Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

The scholar should be thankful that he didn't get stuck in those erected weapons and die, or should he be depressed that he is very likely to die slowly with fear and serious injuries in this kind of place.

When I fell just now, if I hadn’t been scratched by something in the middle, I would have died miserably if I fell directly from the top, but now when I stand up, my knee hurts badly, so I can only walk with my hands on the wall, and I can’t move with one hand. Do not press the chest to relieve the pain.

Along the way, the whole body was barely supported by the little friction caused by the arms propping up against the wall. The sleeves had been worn out when they fell and bumped just now, and now they were all supported by the arms. The feeling turned from the original burning pain to numbness, the pain in the chest covered up these small pains in the body, the whole body was covered with injuries, and I couldn't care about so much.

The scholar didn't know how he fell from the tower and was still alive, and he didn't know how he survived the chaotic battlefield. He only knew that he wanted to live and survive.

(52) Alone

When the scholar woke up, the general had won the battle, and except for the surrendered rebels, the rest of the rebels were wiped out.

The scholar woke up and got two good news. The good news was told by the general. One was to wipe out the rebel army, which was a great achievement. Planning to capture Xue Yu's men and horses, he beheaded Xue Yu directly on the Mafushi Mountain in the southeast.

Ma Fushi, the scholar studies topographic maps every day. He knows that every place in the border town is firmly imprinted in his mind. Ma Fushi is facing Shimen Town. The scholar only feels that every part of his body is It hurts, every joint, every flesh and blood hurts badly.

The barracks was full of cheers and shouts of victorious battles. The scholar followed the general to the most inconspicuous part of the barracks. Xue Yu's body was here. Looking at the pile of bones, the scholar felt that his body was dull and rotten. It went straight to his stomach, causing waves of nausea, and the scholar couldn't help but vomited it out outside the tent.

The scholar has never been to see him since then. After the scholar returned, he had a high fever for several nights due to his old injury. It passed after a while, and no one was so delicate, and the accompanying military doctor also worried a lot about it.

Troubled autumn is just troublesome. News came from the central capital that the emperor was seriously ill and the general returned quickly. Seeing this, the general became anxious immediately. Before he could jump up, he was stopped by the scholar kneeling in front of him.

The general raised his eyebrows, stared with big eyes like copper bells, and said anxiously, "What are you doing!"

"Don't worry, general, just listen to Xiaosheng." The scholar is still seriously ill, his face is frighteningly pale, and his eyes are too sharp. The scholar who has always been soft and weak unexpectedly showed his eyes like a knife.

"What the hell are you going to say?"

"The Holy Majesty is seriously ill, and the world is about to change hands. I hand over Xue Yu's body to Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng will definitely help the new master with all his strength." The scholar said, his eyes slowly raised, and finally stared at the general, "General, Xiaosheng is willing to help ten The seventh prince ascends the throne, as long as he agrees to Xiaosheng's conditions."

The general didn't expect that the scholar would do this for a corpse, and he kept muttering in his mouth: Beauty is in trouble, beauty is in trouble.

At that moment, the general only thought that the scholar was really crazy, too crazy.

However, after weighing the pros and cons, the general knew that he was the Seventeenth Prince. However, if he got the scholar's promise, he would have an extra chance of winning. Why not do it for a mere sycophant.

However, what the general regrets the most is agreeing to the scholar. Emperor Yanfeng died of a serious illness, leaving a will, and the seventeenth prince Gao You succeeded to the throne.

Although there are objections in the court, but the will is already here, and there are generals helping with heavy troops, this matter is a certainty.

Another three years, three years after Gao You ascended the throne, rectified laws and regulations, promoted reforms and innovations, Master Shangshu Zhao Jun made remarkable achievements, was appreciated by the emperor, worshiped as prime minister, the government and the opposition were stable, and reforms were carried out.

Scholar is the prime minister, less than thirty years old, very young, rare, anyone who sees a prime minister talks about it, he is friendly, regardless of high or low, however, no matter how close he is, he sees that the prime minister is not close to others, and his temperament is far away Be dull.

From the outsiders' point of view, the scholar's smooth career in career can be described as frank, but the scholar himself knows the bitterness and sweetness of it.

The scholar is willing to trade his life for his freedom and peace.

The scholar sitting in the courtyard smiled faintly, looking at the moon in the sky, the Mid-Autumn Festival, I have been alone for three years, and the promise of that person has long been lost with the scholar's betrayal that day, and the scholar's smile became obscure.

"It's cold, don't catch a cold."