After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Noticing the stunned expression of the young man, the very discerning little eunuch next to him hurriedly asked in a low voice.

"Ah, it's nothing." Lin Xiaodong came back to his senses, looked at the sky and asked, "When will Your Majesty arrive?"

It was not the little eunuch who answered him, but Jing Ji's steady voice: "Zhen has already come."

Jing Ji sat down opposite Lin Xiaodong, but he didn't look at him, but ordered: "Let's serve dinner."

Since they broke up that day, Jingji did not continue to avoid him like last time, every morning or evening, whenever he was free, he would have dinner with Lin Xiaodong.

There are not many dishes on the table, and they are basically home-cooked dishes that Lin Xiaodong likes. Jingji put a chopstick of sweet and sour pork ribs into his bowl expressionlessly: "Sir, eat more."

Lin Xiaodong watched him put on a serious face on purpose, and didn't want to pierce it. After saying "thank you", he gave him a chopstick of bean sprouts in a learned manner.

Jing Ji: "..."

He hates bean sprouts the most.

But seeing the indifferent look on his face, Jing Ji couldn't help suspecting that he was thinking too much, so he wrinkled his face and silently cleaned the bean sprouts in the bowl.

... so unpalatable.

Seeing the child's tangled face, Lin Xiaodong laughed inwardly.

Sure enough, it is necessary to establish a good image at ordinary times.

The young man couldn't help coughing with a smile, Jing Ji couldn't help frowning and asked, "The weather is getting warmer, why is your husband coughing again?" He turned his head and stared at the little eunuch next to him, "How do you take care of Mr. of?"

The little eunuch was so frightened that he immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly, Lin Xiaodong put down his hand covering his lips, and shook his head at Jingji, signaling him not to be so nervous.

"I just choked on it accidentally." He wrote lightly.

But You Shu, who was standing beside him, saw the bright red between Lin Xiaodong's fingers, and he took a deep breath, attracting everyone's attention.

'Hush. '

Lin Xiaodong turned sideways with a calm expression, wiped away the blood on his fingertips with his thumb, pressed a finger to his lips, and smiled faintly at You Shu.

'Keep it a secret for me. '

He mouthed.

Jing Ji frowned even tighter, and he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

You Shu opened his mouth, he took a quick look at Lin Xiaodong, and finally lowered his head deeply: "No, this servant just slipped away accidentally, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously, standing still, why did he suddenly lose his waist?

Facing the emperor's cold gaze, You Shu only felt a chill run up his back, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground like the little eunuch with a plop.

You Shu's forehead was pressed against the cold stone brick floor, his body was trembling with fear, but he still clenched his teeth and said nothing.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seemed as long as hundreds of years in his consciousness, and You Shu finally heard Jing Ji say "get up" lightly.

Only then did he stand up tremblingly, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

After this little episode, Jing Ji didn't have any appetite to continue eating, and Lin Xiaodong also put down his chopsticks out of his duty as a courtier.Jing Ji waved his hand: "Sir, don't worry about me, just eat more."

Lin Xiaodong shook his head: "I'm already full."

"……yes."

Just listening to their conversation, there is basically no difference from before, Jing Ji's eyes wandered for a moment, and he didn't know whether he should smile wryly or be thankful.

The husband already knew what he wanted, but he didn't give any answer. Jing Ji knew that this was actually a disguised rejection.

If I do it all over again...

No, there is no repeat.

Jing Ji stood up: "Sir, rest, I'm going to review the papers."

"Your Majesty, go slowly."

So be it.

When leaving the palace, Jing Ji thought, if he can maintain this state, perhaps in another three to five years, even ten or twenty years, maybe the husband will slowly accept himself.

The young emperor raised his head, facing the bright sun at noon, he looked at the birdcage hanging on the branch of the palace wall.The bird with bright feathers stayed quietly in the cage, not singing, just staring at the same kind under the blue sky in the distance in a daze.

It traded the price of freedom for a life without worrying about food and clothing, but perhaps, it did not have the right to choose from the very beginning.

The eunuch next to him asked: "Your Majesty, do you want to watch the bird? The servant can open the cage. The bird has been raised by the mother in the palace and will not run away."

Jing Ji was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"No need." He looked away, feeling inexplicably better.

At least, the husband will always stay by his side, unable to go anywhere.

That's enough.

Life in the palace is monotonous, and time is like fine sand in the cracks of fingers, slipping away unconsciously.

The battle in northern Xinjiang became more and more fierce, and the battle report sent to the capital also changed from one every three or four days to one every day. Sometimes, even as soon as the previous envoy arrived at the post station, the updated military report was already on the way.

There were more and more official documents piled up on Lin Xiaodong's desk, which was the result of Jingji helping him share the burden.Every night, the hall will be lit with dim candlelight. A young man who has become increasingly thin recently is sitting at the desk in a cloak, holding a brush in his hand, and frowned to write down the strategies that determine the death and death of countless people in the frontier.

Grain, firearms, reinforcement scheduling... Although General Zhao has rich experience, the importance of logistics to a battle is self-evident.

No matter what, Lin Xiaodong would never let the soldiers in the front fight desperately, while a group of ministers in the back were arguing with each other to delay their progress, and the food and grass were delayed in delivering to the front line.

He knew very well that the Minister of the Ministry of War in the Jing Dynasty is a wimp who just wants to live in peace and work for a few more years before begging His Majesty for the bones to return to his hometown to take care of his life.In normal times, Lin Xiaodong would have endured it, but in times of war, he hated such idiot officials more than those corrupt officials!

But Lin Xiaodong is in charge of the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Industry, and it is not easy for him to intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of War. All food, grass and weapons were sent to the front line.

By now, he didn't bother to hide anything.

Therefore, at the court meeting a few days later, an excerpt shocked the entire court.

"Your Majesty, Lin Dongqing harbors evil intentions and hoards firearms privately. His heart can be punished!"

Although Lin Dongqing covered the sky with one hand in Jingchao, in order to climb to the position of under one man and above ten thousand people, he made many enemies in the process.After finally catching the other party's handle, this group of people who have been spying for a long time will certainly not let it go. They unanimously demanded that Jingji put Lin Dongqing in the sky prison to await trial, and listed a total of seventeen crimes, all of which can be verified. .

Jing Ji looked coldly at the note that the ministers jointly signed, with a noncommittal attitude.

Seeing this, the ministers thought there was a joke, and they all stood up and made generous statements. In a few words, they described Lin Dongqing as a traitor who steals the country and a shameless person.The substitute standing in front of the fire did not dare to look up at all. He could only force himself to keep his face on the floor calmly, so as not to show any strangeness. Guo Xinwen, who was not far away from him, unexpectedly did not participate in this incident. He just let out an unintelligible snort when he heard them joining Lin Dongqing, closed his eyes with a lack of interest, and went to catch up on sleep in the court hall openly.

A bunch of lifeless people, he thought coldly.

Isn't it because of the friendship between the two that His Majesty treats Lin Dongqing like this?Even if it is true that a dragon and a tiger cannot coexist in this court, this is not the reason why outsiders can speak nonsense to Lin Dongqing in front of His Majesty.

On the dragon chair, Jing Ji listened silently, the fingertips holding the zhezi turned white due to excessive force, and the ministers below didn't realize it, and they were still cursing endlessly:

"...When the first emperor was here, he was disrespectful. Now it has become even worse. He is already a minister of the two ministers, but he still wants to intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of War. Your Majesty, I suspect that he is trying to steal military power and cooperate with General Zhao internally and externally." , support your own strength!"

"To shut up!"

Jing Ji directly smashed the folder in his hand to his face.

The minister's voice stopped abruptly, and he fell to his knees in fear, not knowing where he had offended Jing Ji.But Jing Ji didn't even have the slightest patience, he stood up abruptly, the crown on his head rattled because of anger.

This was the first time that civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty saw His Majesty making such a big fuss in the courtroom.

When told about this by You Shu, Lin Xiaodong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Really? Then please tell His Majesty for me. You don't need to get angry for those people."

After he took the initiative to make a step back, the conflict between the monarch and his ministers was also resolved.

It can be said that Jingji is his biggest reliance now.

After You Shu agreed, he didn't leave right away.He stood by the desk and watched Lin Xiaodong drink the soup brought by the maid without blinking. Soon, a slight blush appeared on the young man's pale face.

But the blood color gave people a sense of disobedience. It didn't look like the natural blush that would appear on the face of a healthy person, but more like some kind of... panic overdraft.

He hesitated to speak for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Master Lin, what kind of medicine are you drinking every day?"

As an eunuch who grew up in the palace, although You Shu did not know medical skills, he also knew some basic medicinal materials and their pharmacology.Because the little eunuch was sick, he had to cook it himself, or save money to buy the cheapest medicinal materials, so it was impossible to ask a doctor.

When he asked for the prescription given by Lin Xiaodong to the court lady, his first reaction was "Is this stuff really a cure?"

It's not that these herbs are not good, but for Lin Xiaodong, who is so weak that he is coughing up blood against the wind, taking this kind of strong medicine will literally kill him in disguise!

Lin Xiaodong put down the medicine bowl, and casually wiped the medicine stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "It's for nourishing qi and promoting blood circulation, what's wrong?"

You Shu: "The servant just thinks, do you want the imperial doctor in the palace to look at it for you? Maybe it will have a different effect."

"Ahem, no need." The blush on Lin Xiaodong's cheeks came and went quickly, and within the time spent talking, he returned to his previous bloodless appearance, "You go back first."

"……Yes."

You Shu didn't speak any more, just lit the candles in the room for Lin Xiaodong, and left silently.

Half an hour later, the door of the room was pushed open, and Jing Ji walked in with a tired expression.

Lin Xiaodong quietly gave him a seat.

The two discussed the map of northern Xinjiang for a whole night. Jingji was fine, after all, he was young and strong, so it would be no big deal even if he stayed up all night, but he was just a little sleepy.But when he listened to Lin Xiaodong's eloquent voice and looked sideways, he found that under the candlelight, the young man didn't look tired at all.

Although his cheeks have lost a lot of weight due to the bitter summer, his eyes staring at the map are as focused as if they are shining, and the dancing candlelight dances in the depths of his pupils, like some kind of extreme blooming after reaching the end of the road shine.

Jing Ji looked at him, and was stunned for a moment.

...Sir, you are so pretty.

"Your Majesty," Lin Xiaodong stopped talking, covered his lips and coughed twice, and asked with a sigh, "Did you hear what I just said clearly?"

It was only then that Jing Ji came to his senses and looked away instantly, his earlobes were stained with light pink.

"Of course I heard clearly."

Seeing his guilty look, Lin Xiaodong couldn't help twitching the corners of his lips. Just as he was about to say something, a burst of fishy sweetness gushed out from the depths of his throat, accompanied by bursts of pain in his chest. Lung cracking cough up.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough..."

Jing Ji watched with a dumbfounded expression as drops of blood overflowed from between his fingers, and finally dripped onto the map of northern Xinjiang, gradually smudged into a glaring bright red.

—like some kind of ominous sign and portent.