National teacher, he is a sick beauty

When Chu Lang returned to the imperial study room, Shen Ci was sitting in front of the desk writing something, the sun was shining on his face, light and dark intertwined, as if covered with a layer of sunlight, the white and slender fingers were holding the Langhao pen , One stroke at a time, with a focused expression.

Chu Lang couldn't help but think of when Shen Ci taught him calligraphy when he was a child, that person sat opposite him indifferently, occasionally against the light, like a strict teacher, but sometimes he would sit behind him and hold his hand. Hands writing together, although there is a slight chill in the embrace, Chu Lang's heart is unconsciously warm.

He also thought that it is good that there is one person between them who is warm, and he can warm and resign.

But later...

Chu Lang closed her eyes, unwilling to think about it.

Sensing that the light in front of him was blocked, Shen Ci looked up, and saw the little emperor standing against the light with his hands behind his back, the expression on his face was dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Shen Ci knew that it shouldn't be a good thing.

He got up and greeted him: "Your Majesty."

Chu Lang couldn't help but pull him to the table and sit down: "Zhao Yin said you didn't eat?"

Shen Ci withdrew his hand, and it was fine if the little emperor didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Shen Ci remembered the matter of being forced to drink medicine, and his heart that had calmed down just now became angry again.

Although there was no expression on Shen Ci's face, Chu Lang knew that he was annoyed after being with him for many years, so he smiled: "Mr. No wonder."

Shen Ci brought up the old story again: "The minister is a foreign minister, it is not suitable to stay in the palace for a long time, the minister should return home."

Chu Lang still stopped him: "Mr. is seriously ill and should not move around. Come back when you recover."

Shen Ci took a deep look at him: "Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty, please don't break your promise then."

Chu Lang's gaze skipped over the incense burner behind Shen Ci intentionally or unintentionally, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Yan is asking to see you." Zhao Yin pushed the door open and entered, reporting respectfully.

When Chu Lang heard this name, he raised his brows, his expression that had been smiling just now suddenly sank, and the surroundings looked as if it was going to rain.

Only he knew that one year after Shen Ci's death.

It was another heavy snow, the same cold, and the same snow covered Kyoto, as if history was repeating itself.

The night before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, the palace was brightly lit, and the imperial study room was filled with palace lanterns, but it was as quiet as a deserted place, except for the two figures cast on the screen window as the candlelight flickered.

Sitting in front of the desk, Chu Lang looked coldly at the person in front of him, who was still dressed in dark court clothes, holding a sword with a cold light, and the end of the sword pointed directly at Chu Lang.

Chu Lang didn't move, he looked at the iron sword less than one meter away from him, or at the person holding the sword, as if he had expected today: "Lin Yu, do you think you can kill me?" ?”

Lin Yu showed a sinister smile, as if he had finally succeeded. He looked at Chu Lang, who was drugged by him and couldn't use his strength, and said with hatred: "No matter how good your kung fu is, you can only do it now." Catch him without a fight, Chu Lang, how does it feel to be betrayed?"

Hearing what he said, Chu Lang seemed to be bringing up old things again, and he was a little puzzled: "Obviously you helped me eradicate the national teacher and help me regain power, why are you speaking for Shen Ci now? Although you are not the prince, you were the emperor Treat them like parents and children, and make them kings with different surnames, why do you want to do this?"

Lin Yu seemed to have heard something ridiculous: "The king with a different surname? Oh, do you think I really care? As a parent and son? But your good father is my enemy who killed my father and mother! Not only do I want revenge, I also want to take back the great Chu Jiangshan that my parents brought down, this is mine!"

At this point, Chu Lang finally understood that what is the most loyal courtier, all of this is Lin Yu's conspiracy. Since last year's ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Lin Yu has used his hands to remove the biggest stumbling block, Shen Ci, until now. , Lifting the sword to force the palace.

Shen Ci is right, in this capital, there is no one worthy of his trust, even if this person's parents are loyal ministers and generals, it does not mean that their children will be loyal to him.

Sometimes, even I can't believe it.

When Lin Yu met Shang Chulang's sinister gaze, he felt a chill behind his back, as if he was the prey in the hands of the emperor who didn't even have the strength to resist at the moment. This feeling was very strange.

Chu Lang quietly looked at the man in front of him whom he didn't know at all. Although Lin Yu had the military power in his hands, the brigade was stationed at the edge, and the guards in the capital were all his men. He just had to wait for a while until Gu Qing came...

Under Lin Yu's shocked gaze, Chu Lang stood up, swung the sword pointed at him, and walked up to Lin Yu: "What do you mean by saying that the late emperor killed your parents?"

Lin Yu took two steps back, and didn't want to say more. He looked at Chu Lang's calm expression, and understood: "I know what you are waiting for, are you waiting for Gu Qing?"

Chu Lang frowned, and saw that the door of the imperial study room was opened, and Gu Qing in military uniform entered. The man did not take Lin Yu down immediately, but looked at him quietly instead.

Chu Lang's heart sank: "Gu Qing, even you betrayed me? Why?"

Lu Qing clenched the sword at his waist, and his Adam's apple twitched: "Because of Shen Ci."

Chu Lang looked at him suspiciously, Gu Qing was loyal to the late Emperor, and Shen Ci was the murderer who killed the late Emperor, but now, Gu Qing stood here and said to him, because Shen Ci betrayed him?

What is the relationship between Lu Qing and Shen Ci...?

However, he has not yet figured out the reason, nor has he been able to find out why. Lin Yu took advantage of this moment of loss of consciousness, and the cold sword light flashed away, and the blood was sprinkled on the palace lantern. Put out the candle.

It turned out that when Shen Ci died, he felt like this.

Betrayed mercilessly by someone he trusted, and then killed with his own hands.

So sad, so heartbroken...

Shen Ci is right, in this capital, there is no one worthy of his trust, even if this person's parents are loyal ministers and generals, it does not mean that their children will be loyal to him.

Sometimes, even I can't believe it.

At that time, he only thought it was a fallacy, but now it seems that Shen Ci is right.

Zhao Yin waited tremblingly at the door.

Shen Ci also noticed Chu Lang's emotions, and was a little puzzled. Although Chu Lang and King Yan did not get along, Chu Lang would never use such murderous emotions towards King Yan. What happened today?

Seeing this, Shen Ci said: "Since Your Majesty has something to discuss, I will take my leave."

Chu Lang's eyes flickered, and she stared at Shen Ci, quite puzzled: "I told the ministers this morning that my husband is ill, but now that my husband walks out of my imperial study door, isn't he slapping me in the face?"

"That minister..."

Before Shen Ci made an excuse, Chu Lang interrupted him first: "Since Mr. is sick, he should lie down on the bed."

After speaking, he pointedly looked towards the dragon bed behind the screen.

Shen Ci frowned, it's okay that he slept on the dragon bed last night and no one knew about it, now in front of King Yan, how could he sleep there.

Chu Lang seemed to have guessed what Shen Ci was thinking, and patted his leg with a smile: "It's okay if you don't want to sleep on the dragon bed..."

Before Shen Ci could heave a sigh of relief, the little emperor continued: "...Mr. is seriously ill and exhausted, but he insists on working hard for me, Da Chu. Overworked, he collapsed in my arms to rest, which is not too much."

Shen Ci: "..."

Shen Ci took a deep breath, turned around and entered behind the screen, and then Chu Lang nodded at Zhao Yin, signaling to let him in.

Yan Wang Lin Yu came directly into the palace without even changing his court clothes. As soon as he entered, he saluted Chu Lang gently and respectfully: "Your Majesty, Sheng An."

The moment Chu Lang entered the door, he put away his low mood and endless murderous intent in his eyes, and changed into a childish and easy-to-control appearance pretending to be old-fashioned. He raised his hand: "Forget it."

Lin Yu got up, and his eyes fell on Chu Lang, but he caught a glimpse of two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table from the corner of his eye. He knew that he had guessed right.

Chu Lang lowered his eyes, and asked rather coldly: "What's the important thing for King Yan to enter the palace?"

Lin Yu smiled slightly. His facial features were already gentle, and this smile made him even more gentle: "In the early court, Your Majesty handed over the ceremony to the Minister of Rites. Heavy, come and visit me by the way."

Chu Lang sneered in his heart, and it was the same on his face. At this moment, he didn't know whether he was keeping the agreement and was not in line with the rumors, or he was sincerely going to confront Lin Yu: "The imperial decree has been issued, and I am afraid it cannot be taken back."

Lin Yu was dismissed with a bad expression on his face: "How can your majesty be so rash for such an important decision? Since the national teacher is seriously ill, it is inappropriate to push this matter to others. As the king of a country, your majesty should think twice before acting. .”

Chu Lang's eyes sank, and he chuckled softly: "Although this is the intention of the national teacher, it is also my decision. Does King Yan have objections to my will?"

Lin Yu was taken aback for a moment, and he looked at the little emperor with some doubts, but the latter didn't show any displeasure or sullen expression, as if he was really just asking him if he had any objections to this.

But just now he clearly heard from the tone that was different from the previous decisiveness. Although the little emperor didn't listen to Shen Ci's words, he also knew that the emperor's promises would never change. In the past, even if Shen Ci was there, the two pretended Disagreement will not directly reject the matter until there is no room for change.

Lin Yu looked at Chu Lang and felt that he was a little different, but he couldn't tell the specifics.

Seeing that he was silent, Chu Lang said, "Is there anything else that King Yan has to do?"

Lin Yu came back to his senses and glanced in the direction of the screen, but through the screen, he could also see the restless look of the person inside: "Master Guoshi is sleeping on the emperor's dragon bed, I'm afraid it's not right. OK?"

The bed in the inner room was reflected on the screen, the slumped quilt was neatly covered, only Shen Ci's head was exposed, his long hair drooped slightly, perhaps the pillow was too high, his head was not resting on it, but was far away from the edge of the bed Nearly, the long hair just hung down like this, hanging by the bed, pouring down like a waterfall.

As he spoke, he stepped up and walked towards the inside of the screen.

Chu Lang didn't stop him.

Lin Yu entered the inner room, but saw that Shen Ci, who was supposed to be lying on the dragon couch, was kneeling on the edge of the bed at the moment, lying on the side of the bed and sleeping peacefully. From the outside, separated by a screen, it looked like he was lying on the bed.

Lin Yu was speechless for a moment, but Chu Lang, who came in after him, had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Shen Ci coughed several times before waking up slowly, as if he had just seen the two people coming in, he quickly got up and saluted, but after kneeling for a long time, his legs softened, he staggered when he got up, and almost fell down again.

Chu Lang quickly walked to Shen Ci's side to support him: "Sir, didn't I let you rest well?"

Shen Ci shook his head: "Your Majesty is doing his best for the country, how can I sleep peacefully in the inner room?"

Lin Yu took a step forward and wanted to help him, but he seemed to remember that he should not be disrespected in front of the Holy Master, so he stopped and asked him, "Master Guoshi is not resting in his own mansion, why is he hiding in His Majesty's inner room?"

Shen Ci looked at Lin Yu with doubts, and responded lightly: "One is for leave, and the other is for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. Shen's entry into the palace coincides with the upcoming morning court. His Majesty is sympathetic. Shen is here to wait for His Majesty to return from the morning court before discussing this matter." Do you want to report it to His Royal Highness King Yan?"

Lin Yu realized that he was out of proportion, and smiled: "Of course not, this king only cares about your majesty, although your majesty has reached the crown, but he is two years younger than this king, and this king is also the king of Yan personally appointed by Emperor Qingde. , should be helping His Majesty wholeheartedly, not just thinking about personal gain."

In front of Chu Lang's face, Lin Yu mentioned that Chu Lang had already reached the crown and should return the power of regent, and also insinuated that Shen Ci had exclusive power.

In the previous life, Chu Lang would have stood by Lin Yu's side, only thinking that Lin Yu was helping him, but listening to it now, he only felt ironic, Lin Yu's words were right, but not for him.

As clever as Shen Ci, he could naturally hear the meaning of Lin Yu's words. His expression was cold: "His Royal Highness King Yan and His Majesty are like brothers and sisters. It is good to help him wholeheartedly. If His Majesty Emperor Qingde knows, he will be at ease."

Lin Yu took a deep look at Shen Ci, saluted Chu Lang and said, "Since Your Majesty has made a decision on the matter of offering sacrifices to heaven, I will leave without further words."

Before leaving, Lin Yu glanced over the heavy red mark on Shen Ci's snow-white neck, which was already a little blue, and it was very eye-catching on Shen Ci's neck.

Chu Lang nodded, not missing Lin Yu's slightly meaningful eyes.

Chu Lang's eyes were deep, and the surroundings became cold again in an instant, stronger than the reaction he had heard from King Yan just now, but this time the coldness was aimed at Shen who was next to him and resigned.

Supported by Chu Lang, Shen Ci seemed to be shrouded in darkness. His heart ached, and he coughed violently, which touched the already aching heart, as if there was an old wound there, and every cough would heal that pain. The wound is torn.

Shen Ci seemed to feel something, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, but the coughing didn't stop, and there was a bright red flow from between his fingers, falling on his snow-white brocade clothes, like a blooming red lotus.

Chu Lang didn't expect the person next to him to cough like this suddenly, so he quickly patted him on the back and helped him to lie down on the dragon bed.

He restrained his depressed mood just now, and said in a deep voice to Zhao Yin who was waiting outside: "Tell the imperial physician!"