Su Gongzi Training Husband's Blood and Sweat History

Hearing that he was rushing back, Han Xinyin expected that there would be some quarrels this time, so in order not to conflict with him again, he hastily ordered the mobilization of troops.Not long after the end of the Tongzhou War, the army as a whole is still in a period of rest, and nearly 10 people cannot be integrated overnight.Under the urgent order of three reminders a day, Prince Qi's large army had not left Weichuan, but Ling Huaimo's carriage stopped at the gate of the palace.

Regardless of the rough and tiring journey, Ling Huaimo got out of the carriage and went straight to Han Xinyin's study.

Hearing someone rushing in, Han Xinyin frowned unhappily, rolled up the topographic map of Yuzhou, and was about to reprimand him, when he raised his head and met the person who came in.

"Mr. Ling is back, the prince is very unhappy!" Ling Huaimo had a three-point smile on his lips coldly, and a pair of narrow eyes scanned the topographic map that King Qi hastily rolled up: "You are doing it for others." You are very active in doing things, but it is a pity that people may not think well of you. You think that a person who can even sell his biological mother will leave a little bit of shame for his brother. The emperor is honest and virtuous, and his thoughts are probably not as good as you think It's simple, don't be led by the nose to work in Yuzhou for a long time, only to find that the old nest is gone when you turn around! At that time, the cold yard in Dadu will be waiting for you to move in!"

Han Xinyin frowned and frowned again, and said in a deep voice: "The queen mother is under house arrest, of course there is a reason for him. Huaimo, I have said many times, I don't like you talking badly about my elder brother before my interview."

"Oh! I almost forgot." Ling Huaimo took small steps on the spot, raised his chin, hooked his bloodless lips, forced a smile on his pale face, and his clear voice was deliberately prolonged. Mixed with infinite jokes: "The prince's mind is not in the country, and now he is eager to go back to the capital. Even if he lives in a cold courtyard, even if it is to see people's faces, it is good to think about being closer to him. I am happy in my heart, unlike But now, facing such a sinister villain with vicious thoughts like me every day, I don't know how troublesome I am every day...My lord, these years have been really difficult for you!"

Han Xinyin didn't want him to have a dispute as soon as he came back, but his mouth was too poisonous, what he said was really hurtful, his face darkened as he heard it, and he couldn't help but whisper angrily: "Ling Huaimo, don't push yourself too hard! Say a few words less No one will think that you don't have a tongue!"

"Why did it hurt?" Ling Huaimo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled even more, with mockery in his eyes, he clicked his lips, and said with a smile: "My lord, I'm a courtier and I live on this tongue. How can I say less What? If you are afraid, I have thought of an idea... If the emperor refuses to forgive you in the future, you can say that I am tricking people. What about you? You kill the villain around you, and you will still be loyal when you look back. Your Majesty' Zhaixinrenhou will not embarrass you, maybe, you don't need to be under house arrest, and you can continue to be his good third brother if you stay in Datong. Anyway, Linghuaimo has a lot of scapegoats, one more is not much, and one less is not good Where are you going!"

The most unmentionable thing was laid out, and Han Xinyin was speechless. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Don't mention the past! In short, you will be fine."

"Then just wait and see!" Ling Huaimo smiled to himself, shook his shoulders indifferently, and walked out of his study.

Xu traveled long distances, and Ling Huaimo's poor physical condition became worse, and he fell ill again within two or three days after returning to Weichuan.This illness is like an outbreak that has been accumulated for a long time. It was just a cough before, but it started to have a fever the next night. At the worst time in the early morning, the whole body was burned and confused, muttering lies.

In the front, Pei Chengwan's light cavalry from Qin land approached Yuzhou as the vanguard, and the [-] Qi army behind them was also ready to go.But letting Han Xinyin leave Weichuan at this time is ten thousand times more uncomfortable than letting him get sick.

There are quite a few genius doctors from all walks of life who come to treat diseases under the heavy rewards, but it seems that they are still the same as those who say that if they are mild, they have a cold and overwork, and they can pass after a short rest; If stagnation accumulates in the chest for a long time, it can be cured by nourishing it.All of them said it easily, and carried their necks with the air of "Hua Tuo is alive", but they didn't see anyone who really cured their illnesses.

Seeing that it was time for the fighter to slip away bit by bit, Han Xinyin was caught in the middle of a dilemma, and he was even more angry.

After staying in front of Ling Huaimo's bed all night, Han Xinyin touched the forehead of the sleeping man and let out a light breath.At least it wasn't so hot, he pressed his swollen temples, turned around and said to Liang'er in a low voice: "Look, I'll go back and take a nap. When Huai Mo wakes up, he must go to the room and call me."

His lips were almost transparent, and his cheeks turned a sickly sallow yellow once the flush faded. It was the worst thing to look at him as being mean and mean, but this appearance made people feel more distressed.Han Xinyin brushed the broken hair on his forehead, looked at it intently for a while before getting up, and slapped the doctor who was dozing off with his head propped up by the table, and said with a cold face, "don't go to sleep, the genius doctor, if he If it doesn't improve, go underground and become a 'ghost doctor'!"

The doctor was so frightened that he was so smart that he kneeled on the ground with his buttocks empty and his knees softened. He kowtowed in a panic and said, "Please don't worry, my lord. I will do my best with all I have learned in my life."

"I don't care how much you have, I just want him to get better as soon as possible." Han Xinyin turned sideways and didn't even look at the doctor kneeling on the ground. His eyes stayed on Ling Huaimo, and he moved his lips lightly as if talking to himself: " Everything should come to an end, dragging it back and forth is not an option.”

The doctor was quite frightened by the word "ghost doctor", and when he heard King Qi speak, he instinctively catered to him whether he understood it or not: "My lord is wise, my lord is wise."

Han Xinyin swept over the doctor who was kneeling on the ground shaking like a sieve, pulled back his sleeves, and said with a wry smile: "If I am really wise, I won't be in this situation..."

Having not closed his eyes all night, Han Xinyin took off his Wai Gua and fell on the bed. He was obviously very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep when he was about to fall asleep.It would be false to say that there are some things that you don't regret, but if you can really go back and do it all over again, he is afraid that he will still choose that way.People tend to become very stubborn at a certain time. At the beginning, he pushed the relationship between the two people to the edge of the cliff, but now he tried his best to pull it back.Han Xinyin turned over, feeling that he was extremely tired, and the stone hanging in his heart could break his last support at any time.

After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, Han Xinyin's mind was full of wontons, and he gradually entered a half-dream and half-awake state.

He remembered that in the spring of that year, the peach blossoms in the palace were in full bloom, and the pink one after another was really beautiful.When Han Xinyin was eight years old, his father agreed that he would go to study in the imperial study with his elder brother. Not long after, Mrs. Chu brought a five or six-year-old child from her natal family to serve him as an attendant.The small child lowered his head timidly, his sharp chin wished to plunge into the front of his front, he bit his lower lip with his white teeth, and was pushed to the front, and it took him a long time to whisper: "My name is Lin Huaimo. "

"I can't tell you how old I am," Madam Chu twisted the child's arm severely, raised her eyes and smiled, "My surname is Ling, Ling Huaimo."

The child didn't answer, tears rolled in his eyes, sniffled his nose, and only hung his head lower.

He can't remember what Mrs. Chu explained. He only remembers that after she left, Ling Huaimo raised his head, stared at him for a long time and repeated firmly: "My surname is not Ling, my name is Lin Huaimo. Shuangmu Chenglin Lin, I don’t have the same surname as her.”

"She hit you? Does it hurt?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled up the child's sleeves. Under the wide armholes, the slender arms were covered with bruises.Even if Empress Qian didn't treat him very well, his father would just ignore him, but with his status as the third prince, he was able to live freely in the palace. When had he ever seen such a scar, he suddenly felt a little distressed.

Ling Huaimo pulled back his sleeves forcefully, wiped away the tears that were about to roll out, straightened his neck, and replied loudly: "It doesn't hurt! Don't change your words even if you kill me. My family is in Datong Mansion. My surname is Lin. My name is Lin Huaimo..."

What a stubborn temper!When Han Xinyin dreamed of this scene again, he still couldn't help frowning.It's because they stayed with each other for so long that he almost forgot that Ling Huaimo had such a temper since he was a child.

Then comes Xia Tian, ​​the fifteen or sixteen year olds are the most unusual, they are particularly interested in everything.Han Xinyin frowned, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He remembered that it was the first time he took Ling Huaimo to sneak out of the palace.

I have always lived cautiously, but once I got out of the circle, I realized that the world outside the high wall is so beautiful, storytellers, opera singers, and jugglers are all extremely lively.Later, for some reason, the two of them stumbled into Huajie by mistake. The girl on the tall building frivolously waved her handkerchief, and the intermittent sounds of the zither mingled together. The rhythm was not as complicated as in the palace, but it was also It's not unpleasant, and occasionally two high-pitched pipa sounds seem to come from everyone.

"My lord, don't just look! How about coming up and sitting down?" The sticky voice made people get goosebumps, and the handkerchief mixed with fragrance powder happened to land on Ling Huaimo's head.All of a sudden, the fair-skinned young man turned red from his neck to the roots of his ears. He grabbed the handkerchief and stuffed it into the hands of the surrounding girls, then trotted away with his head down.

The passers-by around said some nasty words that he didn't understand at that time, he laughed and ran back to the palace after him.Afterwards, they slipped out together to play, and they could go anywhere, but as soon as Wanhua Street was mentioned, Ling Huaimo would lose his temper and shout at him with a red face: "I want you to go, anyway, I won't go!"

Then what?It's autumn.Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day, but it is only for those who can reunite.If you don't like dogs, it's more difficult to celebrate the festival than to be sentenced.Han Xinyin didn't like this day, neither did Ling Huaimo.After drinking a glass of dirty wine, the burst of lust completely dazzled his mind.

"Wrong! Wrong!" Han Xinyin moved his body uneasily, his lips parted and closed slightly, talking in his sleep.

Then it was winter, the whole city was covered with goose-like snowflakes, and everything was white as far as the eye could see.Hearing that Concubine Hua was ill, the young emperor was extremely anxious.Han Xinyin worked hard to obtain a batch of precious tonics from southern Xinjiang, and was about to deliver them in person, but the emperor ordered him to discuss matters, so it fell on Ling Huaimo to send them to the Imperial Medical Center.Everything became worse and worse from that moment on. Han Xinyin's heart beat faster, and he wanted to stop him, but found that his chest seemed to be pressed by something and he couldn't breathe.

"I can't go!" Han Xinyin woke up suddenly with a cry of surprise, threw off the quilt and sat up, followed by a scream of "meow".

The author has something to say: In the late stage of procrastination, I feel that I am almost hopeless. . .Try to update another chapter before [-] o'clock tomorrow night. . .

My legs hurt after sitting for a long time. . .