The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Mei Geng didn't care about Jiang Rong who was clamoring outside, Chu Ce in his arms was panting weakly, and as soon as he put it on the couch, he curled up and hugged himself tightly.

Mei Geng had seen him countless times before. At that time, he was the tormentor. Chu Ce was in so much pain that he hugged himself into a ball without saying a word.

"Xiao Ce." Mei Geng's throat was dry, and he sat down and hugged Chu Ce into his arms. Seeing that he was tightly clutching the loose skirt of his clothes, he reached out and tapped the young man's trembling wrist, and then grasped his pulse. He opened the door, using soft and warm internal force to try to relieve the little guy's pain, Shen Huan softly said: "Where is the injury? Let me see."

Even if you don't look at it, you know that Jiang Rong's bastard has slapped him hard, and if he saw blood, he might have suffered internal injuries.

Chu Ce didn't say a word, clenched his teeth and trembled slightly, his mouth full of bloody smell.

Mei Geng soon found that Chu Ce in his arms seemed to be unconscious, and curled up with all his strength, his blood-stained lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

Mei Geng listened to Chu Ce's voice, barely heard Chu Ce's breath, and immediately showed hesitation.

Chu Ce was repeating a sentence: "Kill Jiang Rong."

"Kill...Jiang Rong?" Mei Geng murmured and repeated, the murderous intent revived in his heart.

Chu Ce's kindness cannot be denied, but Mei Geng has also seen his ruthlessness before, and it is reasonable to want to kill Jiang Rong after being humiliated by this.

Mei Geng didn't have any doubts, but responded softly: "Okay."

Seeing that Chu Ce gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen into a coma, Mei Geng hesitated for a moment, pulled his clothes back up, carried him out of the room again, and said to Qin Gui, who was guarding outside the door: "Go to Taiwei's mansion, Please Lu Zhibei go to the palace."

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In the middle of the night, it began to rain, pattering and wetting the bluestone road.

Lu Zhibei knew about the dinner reception for the Xixia envoys, but he didn't expect that the Xia people would dare to openly attack the prince in the palace. When he saw the large bruises on Chu Ce's back, Lu Zhibei couldn't help but scold him asshole.

The bruises on Chu Ce's body were not limited to his back, there were also pinched finger marks on his wrists, and the bruises on the edge of the table on his lower back. He hadn't woken up since he entered the palace.

After an hour, his forehead became hot.

Mei Geng was very restless, pacing back and forth behind the screen, until Lu Zhibei walked out from behind the screen, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is he?"

Lu Zhibei hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips, "It's not very good."

Mei Geng's voice suddenly became cold: "What's going on?"

Lu Beizhi sighed, "I hurt my heart, Mei Geng... I'm watching his pulse. If this continues, I'm afraid it's... an early death."

He said the last four words with hesitation and difficulty.

But it fell into Mei Geng's ears, it was like a thunderclap.

The signs of premature death!

In his previous life, he carefully protected Chu Ce, and after taking pains to take care of him, his body was weak at the beginning, and then there were no more problems. Therefore, Mei Geng did not expect that Chu Ce would be injured before he knew what was going on. body has reached this point.

Mei Geng's expression was terribly gloomy, and he asked word by word: "How could this be?"

Lu Zhibei's eyes were complicated, and he didn't respond for a while, but under Mei Geng's increasingly cold gaze, he finally sighed again, and said: "Last time you came to me, although the Fifth Highness is weak, according to what I said Slowly recuperating, it will definitely be fine. It didn't happen overnight. Although the injury is not serious this time, it is not so serious. However, His Highness Fifth Kneeling in the Hall of Supreme Harmony also hurt his body a few days ago. You have left him for two years. How it happened, we all know, Mei Geng, if he experiences such accidents a few more times, not to mention me, even if he asks Master to come out of the mountain, he will be at a loss what to do."

Every time he said a word, Mei Geng's expression became ugly.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Mei Geng certainly knew for whom he begged for the imperial decree.

Everything in this life has changed since then. In his previous life, he woke up on the road before returning to Yong'an City, but this time he fell asleep in the palace for a long time, otherwise Chu Ce would not have helped him in this way.

Seeing that Mei Geng was silent, Lu Zhibei patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, it's fine for now, as long as His Highness the Fifth Highness survives, but what are you going to do with that Jiang Rong? How dare he fight in Da Chu?" Are you really swallowing your breath to do such a thing?"

Mei Geng was silent for a moment, thinking of what Jiang Rong said earlier - they were going to bring Chu Ce to Xixia.

It is definitely impossible to marry Jiang Rong. Da Chu can send the princess to make a marriage, but he will never send the prince to be a male favourite. Therefore, the marriage with the princess of Xixia in the previous life seems to have something tricky that he didn't know about.

After thinking about it, Mei Geng's eyes darkened, "How could Jiang Rong find Jiaolan Hall, someone must have led the way, and someone deliberately sold Xiao Ce."

Lu Zhibei nodded in agreement, "Well, who do you think it is?"

Mei Geng's expression was gloomy, and he spoke slowly: "Perhaps...it's the prince."

"Why?" Lu Zhibei was stunned, a little confused about what should not be in the crown prince's mind.

Even if Chu Ce is not pleasing to the eye, it's all right to make a stumbling block, how can he invite foreign enemies to insult his younger brother?

"Because the person who came to remind me is someone from the King of Luo." Mei Geng said again in a deep voice, "It is also possible that the King of Luo did it himself. I will report this matter to the Emperor tomorrow morning."

No matter who led the way for Jiang Rong, Mei Geng had already put that person on the must-kill list - still number one.

Lu Zhibei nodded his head. If things got serious, Da Chu would definitely lose face, and Xixia had to pay back the lost face.

"Also." Mei Geng spoke again suddenly, glanced in through the screen, eyes full of tenderness, "He wants to live."

—he wants to live.

You haven't paid back the life you owed me, how can you die before me again?

Lu Zhibei was stunned, and then smiled wryly: "Don't worry, it's okay this time, but Mei Geng, you and I both know that he won't be able to stay safe for the rest of his life."

Once or twice can save lives, what about three or four times?

After years of hard work or injuries, what can we do to live a long life?

Where did Mei Geng not know?

He fell silent, as if remembering.

Back then, he hated Chu Ce so much that he did everything he could to hurt him, even skinning him himself, but now he racked his brains to protect him in every possible way.

It was love from the beginning and it never changed.

Otherwise, he would throw Chu Ce to be a military prostitute. Thinking about it, Chu Ce would rather be skinned thousands of times than become a prostitute for countless people to play with.

His revenge is a double-edged sword, while cutting Chu Ce to blood, stabbing himself to pieces.

With such a complicated heart, Mei Geng originally thought that in this life, he could watch Chu Ce's failure in the fight for the crown with cold eyes, see him die in the palace, and see his miserable life.

But it's still... impossible.

He wants him to live.

Live to see the stability of the country, the prosperity of the Great Chu, the unity of the world, and the court clothes of all directions, and then stay with him for a lifetime in this prosperous world.

The candle flame danced and the figure swayed slightly. After a while, Mei Geng closed his eyes and said softly, "So what...?"

It seems to be asking each other, and it seems to be asking yourself.

So what?

Chu Ce must live.

He gave up blood and deep hatred to love him, even if it was a bloody kiss, Chu Ce had to bear it, he couldn't run away, let alone die.

Seeing Mei Geng's obstinacy to the point of madness, Lu Zhibei couldn't figure out what could make Mei Geng so devoted to Chu Ce, he frowned, and lowered his voice meaningfully: "Mei Geng, this The road is not easy to walk, you should understand and accept it.”

After a while, Mei Geng opened his eyes, smiled softly, and asked, "When did you see me confused?"

He understood, always understood.

But at this moment, in Lu Zhibei's eyes, he is like a lunatic blinded by love, and the sense of disobedience that he used to be scheming and ruthless has completely dissipated.

Mei Geng is still the same Mei Geng, who values ​​love and righteousness, whether it is for his sweetheart or brother, he will always give his all.

Life is alive, how many people can really live and understand?

They have special identities and cannot help themselves, but Lu Zhibei just believes that no matter when Mei Geng will not be the first one to betray and leave.

After a long while, Lu Zhibei asked again: "Should you talk to Duke Ping and my father? But Mei Geng, you have to know that my father and Uncle Feng may not support His Royal Highness the Fifth Highness."

Likes gather like creatures and people are divided into groups. If Lu Zhibei and Feng Sunan have the power now, no matter which prince gains power, they will definitely stand by Mei Geng's side.

The truth is, they are totally unqualified.

Mei Geng pondered for a moment, and said: "The two uncles are already rare and loyal people, as long as they know that the crown prince and King Luo are hard to be of great use, it is enough to lure the envoys of the enemy country into the palace to do this to my brother, what will I do in the future To love the people like a son?"

Lu Zhibei was dumbfounded, and only then did he realize that Mei Geng had already planned his next step, and even plotted against his father and Ping Guogong's mansion.

Mei Geng's next understatement completely dispelled his worries.

"If Great Chu falls into the hands of the prince or King Luo, it will definitely be annexed by Xixia within 20 years."

When the nest is overturned, they will become turtles in the urn.

The prince is arrogant and arrogant. If there is no emperor above him, he is afraid that he will be lawless. The king of Luo is cruel and ruthless. Even if his loyal ministers and generals disobey him, they will be retaliated against.

The scalding temperature on Chu Ce's forehead did not subside, and Mei Geng did not dare to let Lu Zhi go north, so he arranged for Lu Zhi to rest in the guest room.

The dark bed curtain was half covered, and the figure curled up on the couch could be vaguely seen. When Mei Geng walked around the screen and returned to the inner room, he saw Chu Ce huddled himself into a ball again, and the wet and cold cloth towel on his forehead was also discarded. On the side, the immature porcelain-white face was flushed at the moment, but her lips were bloodless. She frowned as if in pain, pursed her lips tightly and hummed a few uncomfortable trills from time to time.

It is as fragile as a fine porcelain vase, as if it will be smashed to pieces if it is dropped lightly, it is so fragile that it is pitiful.

The soft lips moved a few times, as if to say something.

Mei Geng listened to him and heard his faint whisper:

"Mei Geng..."

Mei Geng was startled, but Chu Ce was...calling him.

Chu Ce, who was unconscious, opened his eyes at this time. Perhaps because he was really unwell, the end of his eyes was red, and he looked a little pitiful, but the bottom of his clear eyes was ignorant, and he whispered softly in a hoarse voice: "Mei...Mei Geng?"

Mei Geng sighed, threw the wet and cold cloth towel on the ground, put his palm on the little guy's hot forehead, and stimulated his inner strength, a slight coolness suddenly surged in his palm, and he responded softly, tender and gentle:

"here I am."