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

Hibiscus tent (66)

The southwest has always been cold and snowless, but this year's deep winter unexpectedly snowed.

The cool snowflakes fell on Shule's black cloak, gradually melted on the collar, and finally seeped into the coat a little bit.

Shu Le reined in the horse, Zhaifeng neighed, and his front hooves were raised high, looking arrogant and surly.

When the two armies confront each other, it is most taboo to lose first in the air field.

And Shu Le just happened to never lose to anyone in terms of aura.

The sky was gloomy, and the bone-deep cold was mixed with howling winds. Shu Le shivered, and tightly held the red-tasseled spear in his hand.

He raised his eyes and looked across the vast snow fog——

Shu Le saw the gentleness in front of the enemy army on the opposite side.

The difference from that day was that Wen Rong had also changed into a military uniform, and the shining cold light of the silver armor shone somewhat coldly in the gray-white snow.

Wen Rong is not good at spears, he has a long sword on his waist.

That was Shu Hongyi's best weapon.

It is well known in the capital city that Wen Rong was taught by Shu Hongyi himself, and his art of war and martial arts are all inherited from the old general Shu's lineage.

It was probably because of his youth, when Wen Rong was leading the army, he was more sharp-edged than Shu Hongyi.

Wen Rong stretched out his hand to brush away the snowflakes in front of him, looked at Shu Le from a distance, bent his lips, and said softly: "Brother, you surrender. As long as you surrender, Rong will return to the border between the two countries and hand over the peace letter. "

Shu Le pulled out a sword flower with a tasseled spear in his hand, and pointed the sharp spear directly at Wen Rong.

He laughed out loud, and said sarcastically: "From the day this general brings his own troops, he will never surrender to anyone! Don't say anything, just fight!"

The snow became heavier again.

In the miserable wind and snow, Wen Rong really didn't speak any more.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Shu Le. The man was standing on the horse, his handsome face was hidden under the white jade cover, only his eyes were as firm and persistent as when he first met.

It was also these eyes that once rode out alone from the Southern Sichuan Province, picked him up from the thousands of horses on the back of the horse, and protected him in front of him.

Wen Rong even remembered how those peach blossom eyes looked when they were young.

The long and narrow eye slits are slightly closed, revealing a few thin traces of light red, and if it is done well, a few unbearable tears will fall.

With those seductive lips...

Wen Rong closed his eyes and looked at Shu Le again.

If he wants to completely occupy this person, he cannot soften his heart again.

As long as he wins this game, this person... he can't wait to swallow the bone marrow and enjoy it alone, will be the best trophy in his life.

There will never be anything better than this.

Wen Rong's hand touched the scabbard at his waist, and the gleaming blade cast a somewhat gloomy look in the vast sky.

He took a sword flower and smiled at Shu Le: "My brother is not in good health yet, so why not just watch the battle from the sidelines."

Wen Rong frowned, and then said, "When Rong wins the little emperor's rabble... then come to welcome brother to enjoy the blessing together."

Shu Le was extremely angry: "This general is already in good health, and you should not deceive the public with false rumors!"

Wen Rong didn't expose it, instead, he looked at the soldiers behind him and ordered loudly: "All the generals listen to my orders—"

"When we wipe out the rebellious army of Hou Zhou, we must not harm General Shu in the middle."

Wen Rong's expression tightened, "If brother is injured in the slightest, we will deal with it by military law!"

It is really a poisonous plan to disturb the morale of the army in front of the station.

The sound of wind and snowflakes intertwined and spun in front of Shu Le a few times before falling on the cloak again.

Shu Le opened his mouth, but his voice was silenced by the wind for a moment.

He just felt extremely cold all over his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was a drug offender, an addict offender, or maybe the two came together.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he pretends to be this coward, he will die.

Shu Le coughed twice, picked up the tasseled gun in his hand, rode out, and said in a loud voice: "A mere traitor! Don't try to confuse people!"

Chasing the wind and kicking up the dust, Shu Le's wanton and arrogant voice came from the wind: "People who practice martial arts, why are you talking so much? Life and death are tied to the battlefield, and if you come to fight, you are——!"

It is noon in the Central Plains, which is [-] kilometers away from the southern Sichuan city.

Although it is also winter, it is rare to see the sun.

Zhou Sui came on horseback in person, followed closely by a dark guard in brocade clothes.

There is also Fuquan who is almost exhausted.

There is no shade along the road, and even in the depths of winter, the direct sunlight still makes people sweat profusely.

Fuquan wiped the water stains on his forehead with great difficulty, and saluted Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty, it's time, my servant will change the dressing for your wound."

The clothes Zhou Sui wrapped around his body naturally also leaked sweat, and the wound on his shoulder was excruciatingly painful.

He sat on the stone tablet by the road, took a sip of the water offered by Fuquan, and nodded.

Zhou Sui has always been well-clothed and well-fed, and now he has been on the road for three consecutive days. When Fuquan lifted the clothes on his shoulders to reveal the wound——

Pus had already formed on the knife on his shoulder, it was pale and terrifying.

Fuquan was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your wound seems to have deteriorated again..."

Zhou Sui's eyes were a little blank on the winding road ahead, as if he hadn't focused on it. Ren Fuquan shouted for a long time before he came back to his senses and looked down.

Yes, it's kind of ugly.

Fu Quan bowed his head and waited for Zhou Sui's order, but unexpectedly, the young emperor was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Will the wound on my shoulder be the same as the wound on Shu Le's body after it heals?"

Fuquan: "..."

The scar left by another man on Shu Le's shoulder was a hurdle that Zhou Sui couldn't overcome. Zhou Sui had tried several ointments, but they couldn't completely erase that mark from Shu Le's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Sui still remembered it until now.

Fuquan's expression changed greatly when he was frightened by the emperor's words, he looked at Zhou Sui several times carefully, and then said softly: "Back, back to Your Majesty...the position where you were injured is...similar to General Shu... "

Zhou Sui raised his head: "But he never told me whether it hurts like this."

Fuquan opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak.

Zhou Sui smiled: "I think it should be very painful."

Fuquan accompanied Zhou Sui for eight years. When we first met, the youngest emperor in Hou Zhou was just a little prince less than his knee height.

The little prince is spoiled and spoiled, but he is smart and quick-witted. He has been inquisitive since he was a child, and won the favor of the late emperor.

Later, the rest of the princes died one after another, and Zhou Sui was the only one who sat on the throne without any doubt.

In the eight years of his life, Fuquan had never seen Zhou Sui, who had been smooth sailing since he was a child, never had a gloomy expression.

That high-spirited face no longer had the slightest poise and majesty, but was full of uncertainty and confusion.

And a palpable fear of the unknown.

He bowed beside Zhou Sui, and finally shed tears: "Your Majesty...you, don't be like this..."

Zhou Sui just looked down at Fuquan, but smiled softly: "How old is he, why are you still crying? Isn't I going to find him now?"

Zhou Sui stood up, pulled up the clothes on his shoulders, got on the horse first, and pulled the rein, "Okay, let's go with me."

Fuquan wiped away his tears, followed Zhou Sui staggeringly, took only two steps, and suddenly knelt down, crying to Zhou Sui, "Your Majesty—"

Zhou Sui stopped and turned around.

The rough ground soon rubbed blood on Fuquan's knees, but he didn't seem to care at all.

Fuquan knelt on the spot, supported the ground with his hands tightly, and kowtowed three times to Zhou Sui.

Blood also oozed from his forehead.

Zhou Sui frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Prime Minister Gao's death... Your Majesty... Gao Lang's death..."

Fu Quanquan was the biggest eunuch in the palace, and his face was always well maintained, but at this moment, that face seemed to have aged ten years.

Tears splashed on the delicate face that lost its physical features, and Fuquan said intermittently: "I know that you have always speculated that Prime Minister Gao's death was related to the Shu family and his son, but it is not without reason..."

Zhou Sui raised his eyebrows: "How do you know about this?"

Fuquan kowtowed again, tears and blood flooded his face, he said in a hoarse voice, "Prime Minister Gao...it was the late emperor who poisoned him, and after the late emperor left, Prime Minister Gao would soon be poisoned and die. Death……"

Zhou Sui froze suddenly: "What did you say?!"

Fuquan choked up for a moment, then said in a trembling voice, "everything the servant said is true..."

"Your Majesty, the late emperor selected two auxiliary ministers for you. But Gao Lang is naturally cunning and cunning... Although he can assist you as an emperor, he is plotting against the country."

"The first emperor was worried that you were too young to fight against him, so he poisoned you in advance, just to be on guard."

Zhou Sui froze on the spot, and after a long time, he fixed his eyes on Fuquan: "Don't talk nonsense! If that's the case, why didn't the father tell me!?"

Fuquan knelt on the ground and raised his head, his already bloody face showed a mournful expression.

There was an obvious cry in his voice: "Your Majesty... the late emperor deliberately made you think that Old General Shu had assassinated Gao Lang..."

"In this way, you can maintain full power and neutrality. You can use the Shu family without relying too much on the Shu family."

"Only in this way... can you guarantee your greatest centralization..."

Fuquan's voice was full of sadness: "The late emperor once told the slaves... that hatred is the best private school teacher, I will, help you, help you...become a generation of Mingjun..."

Zhou Sui sat down dejectedly, and looked around blankly: "Since you didn't tell me before, why are you telling me now?"

Fu Quan straightened his body on his knees, tremblingly said: "Slave, I really can't bear the heart of Your Majesty to be so sad for General Shu..."

"If His Majesty really likes it, go and chase Xiao General Shu back..."

Zhou Sui sat for a while, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was extremely miserable, and Zhou Sui tasted the extremely salty taste of tears by the corner of his mouth.

South Sichuan City ushered in another dusk.

The snow got bigger and bigger, drifting down from the gray sky, until every soldier on the battlefield was covered with a thin layer of frost.

In the next week, most of the original guards in Beijing had died, and only the soldiers who had been trained by Shu Hongyi were left to persevere.

The defeat is obvious.

Shu Le picked the head of an enemy soldier, raised his tasseled spear, and blocked a long sword in front of him.

The long knife looked very familiar, Shu Le turned around to see that the person holding the knife was Wen Rong.

Wen Rong obviously didn't use too much force on the knife, and was easily hit back by Shu Le.

He was not annoyed, instead he smiled and said to Shu Le: "Brother, you are going to lose."

Shu Le held the tasseled gun tightly in his hand, and felt a bone-chilling chill gushing out from every inch of his body, accompanied by the chill that pierced his heart, followed by severe pain.

This was the first time that Shule felt the pain of poisoning after being poisoned.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even lift his tassel, so he turned his horse's head coldly and looked at Wen Rong without saying a word.

Wen Rong looked at Shu Le, and coaxed softly: "Brother, what's so good about that little emperor being incompetent. Go back with Rong."

Shu Le could even hear the sound of his teeth knocking together in pain. He bit the tip of his tongue, barely regaining a trace of reason.

He didn't say any more, and with the last bit of strength, he raised his tasseled gun.

Immediately, Hongying's spear pierced towards Wen Rong like lightning.

Wen Rong was taken aback for a moment, apparently he didn't expect Shu Le to be so disregarding the old feelings, and suddenly launched an attack.

He immediately raised his sword to block——

However, Shu Le's speed of firing his spear has always been extremely fast, and it is obviously no longer possible for Wen Rong to block the red tassel with a knife.

Wen Rong had no choice but to draw his sword out of its sheath because the general was protecting him, and stab at Shu Le at the same time.

In order to avoid hurting Shu Le, Wen Rong even slowed down the speed of drawing the sword.

The long silver sword drew a cold arc in the wind and snow, winding towards Shu Le.

Wen Rong subconsciously looked at Shu Le, but found that Shu Le was also looking at him.

At the same time, the red tasseled gun in Shu Le's hand suddenly stopped less than a centimeter away from Wen Rong's chest.

Suddenly, Wen Rong saw an almost satisfied smile on Shu Le's face.

The next second—

The gentle long sword pierced straight into Shu Le's chest.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

The smile on the corner of Shu Le's mouth finally became clearer.

Shu Le looked down at the long sword on his chest, then at Wen Rong, finally nodded, and said quietly: "Yes, I have led troops for ten years... this general lost."

Wen Rong was almost stunned in place, and reacted suddenly after a while.

He climbed off the horse in a state of embarrassment, rushed towards Shu Le who was close at hand, and said in great distress: "No—brother—!!"

However, like a chain reaction, after the blood on his chest couldn't be stopped, a trace of blood slowly leaked from Shu Le's mouth.

Bright red blood splattered on the white jade mask, indescribably coquettish.

Wen Rong knelt down and supported Shu Le, but didn't dare to touch him again.

Like fine porcelain with a broken corner, Wen Rong suddenly felt that in just a moment, Shu Le had quickly... irreversibly decayed.

But Shu Le was in an extremely happy mood. He sat on the horse supported by Wen Rong precariously, and felt that he could even pretend to be a coward.

As the bitter winter wind passed by, the blood gradually seeped into the black wool cloak on Shu Le's body, and finally disappeared.

Wen Rong couldn't even care about the soldiers of the two armies running towards this side. He hugged Shu Le, and his voice couldn't even keep the slightest calm.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where's the military doctor?! Call the military doctor!! Brother is injured—can't you see that brother is injured?! Call the military doctor—"

However, no matter how loud the voice was, it gradually disappeared into the snow, mist and wind.

Disappeared in the sound of the clash of weapons on the battlefield.

Shu Le raised his hand and said softly, "No need, Wen Rong."

Wen Rong's eyes were red, and his expression was close to madness. He hugged Shu Le and said in a sad voice, "Brother, hold on, I'll take you back to the camp to find a military doctor—"

"No, Wen Rong."

Shu Le coughed a few times, and more blood gushed out.

He frowned, turned his face away in disgust, then raised his eyelids with difficulty, and looked at Wen Rong with some hesitation.

After a long while, Shu Le finally opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind: "You finally call me brother...If that's the case, can I ask you something?"

Tears immediately fell from the corners of Wen Rong's eyes. He reached out to wipe the tears, but found that his hands were covered with Shu Le's blood.

The hot teardrops quickly became cold in the wind and snow, just like the temperature of Shu Le's body in his arms faded away little by little.

Wen Rong's voice was almost terrified, he tried to hug Shu Le, but he didn't dare to move, he stuck to Shu Le's ear: "Brother, Rong doesn't want to hear it! Hold on—"

Shu Le smiled, reached out and patted Wen Rong's shoulder.

His voice also weakened quickly, and he stumbled a few words: "I, Shu Le, have fought all my life...Before this time, I have never lost..."

Shu Le coughed up another mouthful of blood. He looked at Wen Rong and said softly: "This general is a man who wants to save face... I don't want to be told that I died in a losing battle..."

"Wen Rong... You let me play a game, let this general play tricks..."

Shu Le's pupils have gradually blurred.

He grabbed the red-tasseled gun in his hand and lifted it, but he couldn't lift it up again.

Shu Le's voice has become smaller and smaller: "Wen Rong, you have to tell others that this battle... I, Shu Le, won..."

"This general has guarded Zhou Jiangshan for more than ten years. Before he dies... let me guard it again..."

The snowstorm in South Sichuan City came suddenly, but it stopped suddenly.

The snow covered all the pain and suffering on the battlefield, and even the traces of blood were covered in silence.

The next day, Wen Rong handed in a letter of surrender, promising never to commit crimes in the surrounding areas again, and to retreat a hundred miles away.

When Zhou Sui heard the news, he was passing through a small town near the southern city of Sichuan.

The folk customs of the small town are simple and honest, and it happened to hear the news of the great victory in the frontier, and the town was filled with joy and laughter.

Zhou Sui hadn't closed his eyes for four consecutive days, and planned to try to eat something here before going on the road.

Fuquan came to inquire about the news from outside, and told Zhou Sui beamingly: "Your Majesty, General Shu has won another battle and defeated Wen Rong. I heard from the people outside that the petition for peace is on the way!"

Zhou Suixin fell silent for a moment.

Shule is fine...

As long as Shu Le is still healthy, he can go to all the famous doctors in the world... After all, he can detoxify Shu Le.

Then he took good care of Shu Le, and the two of them accompanied——

To grow old together.

Zhou Sui's expression finally relaxed a bit, and after eating a small bowl of rice, he hurriedly went to the stable again to fetch the horse.

There are two handymen in the stables who are washing the horses for the guests, chatting nonsense while washing.

"Bianguan has won again, General Shu is really amazing!"

"It's amazing, but I heard that General Shu Xiao was injured this time, it's quite serious, it seems..."

"Really? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Hey, who knows, I just heard it casually!"

Zhou Sui's expression changed again and again, he rushed forward and grabbed the man by the collar: "You said Shu Le was injured?!"

The horse groomer was dressed in Zhou Sui's attire, so he knew that he was a son of a rich family. He was so frightened that he immediately waved his hands and said, "Little one, I don't know...but General Shu went out last time Southwest was injured... I don't know this time..."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!"

Zhou Sui's expression was fierce, he pushed the man hard, and led the horse over, "Shu Lefu's fate is great, so it will be auspicious!"

The two handymen were frightened half to death by Zhou Sui, and hurriedly said: "The officer is right, the officer is right, General Shu will return in triumph!"

Even so, Zhou Sui still felt as if he had been dropped a disturbing seed.

When he got on his horse and walked to the street, the people were still talking about it, but they all had different opinions.

Seeing Zhou Sui's behavior, Fu Quan didn't dare to say anything more, but timidly said: "Your Majesty, we might as well go on, this is the shortest way to the south of Sichuan, if General Shu returns to the court, he must pass by this way. "

Zhou Sui was silent for a while, and finally whipped his horsewhip and left the small town.

After a snowstorm, the climate in southern Sichuan has returned to its usual coldness.

As dawn broke, Zhou Sui walked without sleep for three days, and finally arrived at the edge of Southern Sichuan City.

In the thin morning light, the mist had not yet faded, and two people on horseback came faintly from the direction of Southern Sichuan City.

No, it was getting closer, there was only one person on the horse, and the other horse was empty.

That is chasing the wind.

Thousands of miles of horses chase after the wind, only listen to Shu Le's words, and follow him to fight and kill, there is no second master.

There seemed to be something in Zhuifeng's mouth, and Zhou Sui didn't see clearly just now when he was far away.

But now it was so close at hand, Zhou Sui finally recognized at a glance——

It was Shule's mask.

Suddenly, Zhou Sui remembered that Shu Le had returned from a battle. He gave Shu Le a cup of royal wine and asked Shu Le to take off his mask to drink.

Shu Le raised his lips and smiled, and said leisurely: "My dear Majesty, you don't know, but this mask will be with you for the rest of your life."

"I will be a general for a day, and this mask will stay with me for a day."

Until the day when Chen Ma's body was shrouded in leather and he died in battle.

Zhou Sui's throat was sweet, he could only swallow hard, and looked at the other person sitting on the horse: "Who are you?"

When the man saw Zhou Sui, he got off his horse and took out something from the package on the back of the horse.

Then he took two steps forward, knelt down in front of Zhou Sui, and held the thing up with both hands.

There was no trace of triumph in his voice, and he could not see any joy in the eyes of the people in that small town. He bowed stiffly to Zhou Sui: "Your Majesty, this subordinate is General Shu's deputy."

"The barbarians have already retreated. This is the letter of surrender. Your Majesty, please read it."

Zhou Sui only felt a heavy hammer hit his head hard. He held the reins tightly and said after a long time, "Where is Shu Le? Why didn't Shu Le report it to me personally?"

The deputy general kowtowed to Zhou Sui, his expression full of sadness: "Return to Your Majesty, the battlefield is chaotic... General Shu's body has not been found so far."

"Can't report to His Majesty, please forgive me..."

Zhou Sui froze for a moment, but saw Zhuifeng slowly walking out from behind the general.

Walk to Zhou Sui's side.

Zhui Feng raised his horse's head, and brought the white jade mask closer to Zhou Sui.

Zhou Sui reached out to pick it up, but he hadn't touched it——

He coughed out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and fell off the horse.

***

According to the historical records of the Later Zhou Dynasty: Emperor Hui Zhou Sui reigned for forty and three years, and he was a Ming emperor.However, there was no heir in the end, and it was said that he was the grandson of General Shu.In the posthumous edict, the name of the country was changed to Le, and the posthumous title was Si Le.

Unofficial history records: Emperor Hui was not over twenty, and his legs seemed to be sick, so he had to drive a car.The emperor and empress Wanyi died, the harem was scattered, and the middle palace was left empty.There is a children's song in the market saying, Emperor Hui of the Later Zhou Dynasty will eventually wait for a person to return to no one.