I just like the Prime Minister

The courtyard where they lay their corpses collectively is the property of Wu Dunyuan, a wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River, in Chaoge City. The Wu family runs the largest bank in Dayu.

The merchants had a low status in Dayu, and the warrior clan had donated officials to the tribe since Wu Dunyuan's father's generation. Coincidentally, the immediate boss at that time was Zhang Yishan, the governor of Liangjiang, and Zhang Yishan also became friends with Wu Dunyuan. Hearing about the situation in Chaoge City, without further ado, Wu Dunyuan donated this villa in the inner city for a group of people to settle down.

Pei Wenyuan was completely thinking of what to say, Jiang Xizhu heard this, and suspected that the rich businessman's friendship with Zhang Yishan was not just as simple as a junior in the world, but felt that it might have something to do with the Phoenix Seal.

But he was in low spirits and had a splitting headache. He didn't have time to tell Pei Wenyuan what was there or not. He had heard about it, but the one he remembered the most was the now missing phoenix.

However, before Jiang Xizhu asked about Phoenix's whereabouts, he heard someone pushing the door and entering.

Wu Dunyuan was not a short-sighted businessman who only fought for small profits and short-sightedness. After saving such a large family business, vision and heart are indispensable. As the tide rises, there is also the taste of life.

According to Pei Wenyuan's eyes, Wu Dunyuan's house, which he hasn't seen in 800 years, is very well-decorated. There are few shadows in front of the courtyard, green lotuses and hibiscus by the water, and the summer breeze comes slowly. It is an indescribable poetic world. .

Jiang Xizhu followed the sound and looked out the door, but he didn't see the wonderful scenery of the courtyard that Pei Wenyuan described in half a pen and ink. The only thing he could see was that the charm was better than countless young people in the world.

The image of His Majesty the emperor who used to be ashamed of the moon is really a bit curly now, no matter how brazen he is, he dare not call himself a "beautiful young man". He has a lame leg, but he can't use crutches, because the ribs on the side of his broken leg are also split. It's almost the same, it hurts when you use crutches, and the gauze wrapped on the head is much more economical than the three layers on Jiang Xizhu's head, and it looks like a skilled worker.

With such a miserable face, I don't know how he moved from other places step by step with his body and mind.

Just now Jiang Xizhu remembered a bit of his aura of turning around and leaving on the city wall. When he saw Li Chengzuo again, he suddenly couldn't say anything. Blame and distress rushed into his heart. The eloquent prime minister suddenly found out There are times when I am speechless.

The moment Pei Wenyuan saw His Majesty the Emperor again, he used his hands and feet to get out, for fear that His Majesty would think of something that "dislikes him", so if he could point out a shocking wedding, he would be able to go home and weep for the ancestral memorial tablet.

Fortunately, Pei Wenyuan ran fast, and Li Chengzuo was happy when he saw Jiang Xizhu for a moment. After he remembered the fact that the prime minister woke up and saw the first thing he saw was not himself, he wanted to get angry again. He has bad arms but good legs. General Pei has long been turned into a wisp of smoke in the sky.

Li Chengzuo couldn't find an outlet to vent his anger, and the whole emperor lost the meaning of showing off his prestige. He sat down on Jiangxi's bamboo couch with drooping eyebrows, and belatedly poured the cup of tea that Pei Wenyuan had just offered, Poured a new cup of tea for Jiang Xizhu.

"Song Zhen is here, and General Zhao is also here." Li Chengzuo said while feeding Jiang Xizhu, "When you were unconscious, Zhang Yishan and Luo Wanchuan also arrived. Zhang Yishan started to clean up things in the south of the Yangtze River. There is no change in the capital for the time being. Don't worry... ...Hey, the water is scalding you slowly."

This golden and noble ancestor has never served anyone since he was born. This method of feeding people is not as good as Pei Wenyuan, who is not serious. The prime minister was not choked to death by General Pei's bowl of water, but now he was almost choked to death by Li Chengzuo. The water was scalding to death, and suddenly I felt a little unloved.

Li Chengzuo was in a panic all over, stroking his back and smoothing his hands in a hurry. Unexpectedly, this action involved his own parts that were not very neat, and he grinned a bit, which provoked Jiang Xizhu again. appease him.

It wasn't until this time that Li Chengzuo was sure that Jiang Xizhu was fine, but he was too lazy to talk to him.

His Majesty the Emperor finally calmed down from the bluffing.

His walk on the city wall was a real renege and fattening. Now that I think about it, I feel a little pain in the face. If the city collapsed just right and the reinforcements came at the right time, he himself is not sure that Jiang Xizhu will see a living of myself.

But now, at most, it is somewhat difficult to face.

The day and night when he was digging people from the pile of rubble, he never thought of running. After all, Jiang Xizhu's life and death were uncertain, and he really couldn't let go of his mind; but in those days when he was waiting for Jing Qing to come from Khitan, he kept "running" Ordering some bean curds with "Liu", always thinking that Jing Qing will leave when he arrives, leave when Jing Qing prescribes the medicine, leave after dressing his wound, and leave after watching him drink the medicine...

In the end, God couldn't stand it anymore, and directly gave him the grace to "faint on the spot", and sent him to Jiangxizhu to wake up.

At that time, he was in a coma without hesitation, but now that he woke up, he had to admit that he had to ask for forgiveness for the sins he had done.

He rolled gracefully on the city wall, and now that he came back, "kneeling down and begging for mercy" was a bit cheap, but I'm afraid it would be more immediate.

However, Jiang Xizhu didn't give him this chance.

The emperor, who couldn't even lose face, looked at Liushenwuzhu under the red-stained gaze of the prime minister, thinking that what Jiang Xizhu was about to say was to question, but he didn't want to, he endured it, and lightly touched Li Chengzuo, who was obviously limping legs.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Xizhu took a deep breath, moved his hand to the bandage between his waist and abdomen, found that the bandage was bleeding, shivered a bit, and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

His Majesty the Emperor saw the prime minister's red eye circles, and he had already thrown away his helmet and abandoned his armor. The stinking problem of pretending to be able to resist the dead duck's mouth made a comeback. Injury is nothing."

Jiang Xizhu originally thought that as long as he dared to say "it doesn't hurt", he would poke his finger on the head, but under the affectionate gaze of his peach blossom eyes, he couldn't bear any heart.

A city that has stood for a hundred years will be shattered, blood-lined relatives will be betrayed, and there will always be travelers who turn around and leave at any time in the world of life, but sooner or later.

When I wake up, I can still see him in front of my eyes, what a blessing.

Jiang Xizhu suddenly didn't want to be pretentious about the antecedents and the consequences that didn't happen. A clever slender finger that originally wanted to poke Li Chengzuo slowly slid onto Li Chengzuo's handsome and unparalleled face.

His Majesty's eyes were blue and gray, and he lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and the sparkle in his peach eyes was bloodshot, but his features were already handsome, and he was still elegant and handsome. Is a sinking decadent handsome.

Jiang Xizhu slowly caressed this face, endured the severe pain on his head, smiled slowly, and said softly: "There will be no next time."

Under such circumstances, Li Chengzuo couldn't pretend to be stupid at all. The way of keeping a low profile and bide his time that he had practiced for half his life was completely broken. He grabbed Jiang Xizhu's hand, and tears with red marks flashed in his eyes.

"No more." He said, and in the middle of speaking, he seemed to think of his precarious reputation, and added, "If there is a next time, I will..."

It was Jiang Xizhu who directly covered his mouth.

"No need." Jiang Xizhu said, "I believe what you said."

Li Chengzuo suddenly squeezed out an emotion called "guilt" from his dark heart that he had cultivated when he was enslaving others, but the guilt disappeared in a flash.

It is said that Emperor Tianqi is a sophistry and foolish emperor, but few people know that even Li Chengzuo discovered this fact a long time later - Li Chengzuo is actually not good at words, what he said may not be the truth, but the truth is It may not be true, and what he didn't say doesn't mean he doesn't think so.

This situation is especially serious when facing Jiang Xizhu.

The obsession that has been deeply rooted in his heart since he was a boy, Li Chengzuo never thought that it can really bloom a fragrant flower and bear a tree of strong fruit. He has been thinking about it since he confessed his feelings to Jiang Xizhu With that uneasy joy, every day is a little more.

He even felt that he was like a jar, and that love was like a trickling fountain of water, filling up that empty heart every day, and one day, it would be completely overflowing.

However, Li Chengzuo never thought that it would be at this time.

The assumptions that have been carefully constructed are collapsing wantonly, and the lies that have been created over the years are being exposed without any scruples.

Nothing can be broken, nothing can be built, everything is being reshuffled, and all planning has come to an unexpected end. Under such circumstances, no one can save this decline. They can only make the final deployment when they know everything. To save it in case.Even if he is an emperor, he can only watch the empire, which has long been covered by illusions, fall down with scars, and then be born in nirvana amidst blood and war.

Li Chengzuo stabilized his emotions and tried his best to suppress the last trace of sadness in his eyes.

Looking up again, he looked at Jiang Xizhu, and finally returned to the pure affection.

Speaking of Nirvana, it was rare for Li Chengzuo to think of something other than Jiang Xizhu. This may be a good thing for Jiang Xizhu, but His Majesty the Emperor still couldn't help turning black.

Li Chengzuo let go of Jiang Xizhu's hand, showing a very disgusted expression, and groped around the front with his better hand.

He has a rib injury, and his outer shirt has been loosely worn these days, and nothing strange can be seen at all, but as his hands stretched out from the front, Jiang Xizhu finally saw clearly that he actually kicked a soft little Futon in arms.

On the futon, a small bird curled up and fell asleep peacefully.

Even if it is only a little bigger than a palm, the colorful tail feathers on its body are still shining brightly.

It is a phoenix reborn from Nirvana.

The author has something to say: I added a little bit to the last paragraph, if you haven't seen all of it, you must refresh it.