a bit of sadness in her eyes, she looked up at Shu Le, and suddenly changed her words: "Little General Shu, this servant knows that you are dissatisfied with His Majesty, but His Majesty is still young, and the journey along the way is not easy, you... "

"Yes."

Shu Le nodded, and seriously agreed with Qiulan's words, "What you said is very reasonable. These days, even Uncle Wang who farms at the entrance of the village is not easy. Who can live so easily? Are you right? Bar?"

Qiulan: "..."

The old mama finally had nothing to say, and walked in front with her head downcast, unable to even shake her head.

Shu Le whistled extremely roguely, and followed slowly.

The furnishings of the inner hall were basically unchanged, except for the extra person leaning on the head of the bed, which was basically no different from the Fengqi Palace where Shu Le usually lived.

Zhou Sui's complexion was indeed much paler than before, and he looked very weak.

He was leaning on the head of the bed, and the heavy brocade quilt covered him, suddenly showing a bit of vulnerability.

Qiu Lan stepped aside, knelt down to Zhou Sui and said, "Your Majesty, the empress is here."

Zhou Sui's lips were also pale, probably because he had just drank the soup, but his lips were still smooth and tender, and they still looked suitable for kissing.

Shu Le's gaze scanned Zhou Sui from head to toe like scanning——

Then it was sad to find that the possibility of making an appointment before leaving was almost zero.

Wronged.

want to cry.

With Zhou Sui's small appearance, he felt that he couldn't move even if he sat on it.

Shu Le withdrew his gaze, becoming more and more impatient, and perfunctorily bowed to Zhou Sui: "Kowtow to the emperor."

Zhou Sui frowned, Shu Le obviously just came back from the outside, even two snowflakes floated on the hood.

There was an abnormal blush on his face, whether it was caused by excitement or cold.

Looking down, Zhou Sui saw the scimitar that had just been unsheathed on Shu Le's waist.

The handle of the knife was still stained with red blood.

Zhou Sui's expression darkened, and he looked at Shu Le: "Where did you go?"

The tone is the same as usual, but the tone is a little weak.

Now that Zhou Sui is bedridden due to illness and still lives in Fengxi Palace, Shu Le thinks about it and there is nothing terrible about it.

If you have the ability, Zhou Sui, come and chase me.

If it catches up with it, I will bite it for you, it doesn't matter whether it bites the top or the bottom.

Thinking of this, Shu Le raised his eyebrows and avoided the topic: "Since His Majesty is awake, he must have known about today's two imperial edicts. I beg Your Majesty to keep my life alive and issue it after the teacher returns to court."

Zhou Sui naturally understood that this was Shu Le's excuse, and immediately raised his voice three points: "Shu Le, I ask who did you meet behind my back!?"

The wrath of the emperor spread to everyone.

He swung his sleeve out of the small teacup on Zhou Sui's bedside and smashed it crisply in front of Shu Le.

The atmosphere in the inner hall suddenly became tense.

Shu Le was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He asked Qiulan to step back first, and then bent down to pick and choose among the broken tiles on the ground.

But before he reached out to touch it, he heard Zhou Sui's voice to stop him: "It's hard to heal when you're injured, don't touch it with your hands."

Shu Le stopped slightly, looked up at Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty is feeling sorry for this general?"

A bit of unnaturalness flashed across Zhou Sui's expression, and he forced himself to speak after a long while: "You are the queen that my matchmaker is marrying, and you should be cherished and cherished."

Shu Le nodded, and seemed to think of something again, and asked softly: "It's just that His Majesty is showing such distress now. Why didn't His Majesty feel distressed when I tried the medicine once and twice?"

Zhou Sui froze suddenly.

But Shu Le seemed completely unaware of Zhou Sui's stiffness, stood up on his own, avoided the broken porcelain, walked to Zhou Sui's side, and then sat down beside the bed.

"Your Majesty has such an expression, do you think I went to meet another man behind your back?"

Shu Le stretched out his hand to stroke the brocade quilt on Zhou Sui's body, thought for a moment, and said quietly, "But your majesty has some reason to think so, after all, your majesty has personally taught me the manly taste of this general... and now he is lying on the bed , powerless."

Zhou Sui: "..."

Zhou Sui's face was dark, as if he wanted to tear Shu Le into pieces, he roared angrily, "Shu Le!"

"I am listening, Your Majesty."

Shu Le rubbed his earlobe, stretched out his hand to cover him with the quilt that Zhou Sui had earned, and said with a smile, "Relax, Your Majesty, I'm going to go to war today, and I won't go to spend a good night with people overnight, I'm not that hungry yet."

Zhou Sui was obviously not comforted.

Because what Shu Le said inside and outside the meaning is that there is nothing tonight, so what about the future, what about the future?

If he really can only stay on the sick bed for a long time from today——

Zhou Sui reached out and hammered fiercely between the mattresses, growling: "Shu Le, if you dare, if you dare..."

"Of course I dare."

Shu Le stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Sui's head with a smile, and then rubbed it twice as if coaxing a child, "After you gave me a dose of medicine and it still didn't feel enough, and you called the doctor Jiang to take another dose, I will give you another dose. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

After saying this sentence, Shu Le sighed leisurely, pushed Zhou Sui away and stood up.

Because the two were too close just now, the blood on the scabbard around Shu Le's waist stained Zhou Sui's brocade quilt, leaving a dark brown mark like an indelible scar.

Shu Le patted the scimitar on his waist, then wiped the last trace of blood on Zhou Sui's face, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I just killed Grand Doctor Jiang."

"With the sword of his blood sacrificial minister, this battle will surely return victorious."

Shu Le sheathed his sword and yawned again.

He finished with the little emperor, lazily stood up straight, walked outside, and said casually, "May your majesty have a clear mind, take care of the dragon's body, and respect the virtuous and the far-fetched."

"Shu Le has a long way to go, so His Majesty will send you off without trouble."