Have you washed white today [Quick Transmigration]

Li Shoude was standing outside the gate of Ziji Hall, with his hands in his sleeves, bowed his body low, wishing he could shrink himself into a stone statue, so that he could neither see nor hear, nor even feel...

That newly recruited beauty caught up with today's bedtime, and I don't know if it's too good or too bad luck--Your Majesty is usually cloudy and uncertain, especially when he meets Marquis Weiyuan, let alone how easy it is. When people came back from the border, as soon as they entered the palace today, they mentioned the most unimportant matter to Prime Minister Fu. Now, listening to the sound of crackling and shattering utensils coming from far away in the hall, Li Shoude was startled and felt his heart beating. Blood.

This incident caused a lot of trouble... He didn't even have time to exchange out the valuables first, His Majesty was furious, and the internal treasury suffered heavy losses...

Inside the Ziji Hall, Lu He knelt on the spot without saying a word, while the emperor in front of him walked up and down irritably, his robe curled up in the wind, obviously very angry.

He was a little distracted again, looking at Xia Zhi's still bare feet, a little worried that he would step on those fragments - if the dragon's body was damaged, his crime would be serious.

"I don't understand you," Xia Zhi finally stopped, leaned over and squinted at Lu He, completely lost his attention to another beauty who was curled up in a corner and tried to reduce his sense of existence, "Does Lu Qing know that there are many people outside?" What do you say about you? Those rotten scholars think that Fu Jia's disaster is all controlled by you, why, do you still want to restore your image?"

Lu He raised his head and looked at him: "No...you should have heard about what happened in front of the palace gate."

Xia Zhi stood up straight, with his hands behind his back, his expression unpredictable.

Indeed, before Lu He came in, he had already heard the report of the dispute in front of the palace gate by the hidden guards. It was precisely because of this that the emperor never expected that Lu He, who had always been sensible, had just met him, So unswervingly pleading with Fu Jia...

Fu Jia...

He must die!

But seeing Lu He kneeling with a stubborn look, Xia Zhi couldn't help having a headache again.

The rumors from the outside world were true—in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, he really had a soft spot for Lu He.Seriously, among that group of old and young courtiers who are either big, big, thick or weak, who wouldn't like Marquis Weiyuan who is as dazzling as a phoenix in a pheasant?Not to mention that he is very useful in war, showing off his power outside, and obedient like a lamb in front of him.For so many years, Lu He has never done anything against his will, except that he has never been able to really pull people into the dragon bed to try something new.

Ugh.

"If you want to kneel, just kneel here," the emperor finally said angrily, "Lu He, don't rely on my favor to be lawless—anyway, after three days, the prime minister's mansion must not leave anyone behind."

"His Majesty……"

"If you don't go, Fu Jia will make more enemies in court, and there will be countless moths that are more greedy than you and crueler than you. Think about it for yourself."

"..."

"Li Shoude, drive to Bichen Palace, I've been resting there for the past few days."

The steward answered yes loudly outside, trotted in, and changed the emperor's clothes and face without looking sideways. During the whole process, without looking at the other two people present, Lu He half lowered his head, staring at the golden cloth on the ground. I don't know what to think.

The huge Ziji Hall soon became empty. Lu He knelt on the spot silently. After a while, he heard the girl who was also left here start to sob softly. I feel very uncomfortable.

——Even if she escaped today's death, her whole life imprisoned in the palace would be considered ruined.

Lu He sighed, and was thinking of saying something to comfort her to see if it was a collapse, when suddenly he felt his eyes go dark, dizziness rushed into his brain, and his body was about to fall forward uncontrollably.

The concubine exclaimed in surprise: "Lord Lu——!"

Lu He quickly stretched out his hands to support the ground, managed to control his figure with great difficulty, and when he looked up, he saw the little girl stumbling over, with tears still remaining on her face: "My lord...you are bleeding!"

……Um?

Lu He was taken aback for a moment, and when he lowered his head, he realized that blood was faintly oozing from his chest and abdomen—he had just won a big victory on the Beirong battlefield the day before yesterday, but his coach was also injured, and was called back urgently by the emperor, so he ran away without stopping A few days later, not only did the wound not heal, but it became more and more serious.

He breathed lightly, trying to calm down his expression and tone: "Madam, please, can you find some clean cloth for me?"

"This……"

The girl bit her lip, struggled for a moment, stood up cautiously, and came back with some clean silk and a small pot of water after a while, and said embarrassedly: "I only found these..."

"Thank you," Lu He nodded calmly, frowning slightly, "Please avoid, Madam."

"Huh...? Oh oh." She was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned her back, and then Lu He hurriedly bandaged himself with those things. He felt his body temperature rise a bit, but in the current dilemma, he couldn't help it. There is no time to think about these.

"grown ups……"

He was thinking about how to persuade the emperor to change his mind, the hall was silent for a while, and he heard a soft female voice calling him timidly: "My lord, you just said... the emperor really wants to kill Mr. Fu?"

Lu He opened his eyes suddenly, and the gaze sharpened on the battlefield shot straight at the concubine's face like an arrow. The little girl trembled and lowered her head in panic.

With a straight face, his voice was so cold that it could fall out of ice: "What do you mean?"

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