The General and His Enemy Your Highness

Mei Geng didn't care when Chu Luo left, he put all his heart on Chu Ce.

No matter how heartbreaking they were, or even hated each other, the debt they owed must be repaid. They are destined to owe each other and repay each other.

Chu Ce's condition was very poor. It wasn't just Mei Geng who was stuck in the previous life, he was also in dire straits. A serious illness struck so violently that even Lu Zhibei had a headache. There is a bit of complexion, here comes another sick beauty."

Chu Ce curled his lips and smiled, saying that it's okay.

When Lu Zhibei went out, he pulled Mei Geng out together. There was snow in the courtyard and a lamp fell from the eaves. The two stopped in the corridor. Lu Zhibei couldn't help but asked: "I heard Wuwei say what happened that day. , Mei Geng, I told you that he is injured and needs to be taken care of carefully."

Mei Geng was speechless for a moment, he twirled his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "How is Xiao Ce?"

"I can't die for the time being." Lu Zhibei exhaled steam, and said solemnly, "Mei Geng, it's all brothers. I don't want to lie to you. I don't know what stimulated him. The situation is worse than last night. If he spits out his head, even if he doesn’t die of illness, he will probably starve himself to death first.”

Mei Geng recalled Liu Changjue's words - when Chu Ce first went looking for him, he couldn't even drink water.

That was not long after Chu Ce was reborn.

"Is there a way?" The handsome man frowned, with the coldness of the snow shining in his eyes.

"I can't help it." Lu Zhibei spread his hands, "You caused the incident. Since His Highness Duke Huai was able to get better before, it should be the same this time."

Mei Geng looked at the bedroom with the burning candles, when a gust of wind blew off the snow on the eaves, and he said softly: "I understand."

"Wait." Lu Zhibei took out a small porcelain bottle from his wide sleeve and threw it over, "It's been fired like this, I have a throat problem, and now it should be in severe pain, I'm afraid I won't be able to speak for two days, so give this to him Take it, I will go back to the mansion first, I can't drink the medicine juice, so I will make it into a pill and try it."

"He..." The unfinished words disappeared again between his lips and teeth, Mei Geng held the porcelain bottle, hummed it down, and said thank you.

... No wonder he didn't say a word.

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"Your Highness." Wuwei looked at the young Highness with a complicated expression and sighed heavily, "King Xiping has a strange temperament. Listen to the advice of the old slave, let's go back to the palace to recuperate."

Chu Ce frowned slightly, and shook his head lightly.

Wuwei persuasively persuaded: "Your Highness, he almost killed you that day."

"You don't understand." The young man's voice was hoarse, and he spoke only three words with extreme reluctance. His voice was like dry and cracked dead wood. People, but still kept saying: "Okay, okay, don't open your mouth, Your Highness, it's important to take care of your body first."

Chu Ce showed a shallow smile, but couldn't make a sound, so he simply mouthed: "He won't hurt me again."

His face was full of indifference, and he thought that the young man was really easy to be fascinated by love, and he almost died at the hands of that guy the day before yesterday, and now he speaks for him again.

Butler Liu, who was listening to the corner outside the door, squinted his eyes, then opened the door calmly, and said seriously: "Eunuch Wuwei, His Highness's medicine is ready, do you want to look at the decoction yourself?"

Wuwei showed hesitation, looked at His Highness on the couch, Chu Ce nodded in agreement, and then he left with a sigh.

Butler Liu lowered his head and curled his lips slightly, then quietly retreated out.

When Mei Geng returned to the room, the boy had already curled up under the quilt and fell asleep, revealing half of his face, delicate and gentle, as if he heard the sound, he opened his eyes sleepily again, struggling to get up.

Mei Geng pushed the person back, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull up the slipped quilt and cover it up. His movements were gentle and delicate, and his voice softened with pity, "Xiao Ce is obedient, and get up again after the fever subsides."

Knowing that he is not a simple boy, but a decisive and scheming emperor, he still can't help cherishing and caring for him. It's the past, and Mei Geng is such a person. Once he treats someone well, he will take care of him thoroughly. After abandoning the rift in his previous life, his love is as fanatical and sincere as ever.

The young man's forehead was hot, but his fingertips were cold. He gently grabbed the man's hand, interlocked his fingers, and shook it lightly, with a bright smile on his lips.

"Xiao Ce." Mei Geng didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, Ren clasped his hands together, and smiled softly, "Why do you still look like a child?"

Chu Ce didn't respond, just smiled warmly, turned his body sideways and rubbed his cheek against the back of the man's palm.

Really like a young man, Mei Geng can't always regard this little guy who likes to be coquettish and gentle in front of him as the Chu Emperor who carelessly ransacked his family and wiped out his family in his previous life.

The 16-year-old Chu Ce has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and a smile like a spring breeze. Even when he is sick, he is still a young man with a golden appearance.

Just looking at it makes me happy.

The crown prince was under house arrest, Duke Huai fell ill, and several pregnant women in the harem had miscarriages one after another. Above the court, King Luo covered the sky with one hand. In addition, it was reported that Duke Huai fell ill within two days. It was all because of the shock of being assassinated. Take this opportunity to try to suppress the British government and princelings.

Chu Hengzhi naturally noticed his son's ambition, and began to trip King Luo intentionally or unintentionally. The court, which seemed to be calm for a while, was in fact too chaotic.

Fortunately, His Highness Prince Huai was seriously ill and escaped the suspicion of Emperor Chu by accident. King Xiping coaxed him to be happy all day long with tenderness and sweetness. He had a fever, and his throat disease was not cured, but he was able to speak at least, but he still claimed that he was still sick, lingering on the bed.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Mei Geng handled the official duties delivered from the northwest properly, and went to take care of the little highness who was still ordered to stay in bed. Although he still didn't see meat, he could still eat some light vegetarian dishes, but he hadn't eaten yet. After a few mouthfuls, Butler Liu knocked on the door.

"My lord, this old slave has something to report."

"Come in."

Butler Liu pushed the door open and entered, with a veiled expression on his face, neither sad nor happy, he said: "My lord, Lin Shangshu's mansion, Mr. Lin is gone."

Lin Zichuan's death was too sudden. He worked at Yushitai, and this year he just got engaged to the procuratorial daughter of the historian's family, and he will get married next year.

But before the end of the year, the person was beheaded and hung in front of Lin Shangshu's mansion, and the body was scattered in every corner of the Shangshu mansion, and even three fingers and broken pieces were found from the prime minister's mansion. Viscera, Prime Minister Lin and his wife were frightened by their old age, and now they are both sick, and Lin Shangshu's mansion is even more restless.

Knowing this, Mei Geng and Chu Ce were startled.

Since Lin Zichen's sudden death that year, Lin Zichuan has changed from the pedantic and stubborn in the past, and has seriously studied the way of being an official. With the support of Prime Minister Lin Shangshu, his official career has prospered.

This matter was also suggested by Mei Geng, he intended to make the Lin family fight among themselves, but he did not expect that he would end up like this.

After a long silence, Mei Geng sighed: "It's better to let him be decadent to the end, and go to accompany his old blue lamp Buddha."

It is better to be empty than to be dead without a whole body.

"It's also thanks to him fighting against Lin Shuyu all these years." Chu Ce said calmly after a long silence, "The same is true for the imperial sister, she also—"

"Who do you think did it?" Mei Geng asked.

Chu Ce hesitated for a moment, looked up, the two looked at each other, and said in unison, "Lin Shuyu."

Mei Geng squinted his eyes, "The Lin family has always been unwilling to get involved in the struggle for the heir apparent, but they have gotten very close to the crown prince in the past two years. Lin Shuyu also had contacts with King Luo, presumably it was to seize the Lin family while the crown prince was in distress."

Chu Ce sighed, lost his tenderness in an instant, and said in a deep voice, "The Lin family has only one son now, no matter how much Lin Lu hates him, I'm afraid he will do his best to support him."

"Use Chu Yuan to frame the crown prince, and use the opportunity to gain Lin's support." Mei Geng smiled coldly, his eyes showing coldness, "Chu Luo is very calculating."

On that day, Chu Yuan's maidservant had already been killed with a stick, and Chu Yuan died long ago when they arrived. If it was really the prince who did it, then why did the maid wait for the princess to die before coming to report?

In the East Palace, there was no one to stop him, and Chu Luo played with conclusive evidence as if he had entered the land of no one.

"I'm afraid it's not only his idea." Chu Ce's smile was also a little cold, "Isn't there Lin Shuyu as an aide?"

Glancing at Chu Ce's gloomy face, Mei Geng seemed to see the gentle but arrogant Emperor Chu again, standing aloft and looking down on the world, presumably if he hadn't been so abusive and cruel, even if he was going to die, he would have been calm and dignified.

Xiping Prince's Mansion seemed to be outside the chaos, watching with cold eyes, but Lin Shangshu's Mansion was already in chaos.

First, it was found that the eldest son's bloody head was hung under the plaque on the gate of the mansion, and then there were broken corpses everywhere in the mansion, such as the broken bones and meat under the table case, and the human ear on the incense case. People searched for several hours, but the corpses were still so fragmented that they couldn't be pieced together, they were piled together more like rotten meat, only the head was considered complete, but the eyes and ears were also gouged out, and even the tongue was discarded in the inkstone.

Mr. Luo complained endlessly. He was an official in the same dynasty and was regarded as a colleague. Not to mention his miserable death. This man is the treasure of the prime minister's mansion and Lin Shangshu's family. Back then, Lin Zichen's case file was still in the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment. This is good. Young Master Lin's will also be included.

The old and frail Lin Shangshu had red eyes, but he was strangely calm, and he cupped his hands to Luo Shangshu and said, "Thank you Lord Luo for going through this."

"...How dare you?" Luo Kuan replied blankly, but he was quite surprised. He was still Lin Shangshu and wanted to make a big fuss, which was really unexpected.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the woman's almost deafening howl suddenly sounded: "My son! Lin Shuyu, Lin Shuyu, it must be that little bastard! He must be the one who did it cruelly!"

Lord Luo was startled, thinking that walking is the best policy, but before he could take a step, the crazy woman rushed over, was stopped by his servants and dragged back, she disappeared in the courtyard, but the sound of crying and howling never came. came from a distance.

Lin Lu pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, please."

"It's okay, Mr. Lin's condolences." Luo Kuan was thoughtful, but suddenly saw the man under the tree not far away, with handsome eyebrows and smiling eyes, as if he was laughing at this farce, and even full of interest.

——Lin Shuyu.

Luo Kuan narrowed his eyes, turned around and left.