I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

"Don't do that next time."

In the army tent, Xiao Lulu shivered and peeled off General Ye's clothes, preparing to apply medicine for General Ye, and suffered scolding at the same time.

"You said that you are so small, you will die with one arrow, why are you blocking it? And I may not be able to avoid it, but if you block it like this, you will die in vain, you stupid fool."

Ye Zhuolin was half naked, sitting carelessly on the bed, enjoying the Xiaolu road medicine service for free.The young man's skin was smooth, but the contours of his muscles were already visible, making the arrow wounds look particularly pervasive.

However, on the way to take the medicine, although Ye Zhuolin was so painful that his back trembled a few times, he just kept silent, and Xiao Lulu was also silent. .

Looking at the wound, Xiao Lu Luguang felt chills down his spine: "Does it not hurt?"

Ye Zhuolin lightly raised his bandaged hand: "The armor on the shoulder blocked it, it's just a flesh wound, this is the only pain."

After imagining the scene of piercing his palm, Xiaolulu trembled all over, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know who shot the arrow. If I know, I will definitely..."

"What must happen to you?" Ye Zhuolin rested his chin leisurely.

Xiaolulu paused for a moment, his momentum immediately weakened, and he spit out some polite idioms: "If you cut your bones into pieces, your bones will be ashes."

"Good!" Ye Zhuolin made an applause.

"..." Xiaolulu scratched his head, not knowing what it meant.

Seeing Xiao Lulu's bewildered eyes, Ye Zhuolin let out an "oops" and said with a smile, "I'm just emotional. This is the first time someone wants to vent my anger since I was a child. It's strange."

Xiaolulu tilted his head, still puzzled.

"Hey." Ye Zhuolin sighed and rubbed Xiao Lulu's head, "It's very cold at high places, you don't understand."

It's too cold, but no one wants to help you warm up.

But Ye Zhuolin was only impressed for a moment, and was immediately attracted by a scent: "Hey? What smell?"

Xiao Lulu opened the curtain slightly: "They are roasting sweet potatoes, do you want Brother Ye? If you want to eat, I will roast them for you."

Ye Zhuolin hurriedly beckoned: "No, no, hurry up, help me up, I'll go bake by myself."

Xiaolulu hesitated: "The doctor said you can't get out of bed and walk around."

"I don't move around, I just go for food, hurry up, this thing needs to be baked to be delicious."

So Ye Zhuolin was supported by Xiaolulu, and moved out step by step with difficulty.

As soon as they saw Ye Zhuolin, everyone immediately put down the sweet potatoes in their hands and stood up in unison. The scene suddenly became serious.

Ye Zhuolin seemed to be used to it, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, I'll come over for a meal."

Immediately, the crowd started to smile again, talking about everything, and naturally handed Ye Zhuolin a raw sweet potato. After comparing the before and after, even Xiao Lulu could see the seriousness of the group of people just now, it was just...pretentious.

After all, Ye Zhuolin is too young, younger than the people he manages, and he is not that serious and rigid, but has a very lively personality, and it is easy to fight with his subordinates, as if he is a group of buddies.But his outstanding military exploits and his decisiveness in killing and attacking have naturally established his majesty. This group of people will not disrespect him just because he is easy to talk. They are buddies when chatting, but they are still generals on the battlefield.

"Brother Ye is only three years older than me." Xiao Lulu thought to himself, "He is already a general, I..."

Before he had time to feel sad, Ye Zhuolin suddenly stuffed the raw sweet potato into Xiaolulu's hand, then got up and snatched the baked sweet potato from a soldier, and with the soldier's "Damn it", Ye Zhuolin will The baked sweet potatoes were handed to Xiao Lulu, and the raw ones were brought back.

"Hey, you eat a pad to fill your stomach first, but their baked goods are not as good as mine. Later you eat my roasted ones and compare them."

"General..." The soldier ran out of sweet potatoes and was ridiculed for a meal. His bitterness was almost overflowing, "General, why don't you roast him yourself, I'm hungry too."

"It's okay, I believe you won't starve to death." Ye Zhuolin's conscience didn't hurt at all.

The soldier wailed: "Did you see it? It's all mortal flesh. General, you are partial."

Ye Zhuolin said confidently, "I am the wounded number!"

"Can a wounded person take away food?"

All of a sudden, the barracks became like a vegetable market. Xiaolulu held the branches with sweet potatoes in a fixed frame, stared intently at the leafy forest where the same subordinates fought together, and shouted: "I am Hurt number! I am still your head! You are the next to commit crimes!"

Xiao Lulu just looked at him like this, as if even if a bomb exploded suddenly, he could still look at him like this.

After all, Ye Zhuolin was wounded, and those who fought with him dared not touch him at all. After a while, it became a bit boring. Ye Zhuolin yawned, and when he turned around, he met Xiaolulu's clear eyes. Quiet and distant.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Ye Zhuolin's yawn almost froze, "Why does it feel like I'm going to die tomorrow?"

Xiao Lulu lowered his head immediately, and turned the sweet potato in his hand guiltily, Ye Zhuolin looked down, and noticed the intact sweet potato in Xiao Lulu's hand.

"Why don't you eat? Can't peel?" Ye Zhuolin stepped forward and squatted down.

Xiaolulu didn't say a word, and he really didn't know how to eat these things.

Ye Zhuolin sighed: "Jiaogui, you've been looking for me for a few years and you've been pampered."

Although he was disgusted, he still took the sweet potato, put it on his lap, helped Xiao Lulu peel the sweet potato with one hand, and blew carefully: "It shouldn't be hot anymore, eat it."

Xiao Lulu took the sweet potato carefully, took a tentative bite, and then blinked at Ye Zhuolin.

Very fragrant, never tasted it before.

Ye Zhuolin looked disgusted: "Is it very ordinary? I told you, my baked one is the best. Wait a minute, I will bake one for you myself."

So Xiaolulu was forced to stuff three sweet potatoes by Ye Zhuolin, and he hiccupped.

"Who bakes it deliciously?" Ye Zhuolin's eyes were full of expectation.

Xiaolulu's mouth was full of sweet potatoes, he said vaguely but without hesitation: "You baked deliciously, especially delicious."

"That's right, do you want more?"

"No more, no more." Xiao Lulu pointed to his swollen mouth, "I can't eat it."

The soldiers who were already full were staring at it in a daze.

"General, look..."

"I won't bake it for you, go away!"

"..."

Time flies, and the traces left by the war are washed away by the heavy rain. It seems that there has never been a fight here. After the city was broken, the offensive was suspended, and Ye Zhuolin was able to breathe.

In a blink of an eye, it was more than two years.

Ye Zhuolin is still a few months away from becoming a weak crown, and Xiao Lulu is just 17 years old.

It is estimated that he was fed too much by Ye Zhuolin in the past two or three years, and Xiao Lulu obviously grew a lot taller, and his height has already caught up with an adult man.But Ye Zhuolin is also quite fierce, nearly half a head taller than ordinary men, and Xiao Lulu can barely reach his eyebrows.

It's very lively recently, because it will be Emperor Zhao Feng's birthday in a few days, and the war has been calm recently, and occasionally a few battles are complete victories, Zhao Feng finally set up a banquet like a joke, and invited Ye Zhuolin and other generals to return to Beijing to celebrate their birthday .

Although Ye Zhuolin occasionally joined the court, but most of the time he was usually bored in the barracks, and felt that he was depressed. It was rare to meet this banquet, so he naturally accepted the invitation and took Xiaolulu along.

The two rushed over, rode for several days, and finally arrived at the foot of the imperial city. At this time, they were wandering in the street because they had to prepare birthday gifts.

Young people change day by day, Ye Zhuolin has grown very fast in the past two years, not only his size, but also his temperament has matured a lot, and his whole person looks more calm.Xiaolulu also gradually faded away, and when she was by Ye Zhuolin's side, she no longer looked like a young master and a book boy, but rather like a big brother and his little brother guard.

Both of them were handsome, Xiaolulu might be a little tender, but Ye Zhuolin was like a living handkerchief harvester dangling in the street, and they still couldn't get over it. Some people threw their handkerchiefs away, and they were about to be returned When he came back, he threw out the vegetable leaves in a hurry.

"I'm stupid." Ye Zhuolin was thrown out of his temper, dragged Xiaolulu and ran straight away, hid at the corner, panting, "What are these things, I haven't breathed the air of the capital for several years, and the girls nowadays So big?"

Xiaolulu helped him remove the vegetable leaves stuck in his hair: "I told you earlier, you are so pretty, if I were a girl, I would be more enthusiastic than them."

As soon as the voice fell, it felt a little wrong.

Xiao Lulu paused, Ye Zhuolin seemed to have a big question mark written on his face.

"I... I'll go over there and buy you a mask, shall I?" Xiaolulu tentatively asked.

"Well, well, hey, buy one for yourself." Ye Zhuolin said with his hands on his hips, "Please look at your own face, do you really think that all the handkerchiefs and leaves were thrown at me?"

"Do I have it too?" Xiao Lulu looked very happy, "Does that mean that I am not much different from Brother Ye?"

"...Why is your focus so strange?"

"It's not surprising... If I'm on par with Brother Ye, I'm qualified to be by Brother Ye's side."

"..."

Why does this sound so strange?

But Ye Zhuolin couldn't figure out what was wrong at the moment, and now he was full of thoughts about what to give Zhao Feng.He doesn't have gold, silver, treasures, rare treasures, charming beauties...he doesn't even have them, so...names and famous paintings?

But where did he get famous paintings?Do you draw it yourself?

It just so happened that Xiao Lulu came back from buying a mask, Ye Zhuolin said casually: "You said, I will write a pair of words myself and send it to the emperor, will it work?"

Xiao Lulu didn't understand: "Huh?"

"Hey, I just write a random word, and then brag about myself. Anyway, the bastard sells melons, sells melons and boasts, and no one knows whether this melon is good or not."

Xiao Lulu couldn't help correcting: "That's Wang Po selling melons."

"Who cares about the bastard is still the queen." Ye Zhuolin suddenly opened the door to the new world, "Go, go, buy pens and ink."

After half a stick of incense, Ye Zhuolin found a place, spread out the paper on a cushion, pretended to press it with a paperweight, rubbed some ink casually, dipped it, swished it twice, and finished writing.

Xiaolulu looked at it for a long time before he could recognize the four words: "Health...health?"

"Well, does it look good?" Ye Zhuolin asked with a smile.

Xiaolulu: "..."

He just felt that this word... could ward off evil spirits.

In the end, Xiaolulu beat around the bush and said, "Can I try?"

Ye Zhuolin didn't think much, changed a piece of paper, and gave the brush to Xiaolulu.

Xiaolulu took a deep breath and slowly wrote four big characters.

National Security.

The strokes are stable, the strokes are smooth, and the font is between cursive script and cursive script. It is more chic than cursive script, and more regular than cursive script.It's not particularly good-looking, but it can be seen that it has been practiced. It's enough to bluff people by selling melons.

"Have you ever practiced calligraphy?" Ye Zhuolin asked curiously.

Xiaolulu said modestly: "I have practiced for a while."

"Teach me a little bit later." Ye Zhuolin patted Xiao Lulu's shoulder firmly, "The group of idiots mocked me for being ugly all the time, I've had enough, it's up to you whether you can stand up or not."

Xiaolulu nodded.

"Okay, your writing looks good, so I'll use yours." Ye Zhuolin yawned, accepted the words, and took Xiaolulu's hand naturally, "Let's go, I will definitely hold a celebration banquet for you when we go back. Ha ha."