After the death of the people, the crematorium is full [Quick Transmigration]

In a blink of an eye, winter has passed and spring has come.

The days passed day by day, the teenager grew up very fast, from the beginning to Lin Xiaodong's chest, only three springs passed, Jingji was already shoulder height with him.

After all, this made Lin Xiaodong a little depressed, because he was taller than the opponent once after all, and he hadn't experienced this feeling of looking down for a long time.It is estimated that in a few months, Jingji will surpass him.

In February, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

On the pasture of the hunting ground on the outskirts of the city, a sharp arrow pierced through the air, and accurately hit the rabbit fleeing in a panic in the grass.

One hit kill.

"Your Majesty is indeed a young talent, the face of heaven and man." Amidst the cheers, King An tightened the reins, and stopped chasing convincedly.

Beside him, a horse of black cloud hooves neighed, and at the same time, there was a clear voice between a boy and a young man: "Where, Uncle Huang just let me go."

Jing Ji, who was dressed in a strong outfit, was riding on a horse, with a modest smile, but a hint of pride and determination in his eyes.

After the bone development slowed down, the originally slender limbs were covered by smooth muscles, and the strength of the thin waist could even allow him to draw a heavy bow that was difficult for ordinary people to control. His swordsmanship was trained/taught by a famous palace teacher to perfection.

But his most shocking growth is far from what can be seen with the naked eye.

King An glanced at him, and suddenly asked: "Your Majesty, this year is already six out of ten."

"Yes, what does the emperor mean?" Jing Ji raised his eyebrows.

"No," An Wang sighed with a smile, "I was just thinking, sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the voice of the young phoenix is ​​clearer than that of the old phoenix."

Jing Ji sensed that something was wrong with him today, so he asked: "Uncle Huang seems to be expressing his feelings, I don't know why?"

In the past few years, he has come here every year to hunt with King An, but only shot/hit a rabbit. Jing Ji didn't think it would make King An so emotional.

"Actually," King An hesitated for a long time, and after Jing Ji waved away the servants around him, he slowly revealed his heart, "Your Majesty, there is one thing that I have been thinking about for a long time, and I don't know what to say." Inappropriate to say."

"Go ahead."

"You also know that I have a very close personal relationship with Mr. Lin," said King An, "but I recently discovered...no, maybe I'm not the only one who discovered it, Your Majesty, do you feel it too?"

Facing Jing Ji whose gaze gradually became serious, he said in a serious voice: "Lin Dongqing, I'm afraid he has a second heart."

On the way back, Jingji kept thinking about Wang An's words.

After the previous palace change, although the impeachment of Lin Dongqing came like snowflakes, no matter whether it was the minister or Jing Ji himself, they all knew that provoking the other party would not have a good end when the emperor was fledgling.

Therefore, after a few weeks, the momentum was calmed down, and the Lin Party under Lin Dongqing's command was still the most powerful force in Jingchaotang. And the officials who want to flatter him will always stand firmly on his side.

This led to the fact that once Lin Dongqing really wanted to implement some decree, even the emperor Jing Ji couldn't stop him.

Jing Ji endured it for three years. He secretly supported his power in the court. On the surface, he was not against the young people. In private, he tried every means to show that he "trusted" the other party and completely regarded Lin Dongqing as his side. the closest people.

This seems to have lowered Lin Dongqing's vigilance, Jing Ji could feel the young man's connivance towards him, and turning a blind eye to some small actions.Although he sometimes couldn't tell whether it was because the other party was really confused by him, or because his body was getting weaker and weaker, he originally planned to gradually delegate power.

But in any case, compared with the boy who couldn't do anything at the New Year's Eve banquet three years ago, Jingji today is completely different.

The way he looked at Lin Dongqing also gradually changed. Thanks to the high position of the dragon chair and the cover of Mian Yan, this gave the young man a chance to cover his eyes at the court meeting.

Everything turned around three months ago.

Just this winter, the old Shanyu, who had survived for more than two years, finally survived the harsh snowstorm in northern Xinjiang and died on New Year's Eve.

The news was sent back to the imperial court, and that night, Lin Dongqing entered the palace overnight.

"Your Majesty, please send troops!"

When he said these words, the young man's eyes were piercing, his pale cheeks blushed due to excitement, and even his breathing became rough/heavy.He stared at the expression on Jingji's face, and for the first time there was a hint of pleading in his words.

Jingji had never seen him like this.

In the court, Lin Dongqing, dressed in a black official robe, is always calm and indifferent. He seems to know all the changes in personnel and can calmly solve any problems.Even if he was watching helplessly as the old minister, who was admonishing him with death, slammed his head against the pillar beside him, his cheeks were splashed with blood, his eyes were not moved at all.

But that time, Jingji did not agree to him.

Sending troops to conquer northern Xinjiang is not a trivial matter. Jing Ji was very hesitant at the beginning, but now he has become more cautious after learning about part of the government affairs—in any case, it is impossible for him to launch a war on his own will just because of Lin Dongqing's will.

If it was Lin Dongqing three years ago, he could have led the army to send troops brazenly regardless of his opinion; but today, when the young man's health is deteriorating, even three or four of the ten court meetings have asked for leave and refused to attend. Who will lead the army?How to send troops?

Sitting on the dragon chair, Jing Ji looked at the noisy ministers below, and felt that his head was buzzing from the noise.

"Forget it, let's put this matter on hold." In desperation, he could only raise his voice temporarily, "Let me think about it first."

It was the first time that Jingji saw the cold and disappointed eyes of the young man below when the meeting ended.

But at this time, he is no longer the boy who would get excited because of a little care.Jing Ji could even calmly think about whether he could use this opportunity to take power away from Lin Dongqing in one fell swoop and make the other party completely lose power.

Of course he didn't want to kill Lin Dongqing, but it was undeniable that Jingji had other thoughts about him.

After waking up from a dream for the first time and found that he had accidentally wet the bed, Jing Ji didn't panic, he just sat on the bed for a long time in a daze, his heart full of thoughts of "ah, that's true".

For some reason, Jingji has always had a certain feeling deep in his heart——

That young man is destined to be his own.

In the carriage, the young emperor of Jing Dynasty lowered his head casually, looked at the soft white fox fur on his neck, and showed a smile that was bound to win.

Lin House.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Xiaodong coughed and handed his hand to Dr. Nian. Under Xie Chen's nervous gaze, Nian Song frowned and felt his pulse. After a while, he stopped without saying a word.

"I heard that Lord Lin wants to lead the army to go out recently?" the old man asked slowly.

"I'm not a general," Lin Xiaodong said in a low voice, as if he didn't see his angry eyes, "and even if you don't tell me, I know I won't last until the end of the war, so I just hope someone You can fulfill this wish for me."

Nian Song took a deep breath, endured and endured, and still couldn't help but said: "Nonsense! You still persist until the end of the war? With your current body, it is a miracle that you can persist until the northern border!"

Lin Xiaodong pulled his lips indifferently, but Xie Chen couldn't let him spoil his body like this, so he hurriedly brought a bowl of medicine, and looked at him with pleading eyes: "My lord, just take a sip."

After learning of Shan Yu's death, Lin Xiaodong asked Nian Song to prescribe a prescription for himself. Simply put, it was to squeeze out the last trace of vitality in his body, and exchange his short-lived health for the few years of lingering life in the future.Although Xie Chen was in pain, he still couldn't stop him. He could only try his best to help Lin Xiaodong recuperate his body, although the effect was not great.

He was doomed not to live until next spring.

With such a patient at the booth, Nian Song felt that all his patience and medical ethics in his life had been fed to the dogs.Therefore, even knowing that the person in front of him was the prestigious Minister of the Ministry of Officials of the Jing Dynasty, he still snorted coldly and said: "It's hard to persuade the damned ghost, Mr. Lin, I am a doctor, not a fairy. There is another way."

"I know." Lin Xiaodong said calmly, "Thank you, Doctor Nian, for having troubled you these past few years."

"Thank you, take 100 taels of silver from the manor to Nian doctor, I'm tired, let's see off the guests."

Nian Song said angrily, "I don't want it!"

He felt insulted/humiliated, and was about to turn his head and leave, but he still couldn't let go of his worries about this careless patient. When he reached the door, he stopped and asked, "Master Lin, I really don't understand, Why are you in such a hurry?"

Lin Xiaodong closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed, his lips were as pale as a dead person.

Just when Nian Song thought he would not answer him, suddenly, he heard the young man say in a faint voice:

"For a promise."

contract?

"What agreement?" Nian Song couldn't help asking.

But this time Lin Xiaodong didn't answer him again.

That night, Lin Xiaodong entered the palace again.

Jing Ji, who was reviewing the memorial, reluctantly put down the ink brush in his hand, looked at him and said, "Sir, you will not come to me because of the dispatch of troops before, right? I have already said that this is not a small matter, and it needs to be discussed in the long run..."

"A long-term plan?" The young man's eyes were light, he sat there quietly, his lips were unusually rosy, "Then I would like to ask Your Majesty, how long will it take?"

"Sigh." Jing Ji rubbed his temples and changed the subject, "Forget it, let's not talk about this topic."

He raised his head, looked at Lin Xiaodong's appearance, and suddenly said happily: "Mr. looks good today, is your illness better?"

In Jingji's memory, Lin Dongqing has always looked sick, but even though everyone thinks that he is likely to die after a while, the young man has lived until now, even working efficiently. No less than any ministers in good health.

Of course, this is what Jingji likes to hear.

He took the initiative to sit next to Lin Xiaodong, held the young man's cold hand, and stubbornly watched this childhood unattainable object take the initiative to look away for the first time, only feeling the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart was beyond words surface.

He said: "I promised you that I will realize my wish to unify northern Xinjiang, have you forgotten?"

Lin Xiaodong sighed, and his face that had been stern all the time gradually relaxed.

"No," he said, "I was just worried..." He might not see it anymore.

"You, you just worry too much," Jing Jihun interrupted him nonchalantly, and he said with a low smile, "No wonder those ministers always misunderstand that your attempt to usurp power is not good for me. I'm going to be fooled by your appearance."

Jing Ji really took what Wang An said during the day today.

But he scoffed at the so-called "Lin Dongqing has two minds".

Jing Ji has indeed been accumulating strength to seize power over the years, even if he knows that Lin Xiaodong will not betray him—more, he wants to prove himself to the other party.

He even had a feeling that even if he really brought Lin Xiaodong down by himself, the other party would not show any resentment at all, but would feel very relieved.

"Your Majesty is only in his teens this year, why does he have such an old-fashioned tone." Lin Xiaodong turned to look at him, with an imperceptible softness in his dark eyes.

Jingji took a breath.

It was this kind of eyes, whenever the young man stared at him with such veiled eyes, Jing Ji always had the illusion that he was deeply loved by the other party.

"After all, it was taught by my husband." His tone unconsciously added a hint of coquettishness.

The appearance of the two of them, if the ministers in the daytime/court hall saw it, their eyeballs would probably drop out of fright.

What if the monarch and his ministers are at odds?

"Come out for a walk with me." Jing Ji said.

When the two came to the garden, Jing Ji found that Lin Xiaodong had been absent-minded during the conversation, so he knew that he must still be thinking about the northern Xinjiang.He sighed, pursed his lips sullenly, and fell silent for a while.

It was only then that Lin Xiaodong realized that the people around him were having troubles. No matter how old he was, he was still only a teenager. The frontier war was coming. As the king of a country, he must be under a lot of pressure.

But Jing Ji didn't say anything, and even put aside his government affairs, and took the initiative to accompany him out for a walk to soothe his mood.

Thinking of this, he stopped in his tracks.

"……gentlemen?"

Jing Ji turned to look at him suspiciously, but before he could say another word, Lin Xiaodong stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

"It's my fault," he said in a low voice, "I was used to it before, and I always depended on you unconsciously...Obviously you are still a child yourself."

Jing Ji: "..."

He stood blankly on the path in the garden, being embraced by the young man, he felt as if he was dreaming.

Sir, he actually took the initiative to hug himself?

Also, you said that you will always rely on him unconsciously?

Although Jing Ji didn't know when Lin Xiaodong had relied on him, and the reverse situation was the normal state of their relationship, but this did not prevent him from feeling as happy as if he was flying into the sky.

He raised his arms without hesitation, deliberately softened his voice, wrapped his arms around Lin Xiaodong's waist, buried his head on his shoulder, and whispered: "Sir, I'm a little tired."

Lin Xiaodong raised his head and looked around: "There is a pavilion in front, would you like to sit there for a while, Your Majesty?"

Jing Ji was very reluctant, he just wanted to hug him till the end of time.

"just forget it……"

"You can sleep on my lap."

"—we're going now!"

Jing Ji immediately let go of his hand, and said brightly.

Lin Xiaodong almost laughed out loud, but finally it turned into two low coughs.

There is really no way to take him.

——The two sighed inwardly at the same time.