Chapter 146 The frail and sickly powerful minister

"...Sir? Sir! Come on someone!"

Jing Ji held him at a loss, his face full of fear, and he called him over and over again with a trembling voice.

But no matter how loud he was, Lin Xiaodong couldn't hear him anymore.

The candlelight in front of him and the face of Jing Ji were in a trance in front of him, forming a colorful picture, which eventually disappeared in the boundless darkness.

To be honest, he didn't feel much pain, instead he felt relieved that "Ah, this day has finally come".

But Lin Xiaodong, who was in a coma, couldn't see how scary he looked now. Jing Ji knelt on the ground and hugged him with a pale face. Half of his body was stained with blood, and his whole body was like falling into an abyss. .

It wasn't until You Shu hurriedly led the imperial physician in to separate the two, that he stood up very slowly on the ground, and when he first stood up, he even staggered two steps like a child who couldn't walk.

"His Majesty!"

You Shu hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was swept away by Jing Ji.

"Go away! I'll settle the account with you when I come back!"

His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he glared at You Shu with a frightening look, and then followed the footsteps of the imperial doctor without looking back.

You Shu was trembling all over. The matter has come to this point, His Majesty must know that he has concealed Lord Lin's physical condition. But for some reason, apart from his fear of his future, he didn't have much regret.

...it's crazy.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

When Lin Xiaodong woke up again, it was three days later.

His body was as heavy as an old spinning machine. When he moved his bones a little, there was a thumping sound. His chest was dull and stuffy. scrapped facts.

...the right hand was numb.

Lin Xiaodong raised his eyelids with difficulty and glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw Jing Ji lying on the side of his bed and sleeping soundly, with one arm pressed on his right hand, and a book tightly clutched in his hand.

Looking at the blue and black eyes in his eyes, this child should have not rested for a long time.

Probably feeling the movement of the person on the bed, Jing Ji's little finger trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty..." Lin Xiaodong opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was hugged into his arms.

Feeling the trembling of the young man's body, the young man's pale face softened unconsciously, he raised his hand and stroked Jing Ji's hair soothingly: "Why is Your Majesty still like a child?"

"If growing up means losing your husband, then I would rather never grow up." Jing Ji buried his head in his neck and said in a hoarse voice.

"How is that possible?" Lin Xiaodong smiled, coughed twice, and asked calmly, "Your Majesty, how much time is left for this minister? Just give this minister another month, and after General Zhao has pacified the northern border, The minister will die without regret."

He got no answer.

"Sir," after a long silence, Jing Ji withdrew from his embrace, raised his head and stared at him, "Do you not have the slightest nostalgia for everything in the world, including me, except for pacifying the northern border?"

Lin Xiaodong never thought that he would ask this question, but just as he was stunned, Jing Ji seemed to have understood something, he let go of his arms with a miserable smile, and said hoarsely, "I understand. Since that's the case, then Take good care of you, sir."

"Wait--"

Lin Xiaodong looked at the back of Jing Ji's slumped departure, lifted the quilt, and struggled to get out of bed. But just the act of getting up made him dizzy for a while, and he had to sit on the edge of the bed for a long time.

This is what Yu Shu saw when he first entered the door.

"My ancestors, don't act blindly!"

He hurriedly put Lin Xiaodong back on the bed, and brought him the concoction prepared by the little eunuch next to him: "Lord Lin, Your Majesty is really sad this time, you should treat your illness and stop worrying about it."

The young man muttered, it sounded like "who is tossing", then he took the medicine bowl reluctantly and drank it--

"Cough! Cough cough..."

An unprecedented strange bitter taste permeated his lips and tongue, and Lin Xiaodong's face turned blue: "What kind of medicine is this?"

You Shu said: "It's the medicine that the imperial physician has prescribed for you. The former imperial physician said that you can't take it any longer. His Majesty also got angry because of this and fined the entire imperial hospital's salary."

But there was one thing You Shu didn't tell Lin Xiaodong. In fact, he was the one who suffered the most from His Majesty's anger. Because of secretly concealing Lin Xiaodong's condition, You Shu suffered a full 30 boards, and he still limps when he walks.

Although I don't know why His Majesty still asked him to serve Lord Lin, You Shu thought, but if it wasn't because His Majesty saw that he was really wholehearted with Lord Lin, I'm afraid he would have been beheaded long ago.

Lin Xiaodong frowned slightly, he closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow, and said in a weak voice: "Nonsense! My affairs in the palace are secret, and he did this to let all the civil and military people in the court know that 'Lin Dongqing' in the court now. Is it a fake?"

After a pause, he asked again, "Is Your Majesty still outside?"

You Shu didn't dare to answer, so he could only bow his head silently.

"Forget it," Lin Xiaodong asked after seeing this, changing the subject, "Eunuch You, tell me, how much time do I have?"

You Shu said in panic: "Sir, what are you talking about, Your Majesty will never let you-"

"I want to hear the truth."

Lin Xiaodong interrupted him bluntly.

Just when You Shu was in a dilemma, Jing Ji's low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Tell him."

The corner of You Shu's eyes jumped, he looked at Lin Xiaodong's calm eyes, his lips trembled, and after a long time, he spat out a sentence.

"It's less than March."

This is still the most optimistic estimate.

There was no more sound from the house, Jing Ji closed his eyes, and stood with his head raised in the sun, the scorching sun in the sky seemed to have lost its heat.

He just felt as if he was having a dream that he couldn't wake up from.

The bitter medicinal smell wafted in the air, and the young man in the room coughed in a low voice, like a thorny vine stabbing into his heart. Although the war in the north was tense, Jingji still ordered people to go all over the country to spend a lot of money to collect various precious medicinal materials, and also invited famous doctors from all over the country to do everything possible to save the young man whose life was at the end of his life.

But with little success.

Lin Xiaodong's health was still deteriorating. He met with Empress Dowager Changfeng in his last sober days. No one knew what the two were discussing in the room, but when Jing Ji arrived in a hurry, all he saw was lying on the bed. The young man fell asleep again on the bed, and the mother with a complicated expression.

"What did you tell him!?"

Jing Ji asked sharply, even forgetting the proper etiquette as a son.

But the Empress Dowager Changfeng didn't have an attack this time, she just said lightly: "I just talked about the court affairs, don't worry, I haven't thought about putting him like this now, after all, everyone has already..." She paused. After a while, he curled his lips, "I knew that Lin Dongqing had such a temperament, and I didn't need to poison that bowl of bird's nest."

After speaking, she suddenly noticed that Jing Ji's expression suddenly stiffened.

"You-poisoned him?" Jing Ji asked softly.

"when did it happen?"

There was no expression on his face, but it made the Empress Dowager Changfeng take a half step back unconsciously: "You, you don't know?"

Jing Ji pulled the corner of his lower lips, staring at the Empress Dowager Changfeng without a smile: "My son doesn't know a lot. After all, my mother has done a lot of things without telling me over the years."

He took a deep breath, used all his self-control to control his hands so that they wouldn't tremble too much, and then strode into the room without looking back.

If the Empress Dowager Changfeng was not his biological mother, Jing Ji would definitely cut her into eight pieces today!

He sat beside Lin Xiaodong's bed with his head down, his two hands tightly holding the young man's right hand, his red eyes were hidden in the shadows, the room was silent, but You Shu seemed to hear the powerless struggle of a sleepy beast. roar.

"Tell me," Jing Ji said suddenly, "what does he think, sir?"

He thought that Lin Xiaodong only had the love of a monarch and a minister for him, but if he didn't really think about him, considering his own mood at the time, how could he suppress the poisoning by the Empress Dowager Changfeng without mentioning it, and just bear it alone and silently?

After he fell ill, Jing Ji even resented the late emperor. If it wasn't for the emperor's father who only used Lin Xiaodong as a sharp blade that could be broken at any time, and never considered his body, how could the youth's energy be at such a young age? Lost so far?

But it was only now that he found out that he was also one of the accomplices.

"Sir," he lowered his head tremblingly, and kissed the fingertips of the man on the bed with an almost devout expression, "please, don't leave me..."

As long as the husband can come back, Jingji is willing to try anything.

A low sigh sounded in his ears, and the tearful young emperor froze, then raised his head suddenly, and said to the empty room almost frantically, "You haven't left yet, have you?"

"Who the hell are you?" he asked excitedly. "Forget it, I don't care if you are a ghost or an immortal. Tell me, is there any way you can save him?"

"As long as you can save him, no matter what the price is!"

You Shu stayed outside the house, his scalp tingling as he watched His Majesty walk back and forth in the house like crazy, as if he was talking to some invisible person. Even though it was midsummer, his back was still dripping with cold sweat.

Who is His Majesty talking to?

But he was destined to get no answer. What made You Shu take a deep breath was that Jing Ji quickly returned to normal after that day's abnormality, but occasionally he would talk to himself.

Generally, seeing His Majesty like this, You Shu thought he was blind. But obviously there are not many smart people like him. The Empress Dowager Changfeng seemed to think that Jing Ji was driven crazy by Lin Xiaodong's illness, but before she could take any measures, Jing Ji did not hesitate. She is grounded, and it is estimated that she will not be able to leave the palace for half a step in her lifetime.

When the first leaf fell from the branches, General Zhao finally led his army to defeat the alliance formed by the three princes of the northern Xinjiang in one fell swoop, and marched north to the king's tent.

The city that was ceded for more than 130 years has finally returned to the territory of the Jing Dynasty.

Lin Xiaodong has been in good spirits these past few days. He changed into his old clothes. Although he found that the belt was a lot wider, he could at least get out of bed and walk around the courtyard a little.

However, Jing Ji was not happy at all.

"Lin, Mr. Lin's body is empty. It's been so abnormal recently. I'm afraid, I'm afraid... I'm dying."

Compared to the rage he had heard before, the young emperor just stared silently at the imperial doctor kneeling below with a terrified face, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But in the end, he just waved weakly and let the imperial doctor leave.

When he came to the courtyard, Lin Xiaodong was wearing a cape, standing under the ginkgo tree with his hands in his sleeves, looking up at the half-green leaves. Hearing the footsteps, he glanced back, and Chao Jingji showed a faint smile: "Your Majesty."

Jing Ji walked up to him and tried to squeeze a smile: "Mr. looks good, have you eaten yet?"

Lin Xiaodong nodded.

The quiet atmosphere spread between the two, Jing Ji looked at the profile of the young man beside him, suddenly reached out his hand to brush his hair, and said softly, "Sir, you have white hair."

"Really?" Lin Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, but a little happy, "I thought I couldn't wait for this day."

The young man looked at Jing Ji, who was now half a head taller than him, with his eyebrows and eyes curved, and his handsome and beautiful face still maintaining the state of his youth, as if time had not brought him any changes.

Just like that winter, he and the boy walked side by side on the Snow Palace Road.

Jing Ji stared at him deeply, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged the person in his arms.

Lin Xiaodong's body stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed slowly and asked slowly, "Did something happen in the courtroom?"

"No," Jing Ji rested his chin on his shoulder, "just suddenly wanted to do this, okay?"

Lin Xiaodong said helplessly: "Even if I say no, haven't you already hugged?"

They sat under the tree together, and Lin Xiaodong soon began to feel sleepy due to lack of energy. Jing Ji closed his shawl with his hands and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, go to sleep if you're sleepy."

"Well......"

Lin Xiaodong slowly lowered his head, and Jing Ji pressed him on his shoulders, moving very carefully.

"I agree." After some time, he looked at the scarlet palace wall in the distance and suddenly said, "Although I don't know if what you said is true, but even in my next life, I will be with Mr. ."

"Okay." Gu Xi said.

Jing Ji slowly let out a breath, leaned the back of his head against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes tiredly.

In this life, it was the luckiest thing for him to meet Mr.

As if he heard something, the sleeping young man let out a low hum from his nose.

That is the prompt sound of the complete completion of the mission in this world.

Twilight is coming.

You Shu looked at the sky and walked over carefully to wake up the two under the tree. Lin Xiaodong slept deeply and did not wake up, but the person beside him quickly woke up after a brief trance and opened the door. eyes.

The young man picked up the sleeping Lin Xiaodong, You Shu wanted to help, but he stopped him with his eyes.

A minute later, he came out of the house.

"Your Majesty, dinner is ready." You Shu followed behind him and reported in a low voice.

"Um."

"Do you want to call Master Lin to get up?"

"No need." He turned his head, "What else do you do?"

You Shu took a quick look at His Majesty, who was indifferent to peace, and suppressed the trace of doubt to the bottom of his heart. He shook his head and said, "No more, Your Majesty."

Intuition told him that in just one afternoon, there seemed to be some kind of huge change in Jing Ji.

But when You Shu looked closely, he found that His Majesty seemed to As before, there is no difference.

Gu Xi glanced at him lightly, but did not speak.

This eunuch's senses are indeed very keen, no wonder even Lin Xiaodong gave him a high look.

He has never been in a hurry about the fusion of consciousness, because Gu Xi knows that there is no need to force himself, Jing Ji will come to him on his own initiative.

They were originally one person, but after the memory of the young emperor was merged with the memory of reincarnation for hundreds of years, the aura of Gu Xi's body became more profound and dignified, which was why You Shu noticed something was wrong.

"It's almost time." Gu Xi looked back at the closed door and whispered softly.

They will be reunited soon.

In the autumn of the tenth year of Kanglong, Zhao Ding led the army to recover the northern Xinjiang, and the people ate the pot pulp to welcome the king's division;

In January of the eleventh year of Kanglong, Emperor Jing issued an edict to set up the Protectorate of the North to manage northern Xinjiang. Xie Chen took the initiative to ask for his appointment;

In the eleventh year of Kanglong, the third day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Dongqing, Minister of Personnel and Ministry of Industry, suddenly became seriously ill and lay ill in the mansion.

The three-month period has passed, and even Lin Xiaodong himself did not expect that he would be able to witness the day when Northern Xinjiang returned.

"Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng." He lay on the bed and smiled weakly, "In this way, I am much luckier than Lu Fangweng."

Guo Xinwen snorted coldly, endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back the instinct of tit-for-tat with his old enemy: "If someone can go to war, you should forget it as soon as possible!"

Jing Ji glanced at him coldly, ignoring the minister whose face suddenly stiffened, just lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who had been tormented by the pain on the bed, pursing his lips tightly without saying a word.

He sat beside the bed and said softly, "The plum blossoms on the outskirts of the city are open. Let's go and have a look when the weather is warmer."

The young man coughed: "Okay...cough, your majesty should stay away from the minister, don't get sick."

But Jing Ji, who heard this, was annoyed: "What's not sick and not sick, I am the real dragon and the emperor, so I'm still afraid of this?"

Lin Xiaodong took a deep breath and lay on the bed, looking at him with a little helplessness.

He turned his head to look at the other people standing in the room. In addition to Jing Ji and Guo Xinwen, there were also several important officials in the court. They were in the name of visiting patients, and the people from the Lin Mansion were naturally not easy to stop them, but with these people around, it was hard for Lin Xiaodong to say something.

He could feel that his time in this world had come to an end.

"Your Majesty," the young man's pale and dry lips moved slightly, as if he was afraid that it would be too late, and repeatedly urged, "After the minister leaves, the Minister of Officials can be taken over by Mr. Guo, and if the Yellow River is flooded again this summer, we must send someone to relieve the disaster as soon as possible. Governance, as well as the 100,000 army under General Zhao, the frontier defense...cough cough..."

Blood spilled from his lips again, and Guo Xinwen couldn't bear to look away.

Jing Ji said in a trembling voice: "Don't say it! Sir, stop it..."