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

Hibiscus tent (63)

Shu Le's body froze suddenly, and when Wen Rong touched him, he couldn't help trembling.

A man's body is inherently honest, and Shu Le had been familiarized by Zhou Sui for a period of time before in the palace, and in order to completely control all the reactions of Shu Le's body, Zhou Sui liked to use those things to add to the fun. gadgets.

One or two coming and going, every part of Shule is even more sensitive than when he came to this world.

Right now, Wen Rong knelt on her knees and fell in front of Shu Le.

Holding Shu Le's hand tightly with both hands, as long as he raised his head slightly, he happened to meet Xiao Lele's position.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wen Rong stretched out his hand and touched it through the cloth, then laughed softly, raised his eyes and said to Shu Le: "Brother, you stood up there."

Shu Le: "..."

Not only stood up, but also stiff.

How about it, is it great?

Even at this time, Shu Le could concentrate on the calculations seriously, he had been absent for almost three months.

Alas, it is said to be very dry.

Shu Le lowered his head, and happened to see Wen Rong's eyes full of expectation.

Behind the camouflaged gentleness lies the bottomless desire and ambition, which makes these eyes even more attractive.

It's really... impossible to refuse.

Shu Le has always been indulgent and ruthless, even if she really did it with Wen Rong now, she wouldn't think there was any problem.

It's just that he is in front of the battle, and his body is not as good as before. If it is really cool from behind, it will be like riding on the chasing wind on the battlefield...

Scared, afraid, dare not think, dare not think.

Shu Le dispelled this feeling, and decided to let himself have a good time ahead.

It just so happens that this pose is quite appropriate.

Thinking of this, Shu Le took a look at his little Lele.

He didn't wear a military uniform, and added a woolen cloak over his coat to keep warm.

And the woolen cloak slipped a gap to both sides following Shu Le's sitting posture, revealing a protruding arc faintly.

Tsk, Xiao Lele is still so pretty.

Shu Le pulled his hand out of Wen Rong's hand, pretending to reach out to pull the cloak back to cover the embarrassing situation below——

However, only half of it was covered, and Wen Rong grabbed his hands again.

Wen Rong moved Shu Le's hand aside, but lightly stroked the other hand up, rubbed the top twice, and said with a soft smile, "Brother is so beautiful, why do you want to block it?"

A hint of anger quickly appeared on Shu Le's face, but soon he pursed his lips tightly because of Wen Rong's hand movements.

Naturally, Wen Rong would not let Shu Le go. After a few movements, a few shallow hums came out of Shu Le's mouth.

"My brother's body is really different from before..."

Taking advantage of Shu Le's unpreparedness, Wen Rong stretched out his hand and quickly untied his undershirt, snorted twice, both unwillingly and annoyed, and said softly, "Are those gadgets really so useful? Brother, the barbarian There are more of these things on the ground, and I will use them for my brother, okay?"

Shu Le: "..."

Can you do more business and less BB?

Shu Le was made powerless by Wen Rong, but still wanted to reach out and push Wen Rong away.

Leaning out, not only didn't push him away, but was hugged by Wen Rong's waist, completely changing his posture.

Shu Le has lost a lot of weight since his illness, and Wen Rong's figure is taller than Shu Le's.

After changing the position, it became Wen Rong sitting on the chair of the general, while Shu Le was being held in his arms.

It was a posture similar to that of a child urinating.

Shu Le suddenly paused for a while. He had never been touched in such a posture before, and he felt extremely ashamed for a while.

He suddenly reached out to support the armrest, trying to use the position of the armrest to make himself stand up, but he tried several times but failed.

The thing of the man behind him vigorously pressed against him, making Shu Le suddenly feel extremely insecure.

He came back to his senses, turned his face to look at Wen Rong: "You, let me go...Tomorrow the Japanese general will..."

"Brother will attack Rong tomorrow."

Wen Rong didn't seem to panic, he even showed a smile, leaned over and kissed Shu Le on the lips, and coaxed, "Rong knows, brother is a great general who can fight well, and this expedition is even more important." A military order was issued in front of the common people, and they vowed not to return until the barbarians were defeated."

After Wen Rong said this sentence, he stroked the position under Shu Le with his hand and rubbed it again, which made Shu Le short of breath and soft on Wen Rong's body.

"Why is Rong willing to let his brother be scolded by the people..."

Wen Rong hugged Shu Le, who had been softened into a puddle of mud, and kissed again and again, and said in a low voice, "But since Rong is allowed to retreat, brother should at least give Rong some sweetness, is that right?"

In such a situation, Shu Le naturally immediately understood what Wen Rongyao's sweetness was.

He took a deep breath: "Are you really agreeing to retreat?"

Wen Rong bent his lips and smiled, and touched the top of the object in his hand for a moment: "It depends on how brother behaves."

Shu Le's expression froze, he stretched out his hand to stop Wen Rong's reckless hand, and gasped intermittently: "No...I have to lead troops tomorrow, I can't..."

Wen Rong seemed a little disappointed, but adjusted back in an instant.

He curled his lips, took another step back, lowered his head and coaxed Shu Le and said, "Brother only cares about his own happiness every time, and never cares whether he can tolerate it or not. Is it also like this when brother is in love with that little emperor?"

When Zhou Sui was mentioned suddenly, Shu Le was stunned for a moment, a little unnaturalness flashed across his face, he turned his head and said in a muffled voice, "Don't...don't mention him."

"Why can't you mention it?"

After finally getting better, Wen Rong's mood fell back again, and his other hand went in from the gully, and suddenly half of his finger was inserted.

Shu Le froze in place, forcefully pulling himself out of his desire: "No..."

Seeing that Shu Le was really resisting, Wen Rong had no choice but to withdraw his fingers, and kissed Shu Le patiently: "Okay, brother, I promise you, I won't go in."

"My brother sits in Rong's arms obediently, and let my brother be happy, okay?"

Shu Le raised his neck and took a deep breath with difficulty, and then softened up in a moment.

The place behind him through the clothes is wet, it's not his own, it must belong to that guy Wen Rong.

Damn, didn't they have fun together secretly, as if they had suffered a lot.

After Shu Le finished, he was a little lazy, he took a moment to take a sip of the tea on the table.

After such a long time, the hot tea was already a bit cold, Shu Le couldn't drink it cold now, so he had to put the teacup back in its place.

Wen Rong tidied up the clothes of the two of them, came over and poured hot tea for Shu Le, and held it for Shu Le to drink with both hands: "Brother, is your health better recently?"

Shu Le finished drinking the tea, yawned, glanced at Wen Rong and said, "Go back earlier when you're done, what are you talking about here?"

Wen Rong lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head pleasingly, leaned over and kissed Shu Le's neck lightly, and said with some resentment: "Brother just finished feeling comfortable so don't tolerate it, Rong is so sad."

Shu Le: "..."

Otherwise, how about kissing and hugging?

Shu Le put down the teacup, and after resting for a while, the lingering hoarseness in his voice finally faded a little, and he said, "You and I are the commanders of the two armies now, there shouldn't be any intersection."

After Shu Le was finished, it became more and more easy to pretend. He sat on the chair and said to Wen Rong: "Each is his own master, each has his own plan; if you are willing to retreat for the sake of calling me a brother, I will naturally thank you If you don't want to... tonight is the last time."

Wen Rong stood beside Shu Le, silent for a long time, then suddenly sneered.

He only served Shu Le to drink water just now, and before he had time to take a sip of water, there were still some pale white marks on the corners of his mouth, looking slutty and seductive.

"Brother worried?"

Wen Rong stood up straight, looked down at Shu Le, "I still suddenly realized that I made my brother a lot more comfortable than the little emperor these few times, and I'm afraid that when I go back to the palace in the future, I won't be able to find you again who can make you so happy." people?"

"elder brother……"

Wen Rong leaned down and lightly licked and kissed Shu Le's earlobe, "Rong heard that the little emperor has been deeply poisoned and has been bedridden for a long time. Even if you come back with a big victory this time, I'm afraid he will lose you in the future." Is that enough?"

Shu Le: "..."

The minds of you men oh, it's horrible.

Shu Leba ruthlessly pushed Wen Rong away, and closed his eyes: "What I'm telling you now is business, don't talk nonsense."

Wen Rong smiled, hugged Shu Le and said, "But to Rong, only brother is the real thing."

Shu Le lowered his face, and suddenly said: "If that's the case, why did you betray?"

Wen Rong was taken aback by Shu Le's question, and then laughed out loud as if hearing something interesting.

He stretched out his hand, personally put on the mask that Shu Le had just taken off because of his surname, and then kissed Shu Le's eyes.

"If you don't resist, my brother will definitely be imprisoned in the palace by Zhou Sui, and he will fuck him over and over again, and it won't be my turn."

Wen Rong's expression was full of treachery, he rubbed Shu Le in his arms, "And now, brother... Look, didn't you take the initiative to send it up?"

Shu Le stretched out his hand and waved him away, and said angrily: "You acted recklessly because of your own selfish desires, and you have not only repented until now! Get out of here immediately!"

Wen Rong didn't notice Shu Le's movements for a moment, and was pushed back two steps.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, and wiped away the ambiguous things on his lips bit by bit, and smiled again, "Okay, since brother doesn't like it, just let it go."

Wen Rong stood up, took another look at Shu Le, and said in a low voice: "My brother is always like this...he only cares about doing what he thinks is right, his heart is full of benevolence and morality, but he never takes a look at him."

"Obviously after doing such an intimate thing with Rong, you can turn your back on him and let me go out."

Wen Rong turned around, straightened the messy clothes little by little, picked up the veil on the ground, and said, "But I just like brother."

"Rong likes brother's appearance of righteousness and arrogance on the surface, only for the common people, but when he was bitten by Rong, he acted like that. He doesn't look like a general at all..."

Wen Rong licked the corner of his mouth, swallowed the last trace of the corner of his lips, smiled at Shu Le, and said, "Brother, you are not doing well, I don't want to retreat."

Shu Le raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Rong, who happened to meet Wen Rong's deep eyes.

Wen Rong put on his coat, turned around, and said softly: "Rong wants my brother to be the most unique prisoner in this war of war."

Shu Le: "..."

Your boy looks very hanging.

If it wasn't for Lele wanting to hold the general's character set, and by the way, want to find a way to die that can pretend to be the most aggressive, I will kill you on the spot now, believe it or not.

Shu Le squinted her eyes, while panting low to calm the aftertaste of her body, she casually watched Wen Rong's figure disappear outside the tent.

But after a while, a guard at the door came in with a medicine bowl, and waited at Shule's table: "General, take your medicine."

Shu Le leaned softly on the back of the chair, and turned around to take a look at the words.He raised his chin and said, "Put it on the table."

Jin Wei hesitated for a while, and persuaded in a low voice: "General, the military doctor came to see you these few days, and said that your body is infected with wind and cold again, and you are old and harsh..."

Shu Le's ears were almost callused: "Okay, is this medicine sent by His Majesty again?"

Jin Wei was stunned, put the medicine on the table, cupped his hands at Shu Le and said, "Return to General, that's right."

That is the antidote that is said to be useless for eggs.

Shu Le didn't make things difficult for the guard next to him anymore, he brought it over and blew it, and drank it all at once.

Then he smacked his lips, tsk, the taste is different from the one delivered last time.

I don't know what new formula has been added.

None of the recipes worked though.

The ending was already doomed when Zhou Sui drugged him.

Shu Le yawned, put the medicine bowl aside, put his feet on the table in front of him, and waved to the guard: "Okay, can you go down this time?"

Jin Wei took the medicine bowl with both hands and was about to leave when he heard Shu Le behind him calling out to him as if he suddenly thought of something.

Shu Le did have something to do. He reached out his hand into his sleeve, touched it for a while, and took out a sealed brocade bag: "It's urgent, has the little soldier who sent the letter just left?"

Jinwei replied: "General, it's getting late today and there is no urgent letter. He is going to leave for Beijing tomorrow."

Shu Le patted his thigh: "Hurry up, hurry up, call him to General Ben again."

The guard quickly called the messenger soldier who had come all the way over again.

The poor little soldier had just eaten half of his meal when he was called over. He cupped his hands tremblingly to Shu Le, and asked cautiously, "General Shu...do you have anything you want to say to His Majesty temporarily?"

Shu Le shook his head: "The general has nothing to say."

The face of the messenger soldier became even more melancholy.

Shu Le threw the brocade bag on the table to the soldier, and said: "This is the medicinal material that is missing in your Majesty's antidote. You should leave immediately and rush back to Beijing. You are asking."

The messenger soldier immediately took it over, kicked the brocade bag back into his collar and hid it, kowtowed to Shu Le and said, "Don't worry, general! This subordinate will definitely live up to your trust!"

Seeing that Shu Le didn't answer, the soldier said again: "If your majesty knew that General Shu had found the antidote for him so quickly, he would definitely reward the general. The general is really the lucky general of the next week..."

"Stop, stop."

Shu Le's scalp became numb when he heard it. The little soldier in front of him really deserves to be a letter writer, and his words are better than his songs.

Shu Leqiao wobbled her feet on the table, interrupted the soldier's words, and then continued, "This medicine is just not suitable for growing in the territory of Hou Zhou, and it is worse than weeds in the barbarian land, so where is the blessing of Hou Zhou. If you have time to compliment this general here, it is better to go back and reward him for your merits."

Messenger: "..."

The poor soldier struggled to maintain his demeanor, and bowed to Shu Le again: "This subordinate will definitely report to His Majesty how hard it is for the general to lead the troops. Don't worry, the general!"

Shu Le was not worried at all, and even comforted the little messenger soldier in front of him: "Okay, okay, if you really insist on me telling His Majesty, the general just wrote two sentences here, you help me Pass it on to Your Majesty."

The messenger soldier's face brightened: "This subordinate should do his best."

Shu Le casually folded the Shengxuan that he wrote a few lines just now, and threw it down: "Don't peek, seal it for the general, and pass it to Your Majesty."

War-related reports have always been dispatched from [-] miles away.

Not long after, this letter was placed on Zhou Sui's imperial case.

Along with the letter, there were also medicinal materials in the brocade bag. After identifying it, the chief doctor of the imperial hospital, Wang Taiyi, prepared the antidote for Zhou Sui that afternoon.

As the lord of a country, Zhou Sui sent all kinds of precious medicinal materials into the palace continuously after being poisoned. Even if he just got rid of the poison at this time, apart from his pale complexion, his body didn't seem to have any major problems.

It was time for dinner, and after drinking a small bowl of white fungus and bird's nest, Zhou Sui asked Fu Quan beside him, "Is Lin Jitong still in the palace?"

Fuquan served some light dishes for Zhou Sui again, and bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, Bachelor Lin has already heard about your awakening. He sent a letter just now, saying that he will come to visit early in the morning."

Zhou Sui gave a "hmm" and said again: "How is the affairs of the court and China?"

Fuquan smiled and added some tea for Zhou Sui: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Bachelor Lin is in charge of the political affairs of the court, General Shu Xiao is out fighting, the people are very safe, and the courtiers have not acted abnormally."

Zhou Sui frowned, his voice was still a little weak after recovering: "Lin Jitong and Shu Le are not husband and wife, so why do you say that the inside is the outside?"

Even though Fu Quandang knew that he had said something wrong, his expression changed, and he knelt down immediately: "Your Majesty, forgive me! It's the slave's fault! The slave deserves to die!"

Zhou Sui waved his hand: "Don't mention this again in the future."

Fuquan immediately kowtowed again, and tentatively said: "My servant knows, Your Majesty...Scholar Lin said that there are still some important matters in the court to be decided by His Majesty. Want to see it?"

Zhou Sui hadn't recovered yet, so he could only slowly stand up while supporting the table, and said, "Go to Beiyu and come here."

Shu Le's letter was placed at the top of all the memorials.

The unique lacquer wax in the Israeli army simply blocked the seal, which looked terrible.

Zhou Sui smiled, and probably coughed violently because he had been in bed for too long.

Fuquan helped Zhou Suisun to calm down, and then he heard Zhou Sui say from the side: "I think he must have sealed this letter himself, what do you think?"

Fuquan secretly glanced at Zhou Sui's expression, although his tone was somewhat complaining, but his face was gentle.

Softly glowing with a unique lingering affection.

Fuquan responded with a smile: "The letter to His Majesty, General Shu must have personally sealed it, Your Majesty should open it and have a look!"

Zhou Sui didn't open it immediately, but hesitantly took the envelope in his hand, looked at it over and over again, and asked Fuquan, "What do you think he will write to me?"

Fuquan thought about Zhou Sui's thoughts, and said: "The general must miss His Majesty very much when he is away fighting..."

"He misses me?"

Zhou Suiwu recited it twice again, and the expression on his face became more and more gentle.

He peeled off the sealing wax and unfolded the letter.

Shu Le's font is still as wild and unruly as ever, with a bit of his own publicity.

……

His Majesty kisses you.

If His Majesty sees this letter...it must have been detoxified, congratulations to Your Majesty.

The minister is at the border and cannot go back to celebrate His Majesty's health in person, so he can only send his blessings from the heart by letter.

May your majesty have a clear vision, strengthen your judgment, and choose talents from afar; may your majesty have a clear look, distinguish good from evil, and don't make wild guesses, and you can't tell the traitor.

Finally, I wish His Majesty can strengthen the technique, and may all the empresses in His Majesty's palace get real happiness.

Sincerely, Shule.

……

Zhou Sui: "..."

Fuquan: "..."

Fuquan: Long time no see, General Shu's style is as straightforward and unique as ever.

Zhou Sui squeezed the letter paper, looked at it with trembling hands for a long time, and then slammed the paper on the imperial case: "Fuquan! What do you think he means by this!?"

Fuquan was afraid that Zhou Sui's recovered body would get angry again, and hurried forward to persuade him, "Your Majesty, the father and son of the Shu family are all at the border. It is human nature to be dissatisfied with the misunderstanding... Your Majesty, don't be angry..."

Zhou Sui pointed to the paper and said, "I didn't say the first two sentences! I said the last sentence!"

"Tell me! What does it mean to let me strengthen my skills?!"

Zhou Sui was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He picked up the letter paper and read it again, then threw the letter paper viciously on the ground.

Fuquan reached out to pick it up.

He hadn't touched it yet, but found that Zhou Sui picked up the letter paper one step ahead of him while shaking his hands in anger.

Fuquan: "..."

Zhou Sui slapped the letter paper on the table again, and said angrily: "Fuquan! Tell me, what's wrong with me?! When you woke me up early in the morning, he was not made to fall asleep by me, but now you want to I strengthen the technology?! I—"

Fuquan: "..."

What can Fuquan do? Fuquan feels that he is even more desperate than the emperor.

He didn't even dare to boast, for fear that if he accidentally boasted, His Majesty would kill him.

Not to mention that His Majesty can't...

Fuquan was facing the most difficult crisis in his life. He had been thinking about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out how to answer Zhou Sui who was already in a rage.

And Zhou Sui's originally pale complexion had already flushed abnormally because of his anger.

He slammed the table again, and said to Fuquan: "How long does it take for an ordinary man to do this?!"

Fuquan: "..."

He didn't know, he was no longer an ordinary man...

So aggrieved.

I was so sad that I couldn't open my mouth.

Fuquan opened his mouth with difficulty, but before he could speak, he heard the voice of the palace official on duty outside the hall: "Your Majesty, the concubine Hui has arrived."

Fuquan: ...

From entering the palace, there was never a moment when he was so deeply grateful to Empress Hui.

The author has something to say: Zhou Sui: I'm so pissed off, are you happy? !Are you happy?Where is your conscience? !

Lele: _(:з」∠)_It’s still not very cool, but if it’s cool, I can’t ride a horse, alas, sad.

Wen Rong: Brother, Rong Rong will make you happy in the future.

Zhou Sui: Oh, don't think about it.

Lin Jitong: So... am I already cold...