After exhausting myself to death

Zhuo Feichen suddenly felt a little dazed as he listened to Shen Minghuan counting his achievements in detail. It was clearly something he had experienced personally, but it felt strange to him.

Perhaps it had been too long, and no one had mentioned these past events to him.

No one so solemnly appreciated his efforts, no one praised his achievements so much, no one valued him as much as he valued Da Qi's future, and no one was so sentimental that his life hung by a thread every time...

Zhuo Feichen already had a strong opinion of Shen Minghuan because of his friend's letters. After this conversation, he even made her a close friend and wanted to make a sworn sworn brother on the spot.

"The general's bravery is rare in the world, and Shen Che admires him. But in the battle against Li Lan a few months ago, the enemy general was only just as weak as the crown, but the general was defeated." Shen Minghuan shook his head and sighed.

Zhuo Feichen: "..."

He had tears in his eyes during the first half of the sentence, full of joy and touch at being recognized. Unexpectedly, the second half of the sentence suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Forget it, Xiaoyou Shen is telling the truth. If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to admit.

"I might as well..."

"It's because you don't want to continue."

Zhuo Feichen was startled.

Shen Minghuan looked at him with compassion in his eyes, "Who would have thought? General Zhuo, who has been fighting for half his life, is actually starting to get tired of war."

Zhuo Feichen was silent for a long time and let out a long sigh.

"You're right, I do... don't want to continue. In the past, I was bound to do it for my family and country. Now that Daqi is already a powerful country, why can't I live a peaceful life?"

His mood suddenly became a little low, "What is the difference between our behavior now and the thieves who cursed us in the past? When the Zhenbei Army was established, it was to protect our homeland and the country. We are not afraid of death because we are righteous. division."

"But what are we doing now? We are invading! We are destroying! We are letting people from other countries risk their lives to resist us!"

He was originally sitting upright with his back straight, but after saying these words, he suddenly slumped and leaned weakly on the back of the chair, with a somewhat old look on his face, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"No, the general is a man of temperament." Shen Minghuan's eyes were warm, "Do you still remember what I said? You can't wrong yourself for the rest of your life. Since you can't stand this situation, then change it."

Zhuo Feichen suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning.

Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and said reservedly: "I can do it, Zhu Xing is my sincerity. How about it? General, do you want to join me?"

"Your idea is dangerous." Zhuo Feichen had a complicated expression.

"But you are not afraid of danger." Shen Minghuan let him look at her with a relaxed tone.

Zhuo Feichen lowered his eyes and said nothing. He asked himself in his heart: Is his heart moved?

Then he answered: Yes.

In the final analysis, his loyalty was never to the people on the throne, but to the country.

"Okay." Zhuo Feichen said, "I still owe His Highness the Crown Prince a favor. In this case, I will do my best to help you."

As expected of a young man whose friends all admired him, he actually thought of using this method to help the prince win the throne.

Not everyone can have the courage and ability to force a woman to have a baby.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyebrows, "The prince is the prince, and I am me. If the general owes the prince a favor, I will return it to him. What does it have to do with me? Besides, what I want to discuss with the general has nothing to do with favors..."

He tapped the table with his folding fan. The sound was clear and crisp. Shen Minghuan paused and said, "It's the future."

As soon as such a grand concept of "the future" is uttered, half of the people in the world will burst into tears, and from then on they will be willing to live in ruins.

The cake was so big and fragrant that General Zhuo, who was new to the world, was so excited that he forgot to wonder why Shen Minghuan separated himself from the prince so much, making him look so unfamiliar.

No one knows now, not even Shen Minghuan himself, that this little tent will appear in people's mouths countless times in the future.

This was the first meeting between Emperor Ming and his generals, and here they made an oath to change the world.

*

Three months later, our army won a great victory, and the second prince Luo Xiuqi became famous all over the world.

Everyone knows that Daqi has a coach who wears a white robe and a golden mask. It was his frequent cleverness and strategizing that allowed Daqi to defeat the enemy in such a short period of time with only minimal casualties.

Li Lan wrote a letter asking for peace, willing to use the prince Li Chengzhao as a pledge, and also pay tribute to twelve carts of treasures, and go to Yanling to see Emperor Daqi.

The emperor was delighted, and his second son, King Rui, immediately "escorted" Prince Lilan's class back to the court.

Before the people arrived, rewards were already being sent to Prince Rui's Mansion in a steady stream.

The Holy One ordered the courtiers to organize a banquet to welcome the second prince. It is said that the banquet was grand and of extremely high standards.

There are rumors that His Majesty has already written the edict to establish the crown prince, and will reward the second prince as soon as he returns to Beijing.

Tian family affairs are state affairs. Countless pairs of eyes are watching every move in the court, and all kinds of speculations are rampant.

Then there were rumors that the second prince had hidden his incompetence for many years to protect himself, but now that he was so successful that he might be in danger of his life.

The rumors spread across the mountains and rivers and reached Luo Xiuqi's ears.

"Sir." Luo Xiuqi was a little depressed. He had not slept well for several days. "I will leave for Beijing tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work for me these days."

Luo Xiuqi was actually very scared.

While Shen Minghuan was conquering the battlefield in his name, he was sitting in the town behind doing nothing.

It is easy for people to think blindly when they are free.

Luo Xiuqi was often complacent and happy that he was getting closer and closer to that position, but he also often woke up from his dreams and regretted that he was so bold.

Rebellion, why did he decide to embark on this path without any hesitation in the first place?

When "Luo Xiuqi" became famous, he was still a little secretly proud, but as more and more praises were piled on this name, he couldn't help but start to feel afraid.

No matter how conceited Luo Xiuqi is, he still knows that he has no such ability. Will the people in the world doubt him? Will Father be suspicious? If they knew he was not as powerful as rumored, would they still support him?

And...Shen Minghuan...

When he had nothing to do and turned his attention to the matter of forcing the palace to rebel, he suddenly realized that he had no way to start.

Everything depends on Shen Minghuan's planning.

So, will Shen Minghuan always help him? What if your husband gives up? How should he go on in the future?

Luo Xiuqi forced himself to calm down. He thought that of course his husband would always help him. He would always respond to his requests and he had no reason to betray him.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him and was too lazy to speak, so he didn't answer.

Luo Xiuqi's expression was slightly stiff. Although he had known Shen Minghuan's unpleasant temperament after having been together for so long, he did not have the courage to express his dissatisfaction. Luo Xiuqi had a smile on his face and asked humbly: "Sir, have you heard about the rumors that have been circulating recently?"

I heard it, and if nothing else, it was him who did it.

Shen Minghuan noticed that there was deep fear in Luo Xiuqi's eyes. Was he afraid? Don’t you still want to give in? This is not okay.

Shen Minghuan condescended to deal with him: "Your Highness, you are the future emperor, how can you be so cowed?"

"God...Emperor, me?" Luo Xiuqi's fearful expression quickly flashed with greed.

Shen Minghuan said proudly: "My master will naturally be the emperor."

"Your Highness, why should you worry about rumors? What does it matter whether the rumors are true or false? I have the Shen family and tens of millions of literati under my sect to govern the government, and the Suppressing North Army has military power. Even if the Holy One wants to do something to you, you have to weigh it carefully."

Speaking of Zhenbei Army...

"Zhu Xing is dead, is everything okay?" Luo Xiuqi asked anxiously.

Zhu Xing's death was stuffed into the army's victory report and placed inconspicuously on the Holy Emperor's desk.

Normally, if his thug died, the emperor would definitely kill a few people to calm down his anger. But now he is immersed in the joy of opening up and expanding his territory, why does he care about a little Zhu Xing?

As the saying goes, the streets are full of obedient lepers.

But Luo Xiuqi didn't know.

In his eyes, his father's confidants died at the border without any reason after he arrived.

When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. When Zhu Xing died, how could the emperor not show any sign at all, or even find out the cause of death?

On the surface, he seems indifferent and doesn't say a word. Maybe he is holding something bad in his heart.

Zhuo Feichen brushed open the curtain, clasped his fists and gave a military salute to the people inside, "Your Highness, Mr. Shen."

His expression was respectful, and he "quietly" raised his eyes to look at Luo Xiuqi, with unabashed reverence in his eyes.

Luo Xiuqi: "!!!"

The corners of Luo Xiuqi's mouth turned up unconsciously, "General, you don't have to be polite, hahahaha."

Zhuo Feichen and Luo Xiuyuan were from the same world. Luo Xiuqi could not reach that world, so he could only watch their backs from a distance and witness them becoming more and more dazzling.

He is a high-ranking prince, but at some point he will suddenly realize the distance between himself and those people.

The world calls these people geniuses. Luo Xiuqi sometimes feels that everyone in the world has no vision, so he can just follow him.

More often than not, he gazed at the splendor of these people with a dark expression, and cast the most vicious curse on them in his heart.

He is proud of his identity, but he can only be proud of this identity.

He despised their humbleness, but he also envied and even envied them from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Zhuo Feichen look like this towards him now was more satisfying than drinking a big gulp of ice water on a dog day.

Luo Xiuqi had already replaced Zhuo Feichen's face with Luo Xiuyuan's appearance in his mind. He was so excited when he thought that his eldest brother, who had been excellent since childhood, would one day lean over him and bow down.

"Your Highness, this Zhu Xing..."

"Death is dead."

"Your Highness, that rumor..."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"Your Highness, but Your Majesty..."

"I am the Holy One!"

Luo Xiuqi was startled when he said these words. His face was full of sarcasm, and he explained carefully: "Sir, general, I just..."

Shen Minghuan smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness has such ambition, which is great."

Zhuo Feichen also smiled slightly and looked at him with even more reverence.

When Luo Xiuqi left as if he had drunk fake wine, the two looked at each other and complimented each other.

"Sir, very eloquent."

"General, good acting."

"No, no, the general has given me a reward."

"It's just so so, sir, that's a compliment."