King's Landing [Rebirth]

There were very few furnishings in the camp, except for a simple couch and a table, there was not much left. Wang Shuzhi looked around and sighed softly: "The march is quite difficult, and it will be fine in a few days. If you need anything, Just tell me."

Seeing the concerned look on his face, Sima Rong lowered his eyes and pursed his lips: "Yes."

Wang Shuzhi looked at him intently, and saw that the wet hair wrapped around his ear was distinct in black and white, like black ink wrapped around white jade, which was very attractive, and he couldn't help raising his hand to fiddle with it, seeing the black hair clinging to his ear. The edge slowly slid past, revealing the entire shiny earlobe, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and gently stroked it with his fingertips.

Sima Rong was lowering his head and taking off his clothes. When he touched it, he stopped his movements suddenly, and a crimson color spread from the base of his ears.

Seeing his reaction like this, Wang Shuzhi's deep eyes immediately lit up, he hurriedly let go of his hands, coughed lightly in a hoarse voice, and turned around to take a clean handkerchief to wipe his body.

Sima Rong quickly snatched the handkerchief around his neck, and hurriedly said: "Your prime minister, I will do it myself." He walked a few steps inside and distanced himself from him.

There were only the two of them in the camp, and it seemed unusually quiet against the sound of the rain. Sima Rong became inexplicably nervous, and his demeanor became stiff for no reason. Under the cover of the gown, he changed into the obscene trousers.

In the past, when he was served by servants in the palace, he was used to being naked, but now he looked awkward, as if he met a good daughter-in-law of a disciple, and before the people behind him could make fun of him, he almost vomited blood. Extremely ugly.

Wang Shuzhi didn't care to make fun of him, but his eyes became darker. When he bent over, his waist and buttocks, which had not been wiped dry in time, were exposed under the gown. He couldn't help breathing heavily, and tightened his throat: "Yan Qing... "

Sima Rong was feeling ashamed of his awkwardness, so he replied without turning his head: "Huh?"

Wang Shu took a few steps forward, wishing to hug him into his arms immediately, but stopped in time because he was wearing a wet suit, his eyes fell on his white and tight back neck, he couldn't help but leaned over to stick it, and said in a low voice : "It's better to just take it off. It's not like I haven't seen it before. It's so secretive, but you have ghosts in your heart?"

Sima Rong's eyes trembled, and he was about to speak up to argue, but he suddenly let him suck heavily on the neck, and immediately felt a tingling sensation along the spine all the way to the top of the head, biting his lip to restrain his rapid breathing.

Wang Shuzhi tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Have you changed it?"

Sima Rong came back to his senses, nodded indiscriminately, and took another two steps forward. He wanted to take the opportunity to calm down, but when he saw the only bed in front of him, he lost his mind again.

Seeing that such a calm person became extremely nervous because of his approach, Wang Shuzhi couldn't help laughing, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and he looked very determined.

Sima Rong managed to calm down, but when he turned around, he saw him stripped naked, his body was covered with water stains, and it was extremely dazzling under the candlelight, so he hurriedly looked away.

Wang Shuzhi raised his eyes, the smile deepened in his eyes, he strode over and stuffed the handkerchief into his hand: "The pavilions are not there, it seems that I will wrong you."

The corners of Sima Rong's eyes twitched suddenly, and his fingers clenched the veil tightly. Every sight he saw from the corner of his eye made his blood surge, and finally he let go, returned the veil to him, and moved his feet to the bed Sitting sideways, he said, "Prime Minister, let's live on our own."

Wang Shuzhi looked at him amusedly for a while, sighed regretfully, wiped himself slowly, changed his clothes, then sat down on the couch, and approached him: "Am I a scourge?"

Sima Rong was startled, and unconsciously sullenly said, "Prime Minister is worrying too much."

"Then why are you panicking?" Wang Shuzhi looked innocent, put his hand on his chest, and said with a low smile, "Afraid that the demon living here will break out of the cage?"

Sima Rong held his breath, looked up and saw his joking smile, couldn't help but darken, and brushed his hand away: "Prime Minister thinks too much." Then he turned and lay down with his back to him.

Wang Shuzhi's smile remained undiminished, his eyes fell on his head, he frowned, leaned over to lift him up, let him rest on his lap, and pressed him down hastily: "Don't move, I'll dry your hair Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have a headache when I wake up tomorrow morning."

Sima Rong looked embarrassed: "I will do it myself."

Wang Shuzhi held him down again, and said in a low voice: "You haven't closed your eyes properly for two nights in a row, take a break, you won't have long to sleep, a moment of rest is a moment." He said, "I have been practicing martial arts with my uncle since I was a child. Although I have learned a lot, I can bear it better than you."

Sima Rong didn't struggle any more, but stared at him a little straight, feeling his fingers running through his hair, the force was gentle, as if he was cherishing it, he couldn't help but burn from his heart to his face, and hurriedly closed his eyes. Close your eyes, covering the ups and downs of thoughts.

Wang Shuzhi lowered his head, his eyes fell on his blinking eyelashes, and he couldn't help touching them with his hands: "Yan Qing, are you worried that my uncle will rebel? Why?"

Sima Rong opened his eyes and paused, "It's the subordinate's duty to share the prime minister's worries."

Wang Shuzhi frowned, then relaxed it again, and took a deep look at him: "I'm thinking of Mrs. Wang, what about you?"

"Of course I'm thinking of the prime minister."

Wang Shuzhi pinched his chin: "Tell the truth."

Sima Rong blinked uncomfortably: "There are strong enemies outside, the Great Jin should be united as one, and there should be no civil strife."

Wang Shuzhi looked at him and smiled lightly: "Well, this reason makes sense."

Sima Rong was afraid that he would ask more questions, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he was really tired recently, when he took a rest, he felt that his muscles and bones didn't want to move, and he really fell asleep after a while.

Wang Shuzhi heard that his breathing was getting longer, so he quickly pulled the quilt over him, and after drying his hair, he put him on the couch gently, leaned over and looked closely, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were rare to see With such tenderness, she couldn't help but pecked him on the lips, lost her mind for a moment, and finally lay down beside him, stretched out her hand and hugged him in her arms.

Sima Rong fell into a deep sleep and didn't feel anything. When he pressed the back of his head, it pressed tightly against his chest. The breath he exhaled passed through his clothes, which was a bit scalding.

Wang Shuzhi took a deep breath, and couldn't control his mind. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead. His lips were burned suddenly. He was startled, and quickly raised his hand to touch it. His face changed drastically, and he stood up and patted his face. Clapped: "Yan Qing!"

Sima Rong frowned, and gave a low "hmm", perhaps feeling that the coolness in his palm was very beneficial, and subconsciously pressed his hand down.

The corners of Wang Shuzhi's mouth were tightly pursed, he pulled out his hand and stood up on the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, turned around and walked quickly to the door, opened the curtain and asked, "Where is the doctor? Call the doctor over!"

The doctor was woken up from his sleep, put on his clothes and hurried over. Although he didn't know Sima Rong's identity, but seeing Wang Shuzhi's serious expression, he valued him very much, so he didn't dare to neglect him. After taking his pulse, he said that he had a cold, and started Some medicines can be cured by taking a rest.

Wang Shuzhi hurriedly asked people to boil the medicine again, and after a toss, it was almost dawn. Hearing that Wang Yu was furious in the tent after waking up, he rushed over to persuade him. It was Wang Yu who changed his mind.

In the early morning, the army broke out of camp and marched westward. Wang Yu sent people to Beijing to report the details to the emperor, and pointed the finger at the Yu family.

In the middle of the night, the prime minister's mansion suddenly changed, and the prime minister was missing. The Wang family's rebellion has set off a turbulent storm in the capital.Just as the rumors were spreading, new news came out, saying that the treason was purely framed, the imperial decree was tampered with, the monarch and his ministers were provoked, and the loyal ministers who had just returned from the victorious battle were treated in a chilling way.Chao Zhongfeng turned sharply, and people panicked. Many ministers wrote a letter requesting to find out the truth.

Sima Rong woke up from the drowsiness and found himself lying on the carriage. Turning his head, he saw Wang Shuzhi sitting beside him writing a pen. He tried to sit up with support, but found that he was weak and had to lie back down again.

When Wang Shuzhi heard the movement, he looked at him, his spirit was shaken, and he hurriedly put down his pen to help him: "Yan Qing, how do you feel?"

Sima Rong slammed into his chest as soon as he raised his eyes, his nose was full of his breath, because he was in his arms, he couldn't escape his imprisonment wherever he turned his eyes, he couldn't help but slightly dazed, and said hoarsely: "There are so many gone."

Still worried, Wang Shuzhi touched his forehead and touched his face again: "It's not too hot, and I need to drink some more medicines to feel better."

Sima Rong stared at him blankly, perhaps because of his illness, his normally gloomy eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and even his eyes became softer, and he said in a low voice: "What is the prime minister writing about? "

"A letter to Xia Zhizhang." Wang Shuzhi looked straight at him, smiling slightly, "Yan Qing, will you still be so obedient when you recover?"

Sima Rong choked on the word "Good", and coughed twice, looking slightly embarrassed.

Wang Shuzhi hurriedly reassured him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It seems that there is no hope."

Sima Rong looked around and said to him: "Xia Zhizhang is in the household department?"

"Well, the Hubu Shangshu belongs to the prince. Xia Zhizhang's nephew was killed by the prince, and he has a deep grudge with the prince. The prince is afraid that he has many enemies and many lice. He has been thinking about dealing with us all day long, but he has never killed him. Taking such a small person to heart has given him a lot of clues." Wang Shuzhi said as he lifted up the quilt that had slipped off his body.

Sima Rong pressed close to his chest, feeling his voice was coming from his chest, making his ears numb and his heart itchy, so he quickly gathered himself up, stood up and said, "Prime Minister, go and write."

Seeing his awkward appearance, Wang Shuzhi couldn't help but smiled slightly, followed his wishes, picked up the cushion and stuffed it behind his back, let him lean against the wall of the carriage, turned around and picked up a pen to finish writing quickly, put the letter in an envelope, Give it to a trusted soldier and let him send it to the capital.

Seeing that he was done, Sima Rong asked again, "How is Beijing?"

"Yu Mao can't escape this response. As for the others, alas... the emperor was furious when he learned that the imperial decree was false. Some people died in the palace. It's a pity... they are all scapegoats."

Sima Rong was not disappointed in his heart, and said calmly: "The inside of the deep palace is far more complicated than the outside. Uprooting a big tree at once is not easy."

Wang Shuzhi looked at him: "It sounds like Yan Qing knows Shen Gong quite well?"

"..." Sima Rong paused, "I don't know, I just heard about it."