The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Lin Shuyu knew better than anyone that he was at the end of his rope.

He was not questioning, but unwilling.

The longing for power and years of painstaking calculations all came to naught.

How can you be willing? !

Mei Geng was amazed at Lin Shuyu's tenacity and obsession, his moves were determined to burn everything, but he did not fight hard, but teasingly tested, and then dodged, the long sword played beautifully, distinguishing the truth from the truth It is not clear which trick is true.

"Mei Geng!" Lin Shuyu was furious, "Aren't you the god of war? Why do you hide?"

Mei Geng spoke succinctly, and sent a false move: "This king is willing."

Lin Shuyu recruited killers, but Mei Geng always hid them with his ghostly movements. The two fought for a long time, but no one was hurt.

The soldiers stopped fighting outside the city, Feng Chengyu captured Chu and advocated returning to the palace to return to his command. Liu Changjue, who led troops to encircle and suppress the rebels, also entered the palace, immediately joined the battle situation, and helped Mei Geng capture Lin Shuyu alive.

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the white jade steps were stained with blood, and the corpses lay horizontally. Lin Shuyu was detained in front of the hall by Captain Feng, with disheveled hair and blood-stained clothes, but he sneered hoarsely: "It doesn't matter if you win me, one day, you will definitely lose Give people a heart."

Mei Geng stood on the high stage, looked down at the unwilling man, and sneered softly: "This king has never wanted to win the hearts of the people, so how could he lose?"

How can people's hearts be arbitrary?

Good people do evil, evil people do good, the contradiction is extremely extreme, but it is just a difference of one thought.

Just like Lin Shuyu, he clearly has the talent for governing the country, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is full of economics, but he just uses it to ignore human life and commit crimes.

If he is willing to serve the country, he will have a place in the court in the future, and his reputation will last forever, but he is blindfolded by power, and he is determined to become a noble person above the emperor.

——As a result, I made mistakes again and again, and suffered a crushing defeat.

Before Lin Shuyu could speak again, a clear and cold voice came from behind Mei Geng: "Press down, and clean up this place."

Mei Geng's back was slightly stiff, and he felt that there was ice in his tone.

Feng Chengyu took another look at King Xiping who had 'resurrected from the dead', and then escorted Lin Shuyu to leave.

The palace guards were busy cleaning up the blood on the corpse, and Mei Geng was thinking about what to say to his daughter-in-law, but when he turned around, the young Emperor Chu in imperial robes passed him by.

Mei Geng: "..."

Some grievances, he appeared so timely, Xiao Ce didn't seem to calm down...

Chu Ce didn't even look at him, and went straight to the spotless white-clothed young man, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, I thought you wouldn't come into the palace."

Liu Changjue, who had just returned from the battlefield, was dressed in white clothes that were not stained with blood, and his eyes were clear and cold, "I'm afraid you will die."

Chu Ce said with a friendly face, "It's okay, it's just right for my brother to come, let's take the imperial edict."

Liu Changjue cast a questioning look.

Chu Ce said gently and gently, "I just made you the regent."

Liu Changjue: "..."

...Why on earth should he worry about this heartless thing?

Shouldn't have come.

Without any hesitation, the young man in white put the red jade plum blossom pendant into Chu Ce's hand, and walked away without saying a word.

It is impossible to accept the order.

Chu Ce didn't stop him either, it was just a way out, the prince was young, and someone needed to restrain the court.

Mei Geng watched silently for a while, but Chu Ce turned around and walked into the hall as if he couldn't see him.

"...Xiao Ce." Mei Geng reached out and grabbed a corner of the ink-colored imperial robe.

Chu Ce pulled back politely, and cast a glance, "Who are you?"

Mei Geng: "..."

It's over, it's hard to coax.

King Xiping pursed his lips and said confidently, "You are a man."

Chu Ce stared at him for a moment, then suddenly frowned and smiled.

"Coincidentally." Chu Ce pulled back his sleeves and said very naturally, "Aren't you dead?"

Mei Geng: "..."

"The coffins are all in the imperial mausoleum."

"..."

Chu Ce said no more, turned around decisively and left.

Inside the wide-sleeved gown, the palm holding the ebony hairpin was soaked with cold sweat, and the knuckles were turning white.

The double coffin carried into the imperial mausoleum was prepared by him for himself and Mei Geng.

He wasn't sure whether Mei Geng was dead or alive, and he didn't know that the word "don't read" was the news from Mei Geng. Even though he had already guessed that Mei Geng's fake death, even if it was only a one in ten thousand possibility, it was very small. Possibly—is he really dead?

Even if it was just a possibility as small as a star in the vast night, it was enough to tear his heart and lungs apart, and he would not want to live.

How could Mei Geng not know.

No matter how clever the calculation is, there will always be unexpected accidents.

His face was extremely pale, the black clothes on his belly were already soaked in blood, he barely stood still, but he just stared obsessively at that figure from behind.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and he was wearing black again, so Xiao Ce didn't see him.

In the end, he fell down the white jade steps, and before his consciousness became dim, he was helpless.

... The little guy may feel distressed again.

-

In Guangming Palace, on the emperor's couch, a handsome but frail man was still awake, his face was bloodless, so white that it was almost transparent.

"What's going on?" Chu Ce's face was gloomy, and his whole body was gloomy and cold.

The imperial physician knelt down on the ground, tremblingly said: "Your Majesty, King Xiping has an abdominal injury, which has not healed for a long time, and the residual poison in his body has not been cleared, and the high fever persists, so he fell into a coma."

Every time he said a word, Chu Ce's face became cloudier.

For a moment, Chu Ce asked in the same calm tone as in the past: "How to heal?"

The imperial doctor said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will prescribe a prescription to take care of the wound carefully, and then treat the wound properly, and it will recover in time."

"Go." Chu Ce heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at the pale man. King Xiping, who was usually as strong as a god and Buddha, was just a mortal who would suffer from pain, die and fall into a coma.

The imperial doctor hurriedly retreated, and Wu Wei persuaded softly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, isn't King Xiping all right?"

"En." Chu Ce responded in a low voice, and said, "You go out too."

When there were finally only two people left in the room, Chu Ce slowly got up on the couch and nestled himself into the man's arms, as if he had instantly turned back to the silent and weak boy he was when he was young.

He leaned on Mei Geng's shoulder, as if he had found his home, he closed his eyes, still tightly clutching the ebony hairpin in his hand.

The night is long and the world is chaotic. Find someone and steal a day of leisure.

-

When Mei Geng woke up, he found a soft little guy in his arms.

Tilting your head slightly, you can see the peaceful sleeping face of the young man. He put his forehead on his shoulder, showing his side face, obedient and soft.

So my heart is soft.

Mei Geng didn't move, didn't make a sound, just quietly looked at the person who had been missing for a long time, suddenly felt that it was another life.

I rushed back from Jima in northern Liaoning, regardless of whether the wound was healed due to the poison, or the residual poison in the body, I slept in the open air day and night, one for missing, and the other for worrying.

He will be afraid too.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get back in time.

I am afraid that Yong'an will be broken when I come back.

I was afraid that I could only hold the dead body of my sweetheart and cry.

It's just... terribly scary.

Mei Geng's eyes were full of tenderness, he looked at the wooden tenon that rubbed against the curtain, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Mei Lang..." The young man beside him called out in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and soft, and he acted coquettishly like a cat meowing.

"Here." Mei Geng turned over, lying on his side, carefully embraced him, hugged his flexible and slender waist, and then lightly kissed the young man's picturesque eyebrows, whispering a few whispers , "Xiao Ce, Xiao Ce... I miss you very much."

All the time, lovesickness becomes a disaster.

Chu Ce who woke up in the morning lost the momentum of last night, he opened his eyes in a daze, and then his eyes were red, and when he pursed his mouth, tears came down.

Mei Geng panicked, patted him on the back in a hurry, and comforted him softly: "Why are you crying?"

Chu Ce was sobbing and choking, feeling aggrieved and pitiful, he pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

King Xiping couldn't coax him well, so he simply kissed and sealed his lips, pried his lips and teeth open, and comforted him tenderly and tenderly.

Difficult to part.

Warm palms kept stroking the thin young man's back, fingertips lightly touched the tailbone, and moved up inch by inch. When the kiss ended, the person in his arms not only did not stop crying, but cried even more fiercely because of his shortness of breath.

Chu Ce cried and scolded, "Woo...you bastard."

"..." Mei Geng sighed, "Well, I'm an asshole."

Chu Ce choked, and continued to curse: "Get out!"

"...Don't get lost." Mei Geng kissed the salty tears in the corners of his eyes, looked at the cuffs that were tightly pulled by the little guy, his eyes were full of warmth, and he comforted him softly, "Chen Zhengzhan Outside, I miss His Majesty, now I can’t get enough of seeing him, how can I be willing to go out.”

Chu Ce resolutely refused to let go, and he refused to eat this set when his ears were clearly red: "Stop talking sweet words."

This time he couldn't laugh or cry, Mei Geng bowed his head and kissed his forehead, piously and lovingly, every word was solemn: "everything from the heart."

It was so easy to coax His Majesty, King Xiping was both distressed and funny, knowing that Chu Ce had been weather-beaten and was no longer young, but he seemed to come back alive, making up for the youth he had never had before.

Arrogant and self-willed, yet cute.

The two who had experienced life and death several times hugged each other on the couch, and neither of them spoke for a while, and the tranquility of the night and the mountains and the sky was born for no reason.

The past was like a glimpse, Mei Geng thought about it a lot, and finally kissed the corner of his sweetheart's lips with great care, "I can't do without you."

Inseparable.

Being poisoned by each other and being each other's antidote, in this life, no one can live without the other.

Mei Geng hadn't recovered yet, and after a while he was a little confused again, and closed his eyes.

Intoxicated with love, it was as if he had entered a bright dream of stars and rivers. In the dream, he was a handsome young man under the rain of apricot blossoms, with picturesque features and a romantic smile. He opened his mouth and called Mei Lang softly.

Beautiful.

When she opened her eyes again, she met a pair of eyes full of tenderness and love, and Mei Geng stuffed a warm ebony hairpin in her hand—the little guy's body temperature.

Chu Ce closed his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said softly, "When you recover from your injury, wear this to court."

"..." Mei Geng thought for a moment, thinking of himself who was out of place in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, couldn't help laughing, and replied: "Okay."

If you like it, what's the problem if I wear it for the world to see?

——Although, there are indeed so few, which damage the image.

But he doesn't care, Xiao Ce is happy.