Father is on top, I was wrong

In Bianjing in October, the cold wind is getting stronger, and the coolness invades from the gaps in the doors and windows.The wax lamps in the room were almost exhausted, and the light was dim, half-bright.

Suddenly, a slender and slender hand stretched out from the bed curtain and reached for the water glass on the low table.

His fingertips had already touched it, but his fingers trembled slightly, they were so weak that they couldn't hold the water glass at all.

"Crash!" With a crisp sound, the water glass was smashed down, splashing broken porcelain pieces.

Lu Jia, who was watching the night outside, heard the movement, and quickly pushed the door in, with a terrified face, "Prime Minister!"

The curtain was lifted, revealing the handsome description of the young man on the bed, with a sickly pale face, slightly protruding browbones pressed against the eye sockets, slightly gloomy, and the thin end of the eyes slightly hooked up, He looked obviously weak, but there was a coldness in his brows and eyes.

Lu Jia's eye sockets hurt from the thin sweat on his forehead, so he hurried over to help him, "Prime Minister, wait a moment, I'll call the imperial physician."

Wen Wujue waved his hands weakly, sighed and said, "Forget it, there's no need to go."

After waking up yesterday, he knew in his heart that he was wearing the body of the sick and weak protagonist in "A Generation of Famous Figures".

When the original body followed the late emperor to fight in the mountains and rivers, he charged forward and showed his sharpness. He was accidentally poisoned by the enemy. Although he was rescued later, his foundation was broken. Every winter, the old disease would easily break out. It is not an ordinary medicine stone. healing.

But this time, on the one hand, it was due to seasonal problems, and on the other hand, it was because of being madly criticized by the little emperor.

After the first emperor ascended the throne, the original body was highly relied on, from the official to the prime minister, he could have enjoyed a few years of quiet life comfortably.

However, the first emperor died young, and entrusted his only son to him when he was dying, respecting him as the father-in-law, and asking him to assist the young master until the emperor took charge.

The first emperor was very accurate in seeing people. He was originally a loyal and virtuous minister with outstanding talents. He was the perfect candidate to assist the government.

It's a pity that the young emperor Xiao Gui is a dude, ignorant and incompetent, wandering around all day long and ignoring government affairs.

The original body always tried to persuade him with earnest words, but Xiao Gui didn't appreciate it at all, hated him deeply, and even scolded him in front of the ministers of the court, "he has a dead face, and he can't speak human words all day long".

The original body had a high temper, and was so angered that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, so he fell ill.

Wen Wujue took a few sips of the tea that Lu Jia brought over, the depression in his chest eased a little, and he closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, the original body was only 26 years old, so he didn't have to worry too much before he died.

In other words, rather than worrying about the body not living long enough, it is better to worry about the country living too short.

Really, I live longer than the country.

The protagonist in the book died before the country was subjugated, but less than a year after his death, the capital was destroyed by the southern army, and Daliang's short lifespan ended in a hurry.

Now that Wen Wujue is wearing a book, it becomes an unknown variable. The flapping wings of a small butterfly can even cause a hurricane, not to mention that Wen Wujue is a protagonist who controls the government of Daliang. It's all unknown.

He remembered that when he was half asleep and half awake, someone outside was discussing something, and he vaguely heard the word Anpinghou mentioned.

So he asked, "Lu Jia, is there something wrong in Southern Border?"

Lu Jia paused for a moment while helping him tuck the corner of his blanket.

After winter, the prime minister's health deteriorated day by day, and he had to worry about political affairs day and night, even if he was beaten by iron, he couldn't stand it.

What's more, the Hunjun humiliated the Prime Minister in public, which caused the Prime Minister to vomit blood and almost died. Why should he work hard for this kind of person's country?

He was dissatisfied in his heart, but he didn't dare to hide it, he just pulled his face, "It's Anping Hou Shang Zhezi who said that there are soldiers and enemies in southern Xinjiang, and asked the court for support."

Wen Wujue recalled the plot in the book, during the time when the protagonist was vomiting blood from anger, the middle school was considered peaceful, without big winds and waves.

At this time, winter has just entered, and the enemy in the south must have insufficient winter reserves. They want to plunder a wave of food for the winter, and they are making small troubles.

As he was thinking about it, there was suddenly a burst of noisy footsteps outside, interspersed with the shrill chatter and laughter of the eunuchs in the inner palace, which was especially clear in the quiet prime minister's mansion late at night.

The sound came from far to near, and stopped in front of the door.

"Prime Minister, Eunuch Li is here." It was the voice of the butler Wen Bo.

When Lu Jia heard that he was from the palace, his face immediately turned dissatisfied, and when he was about to refuse, Wen Wujue stopped him with a wink.

Lu Jia had no choice but to stand up straight, opened the door reluctantly, and stepped aside.

Wen Bo led the people in and exchanged genlan candles, and the dark room suddenly became as bright as day.There was a tripod incense burner with a golden hook standing in front of the bed, burning a wisp of benzoin. The fragrance was faint, but it still couldn't hide the smell of herbs.

"Oh, why is the Prime Minister so ill?"

When Li Ling walked to the couch, he couldn't help but be startled by his pale face.

This powerful man, with his black hair disheveled and sweating profusely, looked extremely weak and weak, but his beautiful face, which was still in illness, was faintly visible in the candlelight, cold and thin, and he looked like a sick beauty.

It is said that the prime minister of the current dynasty has the appearance of Pan An and the talent of Zi Jian, which is really true.

But Li Ling didn't have the slightest sympathy. There was worry in his words, but there was a smile in his eyes, which was very strange.

Wen Wujue slightly curled the corner of his mouth, Li Ling was Xiao Gui's confidant, and also an internal official left by the late emperor, covering the sky with one hand in the palace, waiting for idlers to do nothing to him.

He and Xiao Gui had a quarrel, and Li Ling was naturally on Xiao Gui's side, so it's not surprising that there was a strange yin and yang.

He half stood up, leaned on the soft cushion, and said softly: "It's just an old disease, don't be surprised, Eunuch Li."

Li Ling said with a smile: "Prime Minister, you must take care of your health. The world cannot be left alone for a day. If you fall ill, many state affairs will have to be suppressed. If you go west, the country will not be in chaos. gone."

This sentence was blunt and harsh, and Lu Jia's face turned green instantly.

Wen Wujue lowered his eyes, showing no emotion, "Let's openly joke Li Gong, the emperor is a young son, smart and wise, even if I die, the emperor will be able to handle the affairs of the court independently, why worry?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Li Ling's eyes. According to his guess, this Wen Wujue was upright and had a high self-esteem. The words just now must have made him half-deadly angry. Why didn't he seem to have any mood swings at all?

He chuckled, and said again: "The emperor is still young and inexperienced, so he needs the help of his father. No, when the emperor heard that the prime minister was ill, he immediately asked his servants to bring the ginseng. Don't worry, the prime minister, this ginseng is ordinary ginseng. "

Li Ling waved his hand lightly, and a little eunuch behind him came forward holding the black lacquer patterned wooden box and removed the lid.

Wen Wujue has read the book, and knows what's inside without turning his head.

The expression of the person next to him changed, and he saw that in the box was a piece of rotten ginseng with white hairs and green spots.

Lu Jia couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Li Ling had a smile on his face, and he didn't even look at Lu Jia.

He smiled at Wen Wujue in a squeaky voice: "A few days ago, the emperor searched for several centuries-old ginseng plants, and was reprimanded by the prime minister for stealing people's fat and people's anointing. The emperor respects the prime minister's father, so naturally he must listen to the prime minister's words and take those personal ginsengs. Throw it out to feed the dogs. Now that the prime minister is sick, the emperor dare not fool the prime minister with minzhimin ointment, for fear of shortening the prime minister's life, he had to send some ordinary ones. The emperor has a heart of respect, and the prime minister must understand."

Ordinary ginseng is equal to rotten ginseng?

This was obviously Xiao Gui's intention to make Wen Wujue disgusting.

Lu Jia's side palms were tightly clenched into fists, with protruding veins, and he was about to step forward and punch Li Ling in the face, but Wen Bo stopped him.

Wen Wujue was not surprised at all. Xiao Gui was able to take advantage of his original body to go out to fight, frantically cut off the food and grass supply of a hundred thousand troops, and let them starve to death at the foot of Beiman Mountain. What else could this crazy emperor do? Can't come out?

His face was not happy, and his voice was flat, "The emperor has a heart, and Eunuch Li has worked hard to serve the emperor. Why don't you give this ginseng plant to Eunuch."

Li Ling laughed softly, Lan Hua put her finger on the corner of her mouth, "Oh, the emperor rewarded the prime minister, I'm afraid slaves will not be blessed to accept it."

"How come?" Wen Wujue said softly, "Could it be that Eunuch Li dislikes the rewards from the emperor?"

The corners of Li Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and his smile froze for a moment.

If you don't accept this, isn't it just a fact that you despise the imperial gift?

Li Ling's face was slightly annoyed by Wen Wujue's nonchalant words, but he looked at the man on the couch again. Although he looked sick, he was calm and calm, and he didn't take it seriously. He didn't let him go at all. in the eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and only then did he take a closer look at Wen Wujue. This person has always been outstanding, he is a capable minister who governs the country and the world, but his temper has a fatal weakness, he is lofty and aloof.

On weekdays, he can get half-dead with anger because of a little thing, but he refuses to let go of his airs to fight back, and is often deflated.

Why does it seem like a different person today?

Li Ling kept his face calm, put the brocade box away, and said with a sharp smile, "The emperor said, if the prime minister doesn't want this ginseng, he can feed it to the dogs. It's been a few days at the foot of the imperial city." Somehow, there is an extra sick dog, and it looks really pitiful."

He was talking about sick dogs, but his eyes fell on Wen Wujue, implying something.

Wen Wujue's heavy eyes met him, impartial, and his tone was very light, "Then father-in-law has to see clearly, is it a sick dog or a mad dog? Don't accidentally get bitten."

A gust of cold wind poured in from the door, and the candlelight flickered in an instant, making it dim.

Li Ling blinked his eyes to make sure that he was not dazzled by the candlelight. He saw the fierceness in the other party's eyes, and he didn't even bother to hide it.

He couldn't help being slightly startled in his heart, that wasn't the look that Wen Wujue, who is so lofty and self-promising, should have.

Wen Wujue has always boasted that he is morally sound, upright and upright, how could he be so dark and ruthless?

Li Ling took a step back unconsciously, changed his face, and his voice became a little colder, "Don't worry, Prime Minister, servants must be careful, after all, servants still have to serve the emperor, so I dare not be disrespectful."

"That's the best."

Wen Wujue withdrew his cold gaze, waved his hands, and chased people away without politeness, "The truth is going to rest, Eunuch Li, go away."

Li Ling's expression changed.

As the chief executive and the emperor's close servant, he had never been expelled so directly, so he was stunned for a while.

Lu Jia held back for a long time, then stopped being polite to him, and pushed his old and thin body, as if chasing some disgusting object.

"Go away, Eunuch Li."

"What thing? How dare you be so rude!"

"It's you who chased!"

……

Wen Bo supported Wen Wujue to lie down, and listening to Li Ling's angry voice outside, he sighed and said, "The Prime Minister should have been tougher, for such a lowly thing to dare to yell in front of the Prime Minister, it really ate the heart of a bear. "

Wen Wujue closed his eyes, he was really tired, the physical strength of this body was really worrying.

After a while, Uncle Wen heard him say slowly, "He is a person left behind by the late emperor, and his loyalty to the emperor is not without merit."

Wen Wujue remembers that at the end of the book when the enemy invaded, Xiao Gui was reduced to a bereaved dog. When he was chased by the pursuers and had no way to escape, there was only Li Ling left by his side. Later, when Xiao Gui died, Li Ling also died for the master.

Although this person looks hateful and behaves hatefully, but he is loyal to Xiao Gui, and the depth of friendship is incomparable.

If Xiao Gui is a bad wolf, then this thing is his fangs.

If Wen Wuyin doesn't want to be constrained by Xiao Gui everywhere in the future, he has to find a way to pull out his fang.

Xiao Gui.

He chewed these two words in his mouth, thinking about the chief culprit who killed the original body, how should we deal with him?