After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan has been away for three months.

He left when the snow was white, and when he came back, the road was covered with verdant green.

He Zhang rode a horse and rode side by side with Shen Minghuan's carriage.

Zhuo Feichen once again took on the responsibility of a coachman and drove for Shen Minghuan himself, striving to be fast and steady. He only believed in his own driving skills.

Returning with a great victory, the one they defeated was the Kou State whom Qi Chao hated so much, but there was no joy on their faces, only lingering worry.

——Shen Minghuan was injured, and the injury was not serious.

He was hit by an arrow in the back, and the arrow's blade was poisoned. Until now, the poison has not been completely removed.

Perhaps because of the lingering poison, Shen Minghuan's injury never healed.

The best doctors are all in Yanling. The conditions in the north are difficult and not suitable for cultivation. Otherwise, Zhuo Feichen would not have agreed to his return at this time. After all, even if he did not feel the bumps, this long journey would be a heavy burden on his body.

But the person involved didn't think it was anything. From time to time he would open the thick curtain of the carriage. It was nothing important. He just called Zhuo Feichen, then sat down obediently and lowered the curtain while Zhuo Feichen roared angrily.

The above process happens repeatedly, and Shen Ming never gets tired of it.

"General Zhuo." Shen Minghuan started a new round of scolding.

Zhuo Feichen took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Shen Che! Put down the curtain! It's windy! It's windy! If you want anything, say it through the curtain!"

He had a headache. He really didn't understand why Shen Minghuan was still so rebellious at his age.

"Okay, just put it down." Shen Minghuan's attitude of giving in became more and more skillful: "But I'm bored, why don't you call He Zhang up to accompany me?"

Zhuo Feichen was overjoyed: "He Zhang, He Zhang, come here quickly, you go to the carriage to accompany Ming Huan."

In this way, Shen Minghuan can be more at ease, right? Zhuo Feichen was deeply aware of the difficulty of raising children, and was thankful for the ten thousandth time that she did not have children.

He Zhang had been following the carriage closely. He heard Shen Minghuan talking and hesitated a little.

Although I got along with this person a lot during this period, it was only for official business. Shen Minghuan gave orders and he carried them out, nothing more.

When Zhuo Feichen greeted Shen Minghuan and chatted and laughed with him, He Zhang always avoided it when he could. If he couldn't avoid it, he kept silent and reduced his sense of presence.

He didn't know how Shen Minghuan could be so calm and didn't care about his assassination at all.

Zhuo Feichen was still urging: "He Zhang, He Zhang."

Shen Ming was overjoyed and repeated like a parrot: "He Zhang, He Zhang."

He Zhang dismounted silently, carefully taking off his cold armor, and then bent down to get on the carriage.

Shen Minghuan winked at him and said teasingly: "How does it feel to have the God of War drive for you?"

He Zhang only glanced at him and said nothing.

Because of the injury, Shen Minghuan's face was a little pale. He was already thin, but now he looked even more frail.

He Zhang knew that his condition was not good, the wounds on his back were still hideous, and the toxins were tormenting him all the time, but this man still smiled brightly and wantonly.

"Do you still want to kill me?" Shen Minghuan didn't care if he didn't answer, and said to himself: "But you obviously don't have this chance, and you probably never will."

He Zhang couldn't help but said: "I can kill you right now." With this man's current appearance, He Zhang could crush him to death with just a few fingers, and Zhuo Feichen wouldn't even have time to save him.

On the contrary, Shen Minghuan was able to be alone with him under such circumstances. Could it be that she... trusted him?

Shen Minghuan laughed again when he heard this, leaning forward and back, making He Zhang worried that this person would injure his back.

Shen Ming finished laughing and changed the subject: "What do you think of the present His Majesty? How does it compare to the previous Emperor?"

He Zhang: "..."

"I understand, I understand." Shen Minghuan said seriously: "You want to say that Luo Xiuyuan is good at everything. The late emperor is not worthy to compare with him."

He Zhang: "..."

Shen Minghuan nodded, and he understood again, "It's a pity that there is a lack of kindness, right? Oh, I understand."

"General He," Shen Minghuan said, "I am very curious. If the person who avenged you was Luo Xiuyuan, would you protect him and be loyal to him at all costs? Will you always respect his will and do what he wants? The sword in your hand?"

"I will do it now." He Zhang answered quickly this time.

"Hey, don't talk too much, General He." Shen Minghuan seemed to be discussing with him seriously: "Look, if someone saves you now, or kills enemies you can't kill for you, wouldn't you Are you going to run away with someone?"

He Zhang was also very serious: "My strength is pretty good and I don't have that many enemies."

"Yes, if there is a blood feud at every turn, your life will be too miserable." Shen Minghuan glanced at him with pity, as if he had already carried ten or eight deep-seated hatreds on his back.

Shen Minghuan secretly and carefully opened the curtain on the window a crack. He Zhang looked at his sneaky movements and was confused whether to file a complaint.

"We're almost at Yanling." Shen Minghuan said suddenly: "General He, go back first and tell them to tidy up my room. I have to have a big meal. During this time, it's either dry food or game. Besides, your craftsmanship has also improved." No, it tastes terrible."

He Zhang saw him frowning and complaining dissatisfiedly, and felt that Shen Minghuan was very strange.

In order to save time, they always took shortcuts and there were no cities on the way.

But Zhuo Feichen felt sorry for Shen Minghuan. If there was a town nearby, he would definitely snatch He Zhang's horse and go shopping alone. They said they were dry food, but in fact they were all exquisitely made snacks. Even if they couldn't compare with the skills of the royal chef in the palace, How bad would it be?

If it was in the wilderness, Zhuo Feichen would go hunting specifically and make a pot of soup for Shen Minghuan under such inadequate conditions.

He Zhang never thought that traveling far away could be so comfortable. He felt that even the emperor might not receive such treatment even when he was on tour.

But Shen Minghuan was still not satisfied.

This man was so squeamish that he didn't say a word after being injured, and didn't even show any pain.

In fact, he is not very squeamish. He has never complained before and eats whatever he is given. During the war, when he was trapped in the forest, he swallowed the grass root tree bark without changing his expression.

Shen Minghuan finally finished counting his "requests" in detail, "That's all for now, go ahead."

Zhuo Feichen, who was driving, also raised his voice slightly: "He Zhang, you go back first and let the imperial doctors wait."

*

The morning court had just ended, and Luo Xiuyuan left several newly promoted officials to discuss matters.

After talking about business matters, they started talking about personal matters. Luo Xiuyuan said a lot of good things about Shen Minghuan, trying to brainwash these officials by making secret comments.

Luo Xiuyuan was a very gentle emperor, and officials would occasionally joke with him.

Someone boldly said: "Your Majesty, you and the prince have really deceived us."

"It's not just you. Ming Huan also kept it from me at first. If I hadn't discovered it myself, Ming Huan wouldn't have told me." Luo Xiuyuan said with a smile.

Now the officials were curious, "Why?"

Luo Xiuyuan once asked Shen Minghuan why he didn't talk to him about this issue beforehand. This person should have told him when he "taken refuge" in Luo Xiuqi.

Otherwise, what if he is so stupid that he really thinks this person is betraying him?

"Ming Huan said..." This was not something that could be talked about easily. Luo Xiuyuan's tone suddenly became a little low.

At that time, Shen Minghuan was sitting at his desk and didn't know what he was writing. After hearing Luo Xiuyuan's question, he casually replied: "Because if I said it, you would definitely not agree."

"Da Qi is a rotten tree. The aristocratic families, dignitaries, including the late emperor, are all rotten roots buried deep in the ground. There is no shortage of loyal ministers around you, but loyal ministers cannot save such Da Qi."

He happened to finish writing one, blew on the ink on it, and put it aside: "Nirvana and rebirth must first experience the torment of fire. If Daqi wants to be reborn, someone needs to cut off all these roots, and I am willing to do it. Knife wielder."

"I need rights." Shen Minghuan stretched out, took another piece of white paper and wrote: "I know you will believe me, but they probably won't believe it. If you argue, it will inevitably affect the relationship between the king and his ministers. Points. I want to help you, but I can’t ruin your relationship.”

"You are the emperor, and it is inconvenient to do these things, but I don't have these worries." Shen Minghuan continued to write, saying with two minds: "Sometimes, powerful ministers can play a greater role than loyal ministers, right? "

So he became the regent and killed Daqi up and down until rivers of blood flowed. He shouldered the burden of human life and sins in exchange for Luo Xiuyuan's road to the summit being white and flawless, and in exchange for these huge mountains and rivers being beautiful and beautiful.

After Luo Xiuyuan repeated Shen Minghuan's words word for word, everyone present held their faces and held their breath, with solemn expressions.

They stood up in unison and bowed deeply to the northwest. "Your Majesty is so righteous."

Luo Xiuyuan listened to the praises of Shen Minghuan in his ears, and when he thought of the man far away in the north, his mood suddenly dropped.

He still had something to say.

It was dark at that time, the room was as bright as day, there was snow falling outside the window, and when I looked up, it was as black as ink in the distance.

Shen Minghuan put down the pen in his hand, half-leaned on the chair, and closed his eyes slightly, "I originally wanted to never tell you... If I fail, the public becomes angry, and the powerful people of the family threaten the court, you can still push me out and let them do whatever they want. Deal with it to calm down the anger, so as to buy Da Qi some time."

"Why do you look like this? It's just a hypothetical. Aren't I pretty good now? Besides, with the blood on my hands, it's not an exaggeration to sentence him to death in Lingchi..."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not going to cry, are you? Your Majesty, Luo Xiuyuan, it's embarrassing to shed tears at such an old age... Don't cry, don't cry, I'm wrong, isn't that okay?"

"That's why I don't want you to know. I know that you will feel sad if you find out. It will make you feel betrayed by me, and maybe it will feel a little easier. Who told you to have to guess and investigate..."