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

Hibiscus tent (61)

All the way to the south, the climate gradually changed from the dry and cold of the capital to a damp and cold that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Shu Le's body was deteriorating, and he could no longer bear the weather. Halfway through the journey, he took off his military uniform and put on a thick woolen cloak.

After camping and resting, Shu Le reined in the horse, raised his front hooves, neighed, and bent down.

When Shu Le was at his best, he never had to chase the wind and lower his front hooves for him to dismount.

But I didn't expect that Zhuifeng probably had been with him for a long time, and he knew Shu Le's situation better than the soldiers who accompanied him.

Shu Le wrapped the cloak around her body tightly, and reached out to pat Zhuifeng's neck: "Thank you for taking care of me for so long, old man."

Zhuifeng rubbed Shu Le's hand, and snorted again.

Shu Le was sprayed with a hand of saliva, angrily wiped it all on Zhuifeng's temples, then turned around and got off the horse.

The evening wind was very cool, and Shu Le had just dismounted and stood there for a while, when he couldn't stop coughing.

Shu Le turned his back, bent down and coughed desperately for a while, then helped the white jade mask on his face again, and stood up straight again.

Before leaving, Shu Le made a special trip to Zhou Sui's imperial study.

Originally, I wanted to see if I could find the map or military book that the little emperor had kept privately before going to the southwest, but after searching for a while, I only saw the mask on the table in the imperial study.

I don't know how the little emperor's brain grew, but the mask was placed next to the very conspicuous memorial on the table.

Shu Le stretched out his hand to touch it, and there was no trace of dust on the mask, as if it had been wiped frequently.

Tsk, it's back to its original owner.

Shu Le unceremoniously took his mask from the table and put it on his face.

However, he was still as handsome as ever.

Shu Le didn't search the imperial study anymore, she stole her own mask happily and left.

The night wind swept the fallen leaves and rustled them to the ground, Shu Le yawned, and secretly thanked himself for stealing the mask.

At such a critical moment, it can also shield him from the wind.

Shu Le personally led Zhuifeng to the side of the stable and fastened the reins, then walked to his tent, before entering, he saw a small soldier who was in charge of sending messages waiting tremblingly by the side.

Seeing Zhou Sui approaching, the soldier hurried up to greet him, and said, "General Shu, Your Majesty... Your Majesty has written you a letter."

Shu Le was not at all interested in Zhou Suixin's content.

To be precise, the little emperor is not very interested in any other aspects except that the geoduck is easier to use.

It's a pity that the geoduck can't be used now.

Really sad.

Shu Le casually glanced at the seal on the little soldier's hand, which was sealed with red wax from the palace, and said perfunctorily: "The battle is busy, I really don't have time to look at it, so let's put it aside for now."

The little soldier looked around, but he really couldn't see where the battle was tight.

Thinking of the orders from the palace, the little soldier looked worried and said cautiously: "General... yes, it's a letter written by His Majesty himself. Do you want to read it?"

"dont see."

Shu Le's expression became a little impatient, and he waved his hands, "Your Majesty is far away in Beijing, and he doesn't know how the war is going to be. What's the use of writing a letter even if you read it. Leave it alone."

"..."

The soldier's face was filled with fear and sincerity, as if he had never thought that he would come here with the letter of His Majesty's imperial pen, but the general would be so dismissive.

He is slightly shorter than Shu Le, and looking up from this angle, he happens to be able to see the exquisitely shaped jaw under Shu Le's mask.

A very cold and affectionate arc.

The general will be outside, and the military orders will not be accepted.

Xiao Bing knelt down in front of Shu Le, and said softly: "General Shu, His Majesty misses you very much in the palace... His Majesty knew that you were not in good health, so he wrote a letter to ask... You..."

"Your Majesty's heartfelt minister knows."

Shu Le nodded, opened the curtain and walked in, "It's just that the war is fleeting, and I really don't have the time to respond to His Majesty's concerns. If there are such letters that have nothing to do with military affairs, just refuse them directly." .”

Xiaobing's face was filled with disbelief, and he said in surprise, "General!"

Shu Le said "Yes": "By the way, since the messenger soldier has come, let's send a letter back for the general as well."

Shu Le thought for a while, and said, "The letter is written like this. The minister has found the medicinal material that His Majesty needs in the antidote, and will send it back to Beijing in a few days, so that His Majesty and his colleagues in the court don't have to worry about it."

Seeing that Shu Le really didn't intend to read the letter at all, Xiao Bing could only put the imperial letter in his arms again, kowtowed and said: "This subordinate knows, so I will write a letter and send it back."

"Hard."

Shu Le stopped talking, raised his hand, and walked into the tent.

And the soldier had just started fighting on the ground when he heard an announcement from the side of the camp: "A messenger--"

Then a man came from outside the camp on horseback, galloped all the way to the outside of Shu Le's tent, and bowed to salute: "General Shu, Wen Rong sent someone to send him a message, do you want to see him?"

After a while, Shu Le's voice in the tent said: "Bring it in."

Xiao Bing:? ? ?

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui:? ? ?You fucking don't read my confession letter, but listen to that dog Wen Rong? ? ?

Lele: At least Wen Rong’s geoduck is still usable, how about yours?

Wen Rong: ^_^Brother, my geoduck is very useful!

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I’m still looking at the house outside today, this chapter is a bit short, I’ll make it up a bit longer tomorrow~ Meme!

There are only five chapters left in this world. .La. .La. .

The slow-travel author Jun knelt on the ground and cried loudly...

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Speaking of which, I wanted to go to the editor to get rid of the word "Quai Chuan".Then the dialogue is as follows:

Author Bacteria: Make it up!My cutest editor!

Editor: ?

Author Bacteria: That... I think...

Editor: No appointment.

Author Jun: If you don't make an appointment, then don't make an appointment, so I want to put those two words at the end of this article, okay? !

Editor: It’s okay, the little angels might still be curious about why a world can be written so long (*^__^*)

Author Bacteria: ...

Okay_(:3J∠)_