Chapter 100 Negotiation
He held her arm, lowered his head and blew gently towards the wound, his voice hoarse and dry: "Does it hurt?"
Jun Lin tilted his head to look at him, and gently wiped away his tears with his bent index finger: "It doesn't hurt."
She touched his head gently with her forehead, and said affectionately and indulgently: "Why have you become a crybaby?"
There were still tears hanging on Minghe's eyelashes, and his heart felt like it was in lingering pain: "I'm just afraid."
I’m afraid I’ll be a burden to you.
The world can do without Ming He, but it cannot do without Emperor Jing.
Jun Lin grinned: "Hey, I said you don't seem to know your position."
"You are Minghe, the left prime minister of Dae Kyung, and my half."
She asked loudly, "If half of my body died, do you think I would be okay?"
His heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyes to stare at the bright face in a daze.
"You are alright, more than anything else."
She sighed in relief: "Rather, it's enough that you're fine."
No one could tug at his heartstrings more than she did.
No one could make him give everything for her more willingly than she did.
Minghe can give her anything at this moment.
Anything is fine, as long as she wants it, he will give it to her.
There is no way to ignore it.
I like this about you.
This was the first time he smiled since surviving the disaster. His smile was gentle and soft, like a breeze blowing over the hills, blowing away the lingering clouds, so beautiful and breathtaking.
Jun Lin felt relieved to see him smile, and then he moved the corners of his mouth to soften his expression.
"You really are, crying and laughing at the same time."
Listening to her joking complaints, Ming He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers cautiously.
Jun Lin was stunned.
“It’s just a realization.”
His smile was warm, like a flower blooming again after a storm: "Master, I am lucky to have met you."
Jun Linzong said: Minghe, I am lucky to have it.
Because he was willing to devote himself completely to her.
But Minghe now only dares to say: Master, I am lucky to have met you.
He knew that feelings would become an obstacle for her, so she didn't need to know, and Minghe didn't expect to get her, so it was enough.
As long as I can be with her, as long as we can meet countless times, that's enough.
Minghe feels that he is the luckiest person to have met her.
Jun Lin chuckled: "Now you can say sweet words to make me happy."
Minghe tore off a strip of his robe and gave her a simple bandage: "It's the truth."
The wind was so gentle, the sky was so blue, they were just right.
After bandaging the wound, the two stood up. Jun Lin said, "My horse is in front. Let's go. I'll take you to the general's mansion first."
Ming He was still a little frightened: "Why did the master return halfway?"
The two chatted as they walked back.
Jun Lin was furious and said angrily, "I was worried and felt that the boy was strange, so I came back to check, but I didn't expect that an accident really happened."
She was relieved: "Thank goodness you're okay."
Minghe paused, he stopped and looked at the servant who was nailed to the cliff, his pupils widened slightly.
The man's legs and feet were hanging in the air, and his chest was pierced by a sword. The sharp sword pierced into the mountain wall. His dead white eyes were filled with bloodshot. The fear and astonishment on the servant's face were completely frozen before they dissipated.
He never expected that Emperor Jing would kill him halfway.
I didn't expect the sword to be so fast, making it impossible to dodge.
Jun Lin curled his lips and said, "It should be someone of the Empress Dowager. Ha, because if I get rid of you, I will suffer heavy losses."
Minghe is responsible for many things, including political reform, criminal law compilation, and many policies and reforms. He is the pillar of Dajing. Once he collapses, Junlin will be seriously injured.
It is foolish to say that a country can't be supported by one person alone. It requires the concerted efforts of many people. Among these many people, the most important one is Emperor Jing, followed by the left and right prime ministers.
Her eyes were scary and sinister: "I originally wanted to imprison her, but it seems that's not necessary."
Ming He comforted him: "No, otherwise the public opinion will be too heavy, and all countries will use it as a topic of discussion. Filial piety comes first among all virtues."
By then, all the moral principles of various schools will be poking her in the spine and scolding her.
She took a deep breath to suppress her anger: "I have my own thoughts on this matter. If I attack you today, I might attack Mr. Man tomorrow. Okay, you really don't take me, the Emperor Jing, seriously at all!"
Ming He gently calmed her anger: "It's okay, the overall situation is the most important."
Jun Linqi's back tooth socket ached. This time, someone really exposed his reverse scale.
Her horse was not far away. She jumped on it swiftly and held out her hand: "Come, let's go to General Wu first."
Minghe looked at her wound with concern and said, "Let me ride."
Jun Lin's face was wild and he said, "It doesn't hurt. It's nothing. Come on up quickly. The horses will be very fast in a while. Pay attention. We are in a hurry."
Minghe no longer hesitated, jumped on the horse and sat behind her.
Jun Linfeng's eyes narrowed: "Hold me tight."
Ming He's starry eyes softened, and he obediently stretched out his arms to tightly wrap around her waist.
Since she already understood his feelings, Minghe accepted all the opportunities for intimacy she gave him.
"Drive——"
He squeezed the horse's belly tightly and shouted loudly.
Riding her horse at full speed, she is more unrestrained and carefree than those young men in bright clothes and riding horses. She is always young and full of vigor.
There are two places in the world that make Minghe feel most at ease, one is her arms and the other is her back.
They are all so reliable.
The cold wind blew across his face, and the scenery on both sides of the road receded. Minghe felt extremely at ease.
"The head of the family."
The sound was too soft and the spurring noise was too loud, so she did not react.
"What a blessing to meet you."
The whisper disappeared in the wind and no one heard it.
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When they arrived at the general's residence, upon hearing that it was the Left Prime Minister and Emperor Jing who came, General Wu Lao came out to greet them.
Jun Lin smiled and said, "I want to borrow a doctor from the old general to treat my injuries."
Although the old general looked calm, worry flashed across his eyes, and the servants hurriedly took her to see a doctor.
Ming He rolled up his sleeves and said, "General Wu, may I have a word with you?"
General Wu, who was old but still majestic, made a "please" gesture.
The two of them walked quickly into the meeting room.
The old general said frankly: "I know why you came here, but the situation is different now. I no longer have the heart to participate in the fight, and I will not take sides this time."
Ming He smiled warmly, not retreating a bit because of the show of force at the beginning: "I have served my country for a thousand times, and my hair will never turn green again. General, you are retiring now, do you have any regrets?"
The man was a gentleman with a relaxed and elegant demeanor, standing like a green bamboo, and looking elegant and refreshing: "Emperor Jing doesn't care whether you are old or not, and doesn't care what your attitude was before. As long as you are willing, even at this age, you can still kill enemies on the battlefield. She will give you a chance, a chance to fight to the last moment."
The old general put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.
He was replaced by the previous emperor when the previous emperor was still in power. It was said that he was too old to fight in the battlefield and should just enjoy his old age. But which general doesn't devote himself to the battlefield?
His long-cherished wish is to serve his country with loyalty and die on the battlefield.