Am I a scumbag?

From the seventh year of Jinyu to the ninth year of Jinyu, there were not many wars.

Zhuang Qingqu was busier than when he was fighting.As the Great Xialan King and the first-rank official of the imperial court, he has a lot of official duties even if he does not lead soldiers to fight.

During those few years, Zhuang Qingqu went to many places.

To oversee the construction of warships, to train new recruits at Camp Greenwillow.Go to Luojing, the fiefdom of the King of England, and see that young man who looks a bit like Emperor Jinyu in every way.

He has enjoyed watching King of England for some time.Seeing his reprint of Yan Yuliang, he imitated the example and led him in an orderly manner to lead the people of Luojing to find a better life.

Luojing is like spring all the year round.

Zhuang Qingqu passed by the field and met an 80-year-old man who was lame.The old man said that the world is really good now, and even an old man like him has something to take care of. Although he is quite old, he has not enjoyed enough blessings from the emperor, and he is reluctant to die.It can also use the waste heat pipe to manage the melon fields.

Passing by a mountain spring, several scribes were bickering in the gazebo by the spring.Sikong Xing, the chubby champion in Jinyu's first year, was unwilling to become an official in order to go to Luoyun, but in the eighth year of Jinyu, he often began to brag about the Great Summer, presenting facts and reasoning and talking about Confucianism, leaving a bunch of literati speechless .

He also went back to the capital a few times during the period. The Six Departments of the capital were brightly lit at night and many officials refused to go home. Outside, the east and west markets were bustling with shops until late at night.

In just ten years, both the officials in the capital and the villagers in the countryside have almost awakened the pride buried deep in their bones and blood. They believe that Da Xia will return to the kingdom of the kingdoms of Emperor Wu in his lifetime.

In those two years, we were on different sides.

Zhuang Qingqu often looked at the capital from afar.He also often received letters from the emperor outside.

Letters explaining official business, rigorous writing, and few comments.Very occasionally, Zhu Pi will write two more sentences.

Ask him if he is in good health and whether the medicinal materials are enough.Those few notebooks are now the tattered and oldest ones in all the treasures of Prince Lan's Mansion. Zhuang Qingqu always carried them with him back then, and liked to touch them by his pillow when he slept.

At that time, King Lan didn't dare to have extravagant thoughts.

Just thinking about it a little bit is enough.

He didn't know that one day in the future, he would have the opportunity to cuddle up with the emperor and revise memorials together.I didn't know that Yan Yuliang would use his beautiful cursive to write him a lovely note, the words were lively and playful, and there was a small vermilion flower on it...

In the ninth year of Jinyu, Zhuang Qingqu went to northern Xinjiang again.

As the sun was setting on the Gobi Desert, he brought Shi Yun some pear blossoms.He said, Master, I just went to the harbor to see the boats last month, and we also have bigger boats than Luoyun.

He said, Master, if you are still with us, you can see all this with your own eyes...

The sky gradually darkened until the desert was full of stars.

Zhuang Qingqu drank too much and talked a lot.He said, Master, did you ever have a lot of helplessness and regrets when you only focused on Da Xia?Are there people who are missed, let down, hidden in the heart and cannot be touched.

He said that he has been floating outside these years and has thought through many things.He should have been guarding and protecting Ah Zhao, silently accompanying him and supporting him by his side, instead of fighting and arguing willfully and clumsily.

When he was young, he was too impulsive and dull, and he didn't know how to love someone at all.

He was only sad and angry that Azhao cheated on him, but he never really thought about what the man had been facing all along.The man had survived in the cracks since he was a child, and he didn't even have a decent winter coat.She wholeheartedly supported the third prince, but in the end she could only watch him burn himself to death.Growing up with the son of a powerful minister, he has a deep affection, but one day he will turn against him, pull out his party members, and eradicate his family.

Knowing this, until the last moment, he would lower his eyes and keep smiling.

What kind of mood should it be.

……

The world is big and the rivers and mountains are beautiful.

In those two years, Zhuang Qingqu was often away, and after leaving northern Xinjiang, he went to many places.

Never give up.

The passing rivers, mountains and streams, every plant and tree, bustling towns, and green shepherd's wheat are all tainted with the breath of Emperor Jin Yu.The smiles on the road are telling him how good the person he loves is.

Although there are not many of him in the capital, the influence of King Lan's faction in the capital is increasing unabated.It was even more so at the barracks. People's hearts were never controlled by a tiger talisman. The Green Willow Camp had been fighting with King Lan for many years, and the soldiers were all of one mind with him.

With such a hidden danger, a bunch of old officials naturally wrote letters saying that he followed Zhuang Xinhuo, and rumors began to spread among the people that he had made great achievements.

A few years ago, Zhuang Qingqu was in a hurry.He even quarreled with Yan Yuliang, angry at him for not trusting him.

Today's Zhuang Qingqu doesn't care.

No matter what they said, he felt more and more that he was a very good minister of power - he was born with outstanding talents in literature, governance and martial arts, and he was originally a pillar of the country. Who could do better than him?Yes, he is indeed powerful, and he is especially good at handling affairs for Ah Zhao and picking up disobedient courtiers. Do you expect him to delegate power?dream.

There are many benefits to being an important minister of the country, and you can often receive letters from the emperor.Can make the emperor often think of him.

Occasionally suppressing him, he has the right to enjoy it.

In those two years, Zhuang Qingqu bought the short story book "Jinwu Zangdijiao", which Emperor Jinyu liked very much.Only then did I realize that this book was about a domineering man who spoiled the world and forced the palace peacefully, directly turning the emperor into an empress.The story of two people quarreling, abusing and abusing, and living a sweet life.

With Zhuang Qing and Qu's army in hand, he never planned to force the palace one day.

No one can force Ah Zhao's palace, unless he doesn't want to live anymore.And what he likes is the appearance of someone sitting on the dragon chair looking down on all living beings, calculating the world and striving to bring order.What kind of palace did he force?

But he still read the small story book countless times, and he didn't know what he was doing.

That's how it goes.

Zhuang Qingqu didn't expect him to stumble and get injured in an ordinary pursuit of a group of northern desert robbers.

News came from Beijing that Empress Luoyun had sent the portrait of her own sister to Daxia, and all the ministers said that it happened that Emperor Jinyu hadn't married yet, which was a rare good marriage.Perhaps because of this, he was disturbed and careless.

Zhuang Qingqu was seriously injured and sent back to Beijing. It is said that he looked very miserable and frightening.Later, when Su Xu and Fu Ling talked about this matter separately, they used the same word called "fragmentation".

I don't know why he didn't break his hands or feet, so he was "fragmented".

He was wearing a silver silk white robe that was bestowed by the emperor at that time, but later the wound was too sticky to take off, so it was cut from his body, and the clothes were genuinely torn to pieces.

Zhuang Qingqu lay down in Chuwei Palace for a long time because of his serious injury.

Those days were very delicate.

Emperor Jin Yu would stay by his sick bed and read the scriptures, and would return early every day in silence to accompany him.After thinking that he was asleep, he would lower his voice and repeatedly confirm his injury with the imperial physician, and would cover his painful wound secretly when he was tossing and turning.

Zhuang Qingqu's injuries recurred once in the middle of the journey, and he vomited blood and had a high fever.

Yan Yuliang kept watch all night, holding his hand, the sadness and pain in his red eyes could hardly be hidden.

But after Zhuang Qingqu recovered, he turned back into that heartless Emperor Jinyu.Zhuang Qingqu tried to approach him.I just want to rub my fingertips, but I can't even rub my fingertips.

He doesn't understand.

He still doesn't want him.

Zhuang Qingqu vaguely remembered those few days when everything was dark before his eyes, and he couldn't move or make any sound no matter what.Someone held his cold fingers and called him Xiaozhuang over and over in a low voice, and he talked to him a lot.Beg him to live.

Someone came to persuade him, but that person yelled hoarsely to tell others to get out. Zhuang Qingqu never knew that he would have such a trembling, distorted and outrageous voice.

But is all that true?Or was it another dream, another wishful thinking of his.

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In the autumn of the tenth year of Jinyu, the biggest military operation in Northern Xinjiang, Helan Hongzhu prefect Yu Wenhuaji and Tantai Hongli cooperated with each other, hoping that King Lan would use his body as bait to lure the main forces of Northern Desert to dispatch.

Tan Taihong's calculation kills two birds with one stone.Not only can he annihilate all the elites of Beimo in one fell swoop, but he can also kill him, his old enemy for many years.

But Zhuang Qingqu is not a fool, why should he sacrifice himself to become Tantai?Just because the one he loves is separated by mountains and seas, he can't move around, and all thoughts are lost?

Quite the opposite.

That time was not only a gamble for Tan Taihong, but also a gamble for him.

He rode his horse in northern Xinjiang, watching the strong sunset glow.He likes a person, and that person is the god of Daxia.But he wanted to embrace the gods in his arms and give him fireworks in the world. This was so difficult that he could only gamble with his life.

Once is not enough twice, and twice is not enough three times.

It doesn't matter, he is willing to bet.Ah Zhao deserves it.

There is always an illusion, always obsessed with thinking that that person... somewhat likes him.

If he can help him find Bei Mo this time, it will be a great merit.Although it is extremely dangerous to use his body as bait, Zhuang Qingqu is confident that he may not be invincible in a fight, not to mention that if he is injured again, he can go to Chuwei Palace, and everything will be more perfect if it is Tantaihong who hurts him.

He knows that the person he loves is a god, but that person is also the Azhao he has watched since he was a child.He knew that he was gentle in nature, but he didn't believe that he would never be moved.

What if.

That person felt sorry for him to some extent, and had given him a glimmer of hope a long time ago.What if.

Zhuang Qingqu sacrificed his bargaining chips willingly, but he never expected that the final price would be something he would never bear anyway.

Ah Zhao cared about him, more than he imagined.

But he got the answer in the most tragic way. w, please keep in mind:,