Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Qingzhuo was awakened by a slight rustling sound.

Before opening his eyes, his fingers subconsciously groped for the person beside him, but only felt a residual warmth.

Xiao Shen was keenly aware of the movement behind him, and immediately returned to the bed, leaned over and kissed Mr. on the forehead, "It's still early, Mister sleeps again."

"Don't sleep anymore..." Shen Qingzhuo realized that he was even hoarse when he opened his mouth.

Qinglingling's voice became hoarse and soft, and it sounded very attractive. Xiao Shen couldn't help pinching the back of his slender neck, and kissed a long kiss with his red and swollen lips.

"Mr. has only been asleep for less than two hours." After a long while, he loosened his lips and stepped back, "Don't see me off."

While speaking, his eyes never left his husband's face, as if it would be good to take one more look.

Shen Qingzhuo shook his head, trying to prop up his upper body, but it caused soreness all over his body, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Last night he finally understood that Xiao Qi said in the past that he had restrained himself, but he was not lying to him, and he really went crazy...

"Mister's back hurts?" Xiao Shen finally realized his conscience, rubbed his back gently with his warm hands, and defended himself, "I really don't blame me this time, sir took the initiative to kiss me, how can I control—"

"Okay, don't talk about it." Shen Qingzhuo's ears warmed up, he interrupted his words, and tremblingly got off the dragon bed.

Xiao Shen stretched out his arms, and said in a helpless and doting tone, "Sir, you can't even stand firmly, isn't that intentional to make me worry?"

Shen Qingzhuo gathered his inner clothes and covered up the red marks all over his body, and then slowly walked to the desk where the armor was placed, "Come here."

Xiao Shen walked over obediently, "Sir, do you want to wear armor for me?"

"Yes." Suppressing the discomfort, Shen Qingzhuo put on the armor one by one with his own hands, including the collar, chest protector, armguard, and battle robe, and finally fastened the golden seal on his waist tightly.

Xiao Shen stared at the gentleman the whole time, and after getting dressed, he asked with a smile: "Sir, do I look majestic?"

The young emperor was dressed in golden armor, which made his figure taller and taller. His handsome face was extremely aggressive, but his eyes were still gentle.

"Prestige, majesty." Shen Qingzhuo praised with a smile, leaning against the edge of the table panting slightly from exhaustion.

After he regained his composure, he took a pair of scissors, cut off a strand of black silk and stuffed it into the sachet, and said in a calm tone: "On the battlefield, life and death are up to fate, but your life is not only your own, so I want to You came back alive."

Xiao Shen took the sachet in a daze, as if it contained his husband's heavy heart, his chest suddenly filled with a sense of fullness.

He put the sachet close to his chest, leaned over and hugged Mr., buried his face in his slightly sweaty neck, and solemnly promised: "I promise Mr., I will bring myself back intact."

When the cold armor met the soft body, Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help shivering, but he still raised his hand to embrace him.

The thin lips kissed the smooth skin on the side of the neck repeatedly, and Xiao Shen begged in a voice: "Why don't you give me some more underwear, so that when I miss you in Youbei, I can still pick up the clothes..."

In an instant, the sourness in Shen Qingzhuo's heart dissipated, he pushed his head, and said angrily: "It's getting late, you'd better leave quickly."

Xiao Shen reluctantly let go of his hands, kissed his red lips once, and kissed again, "Sir, I'm really leaving..."

"Go." Shen Qingzhuo bent the corners of his lips, "Mr. is waiting for your triumphant return."

"Okay." Xiao Shen turned and walked towards the entrance of the hall, and when he was about to step out of the threshold, he turned around abruptly and strode back, hugging Mr. who was as light as a willow into his arms, "Mr. Look at others, let alone get too close to others."

Shen Qingzhuo patted the heavy armor, "On the day of the return of the triumphant song of Taiping, I will undress the battle robe with the Holy One."

***

With the honor of ten thousand chariots, the Holy One personally led the army to march to Youbei.

Eight thousand fine riders crossed the mountains and crossed the river, trekking long distances, the lone army went deep, and won the first battle, and the morale of the soldiers in Youbei was immediately shaken.

At the same time, Taifu Shen sat on the court and managed the affairs of the court in an orderly manner, so that the holy majesty who fought bravely against the enemy would have no worries.

As for every time he received a battle report from Youbei, it was a thrill to him.

Fortunately, every letter sent back to Kyoto is good news.After the Holy Lord led the cavalry into the territory of Youbei, he fought together with General Shen, interspersed with outflanking and quick assaults, turning the situation of Youbei from being passively beaten with thunderous momentum.

But Shen Qingzhuo knew very well in his heart that it is impossible to fight without casualties, and he was even more aware of Xiaoqi's habit of reporting good news but not bad ones, so he had to write to his elder brother frequently to repeatedly confirm the safety of the Holy Majesty.

From autumn to winter, Shen Qingzhuo was at his desk day and night to deal with government affairs, and couldn't help coughing again.

But he was more worried about the Youbei battlefield in his heart. The people of Dayong were used to the freezing weather, and their anti-cold physique was not comparable to that of Dayong soldiers. The longer the battle line was dragged, the worse it would be for the soldiers on the front line of Youbei.

However, he had previously ordered the arsenal responsible for manufacturing armor to urgently produce tens of thousands of improved cotton armor.Soon the good news came, the first batch of cotton armor was rushed out, he immediately ordered people to transport the cotton armor to Youbei, and at the same time ordered Yuzhou to supply [-] chickens, ducks and geese to Youbei.

When the cold winter came, the master doctor returned to the palace with the prescription.

Wearing a fluffy fox fur, Shen Qingzhuo walked out from behind the desk, "Miraculous doctor, it's been a long time."

"Master Shen." Miao Shou looked at him carefully for a moment, then shook his head, "It seems that Master Shen didn't take the doctor's order to heart."

"I'm coughing..." Shen Qingzhuo smiled helplessly, "It's not that I don't take the genius doctor's advice to heart, it's just that the Holy Majesty is fighting in Youbei, and the country's major affairs are all on me and your lords."

Lin Jinyu stepped into the Imperial Study Room and complained loudly: "Master Pei and I have already persuaded the Grand Tutor, but no matter how much we persuaded him, we still can't persuade him. We still need the genius doctor to do it himself."

Miaoshou took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, handed it to Mr. Shen, and said: "After Caomin returned to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, he searched through the books of traditional Chinese medicine in the Valley, and formulated a detailed treatment prescription, which may allow the Taifu to recover as usual."

"Is this true?" Shen Qingzhuo looked happy, "The genius doctor is indeed a genius doctor."

"Teacher, don't be too happy too soon." Miaoshou frowned, with a serious expression, "During the process of healing, Grand Tutor must obey Caomin's arrangement, otherwise if something goes wrong, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Lin Jinyu quickly responded for him: "That's natural, everything is under the arrangement of the genius doctor!"

Shen Qingzhuo took a deep breath and replied, "I will try my best."

Soon, the end of the year is approaching.

Under the arrangement of the miraculous doctor, Shen Qingzhuo finished the first course of treatment, felt that he was in good health, and happily wrote a letter home to Youbei.

It's just that this year should have passed by the time this letter reaches the person he misses.

The New Year's Eve came as promised, because the lord of the palace was not in the palace, and there were no concubines and princes, so there was no New Year's Eve banquet, but the fireworks were still set off loudly.

Shen Qingzhuo carried a jug of wine, climbed up to the roof, and sent it to Youbei in the splendid fireworks, and spent another New Year's Eve with his little apprentice.

At the beginning of the new year, good news came from Youbei, and the Holy Lord personally beheaded two generals of Dayong.The morale of the great army was frustrated, and the holy master led the cavalry to pursue the victory, and kept penetrating into the enemy's hinterland, vowing to drive the barbarians who invaded the great Yong out of the border.

The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty cheered, including the old officials who had slightly criticized the new emperor, also changed their attitudes one after another, and did not hesitate to praise the new emperor.

Only the Taifu frowned, unable to untangle.

At the beginning of February, another good news came from Youbei. The Holy One heroically beheaded the leader of the Great Rong who descended from heaven.

However, before Shen Qingzhuo had time to rejoice, a secret letter suddenly sent him to hell again.

Shang Shang was stabbed in the stomach and almost died in the depths of the desert.

Shen Qingzhuo's legs went limp, and he immediately fell to his knees heavily.

"Qing Zhuo!" Pei Yanqi quickly stepped forward to help him up, put him on the chair, picked up the secret letter and took a look at it, his face changed greatly.

But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief again, "Qing Zhuo, you haven't finished reading, and the letter also said that the Holy Majesty's life is safe now."

Panting with a stagnant breath, Shen Qingzhuo snatched back the secret letter with trembling fingertips, confirmed every word with his own eyes, and read it several times.

"The leader of the Rong tribe is dead, and the great Rong is not a threat. Now Youbei will not be in any danger anymore." Pei Yanqi raised his hand to hold his thin shoulders, and comforted him in a calm voice, "When the sage's injury improves, he will surely die." Set off to return to Beijing. Before that, you must take care of your body first."

Shen Qingzhuo put away the secret letter and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

***

More than ten days later, the Great Northern Territory.

Lying on the camp bed, the Holy Majesty discussed with General Shen the following tactics of pursuit.

As the saying goes, the poor are not to be chased, but they have driven the barbarians from the southernmost part of the territory to the middle of the desert. At this time, when the barbarians are leaderless, they must take the opportunity to kill them all, so that the great army cannot recover for at least ten years. The border people can no longer be harassed.

Therefore, after Xiao Shen's injury improved, he returned to the front line, intending to make a quick decision. It would be best to return to the capital after the beginning of spring, to meet the person he was thinking about day and night.

"If the Holy Majesty trusts the junior general, it is better to hand over the task of cleaning up the Youbei battlefield to the latter." Shen Fenglan's armor was stained with blood, and he stood tall and straight in the military tent. Beijing."

Xiao Shen closed his eyes, took out the sachet from his bosom and rubbed it repeatedly, "Do you think I don't want to return to Beijing as soon as possible?"

The sachet containing the husband's hair, because he has been playing with it for a long time, the silk embroidery on the surface of the sachet is worn out, but when he touches it, he can imagine in his mind that he is stroking the black hair of the husband.

Shen Fenglan was silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice, "Does His Majesty have other concerns?"

"Look at my current appearance, the big hole in my stomach hasn't healed yet." Xiao Shen lifted his robe, revealing the bandage on his abdomen, "It's better to go back after the beating is done."

Before leaving, he truly promised his husband that he would bring him back intact, but he still broke his promise.

Seeing the injury on his back, my husband would cry. Is it okay for him to see the big hole in his stomach?

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and after a while, a voice came from outside the military tent: "Report to Jingdu Jinyiwei to see you!"

Shen Fenglan frowned and turned around, "Jin Yiwei from Kyoto?"

As soon as the words fell, the army account had already been lifted.

Xiao Shen couldn't help raising his eyes to look at the person who came, and in the next moment, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body was stiffened from his eyes to his fingertips.

At the door, the man in Jin Yiwei's flying fish uniform was full of travel and dust, but he couldn't hide his beautiful face at all, and his peach blossom eyes locked on him without blinking.

"First..." Xiao Shen squeezed out a word from his throat, and couldn't help wondering if he had hallucinations because he missed Mr. too much.

Shen Fenglan was obviously also shocked, and walked forward quickly, "Xiao Zhuo? Why are you here?"

Shen Qingzhuo shifted his gaze to the elder brother, showing a tired smile, "Elder brother, long time no see."

With this sound, Xiao Shen was finally sure that he wasn't crazy, he was so anxious that he completely forgot his injuries, and almost fell to the ground when he got out of bed, "Sir!"

Surprised, Shen Qingzhuo quickly pushed his elder brother away and ran in, "Lie down and don't move!"

As if under a spell of immobilization, Xiao Shen didn't dare to move for an instant.

He was helped to sit back on the camp bed, his dark eyes were fixed on the gentleman's face, and when he spoke again, his voice was completely hoarse, "Sir...how come sir?"

Shen Qingzhuo's eyes were flushed, and he replied slightly choked with sobs: "You are only allowed to run to Mr. Qianli, and Mr. is not allowed to come to you?"

After getting the news, he tried his best to restrain himself, but in the end he failed.

He wants to see Xiao Qi immediately, he wants to confirm with his own eyes that Xiao Qi is alive, and he wants to come to Youbei in person to bring his hero home.

In his life, he never let his emotions manipulate him to make irrational decisions.But this time, he just wants to follow the crazy howling voice inside him.

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Brother Shen: Maybe, I shouldn't be here...

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