Fake concubine, real queen

Since the emperor asked Zhai Er to invite Yan Zhiya to take He Gu's pulse, she has never been stupid, so she guessed that He Gu was probably fine when she came here, and she had already prepared a plan for how to tell the emperor about it. , at this moment can be regarded as calm and composed.

Yan Zhiya said seriously: "If the grass people read it right, the child in Lord Hou's stomach is already more than three months old."

Hearing this, Pei Zhaoheng's mind went blank for a short moment, and soon he came back to his senses, and immediately looked down at He Gu who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and hadn't woken up. More distressed, or more worried.

Yan Zhiya didn't allow him to respond, and she became a little hesitant, and couldn't help asking cautiously: "Uh... Your Majesty?"

Pei Zhaoheng closed his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and finally calmed down after a while, opened his eyes and looked at Yan Zhiya and asked in a deep voice: "Then... that Zihuan has been poisoned by the Beirong people, will he treat him? And the child in the womb, what effect will it have?"

Yan Zhiya heard the words, pondered for a while, and said: "Master Hou's pulse condition is not serious, but I am not educated, so I really dare not guarantee that the child will be safe and sound. I have to take good care of my body, and I can't continue to toss, so that I can..."

Pei Zhaoheng nodded and was about to answer when a slightly hoarse voice came from the couch——

"...what are you talking about? What... what kid..."

Everyone turned their heads, just in time to meet He Houye's sleepy eyes that had just woken up.

Pei Zhaoheng, Yan Zhiya, Zhengye: "..."

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Since that day, Zong Ling was dismissed from the position of deputy general by the emperor in public, and sent to the Rui Xun camp by Liu Jianshan. Because he made a mistake, he was not allowed to participate in the drill anymore, and he was only asked to go to the back kitchen to do a job. The fireman was beaten by others, chopping wood and lighting the fire all day long, making his face ashamed.

Although there are many people with bold temperaments in the army, there is never a lack of wall to overwhelm everyone and make things worse. What's more, He Gu has rescued him when he broke the Xuanhuamen and became famous in World War I. In the past two months Later, he led all the soldiers to regain the lost ground of Wuling Mansion step by step, and defeated the Beirong people. Naturally, they are highly regarded in the army, so as long as others know about Zong Ling's mistakes, they will be able to recover. You can't help but give him face and throw him a blank stare.

In the past few days Zong Ling was working in the kitchen, and the chief fireman deliberately made things difficult for him, and gave him all the dirtiest and most tiring work, as if he wanted to look coldly at him, a once powerful rich man, making a fool of himself.

But this time, for some reason, Zong Ling seemed to be scolded by the emperor in public, knowing that he probably would never return to Xuan Zhuwei in the capital, so he no longer had such a spirit higher than the sky. He just kept silent and submissively split all the firewood for several people thrown to him by the fireman, and never complained a word.

Maybe it's because of bullying, it's interesting to see the other party resisting and annoyed. Zong Ling is so obedient, but the fire master found it rather boring, so he didn't continue to make things difficult for him.

On the other hand, after Zong Ling finished his work every day, he asked someone to inquire about General He's condition and whether he had woken up. It's just that for three days in a row, the replies were all exactly the same——

Zong Ling learned from other people that General He still hadn't woken up, but at this moment he was dispatched to the fire room again. He wanted to see how the general was doing, but he couldn't, and his heart became more and more anxious. He was busy chopping mountains of firewood all day long, so he didn't have time to think about things, but when he lay down and closed his eyes at night, his eyes were full of himself like a bewildered waste in Tianyue Gorge that day, flying towards him with the general , shouted "Be careful"——

In addition, during the fight, Zong Ling couldn't bear it no matter what, those eyes that were as bright as stars and as black as spots of paint, and He Gu's slightly stiff body when he held him and turned his back to take Mu Da's knife. Forget it from your mind.

Every time he thinks back on the events of that day, he hates himself for being so impulsive and chased out of Yanling City regardless of He Gu's previous instructions, and also hates himself for being full of confidence and pretentiousness before the battle. , but he was not as flexible as he thought he was. He was able to fight a hundred with one, and was found by the insidious Beirong Khan King. He was so tired that others came to rescue him, and two soldiers lost their lives for him. The general was also implicated by him and poisoned by the swords of the Beirong people, and his life and death are uncertain.

Zong Ling's mind is full of these things every day, and he can't let go of them at all. At first, he just couldn't sleep at night. When he was chopping wood on the third day, he couldn't help thinking back and forth in his mind, and he almost didn't call the axe. The foot was split--

Fortunately, on the fourth day, he was finally told to wait for the good news.

Before this, Zong Ling never imagined that the news of the awakening of the general whom he had always disliked would one day make him so excited and relieved.

He put in all his energy to split all the firewood for the day before evening, and brazenly disregarded the cynicism of the big brothers in the firehouse, bought meat and vegetables out of his own pocket, and cooked a few light and delicate dishes in the firehouse , just in time to go to Shuai Tent at dusk.

The chief fireman saw him, but he didn't stop him, he just snorted, and said to the men beside him: "This kid made such a big mistake and disobeyed the military order. Now that our general is awake, shouldn't he be punished according to the law?" Hit him with an [-]th army stick? How dare he rush to the commander's tent by himself, for fear that the general will not remember what happened to him?"

Another man next to him spit out half of the melon vine he was holding in his mouth, and cursed: "Boss, didn't you hear that? The general always treats this little bastard very badly. If it wasn't for the purpose of going To save him, to be able to suffer such a serious injury, is Rong Quan plotting against him? This bastard is probably sure that the general will not be willing to do anything to him, and now he is trying to be a good boy, begging for a lighter treatment!"

"According to me, you should stop the boss just now and don't tell him to go!"

But Zong Ling didn't know that the next few firemen were fighting for him, and he was stopped outside the commander's tent. Several soldiers of He Gu looked at him coldly and said: "Zong Ling, you are no longer in the general's office. Now that you are a lieutenant by your side, the handsome tent is not a place for idlers to come and go at will, why don't you go back to your own camp quickly?"

These soldiers of He Gu used to be Zong Ling sleeping in the same tent, drinking and eating together, and fighting side by side. Although Zong Ling didn't get along with them very well, he saw them change their faces at this moment. , Speak harshly, say that I don't feel uncomfortable, that's a lie.

Fortunately, since Zong Ling dared to come this time, he had already made mental preparations, but he lost his voice for a moment, and soon recovered, saying: "I... I just heard that the general woke up, and I am really worried about his health , I just brought a few porridge and vegetables, and I wanted to visit for a while, I had no other thoughts, I just put down the food, and I left immediately, and I would like to ask you brothers to do something..."

The other soldier who had been silent just now seemed to be unable to listen any longer. He could no longer hold back and said angrily: "Now you know how to worry about the general? Why didn't you know when you boldly disobeyed the military order? Get your things quickly Take it away, our general and the commander-in-chief of the army, can we still be short of your little soup and little water to eat? Hurry up and collect your rags, how far you can climb, our general finally woke up, don't let the general See you again, this unlucky man!"

Zong Ling was choked by him and couldn't utter a word, his face turned green and pale. His family has been farming and studying for generations. The heart of the exam, but also grew up under such influence, always self-respecting and caring about face, never being yelled at and scolded by someone who almost pointed at the nose, and felt awkward in front of the handsome tent, everyone stared at him coldly Embarrassed, I just wish I could find a crack in the ground and hide in it.

At this moment, a man's voice came from the tent.

"Who is making noise outside?"

... The voice was not General He, Zong Ling couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

The faces of the soldiers changed immediately, and the one who spoke just now was even more startled, and hurriedly said: "If you go back to the nobleman, it's... it's Zong..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted.

When Zong Ling saw the face of the person who lifted the curtain, he froze in place—

It was the emperor whom Zong Ling thought he should have returned to Beijing to take charge of the government when he met that day——

That day Liu Jianshan told him not to say a word about the emperor coming to the North to visit General He, and that the emperor would leave for Beijing the next day, but at this moment Zong Ling saw him here...

Could it be that the emperor has never returned to the capital, and only guarded the general in the commander's tent?

Pei Zhaoheng saw Zong Ling's eyebrows in a daze, and said, "So it's you."

Zong Ling managed to come back to his senses, realized who the person in front of him was, and immediately knelt down.

Pei Zhaoheng looked down at him, and said lightly: "You don't need to kneel, you can go back."

Zong Ling was carrying the food box, the knuckles of his five fingers turned white, and he was in a dilemma for a while. He didn't dare to ask him to resist the order, but let him go back like this. He couldn't see with his own eyes whether the general had really turned the corner. I really can't let go, and it's not a taste.

Pei Zhaoheng's eyes fell on the food box he was carrying, he paused slightly, and said, "Are you here to deliver food to Zihuan?"

Zong Ling hesitated for a while, but still replied, "Yes..."

Pei Zhaoheng was silent for a long while, then said: "In that case, come in and put down your things, then go back."

After he finished speaking, he turned and returned to the tent, obviously not thinking about Zong Ling who was standing at the door of the tent.

The emperor personally agreed, and several soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they didn't want this guy to enter the general's camp again, they didn't dare to resist the order, so they had to take back the long knife that stood in front of Zong Ling.

Zong Ling's palms were sweating a little, and he followed the emperor into the handsome tent, and within two steps of entering, he immediately smelled a smell of medicine in his nostrils. A man was leaning on those two pillows, his hair was loose, his profile was tall and handsome, but his lips were a little pale. The man was looking at his hands on the quilt with lowered eyebrows, as if I'm in a trance, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

Zong Ling had never seen General He who looked like this before, and immediately froze in place, but He Gu heard someone coming in, turned his head to look at Pei Zhaoheng, and immediately found Zong Ling behind him, slightly startled , said: "...Xiaozong?"

Zong Ling wanted to reply, but seeing his appearance, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He felt guilty, but also felt ashamed. For a while, his throat was so dry that he couldn't say anything, and he could only saw his mouth gourd. The box was placed on the table.

As soon as he put down the food box, he immediately noticed that there was also a half-opened food box on the table. The dishes inside were rich and exquisite, obviously a hundred times better than the one he sent. The emperor didn't even look at him, just picked it up from the side of the table A bowl of bird's nest porridge went back to He Gu's couch and sat down, "It's not hot anymore."

He Gu raised his eyes to look at him, but didn't say a word. After a long while, Pei Zhaoheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned his head to the other side, and said in a muffled voice, "...then I don't want to eat either."

Pei Zhaoheng said: "If you don't eat, you have to eat."

He Gu: "..."

To be honest, until now, he was actually still immersed in the shock and bewilderment of knowing that he "had" again, and slept for several days in a row. It would be a lie to say that he was not hungry, but as long as he thought of eating and drinking enough, He had to endure another toss when he gave birth to Baoyin, and he lost his appetite immediately.

Pei Zhaoheng took a spoonful from the bowl and brought it to his lips to lick it, looked up at He Gu and frowned and said, "If you don't eat any more, it will be cold."

He Gu couldn't help being looked at by him, and he really couldn't help but stare at him so well for a moment. After a long while of stalemate, he had to compromise in the end.

The two fed each other like this, and the other finished a bowl of bird's nest porridge, scooped up the bottom of the bowl, and watched He Gu take the bowl and drank the last bit with his own eyes. Only then was Pei Zhaoheng satisfied, stood up and turned around Turning his head, he saw the young man who came in with him carrying the food box just now, standing beside the table of the Eight Immortals, looking at them in a daze, then he remembered this person, and said: "Didn't I ask you to put down the food box?" Just go back, what are you still doing here?"

Zong Ling suddenly came back to his senses, then hastily stuttered and confessed, turned around and left, the back looked a little embarrassed for some reason.

After he left, Pei Zhaoheng turned his head and looked down at Consultant He and said, "What is Zihuan going to do with this child."

He Gu held the bowl and pondered for a moment, then said: "Let's deal with it according to the military law."

Pei Zhaoheng was silent for a moment, seemingly surprised by He Gu's answer, but still nodded and said, "Okay, you can deal with it yourself."

He Gu sighed, and said: "It's a pity... I thought he was a malleable talent, if I can't help Brother Heng anymore, only Brother Liu, I'm afraid it won't be enough, so I have the heart to grind him... "

Pei Zhaoheng said: "Don't feel guilty, it's not Zihuan's fault."

He Gu paused, and said: "Brother Heng, although I intended to save Zong Ling that day, I did not enter the Tianyue Gorge solely to save him. The Beirong people's reinforcements had not yet arrived, and the terrain in the gorge was closed. He happened to be caught again, and he wanted to catch him. That time was a god-given opportunity, and it would never come again. Fortunately, although there was no danger, he was caught and returned. In the future, with their King Khan in their hands, they can come if they want to. Dealing with the Beirong people for a while, no matter whether they want to replace Mu Da or re-establish a new king, it will take time, and the Beidi will have a few more years of peace, so it is good to rest and recuperate."

Pei Zhaoheng listened quietly, and waited for him to finish word by word before nodding his head and saying: "...Okay, I know everything."

He Gu was taken aback for a moment, secretly feeling that something was wrong with Pei Zhaoheng's reaction, but then he heard him say: "Let's leave the military affairs of the Northland to Liu Jianshan and the other soldiers for the time being, and I will take him back to Beijing when I am here. The arrangements are settled, the most important thing is that you have our child now, you can no longer work like this, you can rest in two days, and then go back as a teacher."

He Gu choked up, and being reminded of this matter again, he couldn't help muttering: "...I still think that Dr. Yan may have read it wrong? The medicine she gave me back then, I I clearly ate it, how could it be so soon..."

Before he could finish speaking, his mind flashed back to the little purse that Yan Zhiya gave him after being proclaimed into the palace when the late emperor was still there. They seemed to have told him at that time that his body was not in good shape. It's not that he can no longer conceive, and he is required to take the medicine according to the prescription in his purse——

He Gu obeyed obediently and did as he was told, but after taking the medicine, and after more than three years, there was no abnormality in his body, so he instinctively felt that it would be impossible for him to "live" again, so naturally he didn't intend to continue to have sex with Yan again. The girl begged for that kind of medicine to save embarrassment.

But he never expected...

He Guchang sighed, with a sad expression on his face.

Seeing his expression, Pei Zhaoheng didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Zihuan...but don't you want to give birth to this child for me?"

He Gu's expression froze, apparently stunned by the question.

Pei Zhaoheng's question is not so much because of the whim of the child in He Gu's womb, but rather because he has had this thought for a long time. After all, when he was pregnant with Baoyin, He Gu thought of losing the child more than once. Well, although Pei Zhaoheng had never mentioned these things to him, he knew everything in his heart like a mirror.

Saying you don't mind at all, that's a lie.

It is true that Zihuan is a man, it is true that the war was urgent at that time, and it is true that there is nothing to blame for Zihuan's decision, but Zihuan is really going to kill his child with his own hands, how can Pei Zhaoheng be happy about it?

He never asked, and never bothered with Zihuan about the matter of the child's placement at that time. Rather than saying that he didn't mind, it would be better to say that he didn't dare——

Whether it's this reborn life or the lost He Zihuan, they are all precious to Pei Zhaoheng. He doesn't dare to ask for too much, and he just wants to hold, hold, and hold on to the person he has already held in his hands. He never let go, never asked him to leave his own world again, he didn't want to think about the feeling of being helpless when he looked at He Gu's spirit seat in his previous life for a moment——

So it's not so much that I don't care, it's better to say that I don't dare to ask.

...But now that this child has no more wars, no more unavoidable feelings, no more unavoidable things to do, would Zihuan be willing to keep him?

He couldn't help holding his breath, and the quiet needle drop could be heard in the tent, but Zihuan, who was leaning on the pillow, didn't reply for a long time.

Pei Zhaoheng felt that his heart was falling and falling with the passage of time, every minute and every second, and finally seemed to sink into a place he had never felt before, which was a bit suffocating. Maintaining the last bit of calmness, never losing his composure, he could force a flawless smile, and said, "It's okay... I... I'm just asking, this child is only three months old, if Zihuan doesn't want to It's not too late to keep him and ask Dr. Yan to prescribe a prescription..."

No one knows better than Pei Zhaoheng himself. Although what he said seems to be calm and breezy, in fact, every word seems to be knocked on the ribs, causing a dull pain.

In the end, even he himself was in a daze, almost not knowing what he was talking about.

He Gu suddenly let out a long breath, and said in a low voice: "Brother Heng, what are you talking about..."

Pei Zhaoheng was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and looked up at He Gu.

He Gu's tone was a bit helpless, although he was somewhat embarrassed, but he still said seriously: "Didn't you say that you want to be a dignified couple with me, Brother Heng?"

"In that case...this is me and your child, why not him?"

When Pei Zhaoheng heard what he said, his eyes seemed to be glued to He Gu's face, and he never looked away.

He had never felt it so clearly before, and his falling heart returned to its original position little by little, and then looking at the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him, it became more and more scorching hot.

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Because they were traveling in plain clothes, the carriages and horses escorting the emperor back to Beijing at sunset were also low-key, and there were no big movements such as guards of honor.

He Gu took a rest early, slept in the dark all night, woke up the next morning to eat something, and asked Ning Lang and several lieutenants to come in and order one thing——

Zong Ling blatantly disobeyed the military order. Now that he is awake, he can no longer procrastinate, and must be dealt with immediately, otherwise the soldiers below will inevitably feel that he is trying to cover up and shake the morale of the army. For Liu Jianshan, it's not good for him to go back to Beijing to be the commander of his Xiaoyao Twelve Guards, but leave a mess for others.

It's just that He Gu didn't expect that he asked his own soldiers to bring Zong Ling here. This bastard seemed to be a different person. He didn't look like his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes in front of him. Kneeling under the tent honestly, very obedient.

But when he thought about it carefully, it might be that after the drill at this moment, the morale of the three armies was at its peak. In front of so many pairs of eyes, Zong Ling wanted to make a fuss, but he didn't think he had the guts.

He Gu said in a deep voice: "Zong Ling, do you know why you disobeyed the military order, and this general rescued you back and spared your life?"

The Chenghe camp had been under He Nanfeng's command for many years, and there were quite a few old members of the He family in it. The second battalion, Shenwu and Ruixun, were well-trained. Before, it was completely silent.

Zong Ling's throat was a little dry, his Adam's apple rolled, and he replied: "The last general... I don't know."

He Gu squeezed the order sign in his hand, closed his eyes, paused every single word, and said in a deep voice in front of the soldiers of the three armies: "This general saved you because you are a citizen of my Dai Viet Dynasty, you are I am a soldier under He Mou, what mistakes have you made, you should be punished, beaten, and killed, and you should act according to the laws of my Dai Yue Dynasty, and it is the military affairs of my Chenghe camp. In the hands of the Beirong people, you were tortured by mermaids, so I rescued you."

"It's true that you helped the general capture Mu Da, but you disobeyed the military order and neglected your duty that day, and you were so tired that the two brothers who didn't have to die and should be rewarded for their merits when they came back, it's true that you died because of you."

"Zong Ling, this general asks you, do you know your mistake, are you convinced?"

Zong Ling didn't say a word, just knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a muffled voice: "The villain knows his mistake, he is convinced, and is willing to be punished by the general."

He Gu nodded and said, "Okay."

He also said: "You have made a contribution to the capture of King Beirong Khan, and your merits and demerits are equal. This general will not pursue your various minor demerits, but disobedience to military orders is a serious demerit and must be punished."

After saying this, he threw down the warrant that he had held in his hand for a long time, and said, "Eighty army sticks, execute."

At this moment, everyone's expression changed, not to mention Ning Lang, even Zheng Ye was startled, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he couldn't help but whispered behind him: "Master, eighty army sticks? You Did I make a mistake..."

Although disobedience to military orders, according to Chenghe camp's express military regulations, is indeed eighty army sticks, but the eighty army sticks are basically counted towards the dead. Army sticks are not bamboo boards used by children at home. If you don't get out of bed for ten days and a half, you may be disabled if you go down with fifty army sticks. As for eighty, you will live or die, it depends on whether your ancestors have accumulated virtue.

It's not that Zhengye wants to intercede with Zong Ling, but after all, this brat was rescued from Beirong people by his Lord Hou with great difficulty. If he was really beaten to death like this, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?

But He Gu turned a deaf ear and only said: "Execution!"

The criminal officers below didn't react for a while, hesitating and daring not to make a move, but Zong Ling kowtowed towards He Gu from a distance without saying a word, and said in a muffled voice: "The villain is punished."

After finishing speaking, he consciously lay down on the torture bench next to him, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

He was so self-conscious that it didn't matter if the criminal officer didn't do anything, so he stood on the left and the right, raised his army stick and began to execute the sentence.

Fortunately, it was still spring, and the sun was not scorching at noon, which made Zong Ling suffer a little less, but the army stick was not a joke after all, it was just the sound of falling down and hitting the flesh firmly , Listening to it makes people's teeth tighten, and their hearts feel weak.

Zong Ling was also a man of backbone. He had been beating the [-]th army stick for some time, but he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

After the [-]th army stick was beaten, Zong Ling on the torture bench had not moved at all, and he didn't know whether this kid was alive or not, but the surroundings were really silent, and no one had a word to say that's it.

After the battle broke up, He Gucai asked someone to carry Zong Linglian and his torture bench to the tent.

Zhengye's hands trembled a little, and he carefully moved under Zong Ling's nose to test his breath, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm still alive, I'm not dead yet."

Ning Lang couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief on the side, and said: "It's good if you still have breath, that means you can still endure it, as long as you can survive, you can save your life, Xiao Zong, did you hear that?"

Zhengye was a little speechless and choked, before he said after a while: "What about the eighty army stick, can you survive it with you, brother Ning? Let me see..."

Before Zhengye finished speaking, He Gu squatted down in front of the torture bench, took out a small pill from his cuff, and stuffed it into Zong Ling's mouth.

It's just that Zong Ling was lying on his stomach, and it was not easy to feed the pill, so he vomited it out after trying twice.

Ning Lang Nahan said: "General, what is this?"

He Gu didn't answer him, just picked up Zong Ling's head, and said to him word by word: "I hit you with eighty army sticks today, firstly, you really deserve to be punished, and secondly, I will give you a chance, if you If you still want to gain a foothold in the army in the future, you will have to bear the eighty army sticks, if I don’t hit you, you will have to chop firewood in the firehouse for the rest of your life, and you are not qualified to fight the enemy again, do you understand?”

"Zong Ling, listen, if you can't survive these eighty army sticks, it's God's will, and I can't do anything about it, but if you can survive, then you will start anew in the Chenghe camp under my command! But, what if you don't want this opportunity?"