[Rebirth] Emperor Yonggao Ji

"Wang Jinghuan is back?" Liu Fu had just practiced sword, took off his shirt, showing his sweaty back, Zhao Duo hurriedly wiped him dry with a cloth towel, "Well, it is indeed time to come."

Liu Jing nodded and said with a smile, "That's right. As soon as we entered the city, the carriage frame was surrounded by people, and we didn't walk a mile for a long time."

"They all think that I want to demote their good prime minister to other places and never come back." Liu Fu snorted, "Anyway, I'm a villain anyway."

The smile on Liu Jing's face gradually disappeared, and he said cautiously, "Brother, are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry, why am I angry?" Liu Fu spread his hands and smiled, as if Liu Jing had told a funny joke, "Tell me, why has no one stopped my bike frame?"

Liu Jing has been crowned, and he is always by Liu Fu's side. It's not that he doesn't understand anything. Hearing the words, he smelled something unusual, "Brother, did someone whisper something in your ear again?"

"Lu Fu has been demoted to a commoner, how can anyone dare to gossip in my ears? I just think..." Liu Fu smiled, looked down at his palm, clenched it tightly and then loosened it, "Forget it, I didn't feel anything either."

He put on his clothes, fastened his belt, and was about to walk away when Liu Jing grabbed his sleeves, "What's wrong?"

"After all, the prime minister... is the head of the foreign court. In the hearts of the people, he represents the court. The people love the prime minister, which means they love the court." Liu Jing thought about it and said, "Besides, you are always in the foreign court, and there is no such thing as a gentleman staying in Chang'an." It will take a long time, so... it is inevitable."

After finishing speaking, seeing Liu Fu staring at him, Liu Jing couldn't help screaming inwardly—it sounded even worse when he said that.Unexpectedly, Liu Fu smiled heartily and waved his hands, "Look at you, I didn't say anything!"

"Your Majesty, the Governor of Taiyuan is asking to see you."

"Ah? You're here so soon?" Liu Fu's expression changed slightly, he hurriedly walked around the hall twice, and said persistently, "No, no, I won't see you today..."

"Brother, Mister must have come to report the situation in Zhaodi." Seeing his appearance, Liu Jing felt relieved and joked, "Besides, didn't you write a letter to ask Mister to come back? Don't be cowardly. .”

"When did I say in my letter that I wanted him to come back? It was he himself who said he would go back to Beijing to report on his work. I agreed, and he came back." Liu Fu muttered, sitting on the table, and turned to the person who came to pass the message. The palace man waved his hands vigorously, "Let him come back after the court meeting tomorrow morning! I haven't seen you in a year, and this day is not too far away. I haven't made up my mind yet..."

"Yes." The palace servant took the order and went, and Liu Fu stared at his back eagerly from behind, neither moving his eyes nor calling for a stop.

"Yes," Liu Jing stood beside him, echoing intentionally: "Anyway, it's just some official business, so it's no big deal if you listen to it earlier or later. Hey—brother, what are you looking at?"

"I think you want to be beaten." Liu Fu looked away.

As a result, that night, the river embankment of Wannian was washed away by water. Although Wang Sheng was just a governor of Taiyuan who returned to Beijing to report on his work, he still rushed there overnight to supervise the construction of the embankment and dam.Liu Fu's teeth were itching and his heart was itching, but he had no other choice. Instead, because he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to do things, someone chased him and gave him a flood control order.He waited in Chang'an Palace for several days, but he didn't wait for Wang Sheng to come. Instead, he waited for Li Jiu to come into the palace in the heavy rain, and whispered to him, "Wang Sheng passed out by the embankment."

"A nice person, how can you say that you just passed out when you fainted?" Liu Fu was discussing matters with several ministers, when he heard a buzzing in his ears, he stood up all of a sudden.

"Your Majesty," Li Jiu wiped a handful of water, "My lord is really tired..."

Liu Fu pulled him behind the screen, "What about now?"

Li Jiu shook his head, "I don't know, when the subordinate came down, the lord was still unconscious. If he wakes up, he will definitely not let the subordinate come down."

Liu Fu turned around twice and pulled him up, "Let's go and have a look! I'll talk about it on the way."

Liu Fu ordered a few confidant guards, and galloped his horses in the rain. Li Jiu followed Liu Fu, staggering a distance of a horse's head from him, and shouted in the rain: "The king asked the subordinates to report to the Lord at any time. My lord kept telling my subordinates to hide my physical condition. When I was in Taiyuan, my lord watched, and it was inconvenient for my subordinates to deliver letters. Now I dare not hide it. When I set off from Chang'an, my lord fell ill, and I haven't recovered since then. The winter in Chang’an is no worse than ours in Chang’an, it’s very cold, and my lord has been traveling between states all winter, so he has never been free. His illness can’t stand such a torment. Not to mention eating according to the order, sometimes I eat one meal a day, and vomit out every now and then, the vomit is often bloodshot, and the bleeding did not stop when I came back."

"Did he vomit blood?" Liu Fu turned around and asked in surprise, "Did you see the medical officer?"

"Your Majesty, the first time this subordinate met me, my lord specifically said that it wasn't vomiting blood, but that there was some blood in the stomach, which is the same as bleeding from a cut on the arm." Li Jiu yanked the horsewhip hard, "But whose arm can bleed for a year? I also asked the medical officer. What can the medical officer say, that is, let him take medicine, rest, and relax. How can we adults do it? It's all useless."

The only response to him was Liu Fu's resounding "drive——".

When they arrived at Wannian's Posthouse, the whole group of them were drenched by the rain, and there was not a dry spot on their bodies.Liu Fu wiped the water off his face, and was about to go in when he suddenly stopped.

He heard a voice from inside, "My lord, why don't you look at it first, the medical officer told you to rest earlier."

Then Wang Sheng's voice sounded, "Bring the lamp closer. Where's Li Jiu?"

"I don't know, maybe something went out."

"Bring him back," Wang Sheng's voice paused, "Don't let him tell the king about my illness."

Liu Fu stopped, silent for a moment, clenched his hands into fists, if Li Jiu wasn't still by his side, he really wanted to slap himself—he was a few days ago...a few days ago...

The grudge in his chest disappeared suddenly, and his anger suddenly rose. He took a deep breath, and then strode in. When he walked, there was a gust of wind, which made the candles in the room flicker a few times. At the head of the bed, one hand was pressed on the waist, and the other hand was holding a document, and he was reading it by the lamp.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked towards the person who came. Before he could see clearly, Liu Fu had already walked to the bed, snatched the document from his hand, and went straight to the door without even looking at it. Throw it out the window.

After throwing it away, Liu Fu was still angry. He glanced at the desk and saw that there were several stacks piled up on it, and he was even more angry. "I haven't replied to your prime minister yet!" he said loudly, grabbing a handful of documents from the case and throwing them out of the window with a "crash!" "You fell in love with it first!" He threw it out again, "I Let you see! Look!" He seemed to think that the throw was too slow, so he lifted the table and threw it out through the window!

Everyone present was stunned, even Wang Sheng was stunned and didn't say anything for a moment.Liu Fu gasped for a few breaths, and turned half sideways to stare at Wang Sheng on the bed, "You can hide it from me! Keep it from me! Is it because I don't know anything when you are about to die?" !Maybe he ran out to hunt like crazy!"

It took Wang Sheng a long time to come back to his senses. He glanced out the window, looked at Liu Fu who had fallen from the sky, propped himself up from the bed, and said with a smile, "I've met the king. How come the king has been here for ten thousand years?" He imagined Many scenes when he met Liu Fu again, most of them were cautiously trying to bridge the gap, but he never thought that it would be this kind. The angry Liu Fu was like a thunderbolt entering the house, which was better than he imagined. The situation is much better - if Liu Fu really fixes it carefully with his hands restrained, he just fantasizes about it, and he will feel pain in his stomach.

"Why am I here? I'll carry your coffin board!" It's okay if Wang Sheng didn't smile, but when he smiled, Liu Fu became even angrier, "I don't know what you are like! You don't eat or sleep every day, just Take a look here! I'll let you see!" He turned around irritably, as if he couldn't find anything left for him to throw, so he kicked the censer at the side, and the censer suffered an indiscriminate disaster. He fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, letting out a series of painful moans of "dang lang lang lang".

Wang Sheng waved his hand, making the trembling bystanders in the room retreat first, and comforted him with a gentle voice: "Why is Your Majesty so angry?"

"Don't do this to me!" Liu Fu flicked his sleeves abruptly, raised his finger and pointed at Wang Sheng, striding forward aggressively towards him, and stopped when he got to the bedside, looking down at him, " Are you afraid that you won't die early enough, that we will see Dayong reunified one day, that you will see me become emperor with your own eyes?"

Wang Sheng smiled, "This is something I miss day and night."

"Who told you this! Don't come here!" Liu Fu bent down, and yelled in Wang Sheng's ear, "Can you pay attention to your own body! Do you think you are healthy? You toss, Even a cow would be exhausted to death!"

"You must pay attention." Wang Sheng was yelled until his ears were buzzing, but he didn't change his face. Instead, he gently pulled Liu Fu's hand. Pat, "Your Majesty, sit down first."

Liu Fu panted heavily and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling all over. He didn't know if he was angry or what, and the water on his head dripped down.Wang Sheng was so yelled at him that his stomach twisted again, but he couldn't care less, he took his cold hand and comforted him: "The minister has been busy with water control these days, and slept too little, just fell asleep. As soon as I woke up, I felt much better. The king first wiped his hair, changed into dry clothes, and took care not to catch the wind and cold."

"Ha! Wind and cold? You actually told me about wind and cold?" Liu Fu's anger that had just subsided rose up again, and he shook off Wang Sheng's hand, like pressing down a crossbow, and moved towards Wang Sheng. He cursed: "What's the wind and cold? No matter how serious the illness is, isn't it 'healed after a night'? A bad wind and cold is no big deal." He was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, "I just wish I couldn't Hurry up and catch this cold, let you taste what it feels like to be in a hurry..."

"Your Majesty!" Wang Sheng got a little angry, and looked at him with sharp eyes.Liu Fu stopped, clenched his jaw tightly, and stared at Wang Sheng bitterly.In the end, it was Wang Sheng who softened first, he stood up with difficulty, supported Liu Fu's shoulder, and kissed him lightly, "Your Majesty, don't be angry, speak slowly if you have something to say."

Wang Sheng seldom kissed him proactively. Liu Fu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to respond. He poked his tongue out, but suddenly reacted. Not only was he not happy, but he was even more angry, and he tore Wang Sheng away, " Are you using this to perfuse me?"

Wang Sheng's stomach hurts for a while, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly. Seeing that Liu Fu was like a hedgehog whose thorns exploded at the slightest touch, he had to think of another way.He stopped talking, put one hand on his stomach, and frowned slightly.

Sure enough, Liu Fu's momentum softened, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "Do you feel uncomfortable again?" After a pause, he added, "You deserve it."

Wang Sheng pushed his hand in again.

Liu Fu rested his hands on his knees, clenched into fists, looked at Wang Sheng, "Does it really hurt?"

Wang Sheng looked at him and nodded.

Liu Fu let out a "hum" from his nose, and stretched out his hand towards him. Halfway through, he remembered that his hands were cold, so he rubbed them vigorously twice before gently covering his stomach.His palm was only separated by a layer of underwear, and he pressed it on Wang Sheng's lower abdomen. It was still chilly there, and it was convulsing and writhing under his palm, it seemed that it was really not a trick.Liu Fu frowned, and when his anger dissipated, he felt sad. He lowered his head and rubbed silently.Wang Sheng only let out a muffled snort when he started rubbing it for the first time, other than that, he didn't make any sound, just looked at him quietly.

Liu Fu's heart was sour, and he hadn't seen him for a year. He didn't expect Wang Sheng to lose weight like this. His lower abdomen, which was originally flat, was slightly sunken. You don't need a jade belt to measure it, but you can tell it with your eyes. His waist must be bigger than that. Last year it was a bit narrower, and he could almost cover it with one hand.He touched up and found how many ribs Wang Sheng had, and he could count them with his fingers.

How does this look like Prime Minister Dayong?

He silently calculated in his heart that if it was his last life, Wang Sheng would only have three years left to live.Now he suddenly wondered, if he was reborn in this life, has he really changed anything?

Liu Fu added some strength, he couldn't do anything else now, he didn't even want to look up at Wang Sheng, he could only draw circles with his palm meticulously, trying to relieve him of the spasm.After an unknown amount of time, he felt calm under his hands, and quickly withdrew them, as if he didn't want to stay on his bony body for another quarter of an hour.Wang Sheng's stomach felt cold, so he covered it with his hand, tapped it lightly with his fingers, looked at Liu Fu, and suddenly smiled, "Hey, it still only knows the king."

Liu Fu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood.Wang Sheng stayed in Zhaodi for a year, and he was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground. When he felt pain, there was no one to rub his stomach, so he had to endure the pain by himself.He has been ill for a whole year, how did he endure it...

He raised his head abruptly, looked at Wang Sheng's face carefully, and suddenly his throat felt hot, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Jing Huan, you already have gray hair..."

Wang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile: "I'm not confused this year, and it's not unusual to have some gray hair."

Liu Fu shook his head, raised his hand to gently touch Wang Sheng's temples, and then touched his cheek down, "The face is sunken." He choked up a bit, and sighed: "The old and sick .”

Wang Sheng chuckled twice, this was the second time Liu Fu heard him laugh out loud, "Your Majesty is beginning to despise the veteran?"

Liu Fu was amused by his "veteran" and his expression softened, "I heard people say, did you vomit blood?"

Wang Sheng's expression paused for a moment, and then he said indifferently: "It's just a little bloodshot, it's not as scary as vomiting blood. I don't have a good stomach recently, so I'll be fine if I take care of it."

Liu Fu raised his chin towards the window, "Is this how you raise it?"

Wang Sheng sighed, and blamed him instead: "Your Majesty, I haven't said anything yet, how can I throw away the official documents like this?"

Liu Fu snorted, thinking that he was the first to complain, "If you don't look at it, can I throw it away?" He paused, "Jing Huan, when I beg you, can't you...take good care of your body? ?”

He raised his hand to stop Wang Sheng from talking, and continued to speak slowly: "I have persuaded you several times, and you have promised me well every time before, but when you turn around, you don't take it seriously again. I am afraid that I will worry, and in the end You put all your thoughts on how to hide it from me, and you know how to treat me in the dark. I know that you only think about the people and the country, so why don't I? Is it true that Liu Fu only has children's love in his heart? But think about it, we The two are already together, you are the prime minister of Yong Kingdom, you are also my, and my Liu Fu's..." He paused for a moment, before finally changing his mouth, "Prime Minister... is also my Liu Fu's prime minister."

"Don't throw your whole body into some country or society, you can't..." Liu Fu looked into Wang Sheng's eyes and said seriously: "Leave some for me? I don't want too much, as long as half is enough. "

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, a pair of black eyes were like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, something was shaking gently inside.He pressed Liu Fu's hand and showed a deep smile, "The king once said that he is a bird, and this minister is the wind. The wind of this minister wants to send the king higher and farther." ..."

Liu Fu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he shook his head and said, "Is this how you want to send it off? You never thought about it, what should I do when the wind clears..."

Wang Sheng held Liu Fu's hand firmly, "I only have one regret in my life, and that is my health. If I send the king farther away, I won't be able to go far. I don't regret it—" He paused, Looking deeply at Liu Fu, he said with a smile, "But I'm also reluctant."

He spoke slowly and softly, like autumn red leaves falling from the branches, and quietly fell to the ground, "If the sky is a holiday, I also want to watch the king go all over the world, establish a foundation and create a new era." In a peaceful and prosperous age...the king looks like a minister, and his temples also have gray hair. But how can there be a perfect thing in the world?"

"I only hope to help the king take one step forward, and then another step forward, nothing else," he said softly, his eyes filled with undisguised love, "How can I answer his request?"

Somehow, in Liu Fu's eyes, he at this time coincided with Wang Sheng who died of illness at the age of 43 in his previous life.The pair of gentle eyes in front of him merged with the cloudy eyes that remained wide open until death.

A deep sense of powerlessness surged up, Liu Fu burst into tears, shook his head vigorously, fell on Wang Sheng's body, and began to cry in a muffled voice.He was also like that at that time, lying on Wang Sheng's body and crying loudly, feeling the hot air in Wang Sheng's chest dissipating little by little under his body, just like watching him a little bit in front of him. , The same as dying a little bit.

Wang Sheng is still alive now, and the body beneath him is still warm, but what is the difference from then?He was still in front of himself, bit by bit, wasting his life, like a burning candle that burnt to the end at some point.

And what could he do?

Wang Sheng stroked Liu Fu's back lightly, lowered his head to get close to the top of the jet-black hair, and gently kissed the rain-soaked hair without raising his head for a long time.Listening to Liu Fu's choking, he closed his eyes silently.

He is not as calm as he looks.Monarch, minister, confidant, lover... He is no longer alone, how can he not be heartbroken.

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So how did the prime minister come back?That's what happened:

Liu Fu: Crazy hints.Wang Sheng: I don't know much about it.Liu Fu: Reluctantly agree.

Liu Fu: All in all, Taiyuan Yin himself was crying and clamoring to come back.

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When the king saw his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a year, he couldn't help crying——

Why is there such a miserable person like him who needs to be jealous with such an inexplicable thing like Qiankun Sheji

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Facts have proved that the effect of Xizi holding the heart is mutual

So this chapter is a mess

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Multiple-choice question: Which of the following options best matches King Yong's personality:

A Liu Ritian B little sun C silly roe deer D crying bag E the man who is now on my bed