Chapter 155 The Pain of the Emperor

"Is Zhichao coming? No, I'm going to see him now." The surprise that could not be hidden in her voice quickly dropped a knife and ran all the way to the tent. Linglong immediately followed her anxiously and said, "Hey, emperor, image, image!"

"All right!" A knife reached out and pulled Linglong, and said with a sway smile on her face, "Let her go. She has always been like this. Why do you forcefully change the emperor?"

"But the emperor has to look like the emperor. If Mr. Zhou sees the emperor like this, won't he be scared again? If he finds that the emperor has nothing to do, won't he secretly laugh at the emperor?"

"Isn't it better for the emperor to show people what she thinks in her heart and does what she does in action? Don't you like such an emperor?" Yi Dao looked at Jing Li's disappeared figure with a smile, and there was an unconcealed favor in his voice. Linglong turned his head in surprise and saw such a smile. Linglong seemed to have found a rooster laying eggs and said in a shocking voice: "Yi Dao, you... how can you laugh?"

He was slightly stunned and quickly adjusted his expression. He glanced coldly and said, "Can't anyone laugh?"

"But...but you've never laughed, er... It seems that there is... No, I can't remember it anymore." Linglong carried her fingers, tilted her head and thought carefully. She shrugged her shoulders helplessly and left alone. For a while, when Linglong reacted, she had already disappeared.

In Jingli's military account...

She reached out and lifted the curtain and went in. Zhou Zhichao and Wan Qing turned around at the same time and looked at Jing Li's bloody appearance. They were indeed shocked, especially Wan Qing. She immediately came over and said worriedly, "Your Majesty, is the battle in Kyoto very difficult? Why are you hurt all over?"

Jing Li was stunned, and then realized that she must have thought she was injured like Linglong, but this time she did not explain it well to Wan Qing. Instead, she was listless. She staggered a few steps and reached out to hold the side of the table. Wan Qing immediately came to help her. At this time, she was very burdened on one side. Zhou Zhichao also opened his mouth and whispered, "Your Majesty, your injury... is still serious."

"It hurts, it really hurts!" Jing Li beat his heart and kept talking. Zhou Zhichao was anxious and hurriedly turned the wheelchair and came over. At this time, Jing Li suddenly ran to Zhou Zhichao's side, held his wheelchair, looked at his eyes and said seriously, "My body is unprevented, but my heart really hurts. Looking at the flow of the people. I was lost, watching my soldiers fall one by one, watching them leave blood and injured, my heart was pricked by a needle.

Zhou Zhichao stretched out his hand, stroked Jing Li's face, and then pinched the place stained with blood on Jing Li's body. There was a smile on his always cold face. He whispered, "The emperor is not injured. Why is he stained with blood?"

He deliberately ignored what Jing Li said about worrying about the country and the people. Jing Li was not exaggerating the damage of the war to the Dajing Dynasty. He just sighed and said, "My blood is left by Dajing's generals and soldiers. They are seriously injured. I can't bear to leave them on the battlefield."

"So?" Still indifferent, Zhou Zhichao pushed the wheelchair farther away from Jing Li and asked again. Jing Li stopped talking this time, and the naughty look on her face immediately disappeared. She found a soft stool and sat down for a long time. Wan Qing stood there in a hurry. She was afraid that her master would be unhappy and leave, so she hurried forward. He whispered, "Your Majesty, what happened to you in the end?"

"I ordered the army to carry all the wounded back!"

"All of them?" Zhou Zhichao asked softly, his voice was light and he couldn't hear the slightest waves.

Jing Li raised his chin and sighed, "Yes, all! Including the enemy's wounded, I ordered everyone to carry them back, but now I have a headache. The wounded have come back, but what about the herbs? Where is the military doctor? What about military resources? I don't have any. In the end, they are still dead. The result I want is ruined again.

"No, it won't be soaked." Zhou Zhichao said softly that Jing Li knew him. Since he said such a thing, he must have a good strategy. Jing Li immediately turned around, looked at Zhou Zhichao's wise eyes, and whispered, "Does Mr. Zhou have a good plan?"

"Although the emperor is worried about the recent military resources, he has gained the army's heart. The army's heart is priceless. He can't buy it back with any money, and there are also Qingchen's wounded army. If such a wounded army is loyal to the emperor, it will definitely shake the dust's heart!"

"Shaking the military heart of Qingchen?" After listening to Zhou Zhichao's words, Jing Li was distracted for a moment. She looked at him and gradually understood the meaning of what he had just said from his eyes. Jing Li smiled slightly and said, "What Mr. Zhou means, but the friends or sisters around these wounded? But these wounded have been brought back by me, and they can't go back. How can they cause this effect?

Zhou Zhi smiled with an unpredictable smile and stretched out his hand to write a word on the table. Jing Li was stunned and read silently and softly, "Mo Yan?"

"Exactly, if the emperor treats the wounded soldiers of Qingchen, just like Mo Yan, why worry that the army of Qingchen will not disturb the heart of the army." Zhou Zhichao rarely opened his mouth with a smile. Jing Li suddenly reacted. A smile suddenly rose on her face. She reached out and held Zhou Zhichao's hand and said sincerely, "If I have Mr. Zhou as a think tank, why don't I be able to restore the Jing Kingdom?"

Zhou Zhichao also smiled slightly. Jing Li clenched his hand so tightly that he did not pull out his hand for the first time. This time, Zhou Zhichao and Jing Li had never found it, but Wan Qing beside them saw it in her heart. She turned around a little lonely, picked up the military tent and went out, leaving the two of them alone. People talked deeply there. The sunset glow at dusk was very beautiful. Wanqing stood there alone. After her face was ruined, she lost all the people of the Zhou family. She gradually became much quieter, but now she seemed to lose even Zhou Zhichao. The depressing power in her heart seemed to make her breathless.

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