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

Hibiscus tent (65)

Whether it was Concubine Hui's sudden suicide, or Zhou Sui's vomiting blood again——

All cast a dark shadow on the imperial palace in the deep winter.

It was already night when Zhou Sui woke up again, and the chief physicians of the imperial hospital knelt around the dragon bed.

The officials who had not seen Zhou Sui for several days also heard that they all came to the palace. When they saw him wake up, they all bowed down to salute.

Zhou Sui only felt panic for a moment. He raised his hand to look, closed his eyes again, looked at the people beside him, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Where is Concubine Hui?"

The few ministers kneeling beside the couch looked at each other, kowtowed to Zhou Sui with sadness on their faces, and said in a trembling voice: "My condolences, Concubine Hui committed suicide, and the ministers have already collected the body of Concubine Hui... please Your Majesty must worry too much, and focus on the overall situation!"

Zhou Sui was stunned for a moment, only to find that the courtiers thought he did so because of Concubine Hui's death.

Unfortunately not.

Zhou Sui only felt a burst of more and more familiar pain gradually gushing out from nowhere in his internal organs, mixed with the bone-chilling cold, disturbing and recurring in his body, and he couldn't rest in the pain.

He was leaning on the shining golden dragon bed, but he had to hold onto the brocade quilt tightly with his hands in order to resist the piercing pain.

The imperial physician who was kneeling closest to Zhou Sui naturally saw his expression, his face turned pale with fright, and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!"

Another imperial physician wiped off the cold sweat that slid down his forehead for Zhou Sui, and asked worriedly, "Your Majesty, where is the pain?"

Zhou Sui was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Everything in his body was in pain, and everything was suffering.

But no wound.

He is as honorable as the king of a country, how could he find the slightest wound.

All the wounds were engraved on that person.

From the time when the youth led the soldiers unscathed, to the time when he first made military achievements, and now when he is famous.

The scars of every knife and arrow were burned on that person.

Looking back, it seemed like an eternal punishment for him.

Just like now... the pain from the knife and arrow all fell on his body.

Zhou Sui leaned forward, his entire spine arched into a twisted bow.

He closed his eyes, another mouthful of blood spewed out and splashed on the thick brocade quilt in front of him, looking indescribably terrifying.

All the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital had already come to the imperial study, and all of them looked panicked at this moment, and hurriedly supported Zhou Sui, and when they were about to speak, Zhou Sui waved his hand.

Probably because of the blood gushing from his throat, Zhou Sui's voice was indescribably hoarse: "Where is Lin Jitong?"

After the courtier walked out one person slowly, knelt down in front of Zhou Sui's couch, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am here."

Zhou Sui looked up at him.

Even in this state, Lin Jitong's face did not show any extra joy or excitement, and was as calm as usual.

No wonder Shu Le looked at this man differently.

Zhou Sui coughed twice, and said to Fuquan, "You take the others outside the hall to wait for the order, and Lin Jitong stays behind."

Fu Quan agreed, and went to the courtiers to say a few words in a low voice, although some of them didn't want Lin Jitong to talk to Zhou Sui alone, they still had to retreat first.

Only Zhou Sui and Lin Jitong were left in the quiet hall.

Zhou Sui didn't let Lin Jitong get up, so Lin Jitong was not in a hurry.

One of the two was lying on the bed, the other was kneeling on the ground, and the atmosphere was indescribably subtle.

Zhou Sui raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "I want to call Shu Le to return to court immediately, what do you think?"

Lin Jitong was stunned, looked up at Zhou Sui, saluted and said, "At this moment, General Shu should have just arrived in Southern Sichuan City, and the two armies have not yet started fighting. I wonder why Your Majesty made such a decision?"

Zhou Sui's expression was filled with tiredness, and he asked: "You don't have to ask why, I just want to know if you call Shu Le back to the court at this time, do you have other generals you can recommend?"

Lin Jitong frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty, the imperial examination for military officers is about to take place every year. If you have to choose a new general, I can only recommend this year's military champion to take the order."

After a slight pause, Lin Jitong bowed again: "It's just your Majesty, no matter whether it's an old general or the champion of the new year, there is no general in the court who can replace Shu Le... and no one can be like that." Use your troops like a god, and you will be invincible in all battles."

Hearing this, Zhou Sui only felt the pain worse.

That kind of heart-wrenching, tearing pain bloomed from every inch of bone marrow, and spread on the bone knots like climbing, every minute and every second was biting like insects.

There is no one else in this world who can be like Shu Le...

Has the most ostentatious look, and the most beautiful eyes.

With a single finger of the red-tasseled spear in his hand, he can be invincible.

But he was going to die.

He is going to die.

Zhou Sui breathed heavily for a few seconds, raised his head, and said nothing for a while.

Seeing that Zhou Sui didn't answer, Lin Jitong guessed that Shu Le would still be sent back to court, so he tentatively said: "If Your Majesty decides to change the general, I will arrange it..."

"No need."

Zhou Sui interrupted Lin Jitong.

He looked forward blankly, then looked away after a while, and repeated softly: "No need."

Lin Jitong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he kowtowed to Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty is wise. General Shu Xiao is indeed the best candidate for this battle. He said in a letter to Chen a few days ago that he has great confidence in this battle." , Yichen's understanding of him, I'm sure he won't lose his word."

Lin Jitong smiled: "Your Majesty, just wait for the good news of General Shu to come back."

Zhou Sui only felt that his whole body was soaked in a bitingly cold spring, his whole body was shaking from the cold, but there was no relief at all.

He had no choice but to clenched his teeth, and said after a while, "Shu Le and you, do you often communicate with each other?"

Lin Jitong thought it over and said: "General Shu and the minister will occasionally talk about the situation in the war... If there is something lacking in the army, they will also mention it to the minister..."

Zhou Sui didn't say anything for a long time, and after a long time, he smiled softly: "Really? He never said this to me."

Lin Jitong's expression changed slightly, and he quickly remedied: "Your Majesty, don't worry about it. It must be because Shu Le was worried about His Majesty's dragon body, and he was afraid that His Majesty would be too worried, so he didn't tell His Majesty these trivial matters."

Zhou Sui didn't answer, he glanced at Lin Jitong and said slowly, "What else did he say to you?"

Lin Jitong just knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he didn't want to say it again, trying to hide it.

But he didn't want Zhou Sui's sharp eyes to look directly at him: "Tell me everything and listen to me."

Lin Jitong already had a bit of resentment towards Zhou Suiben because of Shu Le, and now he is provoked again and again.

He paused for a moment, and finally said: "General Shu Xiao and the minister said that the two armies have not fought yet, and the camp is very quiet. It snowed again in the southern city of Sichuan the day before yesterday, and he saw some young soldiers outside in the tent. Catching wild rabbits to play... He was going to try his skills first, but it was too cold, so he didn't dare to go out."

Zhou Sui's expression became more and more distressed: "What else?"

"and also……"

Lin Jitong had a faint look on his face. He raised his eyebrows to look at Zhou Sui, and said in a low voice, "I asked him why your Majesty treated him like this...but he is still willing to drag your sick body to the frontier for you and fight against him by force."

Zhou Sui froze suddenly, his finger bones were tightly clenched, and a few traces of bluish white gradually appeared.

He looked at Lin Jitong sternly: "Scholar Lin, you are so courageous..."

This sentence was cut off by Zhou Sui himself in the middle of the sentence. He took a deep breath and said, "Shu Le...how did you say it?"

Lin Jitong knelt on the ground with the same posture, still a literati, he said slowly: "General Shu Xiao told the minister that he never fought for you, but for the future Zhou Dynasty. The common people live and work in peace and contentment, and even fight for his Shu family's century-old family business."

"He also told the minister..."

"It's a pity, Your Majesty, that you don't know people clearly. Since Gao Lang, you have been indistinguishable from loyal to traitor, right from wrong."

"Empty has the posture of a Mingjun, but never acts like a Mingjun."

After Lin Jitong finished speaking, he fell on the ground and kowtowed three times to Zhou Sui: "I know that I have committed a serious crime. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Zhou Sui didn't say a word, and after a long time, he snorted coldly: "Please punish me?! Do you know what kind of crime you are responsible for? It is enough for the whole family to be executed, and the nine clans will be implicated!"

Lin Jitong knelt on the ground, neither humble nor overbearing: "I am alone, without wife and children, without father and mother, I am afraid that there are no nine clans to punish."

Zhou Sui said bitterly: "Shu Le is so worth your death for him?"

Lin Jitong shook his head, looked up at Zhou Sui, and showed a faint smile: "Your Majesty, I naturally don't want to die. But life and death have their own destiny. If you are a minister, you will die, and you are willing to die for your confidant. "

Zhou Sui sneered and said, "It's a good sentence to die for a confidant. Get up, if I really punish you, wouldn't Shu Le make trouble so that I will not be at peace when I die."

Lin Jitong frowned, and said in disapproval, "Your Majesty is a lucky man, how can you say death lightly."

Zhou Sui didn't answer, but instead said: "I read the recent papers in the imperial study in the afternoon, you handled it well, and if you talk about credit, you also have a share. The merits and demerits are equal, and I will take the blame for the crime just now." You're flat."

Lin Jitong didn't expect Zhou Sui to be so talkative today, he was taken aback and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

Zhou Sui lifted the brocade quilt, stretched out his hand to support the bed post, and stood up reluctantly.

Lin Jitong wanted to come over to help, but Zhou Sui blocked him.

His body, which had just vomited blood after being poisoned, was naturally not as usual. Zhou Sui walked to the imperial case step by step, picked up the imperial pen, and scribbled a few sentences on the empty folder.

Then Zhou Sui dropped his pen and threw the memorial to Lin Jitong.

"I will go to southern Sichuan in person tomorrow morning to help General Shu."

Zhou Sui supported the imperial table, panted a few times, and said in a shivering voice, "I entrust Lin Aiqing to work hard for me for a few more days for the court affairs."

"When I come back, I will change the way...to see if I can be a wise king as Shu Le wishes."

But at this moment, another snowfall fell in the southern Sichuan city thousands of miles away.

Sitting in the tent, Shu Le suddenly sneezed for some reason.

He sniffed, reached out and touched his forehead twice, it was astonishingly hot.

Tsk, I feel the rhythm of taking jujube pills.

Shu Le drank the soup and medicine on the table, and secretly took a piece of preserved fruit from the small drawer under the table to eat.

Before he had time to swallow it into his mouth, a report came from outside the tent: "General Shu——General Wen, the Wen Rong dog thief personally led the troops, and the men on the front line couldn't resist it, so they retreated. "

Shu Le hurriedly chewed and swallowed the preserved fruit in his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up.

He wrapped his body in the cloak, reached out for the red-tasseled spear standing beside him, and said loudly: "Bold bastard, let's go! This general will personally find a place for you!"

A look of excitement flashed across the soldier's face, and then he carefully looked at Shu Le's clothes, and suggested, "General Shu, do you want to change into a battle armor..."

Shu Le flicked the tasseled spear in his hand, turned around and smiled at the young soldier: "No need, how could this general be easily injured by that traitor!"

Bah, how could a mortal body not be injured.

It's just too cold. If he really changed into a military uniform, Shu Le worried that he wouldn't even be able to hold the tasseled spear.

He was real, dying.

The author has something to say:

Shu Le: After divorcing my childhood sweetheart's scumbag husband, I took care of No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], little boy (?﹃?)

Shu Le: Happy!