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

"...Sir? Sir! Come on!"

Jing Ji supported him at a loss, with a face full of panic, calling him over and over again with a trembling voice.

But no matter how loud he was, Lin Xiaodong couldn't hear him anymore.

The candlelight in front of him and the face of Jingji were in a trance before his eyes, forming a colorful picture, which finally gradually disappeared in the boundless darkness.

To be honest, he didn't feel much pain, but he was relieved that "ah, finally this day has come".

But Lin Xiaodong, who was in a coma, couldn't see how scary his current appearance was. Jing Ji knelt on the ground and hugged him with a pale face, half of his body was stained with blood, his whole body seemed to fall into an abyss, and his brain couldn't think .

It wasn't until You Shu hurriedly led the imperial physician in to separate the two that he stood up very slowly on the ground, and when he stood up, he even staggered two steps like a child who couldn't walk.

"His Majesty!"

You Shu hurriedly stepped forward to help him in shock, but was waved away by Jing Ji.

"Get out! I'll settle the score with you when I come back!"

His eyes were full of ferocious bloodshot eyes, he glared at You Shu with a chilling look, and then followed the imperial doctor's footsteps without looking back.

You Shu trembled all over. Now that the matter has come to an end, His Majesty must know that he has concealed Master Lin's physical condition.But for some reason, apart from the fear of his own future, he didn't have much regret.

...that's insane.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

When Lin Xiaodong woke up again, it was already three days later.

The body is as heavy as an old spinning machine, and the bones thud when you move it a little bit, the chest is heavy and stuffy, and the old wounds on the body are like gaps in a tattered tarpaulin, constantly reminding the owner that he is about to Scrapped facts.

...the right hand was also numb.

Lin Xiaodong raised his eyelids with difficulty and took a look. Sure enough, he saw Jingji lying on his bedside, sleeping soundly, with one arm pressed on his right hand, and a booklet still tightly clutched in his hand.

Judging by the black and blue under his eyes, the child should have not rested for a long time.

Probably feeling the movement of the person on the bed, Jingji's little finger trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Lin Xiaodong opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he hugged him into his arms.

Feeling the trembling of the young man's body, the young man's pale face subconsciously softened. He raised his hand and stroked Jingji's hair soothingly: "Your Majesty is still acting like a child."

"If growing up means losing my husband, then I would rather never grow up." Jing Ji buried his head in his neck and said hoarsely.

"How is it possible?" Lin Xiaodong smiled, coughed twice, and asked plainly, "Your Majesty, how much time do I have? Just give me another month, after General Zhao pacifies the northern border, The minister will die without regret."

He got no answer.

"Sir," after a long silence, Jing Ji withdrew from his embrace and stared at him fixedly, "Is it true that you have no nostalgia for everything in the world, including me?"

Lin Xiaodong really didn't expect him to ask this question, but just as he was in a daze, Jing Ji seemed to have understood something, he let go of his arms with a wry smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "I understand. If that's the case, then Take care of your illness, sir."

"Wait--"

Lin Xiaodong looked at the back of Jingji leaving slumped, lifted the quilt, and struggled to get out of bed.But just the act of getting up made him dizzy for a while, and he had to sit on the side of the bed for a long time.

This is what You Shu saw when he first entered the door.

"My ancestor, don't move around!"

He quickly put Lin Xiaodong back on the bed, and brought him the concoction prepared by the little eunuch next to him: "Lord Lin, Your Majesty is really sad this time, so please obediently treat the illness and don't bother."

The young man muttered something, which sounded like "who is torturing", then took the medicine bowl with a face of reluctance, and drank it down——

"Cough! Cough cough..."

An unprecedented bitter taste permeated his lips and tongue, Lin Xiaodong's face turned blue: "What kind of medicine is this?"

You Shu said: "It's the new medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. The imperial physician said that you should never take that prescription again. Your majesty got angry because of this and fined the salary of the entire imperial hospital."

But there is one thing that You Shu didn't tell Lin Xiaodong, in fact, he is the one who bears His Majesty's anger the most.Because of concealing Lin Xiaodong's illness privately, You Shu suffered a full [-] strokes, and he still walks with a limp until now.

Although I don't know why His Majesty still asked him to serve Master Lin, You Shu thought, but if His Majesty didn't see that he was really devoted to Master Lin, I'm afraid he would have been beheaded long ago.

Lin Xiaodong frowned slightly, closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, and said in a weak voice: "Nonsense! My affairs in the palace are a secret. He did this to let all the civil and military officials in the court know about the 'Lin Dongqing' in the court hall now." Is it a counterfeit?"

After a pause, he asked again: "Is His Majesty still outside?"

You Shu didn't dare to answer, so he could only hang his head silently.

"Forget it." Seeing this, Lin Xiaodong asked, changing the subject, "Eunuch You, tell me, how much time do I have?"

You Shu said anxiously: "My lord, what are you talking about, His Majesty will never let you—"

"I want to hear the truth."

Lin Xiaodong interrupted him bluntly.

Just when You Shu was in a dilemma, Jing Ji's hoarse voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Tell him."

The corner of You Shu's eyes twitched, he looked at Lin Xiaodong's calm eyes, his lips trembled, and after a long time, he uttered a word.

"Less than March."

This is still the most optimistic estimate.

There was no more sound from inside the house, Jing Ji closed his eyes, stood in the sun with his head up, the scorching sun in the sky seemed to have lost its heat.

He just felt that he seemed to be having a dream from which he could not wake up.

The bitter smell of medicine wafted in the air, and the low coughing sound of the young man in the room was like a thorny vine piercing his heart.Despite the tense war in the north, Jingji still ordered people to spend a lot of money to collect all kinds of precious medicinal materials, and also invited famous doctors from all over the country, trying every means to save the young man who was dying.

But all with little success.

Lin Xiaodong's health was still deteriorating. He met the Empress Dowager Changfeng in his last waking days. No one knew what the two discussed in the house, but when Jing Ji rushed over, all he saw was lying on the bed The young man who fell into a coma on the bed, and the mother with complicated expressions.

"What did you tell him!?"

Jing Ji asked sharply, even forgetting the etiquette that a son should have.

But the Empress Dowager Changfeng didn't get angry this time, she just said indifferently: "It's just chatting about the things in the court, don't worry, I don't think about holding him like this now, after all, everyone has already..." She paused After a while, he curled his lips, "If I had known Lin Dongqing's temper, I wouldn't have poisoned that bowl of bird's nest back then."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly noticed that Jing Ji's expression suddenly became stiff.

"You—poisoned him?" Jing Ji asked softly.

"when did it happen?"

There was no expression on his face, but it made the Empress Dowager Changfeng take half a step back unconsciously: "You, you don't know?"

Jing Ji pulled the corner of his lower lip, and stared at the Empress Dowager Changfeng without a smile in his eyes: "There are many things that I don't know, after all, my mother has done a lot of things without telling me all these years."

He took a deep breath, used all his self-control to control his hand, so that it wouldn't tremble too much, and then strode into the room without looking back.

If the Empress Dowager Changfeng was not his biological mother, Jing Ji would definitely chop her up today!

He sat down beside Lin Xiaodong's bed with his head down, holding the young man's right hand tightly with both hands. His red eyes were hidden in the shadows. The room was silent, but You Shu seemed to hear the helpless struggle and cry of a trapped animal. roar.

"Tell me," Jing Ji said suddenly, "what exactly is he thinking, sir?"

He thought that Lin Xiaodong only had affection for him as a monarch and minister, but if he didn't really think about him, considering his own feelings at that time, how could he not mention the matter of being poisoned by the Empress Dowager Changfeng, and just endured it silently alone?

Since his illness, Jingji has even resented the late emperor. If not for his father, who only used Lin Xiaodong as a sharp knife that could be broken at any time, and never considered his body, how could the energy of youth be so young? So much for the loss?

But it was only now that he discovered that he was also one of the accomplices.

"Sir," he lowered his head tremblingly, and gently kissed the fingertips of the person on the bed with an almost pious expression, "Please, don't leave me..."

As long as the husband can come back, Jing Ji is willing to try anything.

A deep sigh sounded in his ears, and the teary-eyed young emperor froze, then raised his head suddenly, and shouted to the empty room almost madly: "You haven't left yet, have you?"

"Who the hell are you?" He asked excitedly, "Forget it, I don't care if you are a human, a ghost or a god, tell me, can you save him?"

"As long as you can save him, no matter what the price is!"

You Shu stood outside the house, watching His Majesty walking back and forth in the house like crazy, as if he was talking to someone invisible.Even though it was midsummer, cold sweat was still oozing from his back.

Who is His Majesty talking to?

But he was destined not to get the answer, and what made You Shu heave a sigh of relief was that Jingji quickly returned to normal after the abnormality that day, only occasionally talking to himself.

Usually, seeing His Majesty like this, You Shu would regard himself as blind.But obviously there are not many smart people like him. The Empress Dowager Changfeng seemed to think that Jing Ji was driven mad by Lin Xiaodong's illness, but before she could take any measures, Jing Ji re-opened the door without hesitation. She is grounded, and it is estimated that she will not be able to leave the palace for half a step in her lifetime.

When the first leaves fell from the branches, General Zhao finally led his army to defeat the alliance formed by the three princes of Northern Xinjiang in one fell swoop, and sent his troops northward, pointing directly at the king's account.

The city, which was ceded for more than 130 years, finally returned to the territory of the Jing Dynasty.

Lin Xiaodong has been in good spirits for the past few days. He changed into his old old clothes. Although he found that the belts of his clothes were much wider, he could at least get out of bed and walk around in the yard.

However, Jingji was not happy at all.

"Lin, Mr. Lin's health is weak, and he has been so abnormal recently. I'm afraid, I'm afraid...he will die soon."

Compared with the rage when he heard these words before, the young emperor just silently stared at the panic-stricken imperial physician kneeling below, his eyes a little blank, not knowing what he was thinking.

But in the end, he just waved his hand feebly and let the imperial doctor leave.

When he came to the courtyard, Lin Xiaodong was wearing a cloak and standing under the ginkgo tree with his hands in his sleeves, looking up at the half-green leaves.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he glanced back, and smiled faintly at Jingji: "Your Majesty."

Jing Ji walked up to him, trying to force a smile: "Sir, you look good, have you eaten yet?"

Lin Xiaodong nodded.

A quiet atmosphere spread between the two of them. Jing Ji looked at the side face of the young man beside him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to brush away his hair, and said softly, "Sir, you have gray hair."

"Really?" Lin Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, but he was a little happy, "I thought I couldn't wait until this day."

The young man looked at Jingji, who was now half a head taller than himself, with curved eyebrows and his handsome and beautiful face still maintained the state of his youth, as if time hadn't brought any changes to him.

Just like that winter day, he and the boy walked side by side on Luoxue Palace Road.

Jing Ji stared at him deeply, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms.

Lin Xiaodong's body stiffened for a moment, but soon he relaxed slowly, and asked in a slow voice, "Did something happen in the hall?"

"No," Jing Ji rested his chin on his shoulder, "I just suddenly wanted to do this, is that okay?"

Lin Xiaodong said helplessly: "Even if I say no, haven't you hugged it already?"

They sat under the tree together, Lin Xiaodong soon began to feel sleepy due to lack of energy.Jing Ji gathered the shawl on him with his hands, and said softly, "Sir, go to sleep if you are sleepy."

"Well……"

Lin Xiaodong lowered his head slowly, and Jingji pressed him on his shoulders very carefully.

"I agree," he said suddenly, looking at the vermilion palace wall in the distance after an unknown amount of time, "Although I don't know if what you said is true, even in the next life, I want to be with Mr. .”

"Okay." Gu Xi said.

Jing Ji exhaled slowly, leaned the back of his head against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes wearily.

In this life, meeting Mr. was the luckiest thing for him.

As if he heard something, the sleeping young man let out a low hum from his nasal cavity.

That was the reminder that the world quest was completely completed.

Twilight is approaching.

You Shu looked at the sky, and walked over cautiously to wake up the two people under the tree. Lin Xiaodong was in a deep sleep and did not wake up. The people beside him woke up quickly after a brief trance, and opened their eyes. eyes.

The young man hugged the sleeping Lin Xiaodong horizontally. You Shu wanted to help, but he stopped him with his eyes.

A minute later, he came out of the house.

"Your Majesty, dinner is ready." You Shu followed behind him and reported in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Do you want to call Master Lin to get up?"

"No need." He turned his head, "What else do you need?"

You Shu took a quick look at His Majesty, who was always indistinguishable from each other, suppressed the slight doubt in his heart, shook his head and said, "No more, Your Majesty."

His intuition told him that in just one afternoon, there seemed to be some kind of huge change in Jing Ji.

But when You Shu observed carefully, he found that His Majesty seemed to be the same as before, without any difference.

Gu Xi glanced at him indifferently, but didn't speak.

This eunuch's sense is indeed very keen, no wonder even Lin Xiaodong gave him a high look.

He has never been in a hurry about merging consciousness, because Gu Xi knew that Jing Ji would come to him on his own initiative without forcing him.

They were originally one person, but after the memory of the young emperor merged with the memory of hundreds of years of reincarnation, the aura around Gu Xi became deeper and more majestic, which is why You Shu sensed something was wrong.

"Soon." Gu Xi glanced back at the closed door, and whispered softly.

They will be reunited soon.

In the autumn of the tenth year of Kanglong, Zhao Ding led an army to recover northern Xinjiang, and the people ate pots of pulp to welcome the king's army;

In January of the 11th year of Kanglong, Emperor Jing issued an edict to set up a capital guard to manage northern Xinjiang, and Xie Chen took the initiative to ask for appointment;

In the 11th year of Kanglong, the third day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Dongqing, Minister of the Ministry of Officials and Ministry of Industry, suddenly became seriously ill and was bedridden in the mansion.

The three-month period has passed, and even Lin Xiaodong himself did not expect that he would still have the day to witness the return of Beijiang with his own eyes.

"Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and family sacrifices are never forgotten to tell Nai Weng." He lay on the bed and smiled weakly. "It seems that I am much luckier than Lu Fang Weng."

Guo Xinwen snorted coldly, endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold back the instinct to confront his old enemy: "If you can go on horseback and fight, you sick bastard, let's forget it as soon as possible!"

Jing Ji glanced at him indifferently, ignoring the courtier whose face suddenly became stiff, just lowered his eyes, looked at the young man who was tortured by the illness on the bed, he was already out of shape, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

He sat by the bed and said softly: "The wintersweet blooms in the outskirts of the city. Let's go and have a look together when the weather gets warmer."

The young man coughed: "Okay...cough cough, Your Majesty should stay away from the minister, don't get sick."

But Jingji was annoyed when he heard this: "Why are you sick and not sick? I am the Son of Dragon, so I am afraid of these things?"

Lin Xiaodong took a quick breath, lying on the bed, looking at him helplessly.

He turned his head to look at the other people standing in the room, besides Jing Ji and Guo Xinwen, there were also several important court officials.They used the name of visiting patients, so the people from the Lin residence were naturally not easy to stop them, but with these people around, it was difficult for Lin Xiaodong to say certain things.

He could feel that his time in this world had come to an end.

"Your Majesty," the young man's pale and dry lips moved slightly, as if he was afraid that it would be too late, and he repeatedly urged, "After the minister leaves, Mr. Guo can take over as Minister of the Ministry of Officials. If there is another flood in the Yellow River this summer, we must send people to relieve the disaster as soon as possible. Governance, as well as the [-] troops under General Zhao, the frontier defenses...cough cough cough..."

Blood spilled from his lips again, making Guo Xinwen look away unbearably.

Jing Ji tremblingly said: "Stop talking! Sir, stop talking..."

Lin Xiaodong calmed down his breathing slowly, as if he was really immersed in this emotion, his expression gradually became calm, his eyes stared straight at Jingji's face, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

"Grab his hand." Gu Xi said.

Jing Ji subconsciously did as he did, his heart ached, he was bewildered, and he sat there blankly like a puppet.

Only Gu Xi understood that Lin Xiaodong was actually very scared.

I am afraid that I will lose my memory again, and I am afraid that a tragedy like the previous life will happen.

"Your Majesty," probably feeling the warmth from his hands, a faint smile appeared on the young man's pale face, "Please... take a look on my behalf, this Haiyan River is clear, the world is peaceful."

The tears that filled the eyes completely burst at this moment.

Jing Ji burst into tears: "Okay... sir, I will definitely..."

In the 11th year of Kanglong, the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Dongqing, Minister of the Ministry of Officials and Ministry of Industry, died of illness in Fuzhong at the age of 32.

According to the agreement, after experiencing a long life as an emperor, Jing Ji merged his consciousness with Gu Xi.

But when he opened his eyes again, he didn't see his colleagues from the headquarters surrounding him as before.

Gu Xi struggled to get up from the dormant cabin, and found that this was actually his bedroom.He was a little puzzled, and when he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure from the back that made his heart flutter.

The man was sitting cross-legged in front of the projection, watching the new SpongeBob SquarePants movie with relish, holding a bag of potato chips in his hand, and squatting beside him was a big-faced cat who had been licked until his face was full of lovelessness.

There is a sign hanging around its neck with two words engraved on it:

zero seven.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned his head and showed him a bright smile: "Hey, you finally woke up? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Gu Xi stood there for a while, then slowly walked to him and sat down.

"Want to eat?" Lin Xiaodong handed him the potato chips.

The man shook his head.

He blinked his eyes, and suddenly laughed relaxedly. He dragged the lazy sofa next to him, hugged Lin Xiaodong into his arms, and leaned lazily on the soft sofa. The silly story of a pink starfish.

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