Song Zhilan raised his head, his eyes tightened suddenly.
That figure stood in front of his eyes, still in his usual tough and domineering posture, and he could not help but stop all the swords and swords that fell on his head.
Under the increasingly fierce siege of the assassins, the originally invisible protective posture was finally so conspicuous that no self-deceiving neglect could be tolerated anymore.
Emotions suddenly surged violently, Song Zhilan gritted his teeth, his tense body almost trembled slightly, and his eyes became more and more dark and cruel.
Who wants him to save...
After all, the body in shackles was restricted, and the tall and straight white figure suddenly stepped back a few steps, parrying the blade that was slashed head-on, and the sharp blade had already penetrated the shoulder.
The blood stained through the clothes in an instant, causing the young emperor's eyes to shrink: "Master right!"
The familiar title blurted out, and he bit his lower lip hastily, swallowing back the instinctive tension.
Su Shi was so exhausted by the siege that he had no time to pay attention to the little emperor behind him. The iron chain between his wrists staggered and swung hard, and the sharp sword was stuck on his shoulder, and he turned around and kicked the man in black in front of him out of the battle ring, but in a blink of an eye someone came up to him bravely.
Obviously, they were all easily laid down by the guards of the forest, as if they were chopping melons and vegetables, but the rest were still relentlessly attacking him. Finally, Su Shi fully realized how bad a skill he had acquired.
The shackles restricted most of the movements, Su Shi frowned, grabbed the blade of the sword with his bare hands, pulled it off and threw it on the ground.
Song Rong split the assassin in front of him with a knife, and turned his gaze to Lu Li who was still in the center of the siege.
The blood-soaked figure in white was almost unable to stand still, but those eyes filled with sharp murderous intent were as frosty as snow, still exuding an arrogance that could not be humiliated.
Unfamiliar emotions stirred quietly, and the figure burned in his eyes made his heart burn. He drank a word of caution, clenched the long knife in his hand, and threw himself into the battle ring.
With Su Shi firmly holding the hatred, the Yulin Guard quickly gained an absolute advantage, and not long after, all the assassins were executed.
Although there are painkillers to withstand it, the physical exertion cannot be ignored after all. Seeing the figure of the last man in black also fall down, Su Shi was finally freed, and couldn't help but staggered back a step, almost falling limp.
Two hands reached out and supported his body.
Song Zhilan shrank his eyes, and withdrew his hand abruptly, his face turned cold instantly, and he took two steps back with a flick of his sleeve.
The drooping hands were folded into the sleeves of the robe, and the warm blood in the palms seemed to suddenly turn into scalding magma. The young emperor clenched his fists tightly, the scene of blood and flesh flying all over the place did not move him in the slightest, but the blood splattered on the body of the person in front of him made his heart jump inexplicably.
It was clear that day and night he wanted to kill him.
Every night, he chewed and swallowed the humiliation unwillingly, and every dream was filled with the cold hatred that cut that person to pieces.
But at this moment, all of them turned into the confusion stuck in the chest.
The momentum is not good.
Seeing the protagonist's misunderstanding value fluctuate up and down, Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Song Rong away, and turned to the little emperor with an uncertain expression.
His expression became cold again, and he was about to say a few harsh words, but his figure suddenly shook.
Song Rong's gaze tightened suddenly, and the sharp blade flashed hastily, but he was still a step behind.
The sharp arrow that was originally aimed at Song Zhilan fell into Lu Li's back.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, Song Rong's eyes were almost bleeding, and he threw the steel knife in his hand fiercely, killing the assassin who slipped through the net and shot cold arrows in the dark.
Song Zhilan's eyes trembled in a trance, and he fell on the person who blocked the last arrow for him, and his body was suddenly wrapped in cold, which made him shiver uncontrollably.
The shackles collided and clanged, and the young emperor who was still in a daze was awakened suddenly.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Song Zhilan stepped forward and raised his hand to help the person in front of him, but it was in vain.
Lu Li touched the ground with her knees and knelt in front of him.
The outstretched arm stopped in the middle, Song Zhilan's breathing stagnated suddenly, his eyes seemed to be scalded by something, he shrank severely, and fell in a daze on the figure kneeling in front of him.
This was the first time Lu Li knelt down on him.
There is a twelve-year difference between the two. When Lu Li was the number one scholar in high school, he was just an immature prince who didn't understand anything. He watched his father bring in that elegant young man with a smile, and pointed out to him as a companion. .
Lu Li served as his companion for three years, and after reaching the crown, he entered the court as an official. In the past three years, Lu Li has never knelt down on him, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong, but Yin Yin follows that bright and dazzling figure, enjoying his gentle and patient teaching and care, day and night looking forward to growing up as soon as possible, and also Grow into a modest gentleman who is as outstanding as the other party.
But after Lu Li entered the court, it was only three short years, but everything was completely different.
That person won the emperor's heart and was promoted to the right minister. Since then, he has become cold, arrogant and domineering. The gentle smile in those eyes has long since disappeared, and every time I see him, there is a stinging arrogance and disdain.
He suddenly lost the slightest status in the court, his words were no longer taken seriously, and what he wanted to do was inexplicably obstructed in every possible way. The Prince's Mansion has been repeatedly suppressed, and the emperor and the world have even gradually forgotten that there is him as a prince.
Only then did I realize that all those tenderness and easy-going, elegance and brightness are just a cover-up that cannot be easily attacked. It turns out that when a person gains power, he can trample everything under his feet.
Hatred quietly grew, he studied hard day and night to collect books and humbly sought to learn the way of the emperor, secretly contacted the courtiers to build forces, and finally waited for the time to counterattack wildly.
The identities were reversed, he became the victor, and Lu Li became the prisoner who suffered a complete defeat.
He had sworn that he would make Lu Li kneel in front of him, but now that the man finally knelt, he didn't feel the slightest pleasure of victory.
"Right side!"
Song Rong was the first to realize that something was wrong, strode over to support the man's stiff body, turned over and held him in his arms.
The warm blood had almost completely wet the white clothes, Lu Li leaned against his shoulder motionless, her brows and eyelashes were lowered, her lips were pale, and she had completely lost consciousness.
"Escort the emperor back to the palace!"
Song Rong picked up the man horizontally and gave orders in a sharp voice. Just as he was about to hug Lu Li into the carriage, he was suddenly grabbed by the elbow by a hand.
The person in his arms was hurt too badly, and he couldn't delay for a moment. Song Rong was anxious in his heart, frowned and turned around, meeting the dark and complicated eyes of the young emperor.
"... Yujia is faster."
Song Zhilan spoke in a low voice, his knuckles turned white with force, almost as if he was overthrowing his long-standing foundation.
Tit for tat, he thought.
No matter what the reason was, Lu Li saved him this time, and he had to save the other party, and then he would continue to settle the old score without paying any debts.
It's too cheap for this person to die so easily.
Song Rong's expression was complicated for a moment, and he didn't refuse. He hugged Lu Li and got into the royal carriage, and Song Zhilan also sat in together.
The sound of the whip sounded, and the carriage rushed towards the palace city. At the moment when he was about to enter the palace gate, Song Rong suddenly lowered his head as if he felt something.
The person in his arms slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then regained his clarity, taking a full view of the situation in the carriage.
The light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't even notice it. Song Zhilan eagerly sat up straight, looked at the eyes that were still as clear as frost and snow, moved his lips, but said nothing.
Lu Li frowned, as if he had figured something out, then returned to that pale Ruoxue face with arrogance and indifference, with a mocking and cool tone.
"I'm afraid you may be mistaken. I never thought of saving you, but those people just wanted to chase me and beat me..."
His breathing was unsteady, his voice was low, and his usual cold and arrogant demeanor was gone. Song Rong couldn't help tightening his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are seriously injured, so stop talking."
Lu Li didn't listen to him, but struggled to stand up: "Stop the car."
"What the hell are you going to do?"
Song Zhilan finally couldn't help but speak, his eyes almost burst into anger, and he stared at him fiercely: "You have been seriously injured, and you are already dying! If you don't go to treat the injury, do you really want to die like this?"
His ending voice had almost softened, his chest heaved rapidly, and there was already some faint pleading unconsciously in his eyes.
But Lu Li just lowered his eyes indifferently, and his words were cold: "The emperor has painstakingly arranged the layout, and the regent has rushed thousands of miles, isn't it just to kill me?"
His words were like sharp ice picks, causing the two of them to feel pain in their chests for a moment, they could hardly speak, but their hearts felt infinitely cold.
"What Lu Li wants is power and wealth, and what Lu Li wants is great wealth. From the day she embarked on this path, she never thought of a happy ending."
The body is already on the verge of limit, and can only barely withstand it with the stimulant of the system. Seeing the expressions of the two dimmed, and the little emperor's eyes darkened, Su Shi finally felt a little relieved in his heart, but it still didn't show on his face.
"Stop the car and let the minister down, or the minister will die in front of the emperor, the emperor can choose one."
"Lu Li!"
Song Rong couldn't help but speak in a hurry, but before he could continue, Song Zhilan interrupted him in a deep voice: "Since the right minister is determined, I can't force it, the regent will send the right minister back."
Hearing the young emperor's sudden and indifferent tone, Song Rong couldn't help turning his head, but the carriage had already stopped.
Lu Li really didn't turn her head back, she stood up with difficulty, held on to the car door and leaned slightly, almost staggering and falling down.
He was already at the end of his strength, but barely supported by the strength of his heart, his body fell slumped, but he had already crashed into his broad and strong arms.
The familiar warmth almost gave Su Shi some illusions, he raised his eyes in a trance, but met a pair of jet-black pupils that almost breathed fire.
Song Rong didn't say a word, just picked him up, grabbed the rein from the guard of the imperial forest, led him onto the horse and sat firmly, and walked out of the palace gate, galloping the horse towards the palace.
The bumping of the horse would only increase Lu Li's pain, but Song Rong had no time to take care of it, so he could only grit his teeth and swing the whip vigorously.
Faster, faster.
He could even feel that life was passing away from the body protected by his arms, and strong fear gripped his heart, pushing away all his thoughts, leaving only one almost stubborn thought.
To keep this person alive, it doesn't matter even if you hate yourself...
The carriage didn't move, Song Zhilan sat motionless, his eyes fell on the dazzling blood left by Lu Li.
He was not surprised that Lu Li was unwilling to yield to him, or even accept his favor.
This is the arrogant and arrogant Righteous Prime Minister. As long as he is still awake, he will not bow his head to anyone willingly. Even if it is the time of life and death, humiliation is far more unbearable for that person than death.
Song Zhilan curled his lips stiffly, and suddenly buried his face in his hands.
The dried blood on the palm was branded on the closed eyes, and the eye sockets were dry and painful, without any watery feeling.
He is self-indulgent, how could that person save him.
How could it be possible to save him.
The duration of the stimulant had reached its limit, Su Shi's consciousness was forced to break away, returned to the virtual space, and easily pulled out the system hiding in the background.
"Because the skill was originally used by the staff, in order to prevent the staff from actively turning off the skill in order to avoid the plot, once it is turned on, the hatred will be drawn for 24 hours."
At that time, I was only interested in getting rich overnight, but forgot to introduce the function of the special effects to the host in detail. Anything that hits you 'works...”
So at that time, even the cold arrow didn't look pleasing to him, and even if he didn't turn around, the arrow could turn around and stick in his back.
Thinking of the whole oolong, Su Shi couldn't help but have a headache: "I regret it now, can I return it?"
"Because the host does not belong to the staff, this experience is only 24 hours, and there are 18 hours left, and the special effects will automatically expire."
The system hurriedly added a sentence, and continued tentatively: "If the host is satisfied, the mall also provides a cracked version for users, and you can choose to buy it..."
"No need."
Su Shi flatly declined, and had made up his mind to just faint for the remaining nine hours.
This body was seriously injured, and it might not have been able to wake up originally. Seeing that his health had already dropped below the warning line, Su Shi still bought two more Guiyuan life extension pills and put them in his backpack.
In other worlds, these products whose names look like fake medicines really have no real effect, but with the addition of the ancient world, they have the magical effect of saving lives.
His task this time is actually very simple, just [live to the enthronement ceremony and see Song Zhilan become the real king of a country with his own eyes].
To complete the task, you only need to ensure that you can live to that day, and you will still be relatively free on that day. So Su Shi didn't insist on the development of the plot, but occasionally in his spare time, a vague idea would pop up suddenly.
Different from doing tasks for the plot every time, this time the task seems to be the original wish.
Even if it's not for experience points, he still wants to work harder to live until the day when the new emperor ascends the throne, so that this body can witness all this with his own eyes.
Besides, it seems that the experience point this time may not be unsteady, the pot slipped a circle, but he was still holding onto the edge.
Finally, I changed to a more ruthless protagonist, as long as I was provoked by sneering words, I could lower my favorability, which is much better than some protagonists who always choose to forgive themselves every time.
Thinking of the fierce eyes of the little emperor looking at him, Su Shi couldn't help being relieved, and he was slightly relieved, his eyes suddenly went dark.
The buffer time has ended, and his consciousness has separated from the virtual space and returned to his original body.
There is a not-so-hard warm touch under the body, the shoulders, back and arms are firmly imprisoned, the effect of the painkiller has gradually weakened, and there is a faint tearing pain from the back.
There was constant noise in my ear, amidst the back and forth footsteps and the collision of things handed over, the medical officer's cautious voice sounded: "My lord, I'm about to draw the arrow..."
Song Rong nodded slightly, took the sliced ginseng, carefully brushed the pale cold lips with his fingertips, and pressed the ginseng slice under the man's tongue.
He used to hold a long knife and strong bow in his hands, but he felt that no matter how hard he used it, he was afraid of hurting the delicate glass-like person in his arms. Although his arms were tightly bound to the opponent's shoulders and arms, he didn't dare to use all his strength, and his chest was pressed down almost reverently, protecting his cold and weak shoulders and neck.
The blood-soaked white clothes had been carefully cut off, and the white silk stained with powder was pressed around the wound, the blood had scabbed over, the arrow had been cut off by Song Rong when it came back, but it was still deeply wounded. Not into the heart.
On the way back, Lu Li didn't react in the slightest, not even frowning slightly, only the faint temperature and pulsation from his chest could make people feel the subtle vitality in this body.
Knowing that he might not be able to hear his words, and might not even be able to wake up, Song Rong couldn't help lowering his head and sticking to Lu Li's ear: "Be patient..."
The hugging arms tightened unconsciously. He had never been so eager to replace injuries with injuries.
The hand holding the arrow shaft trembled and clenched tightly. The medical officer hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed back violently.
Blood gushed out in an instant, dyeing the entire field of vision red in the blink of an eye.
The powder was washed away after being sprayed on, and the medical officer's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He hurriedly fetched a new white silk, and pressed it on desperately, using all his strength.
When pressed, it is soaked, and then it goes round and round again. After repeating it several times, the clear water in the basin beside the bed had completely turned a bloody color, and the bleeding from the wound was finally barely stopped, and the best wound medicine in the army was immediately and carefully applied.
The arms that were almost stiff finally moved away slightly, Song Rong still held the body lying in his arms steadily, watching the medical officer treat the wound neatly, and then went to treat other minor injuries.
The inner garment has also been completely soaked in blood and can no longer be worn. The expensive and exquisite fabric was carefully cut, Song Rong raised his arm slightly, trying to remove the clothes for him first, but suddenly a corner of bright yellow fabric fell out from the blood-stained skirt.
Song Rong couldn't help but frowned slightly, raised his hand and pulled out the bright yellow cloth, unfolded it, and his eyes suddenly sank.
It was the emperor's decree to punish Lu Li.
He was also present when the edict was issued. Song Zhilan stood proudly with a sword in his hand, looked at the Prime Minister who was pressed down in the corridor, and read out the edict himself.
Every word was filled with hatred that almost oozes blood. That young king undoubtedly hated Lu Li to the bone.
But he couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts Lu Li was based on, so that when he had fallen into a situation where he had nothing, he still left such an edict that he wanted to destroy him, and even carried it with him -
Before he could think it through, his wrist was suddenly firmly held by a hand.
His palms were cold, and his fingertips were trembling lightly, but they still held his wrist tightly. Song Rong was slightly stunned, and instinctively lowered his eyes to meet those clear eyes like cold springs.
"Give it back to me, this is not something you should take."
Lu Li's voice was still weak and hoarse when he woke up, but his tone already showed a strong and coldness that could not be violated.
The heart trembled suddenly, and the joy and sorrow were intertwined. Song Rong couldn't hold back the strong emotion anymore. With a shake of his hand, he clenched the imperial decree even more tightly, and his voice became hoarse.
"The right minister...does he really want to die?"
It was the first time for him to treat Lu Li with a blunt attitude that was almost rude, and he regretted it as soon as he said it, but when he met the slightly stunned look in those eyes, he couldn't express that little bit of inexplicable anger again.
It was he who led the troops according to the order and rushed thousands of miles back to help, which completely settled the opponent's crushing defeat.
They were the ones who drove Lu Li to his death. When Lu Li only wanted to die, they asked him why he had no desire to survive.
His chest was already full of remorse, Song Rong carefully supported him on the soft pillow, and stepped back, his voice light and bitter.
"If I say, I just received the imperial edict and went back to Beijing to help, I don't know that it is to cut off your back... Will you believe me?"
Lu Li remained silent, Xuanxiu's brows raised slightly, and Qingling's eyes fell on him, showing some plain doubt without joy or anger.
Meeting the indifferent and cold gaze of the other party, Song Rong held his breath slightly, and his eyes finally dimmed.
He really didn't care anymore.
Now that the death decision has been made, naturally there is no need to care about who sent him to his death. Song Rong lowered his gaze, and gripped the Xi Mingzhao even tighter, wishing he could crush it together with the charges above.
"Right Prime Minister, rest well, at least tonight—"
Unwilling to ask him to look up at him again, Song Rong put one knee on the ground, half knelt down beside the couch, put the wound medicine on Lu Li's pale and slender fingertips, and carefully helped him gather a strand of drooping temple hair behind his ear.
"At least tonight, Prime Minister Right can sleep soundly and take a rest, okay?"
After finishing speaking, he got up decisively and hurried out of the room.
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