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

Hibiscus tent (62)

With Shu Le's permission, the guards on duty outside the tent let in the two people waiting outside.

The two came in one after the other, stood in front of Shule's table, and bowed their hands together.

The person walking in front was wearing a black armor uniform, like a general; the person behind was wearing plain clothes, with his head bowed, and a very simple veil wrapped around a coarse cloth, covering half of his face.

Shu Le raised his eyes, did not return the salute, but said to the guards in the tent: "You all go back first, it's been a busy day, it's time to take a rest."

"But General, this is the enemy..."

Several guards wanted to stop him again, but Shu Le waved his hand directly, "It's okay, let's go down."

After the guards on duty left, the already spacious tent seemed even quieter.

Shu Le picked up a pen and scribbled a few words on the raw rice paper on the table.

When the last stroke was finished, Shu Le tossed the brush soaked in thick ink forcefully, and rolled a few times on the ground in front of the table, splashing ink everywhere.

The splatter stained the covering cloth used to cover the face of the visitor.

Shu Le looked at the person in the tent coldly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said sneeringly: "You still know how to cover your face? Wen Rong, you also know that you have no face to see this general?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the tent was so cramped that it was hard to breathe.

The person who came with Wen Rong also took this opportunity to bid farewell to Shu Le, leaving only Wen Rong standing in the middle.

After hearing Shu Le's words, Wen Rong smiled slightly, reached out and took off the wrapping cloth that was randomly wrapped around his face, revealing that familiar face.

It looked as harmless and innocent as ever.

In the next second, Wen Rong threw the coarse veil in his hand, then leaned forward, and immediately knelt down towards Shu Le.

Shu Le: "..."

Damn it, he must have died early in this world because too many people would kneel down to him at every turn.

Shu Le frowned, with a bit of disgust in his expression.

He looked away, and said: "Wen Rong, you are a self-accepted apprentice of your father, you should know his rules. A man has ten thousand taels of gold at his knees, and he will not kneel down to traitors or enemies."

When marching, it was no different than in the palace, so there were naturally fewer caring people around Shu Le.

It was getting late, and the light in the tent was getting dimmer.

Only then did Shu Le remember that he had driven out all the guards that could be dispatched in the tent just now, so he could only light the candle on the case table himself, and put the lampshade back on.

After completing this action, Shu Le gave Wen Rong another look: "Okay, don't kneel down. When I rescued you, I was fooling around with my cleverness. Now that we are fighting each other on the battlefield, you and I are enemies. Stop being short-sighted."

Wen Rong suddenly raised his head and said, "But brother Yu Ronglai has never been an enemy!"

With the help of the flickering candle, Shu Le could clearly see the unwilling and predatory expression on Wen Rong's face.

And those red eyes.

And after Wen Rong finished speaking, a few teardrops rolled down from the corners of his eyes and hit the ground in the tent.

Shu Le: "..."

Yes.

When he leaves this world, he decides to write a book based on Wen Rong, and the title is How to Make a Playwright.

Among them, the crying scene should be explained in detail as the most important chapter.

Wen Rong was born with a beautiful appearance.

Different from Lin Jitong's pure bookish air, Wen Rong's appearance is not only clear and handsome, but also has a third of femininity hidden in it.

Behind the softness, there is hidden desire in Wen Rong's heart that can never be satisfied.

This person always knows when and how to behave in order to get the most benefit for himself; and the price associated with it is even more relentless.

With the help of the ladder built for him by others, stepping on the blood and flesh of countless people, he walked step by step from the dirty blood.

From Shu Le's point of view, the years when Wen Rong was older than Zhou Sui were indeed not in vain.

Shu Le casually flipped through the book of war on the table, and said, "But for this general, you killed my soldiers of the Later Zhou Dynasty and disrupted the daily life of our people in southern Sichuan. It has long been a situation that cannot be tolerated."

"If you dare to come alone today, I will not kill you. In the future, when soldiers meet on the battlefield, this general will not show mercy."

Wen Rong bent her lips.

His eyes were still red, and he laughed while weeping: "My brother is obviously reluctant to bear it. If you want to kill me, this is the best chance, isn't it?"

Seeing that Shu Le didn't answer, Wen Rong stood up, walked to Shu Le's side, supported his leg and knelt down again.

Naturally, the charcoal fire in the tent was no better than the earth dragon carefully prepared for Shu Le by Zhou Sui in the palace. Even though many charcoal basins had been burned, Shu Le's body was still cold.

But Wen Rong is warm.

He knelt in front of Shu Le, stretched out his hand to cover Shu Le's hands, and immediately felt a little warmth from the place where they held each other.

Shu Le was stunned, and was about to pull his hand out, but found that it was held tightly by Wen Rong.

Wen Rong's position is very close to Shu Le, as long as he lowers his head slightly, it will be the position of Shu Le's little brother.

"elder brother."

Wen Rong held Shu Le's fingers, rubbed her head on Shu Le's lap affectionately, raised her eyelids to look at him, and called softly, "Brother should already know Rong's identity."

Shu Le frowned, and pushed Wen Rong's hand away: "Go back when you are crazy enough. If you withdraw immediately, I will send a letter to His Majesty to reconcile the two parties."

However, Wen Rong shook his head as if he heard something funny. He read a few words softly, and then said: "Brother, Rong is different from that heartless dog emperor. There is only one condition for me to reconcile."

Shu Le subconsciously asked: "What conditions?"

The corners of Wen Rong's lips curled up, and before Shu Le could react, he leaned over, kissed him on the mouth, and quickly returned to Shu Le's lap.

"If you want me to reconcile—then brother, Zhou Zhou after you betrayed, go back with Rong and be my wife."

Shu Le's expression changed abruptly. He kicked Wen Rong away, stood up, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?! I am General Hou Zhou, how can I go back with you?!"

Wen Rong was kicked and fell to the ground, but there was a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

He came over and leaned close to Shu Le's ear: "General? A general who sent him to the dragon bed and worked so hard for the little emperor that he turned into a puddle of mud?"

Wen Rong stretched out his hand to grab Shu Le's waist, and his voice was already coaxing: "Brother, you worked so hard to be a general, but Zhou Sui imprisoned you in the deep palace, are you really willing?"

Shu Le's pupils shrank, and his breathing became short of breath.

Wen Rong finally hugged Shu Le in his arms, he sighed contentedly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, in fact, when Rong Rong went to see you in the palace last time, he accidentally saw those gadgets His Majesty used on you Son."

"Those things should be quite powerful. You have been in the palace for a long time, and you should have been trained/trained to be inseparable from men."

Wen Rong lowered his head slightly, kissed Shu Le's side face a few times, and said comfortingly: "Actually, Rong has no other reason to come here today, just to ask brother... It's been more than half a month since I came here from the palace, Brother is lonely?"

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: I'm afraid my coffin boards won't be able to hold it down anymore.

Lele: Lonely_(:з」∠)_Empty_(:з」∠)_Cold_(:з」∠)_

Wen Rong: Do you eat geoduck?