I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, early in the morning, the sky was bright.

Jing Xing dragged his half-dead stomach to wash up hastily, and began to change into court clothes, Ye Zhuolin was still not at ease: "Are you all right?"

Last night, Ye Zhuolin always felt that Jing Xing was reluctant to drink the tomato, egg and coriander soup, but this was just a sixth sense, because Jing Xing was always smiling, the hand holding the bowl did not shake, and he drank it smoothly. After a few sips, Zhuo Lin found it to be acceptable. After all, it was not delicious for the first time, but he thought it was not bad.

But he just felt that Jing Xing didn't seem to be very willing to drink.

Ye Zhuolin didn't ask on the spot, because Jing Xing himself didn't say anything, and at the end, it was just a very cryptic probe: "How's the taste?"

Jing Xing concealed the blue veins on his forehead, and showed a very sincere smile: "Of course what Madam does is excellent."

These words were actually a bit oblique, but Ye Zhuolin hardly heard it, and nodded thoughtfully: "If you like to drink, I will make it for you after returning to the original world."

Jing Xing: "..."

So, when Ye Zhuolin asked if Jing Xing was okay, Jing Xing finally rose up, gritted his teeth and rebelled on the spot: "You can't have both, so I choose pure tomato and egg soup."

"...Oh, relatively speaking, you still like the original one."

Finally understood that life is not easy, Jing Xing sighed.

Ye Zhuolin fumbled to straighten Jing Xing's neckline, and looked around, making adjustments little by little, as if he was adorning a precious treasure.This was the first time he saw Jing Xing wearing a court dress, and it refreshed his world view: it turns out that someone could really wear the ugly dark brown court dress into the appearance of such a handsome young man, and it would not be recorded in the history books of folk books What a pity.

General Ye naturally ignored him.

He sent Jing Xing to the door, on the eve of farewell, the moment he let go, Ye Zhuolin suddenly froze.

Jing Xing was always able to catch Ye Zhuolin's emotional changes at the first time, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, you go." Ye Zhuolin smiled back, "I'll wait for your return."

Seeing that Ye Zhuolin had no intention of continuing, Jing Xing didn't ask further: "Okay, if you have anything to do, you can contact Jing Ye first, or contact me through the system."

"I know, Pavilion Master, go ahead, don't be late."

After Jing Xing's figure completely disappeared, Ye Zhuolin sighed, and spread out on the recliner, as if he was going to lie down for a whole day without eating or drinking.

"It's quite illusory." Ye Zhuolin said to Chen Xi, "So I would really live this kind of life-eating and waiting to die, waiting for others to handle everything for me, and I would just stay at home or something I don’t have to do anything, and I can take care of myself for the elderly. I have been thinking about this kind of life for many years, and when I gave up completely, someone took the initiative to do it for me.”

Ye Zhuolin's mouth full of hate is destined to be unable to utter words of praise. Even if there is a lot of love in his heart, he can only dig out from a small reaction, a new small instinct, or hide it in any place. In a word, one has to savor it carefully before discovering that there is sugar in it.

Not particularly sweet.

But enough.

...

The suppression Jing Xing received in the imperial court was far more serious than Ye Zhuolin imagined.

Ye Zhuolin lived a miserable life, and even his life was snatched from the dead, but his experience in court affairs was almost soaked in a honeypot - with Zhao Feng as a backer, there were many people in the court. How many people dare to fight against him?

But Jing Xing is different.

The owner of the Zhanfeng Pavilion has a high position and authority, almost monopolizing the power of life and death in the affairs of the outside world. His prestige is far and wide, and his power is growing day by day. It seems that one side will dominate, how can he not be jealous?

The emperor here is not a fool, he let go of it on the surface, but in fact he took advantage of the jealousy of other ministers to make Jing Xing a "public enemy". Everyone's attitude: what you do is your business, I don't want to care, whatever you like.

Secret suppression and mutual containment are the most scheming, stupid people are still planning how to bring down each other, smart people already know it well, and seek to maximize their own interests while watching the fire from the other side.

Many people have been waiting for this gift of medicine for a long time.

Jing Xing put on his court clothes to show his desire to meet his sweetheart. When he entered the hall, the emperor Yang Huan hadn't arrived yet, and the hall was full of noise. Everyone was fighting for their own reasons, causing the voices of others to cover up their own. So the vicious cycle of yelling harder.

At this time, the boiling water was gradually added to the ice cubes, and the bustling hustle and bustle of the world returned to tranquility.

As Jing Xing appeared in people's field of vision, as if it was a group discussion, the noise gradually became smaller until it was completely quiet, which was more effective than the presence of the emperor.Jing walked to his seat and smiled lightly at the people beside him. The minister next to him immediately became terrified and stepped aside involuntarily.

This is the deterrence of status and power, no matter how gentle Jing Xing's appearance is and how spring-like his smile is, under the blessing of his status, he will hide his sword behind his smile.

For some people, just standing there without doing anything is enough for most people to look up to for a lifetime.

If Ye Zhuolin was present, he would have noticed that this was not the first time such a scene had happened, because when Yang Huan came, he saw this strange phenomenon, and he didn't understand it at all, as if it was just a very common process.

"See your majesty, long live my emperor, long live!"

"Everyone loves to be flat."

In fact, the models of courts in various worlds are not bad, they are nothing more than trivial things, but the recent news that the owner of the Zhanfeng Pavilion is about to be bestowed with the "Pill of Immortality" by His Majesty can be said to have caused a stir.

The ministers absent-mindedly mentioned some irrelevant matters, and finally moved the topic a little bit to medicine giving.

"Your Majesty's elixir of immortality is about to be practiced, and only His Majesty's great achievements will be recorded in the history books afterwards, which will last for thousands of years and last forever."

"Long live my emperor!"

"Thousands of ages!"

"..."

Jing Xingmo stood aside, didn't follow along, just laughed lightly. The attention of the ministers was on him. Seeing this, someone immediately said: "Master Jingge really has an extraordinary bearing, even the auspicious thing that His Majesty is about to live forever There was no joy at all.”

Jing Xing's smile remained undiminished, without negation or affirmation, he replied: "Please tell me, how do you see that I am not happy?"

"..."

The minister who spoke didn't expect him to reply like this, and was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think of something to reply.

"Or is this just what you think?" Jing Xing raised his eyes slightly, and glanced around, "Or...do you think they think so too?"

"..."

"So, does anyone think so?"

It was as if a hole had been dug in the end, the people who choked Jing Xing had nothing to say, while the others were afraid of getting into trouble, so they lowered their heads and chose not to speak.

The main hall, which had been singing together just now, was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

It was Yang Huan who came out and acted as a crap stick: "The immortality pill, I have already refined it here, I promised Jing Aiqing that I would give him a share, then I will never break my promise, come here. "

Not long after, the eunuch hurried over with a small golden box, Yang Huan took the box, and after opening it, there was a dark green square pill in the box, about the size of the cover of a little finger.

"Aiqing, come." Yang Huan stretched out his hand and held the box in his palm. The eunuch took the box, walked down, and handed it to Jing Xing.

The climax of the play came.

Just as the ministers expected, Jing Xing didn't move or answer.

Ye Zhuolin only cared about Jing Xing himself, so he considered "testing the medicine". In the eyes of others, Jing Xing represented the owner of the Zhanfeng Pavilion and his power status. Being in such a high position is easy to make people jealous of.

In particular, things like "long live" have only belonged to the Ninth Five since ancient times.

Accepting this "Long Live" is treason, and not accepting it is disobeying the emperor's order.The two roads are both thorns, which you can choose.

After a while, Yang Huan probably got a little impatient: "Why is Aiqing hesitating? Is it because I am worried that I will poison you?"

"Don't dare." Jing Xing's expression did not change, "It's just that in recent days, I have carefully thought about such things as longevity and heaven, and only His Majesty is qualified to have it. Ordinary people like me, I dare not try to be the same as the sky. Therefore, although I am grateful in every way, I dare not and cannot accept it."

This is a beautiful speech.

If Jing Xing didn't have the slightest sense of humility when he said these words, as if his waist was made of real gold and he couldn't bend it at all, then it was really a scene where loyal ministers complained.

Everyone heard the intention of rejection, but the reason for the rejection was perfectly stated, so perfect that no one could find fault.Yang Huan paused, his face gloomy: "Since you dare not, why did you respond that day?"

"On that day, when His Majesty gave the medicine, I was so happy in my heart. I was so happy that I was confused for a moment, and I forgot my duty." Jing Xing still had that neither sad nor happy tone. Yes, I agreed on the same day, but I was negligent, and I am guilty."

Although Jing Xing's appearance was leisurely and carefree, apart from deliberately clenching the word "Chen", he didn't seem to realize "guilty" at all, but what he said was not flawless, it was just as real.

Even if Yang Huan himself wanted to suppress him, he couldn't find a reason why he had to accept it.

"Well, I won't force it." Yang Huan took back the small box, "But your contribution of black soil is a great achievement, so I must reward you with something, right?"

This is the "meaning". In most cases, the reply I get is "This is what I should do, and I dare not ask for rewards." However, Jing Xing seems to deliberately do the opposite: "Rewards... I really have a request."

Yang Huan who thought Jing Xing would refuse: "..."

Ministers: "...Damn it."

What kind of extraordinary minister is this?

Yang Huan's head was full of black lines, and he almost recited it all at once. After a while, he said quietly: "What does Ai Qing want?"

"Man, a cook who cooks."

"..."

What a difference.

Yang Huan seemed to want to pinch his own people: "What does Ai Qing want the cook to do?"

"It's like this. The minister's house has a backyard. I have planted some things recently. My wife...is not good at cooking, so I want to ask for a cook temporarily."

Yang Huan's focus immediately shifted: "My wife? When did you get married?"

The ministers also looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously shocked by the fact that the owner of the Zhanfeng Pavilion got married and they were completely unaware of it.

But there are also very few people who have heard about what happened on the day of Zhanfeng Pavilion's recruiting, so they whispered: "It seems to be a man."

Of course no one dared to speak out.

Jing Xing himself didn't care about his face, and under Yang Huan's questioning, he made it even more unscrupulous. Ye Zhuolin was far away from home, and had no idea that he had been accused of "virtuousness", "gentleness", and "golden house hidden beauty" in the court. hat of.

All he knew was that after Jing Xing came back, he told him, "I won't bother you about cooking in the future."

"why?"

"Because...cough, I'm going to the toilet."

Until the ginger matured, Jing Xing did not complete the second half of the sentence.

The author has something to say: Ps: emmm, the author actually likes to eat coriander hahahahaha