Chapter 139 The frail and sickly powerful minister

In the blink of an eye, winter goes to spring.

Days passed, and the teenage boy grew very fast. From the beginning, he only reached Lin Xiaodong's chest. After only three springs, Jing Ji was already shoulder-high with him.

In the end, this made Lin Xiaodong a little depressed, because he managed to be taller than the other party once, and he hadn't experienced this feeling of looking down for a long time. It is estimated that in a few months, Jing Ji will surpass him.

In February, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

On the grass field of the suburban hunting ground, a sharp arrow came out of the sky and hit the rabbit who was running away in the grass with precision.

One hit kill.

"His Majesty is indeed a young talent, the appearance of heaven and man." Amidst the cheers, Wang An tightened the reins and stopped chasing with conviction.

Beside him, a black cloud-hoof snow hissed, and at the same time, there was a clear voice between a teenager and a young man: "Where, Uncle Huang is just letting me."

Jing Ji, dressed in a strong suit, rode on his horse, smiling modestly, but with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

After the skeletal development slowed down, the originally slender limbs were covered by smooth muscles, and the strength of the thin waist could even allow him to pull the heavy bow of 100 stones that was difficult for ordinary people to control.

But his most startling growth is far from being visible to the naked eye.

An Wang glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, it's already six in ten this year."

"Yes, what is the meaning of Uncle Huang's question?" Jing Ji raised his eyebrows.

"No," An Wang sighed, "I was just thinking, sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix."

Jing Ji noticed that something was wrong with him today, so he asked, "Uncle Huang seems to have a feeling, I don't know why?"

In the past few years, he has come here every year to hunt with Wang An, and he just shot/shot a rabbit. Jing Ji doesn't think that will make An Wang feel so flustered.

"Actually," King An hesitated for a long time, and after Jing Ji clearly waved his servants back, 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 this minister and Lord Lin have a very close personal relationship," said King An, "but I recently discovered... No, maybe more than one person has discovered it. Your Majesty, do you feel it too?"

Facing Jing Ji, whose eyes gradually became serious, he said in a solemn voice, "Lin Dongqing, I am afraid he has two hearts."

On the way back, Jing Ji kept thinking about what Prince An said.

After the palace change, even though the impeachment against Lin Dongqing came like snowflakes, whether it was the minister or Jing Ji himself, they all knew that when the emperor was still young, provoking the opponent would not end well.

Therefore, after a few weeks, the momentum was calmed down. Lin Dongqing's Lin Dang was still the most powerful force in Jing Chao's court. Although he never liked to form factions, officials who had been favored by him. And officials who want to flatter him always stand firmly on his side.

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

Jing Ji endured it for three years. He secretly supported his own forces in the courtroom. He did not oppose the youth on the surface, and in private he used all kinds of methods to show that he "trusted" the other party, and completely regarded Lin Dongqing as his side. closest person.

This seemed to lower Lin Dongqing's vigilance, and Jing Ji could feel the youth's indulgence towards him, as well as turning a blind eye on some small movements. Although he sometimes couldn't tell whether it was because the other party was really bewildered by him, or because of his increasingly powerless body, he had planned to gradually decentralize.

But in any case, the current Jingji is completely different from the young man who couldn't do anything at the New Year's Eve banquet three years ago.

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

The turning point for everything started three months ago.

Just this winter, the old Shanyu, who had survived for more than two years, finally died on New Year's Eve without surviving the harsh wind and snow in the northern Xinjiang.

The news was passed 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 bright, his pale cheeks were flushed with excitement, and even his breathing was a little thicker/heavier. He stared intently at the expression on Jing Ji's face, and for the first time there was a hint of pleading in his words.

Jing Ji had never seen him like this.

In the courtroom, Lin Dongqing, who is dressed in a black official robe, is always calm and indifferent. He seems to be well aware of all personnel changes and can easily solve any problem. Even if he watched helplessly as the old minister who had given advice to death slammed his head into the pillar beside him, blood splashed on his cheeks, his eyes were not moved at all.

But that time, Jing Ji did not promise him.

It is not a trivial matter to send troops to conquer the northern border. Jing Ji was very hesitant at first, but now he has become more cautious after learning about some of the government's affairs. In any case, he could not start a war without Lin Dongqing's will.

If it was Lin Dongqing three years ago, he could have disregarded his advice and led the army to send troops outright; but today, when the youth's health is deteriorating, even three or four times out of ten court meetings, he will not be able to attend. Who will lead the troops? How to send troops?

Jing Ji sat on the dragon chair and looked at the ministers who were arguing below, only to feel that his head was buzzing with the noise.

"Forget it, let's postpone this matter." In desperation, he could only raise his voice temporarily, "Let me think about it and talk about it."

At the end of the morning meeting, for the first time, Jing Ji saw the cold and disappointed eyes of the young man below.

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

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

After waking up from a dream for the first time and realizing that he accidentally wet the bed, Jing Ji didn't panic, he just sat on the bed for a long time, full of thoughts of "Ah, that's true".

For some reason, Jing Ji has always had a certain feeling in his heart--

That young man is destined to be his own.

Inside the carriage, the young emperor Jingchao casually lowered his head, looked at the soft white fox fur on his neck, and showed an inevitable smile.

Lin House.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Xiaodong coughed and handed his hand to Doctor Nian. Under Xie Chen's nervous gaze, Nian Song felt his pulse with frowning eyes.

"I heard that Lord Lin still wants to lead an army to expedition recently?" the old man asked slowly.

"I'm not a military commander," Lin Xiaodong seemed to have not seen his angry eyes, but just raised his eyebrows and whispered, "And even if you don't say it, I know that I definitely won't be able to end the war, so I just hope that someone It's just that this wish can be fulfilled for me."

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

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

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

He was already doomed not to live next spring.

With such a patient on the stall, Nian Song felt that all his patience and medical ethics in this life had been fed to the dog. Therefore, even if he knew that Jing Chao was in front of him, he still snorted coldly, "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost, Master Lin, I'm a doctor, not an immortal. Another way."

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

"Thank you, take one hundred taels of silver from the palace to Doctor Nian. I'm tired, so let's see you off."

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

Feeling insulted/humiliated, he was about to turn his head and leave, but in the end he couldn't let go of his worries about this uneasy patient. When he reached the door, he stopped and asked, "Lord Lin, I really don't understand, Why are you so urgent?"

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

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

"For a pact."

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 red pen in his hand, looked at him and said, "Sir, you won't come to me because of the dispatch of troops before? I've already said that this is not a trivial matter, and it needs to be discussed in the long run..."

"What is the long-term plan?" The young man's eyes were light, he sat there quietly, his lips were a little rosy, "Then I ask Your Majesty, how long will it take?"

"Alas." 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. today looks good, is he feeling better?"

In Jing Ji's memory, Lin Dongqing always looked sick, but even though everyone thought that he was likely to die after a while, the young man still lived to this day, and he was even more efficient at work. In no way inferior to any ministers in good health.

Of course, this is also what Jing Ji likes.

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

He said: "I promised you that I will definitely fulfill my wish to unify the northern border, have you forgotten?"

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

"I didn't forget," he said, "I was just worried..." He might not see it anymore.

"You are just worrying too much," Jing Ji Hun interrupted him indifferently, he chuckled, "No wonder those ministers always misunderstood that you want to usurp power and seize the throne is not good for me, even me, I almost I'm going to be deceived by your appearance."

King An's words today, Jing Ji really took it to heart.

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

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 down Lin Xiaodong 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, how come you have such a mature tone." Lin Xiaodong turned to look at him, with a little softness in his dark eyes.

Jing Ji took a breath.

It was this kind of look, every time the young man looked at him with such obscure eyes, Jing Ji always had the illusion that he was deeply loved by the other party.

"It was taught by Mr. after all." His tone unconsciously added a bit of coquettishness.

If the ministers in the daytime/chaotang saw the appearance of the two of them, their eyes would be scared to the ground.

What about the discord between the ruler and the minister?

"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 a little absent-minded while talking, and knew that he must still be thinking about things in Northern Xinjiang. He sighed, pursed his lips in annoyance, and remained silent for a while.

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

But Jing Ji didn't say anything. He 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.

"......gentlemen?"

Jing Ji turned his head to look at him suspiciously, but before he could say the second sentence, Lin Xiaodong stretched out his hand and took him into his arms.

"It's my fault," he whispered, "I'm used to it before, and I always rely on you unconsciously... Obviously you're still a child yourself."

Jingji: "..."

He stood blankly on the garden path, held by the youth in his arms, feeling as if he was dreaming.

Sir, he actually took the initiative to hug himself?

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

Although Jing Ji didn't know when Lin Xiaodong had relied on him, it was clear that the opposite situation was the normal way for them to get along, but that didn't prevent him from feeling as happy as he was flying into the sky.

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

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

Jing Ji was a little reluctant, he just wanted to hold him until the end of the world.

"just forget it......"

"You can sleep on your lap."

"-Let's go now!"

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

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

There's really no way to get him.

--The two sighed inwardly at the same time.