Paranoid General's Little Bamboo Horse

The shadow of heavy flowers was deep, Jiang Shaoshui and Zhennan Wang Ronghuai stood across the slanting plum blossom branches, silent.

Red petals and white snow fell all over his shoulders, Jiang Shaoshui put his hands together, and when he lowered his head and smiled, he shook off the snow on his shoulders: "Then trouble the prince to take your majesty here to play, it's getting late, I have to go back first The general went there."

"Alright, Young Master Jiang, go slowly."

He bowed to Rong Chun: "The minister will leave."

After getting to know him for more than a year, he rarely salutes Rong Chun in private.Today's situation may be because Zhennan Wangshu is here, Rong Chun thought.

As Jiang Shaoshui walked out, he casually folded some flower branches and hugged them in his arms.

The carriage of General Jianwei's Mansion was parked on the palace road not far away. Li Chongshan had already dealt with today's political affairs, so he sat in the carriage and waited for him without sending anyone to urge him.

The stove was lit in the carriage, and it was very warm.But before he could sit still, Li Chongshan grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him, trying to cover his hand with his own: "Hands are so cold."

Jiang Shaoshui ignored him, pulled back his hand vigorously, looked at the plum blossoms in his arms intently, and picked out the withered and decayed flowers.

The carriage moved slowly, Li Chongshan glanced at the flowers in his arms: "So happy today?"

Without moving his eyes, Jiang Paishui asked: "Where should I put it? The side by the door, or the side by the window?"

After a pause, as if Li Chongshan was thinking seriously, he finally gave the answer: "Near the window."

Jiang Shaoshui said, "Then listen to you."

Jiang Shaoshui said in his heart, bastard, you are finally going to die, haha.

King Zhennan only stayed in the imperial city for one winter before leaving.In the following days, Rong Chun waited every day, waiting for the arrival of the five-year agreement.

In the third year, the old butler who followed Jiang Shuishui from Huaiyang to the imperial city passed away without any illness or disaster, and he passed away in a dream.Jiang Shaoshui quietly arranged for his funeral, and put his tablet in the national temple to enshrine, along with his father and elder brother's.At this time, Jiang Shaoshui had one less person to worry about. When he went back to the National Temple, he whispered to the guard monk that when he died, he would ask the monk to make a tablet for him and put it together. Promise, just say that the young master Jiren has his own appearance.

It finally came to the fourth year, as soon as this winter passed, the Zhennan Wang Shu whom Rong Chun was thinking of would send troops to the north to pick him up on tall horses.

But the accident also happened this winter.

It was cold and dry in the twelfth lunar month, and on a snowy night, Yan Lang left the palace with his badge, rode a fast horse, and arrived at the gate of General Jianwei's mansion.It was late at night, and the people in the mansion had already fallen asleep. He knocked on the door, as if he was beating a drum in front of the mansion's office to express his grievances, while shouting "Mr. Jiang" heart-piercingly.

He is now a teenager, with a tall but thin figure, drooping eyebrows and deep eyes, and a hoarse voice unique to teenagers.In front of Rong Chun, he always had a low-browed and pleasing look, and he spoke softly, as if he was born unable to speak loudly, but today he suddenly became able to.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Lang rushed into the inner courtyard like a bird.Before the people in the mansion recognized him and had no time to pull him down, they alarmed Jiang Passhui.

Jiang Shaoshui yelled "Stop" in the room, put on a coat, held a candlestick, and hurried up to him: "Speak slowly, what's wrong?"

The candle illuminated the tears on Yan Lang's face very clearly, so Jiang Shaoshui moved the candle away.Yan Lang took a deep breath, and said in a crying voice, "Your Majesty is sick, and he is calling for Young Master Jiang."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to enter the palace now." Jiang Shaoshui sighed, wiped his face with his sleeve, and helped him up from the snow, "What is the disease? Have you asked the imperial doctor to see it? Does it matter?"

"It's... pox."

Jiang Shaoshui was startled, and let go of the hand holding the candlestick. The candle fell to the snow without a sound.The candlelight disappeared in an instant, and his face turned cold in an instant.

"Prepare the horse and enter the palace."

Li Chongshan put a cloak on him, he walked two steps forward in a daze, and the cloak slipped off.He was so thin that he couldn't support his clothes on his shoulders.

The emperor's bedroom was brightly lit, and the imperial physicians went in and out with their belongings without saying a word, creating a dignified atmosphere.

Jiang Shaoshui was blocked in front of the palace gate, and Meng Yepu said: "The pox is too easy to contagious, and if you get infected, it will kill you. You should not go in. You can trust the old man's medical skills, right?"

"I passed it when I was young." Jiang Shaoshui looked anxiously into the hall, while lifting up his sleeves, showing him a few small pimple marks on the inside of his arm.He was not serious when he got the disease, and his family took good care of him, so only such a little trace was left.

Meng Yepu handed him a piece of white cloth and turned sideways: "Then go in and have a look."

When Jiang Shaoshui went in, a slightly thin figure wanted to follow him in, but was caught by Meng Yepu.He grabbed Yan Lang's arm: "You got it too when you were young?"

Yan Lang said seriously: "I have never had it, but I am not afraid."

He insisted on this, and finally let him in too.

Standing outside the hall, Li Chongshan told Meng Yepu, "Treat well."

Meng Yepu gave him a strange look, nodded, and went in with the medicine box.

The people serving in the temple were all replaced by people who had suffered from pox. For safety, they also covered their faces with a white cloth.When Jiang Shaoshui entered, Rong Chun was lying on the bed, and his whole body was trapped in the brocade quilt.

Famous Jiang Passing Water had only seen him a few days ago, and he was fine at that time, and he had lost so much weight in just one night.After he grew up, his face became paler and colder. Looking at it now, his lips are already pale, but because of the high fever, his face is flushed abnormally.

Meng Yepu sat down in front of the couch, checked his pulse, smelled the medicine he had just taken, and shook his head: "We have to change the prescription."

Yan Lang turned his head and brought a pen and paper, Jiang Shaoshui asked, "What's wrong with this medicine?"

"No problem, but the imperial physicians in the palace only dare to use mild medicine to slowly treat them, fearing that if heavy medicine is used, they will be punished if the cure fails. Now that the disease is getting worse, it will be too late to use warm medicine."

After saying this, he picked up the pen and asked Yan Lang for some details while stroking his beard and deliberating carefully.Yan Lang was anxious, but he didn't dare to press him.

Jiang Shaoshui sat on the side of the couch, took off the towel from Rong Chun's forehead, and replaced him with a re-soaked one.Rong Chun's fever was so bad that he was already delirious, and he murmured in his sleep, calling Jiang Passing Water for a while, and Yan Lang for a while.

After a long while, Meng Yepu finally wrote the prescription, and asked someone to take it down and make the medicine according to the prescription.

Yan Lang knelt in front of the couch, stared at Rong Chun for a long time, then raised his eyes to Jiang Shuishui: "Young Master, it's because the slaves didn't take good care of him that His Majesty..."

Jiang Shaoshui also had no idea, and couldn't show it in front of him, so he could only wring out a towel and hand it to him, interrupting him: "You have neglected your duty, and I will definitely investigate it when your majesty recovers. Now Wipe away your tears first, wash your hands clean, and then come over to serve."

Yan Lang responded with red eyes, turned his head to wash his face and hands, and then took the copper basin from the palace man: "I'll come."

The palace servants carried things in their hands and walked in and out silently.Li Chongshan also came in a few times, and each time he came to urge Jiang Yueshui to go to the side hall to sleep for a while, but Jiang Shaoshui refused each time: "I can just stay here. The general has not had pox, so he should be careful." Well, the government still needs to be handled by the general.”

If he continued, he might be angry.Li Chongshan knew his temperament, swallowed back what he was about to say, and sat down beside him without any further persuasion.

Jiang Shaoshui looked back at him, a little helpless, and let him go.

When Jiang Shaoshui got this disease in the past, Li Chongshan also climbed the window to see him. Li Chongshan was not afraid of pox, and Li Chongshan was not afraid of anything.But Jiang Shaoshui doesn't seem to remember anymore.

Jiang Shaoshui didn't close his eyes for several days, and stayed by the bedside to take care of Rong Chun.He couldn't remember clearly what happened when he was sick, but he only remembered that the towel was always changed on his forehead.

Li Chongshan still has political affairs to deal with, so he can't stay by Jiang Shaoshui's side all the time.

In the evening of that day, Rong Chun's condition suddenly improved, the fever subsided, and he woke up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Chun also drank half a bowl of porridge at night, and then he said that there were so many people, they were dazzled, and told them to go down and rest, and come back tomorrow.

The palace people were naturally happy, and of course they didn't dare to slack off, they all stayed outside to serve.Only Jiang Shaoshui and Yan Lang were left in the hall to wait.

Rong Chun lay on the couch and called softly: "Yan Lang."

Yan Lang wiped his red eyes, knelt down in front of the couch: "The servant is here."

"Why are you crying? You're useless." Rong Chun glanced at him and ordered, "Go to the study and bring me my seal."

"Slave will not go, wait for His Majesty to recover..."

"Where are you talking so much nonsense?" Rong Chun lifted the quilt, slowly lifted his foot, and kicked him weakly on the shoulder, "Go and get my seal."

Yan Lang looked at him with teary eyes, and shook his head stubbornly.Rong Chun looked at him firmly: "Then I won't let you be the chief eunuch." This threat didn't seem to work, so he tapped Yan Lang's shoulder with his toe: "If you are so disobedient, I won't let you go." , drive you back to the horse garden, let you shovel horse manure."

This time Yan Lang made a move, he got up from the ground, and reluctantly jumped out of the window.

Jiang Shaoshui's intuition was not right, so he changed a towel to wipe his face: "Is there anything uncomfortable, Your Majesty? Or let Miracle Doctor Meng come over..."

Rong Chun smiled at him, just like when they first met, Rong Chun was still a naive child, and his smile was a bit silly.

Not long after, Yan Lang ran back with something bulging in his arms.

He put the things in front of Rong Chun, and Rong Chun lifted the brocade, and the thing inside was the emperor's seal.Thinking that Li Chongshan was not in the study, he was able to bring this thing.

Rong Chun took a look, and then ordered: "Bring a pen and paper."

"Yes."

In front of the couch, the desk, paper and pens were set up, Yan Lang knelt on one side and studied the ink, while Rong Chun leaned over to write with a pen.

Jiang Shaoshui didn't know what they were going to do, and wanted to ask, Rong Chun shook his head at him: "Look at Brother Shaoshui, my method... must be the smartest way in the world."

He was still sick, and after writing two sheets, he exhausted all his strength and fell crookedly on the pillow.The two sheets of paper were spread out on the table, and Yan Lang carefully dried the ink.After a while, he replied, "Your Majesty, everything is fine."

Rong Chun's face was flushed with a high fever, and he had a fever again.Jiang Shaoshui wanted to call Meng Yepu in, but was stopped by Yan Lang: "Your Majesty has a will."

Jiang Shaoshui didn't quite understand, but he still followed Yan Lang to kneel down in front of the couch.Rong Chun said, "Passing Water doesn't need to kneel."

He paused: "Yafu always uses this seal to cover memorials. This is the emperor's seal, but I haven't used it yet. I will use it today. I will issue my first decree."

As he said that, Yan Lang put the seal and inkpad by his hand.He held the jade-carved green dragon with both hands, picked up the seal with difficulty, dipped it on the inkpad, and looked down curiously, before stamping the seal heavily on one of the papers he had written on.

"I want to seal Jiang Shishui and make him a Duke." In fact, he still doesn't quite understand what a Duke of a country is. There is only one reason for conferring him this title.

Rong Chun smiled at Jiang Shuishui: "Don't worry, I checked it out, this title is one level higher than General Jianwei, so..."

In this way, his elder brother Shaoshui will no longer be bullied by bad guys.

The pen on the case rolled to the edge of the table, and fell to the ground with a soft sound.Jiang Shaoshui froze in place, two lines of tears streaming down silently.

Rong Chun picked up the imperial edict and waved it in front of him: "Passing Water, you accept the edict."

Jiang Shaoshui knelt down and took the first imperial decree issued by the little emperor in his life with both hands, weeping uncontrollably: "I...accept the decree."

"Didn't it tell you not to kneel? Get up."

Rong Chun turned his head and glanced at Yan Lang, picked up the seal again, and stamped the same seal on another piece of paper.Afraid that the seal would not be counted if it was not clear, his whole body weight was on the seal, and he made great movements.

But with a flick of his sleeve, he swept the paper out.The paper rushed into the air like a butterfly, and then fell down suddenly.

He said to Yan Lang: "You haven't served well these few years, so I will punish you to go back to the horse garden and continue shoveling horse manure."

Yan Lang tugged on his sleeve and shook his head vigorously: "The slave will not go." He suddenly remembered something: "Your Majesty said that you want the slave to be the chief eunuch. Your Majesty said so."

"You still want to serve the new emperor? You have a good idea."

"The slave guards His Majesty, the slave guards His Majesty."

"No." Rong Chun pushed his hand away, shook his head firmly, and said word by word, "I don't want you to guard me anymore." He ignored Yan Lang's pleading, just looked at Jiang Passing Water, Ask for his opinion: "Passing water, is this the smartest way?"

Jiang Shaoshui held back his tears and nodded, "Yes, His Majesty's method is the smartest method in the world."

Kick Yan Lang out of the palace, so he doesn't have to worry about these things in the palace.This was the last time Rong Chun bullied him for so many years, and it was also a far-sighted compensation.

With Jiang Shaoshui's approval, he covered the quilt, turned inside out, and was about to go to bed.

After packing up everything, Jiang Shaoshui quickly called Meng Yepu in.This time, Rong Chun insisted on having his pulse checked, saying that he was going to sleep and that he didn't want others to disturb him, and lost his temper a lot.

In the end, Jiang Shaoshui held him in his arms, and he calmed down.

Meng Yepu checked the pulse with his eyes closed, his face was solemn, and finally he didn't dare to say the words "returning to the light".

In the ninth year of Baoning, the young emperor died, and his posthumous title was Shang.Zhennan Wang Ronghuai, who was far away in southern Xinjiang, set off for the north immediately before winter passed.

That year on the hillside, the long live, long live, long live that Jiang Shaoshui promised to His Majesty did not come true after all.Rong Chun would never wait until the winter of the fifth year passed.

The author has something to say: Fatty is dying, take it easy (cover your heart) and the finale will be tomorrow

感谢在2020-11-0417:51:26~2020-11-0422:27:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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