Song Rong didn't come back, but he still sent someone to carefully deliver the meals, and added a few more braziers.
Fearing that the wound would be crushed, Su Shi's body was only covered with a thin layer of soft brocade quilt, and the brazier beside the couch was warming warmly, so he didn't feel very cold, but the fatigue caused by blood loss was still lingering.
Really having no appetite to eat, Su Shi sent the waiter out, pushed the food box aside, and closed his eyes on the soft pillow.
With the ban of the main god, the other party can no longer blatantly occupy the protagonist of each world. This time the protagonist is obviously Duan Xin's data. But he is still not sure whether the regent is the guy who chased him again.
Although he is very proficient at throwing blame for himself, just because he lost his temper with him alone, the identity of the other party still needs to be temporarily doubted.
It doesn't matter if you have doubts, after all, you are here to complete the task, and you can't always be led astray without paying attention.
Feeling tired, Su Shi yawned very lightly, resting his arms on his pillow and closing his eyes.
As the night grew thicker, the chill crept through the window lattice.
Song Rong sat at the table, still clutching the crumpled imperial decree in his hand, the night wind was cold, and the candle flame flickered.
"Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"
The door was pushed open, and the staff walked in and saw a bright yellow in his hand. He suddenly raised his heart, walked over to see the content clearly, and sat down with a smile: "This is not an imperial edict to punish the right minister. Why did the prince come here?" hand?"
"by coincidence."
Song Rong spoke quietly, and handed him the imperial edict in his hand: "If I ask you to see it, what can you see?"
He has read this edict many times, except for being secretly startled by the irreversible ruthlessness of the above, the only thing left is his disbelief when he saw those charges.
Until now, Lu Li has never defended herself. But he still instinctively believed that the Lu Li he saw was definitely not the heinous and treacherous person in the imperial edict.
The staff was slightly surprised, took the imperial edict and read it carefully for a while, then handed it back with both hands, and sighed softly: "If you say something, the emperor has really improved a lot compared to the past."
"Progress?"
Song Rong took the edict, frowned slightly and sat up straight.
"My lord has been fighting abroad all year round, and hardly involved in political affairs. Naturally, I don't know. When the current emperor was still the prince, he was actually quite depressed."
Meeting his slightly puzzled gaze, the aides laughed dumbfounded, and patiently explained: "The prime minister on the right suppressed it openly, while the prime minister on the left secretly squeezed him out. The decrees of the Eastern Palace were almost ignored. The emperor at that time was far from being so crisp, quick, and murderous." The decisive momentum..."
Song Rong's heart moved slightly, and he spread out the edict again, and his eyes fell on the iron painted silver hook that was almost piercing through the silk.
"Look, my lord, this edict seems ordinary, but in fact, every step of the way is intertwined. Although it does not appear to be coercive, it has already blocked all the retreats of the right minister. No matter how the right minister defends himself, the result of the court's conviction No matter what, in fact, there is no way to retreat completely."
The staff member folded his sleeves and leaned over to explain it carefully for him. He couldn't help sighing with relief: "Although it's just an imperial edict, it already has the appearance of a wise emperor. It can finally sweep away the decline of the late emperor's court and revive the majesty of the emperor. gone."
Looking at the deep gratification in his eyes, Song Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a premonition that made him faintly chill suddenly appeared in his heart.
The man was even wearing iron chains and heavy shackles. When the medical officer was treating the injury, the wrists had already been worn red and swollen by the handcuffs, which was even more piercing than the wound left by the hidden weapon of the sword.
Wearing the cold shackles bestowed by the king, bearing the heinous crime of adultery, he was about to be put into a prison cart and paraded through the streets to be humiliated in every way.
However, Lu Li still protected the young emperor with an unquestionable attitude, and even used his flesh and blood body that had already been scarred to block the arrow for him.
Under those eyes that were as cold as glass, was there the same kind of comfort hidden, so that even if it was an imperial edict that drove him to a dead end, it had to be properly placed next to him
"Why did he suppress the emperor?"
The regent's voice was a little hoarse, which made the staff startled: "What did the lord say?"
"I'm not good at court affairs, and I don't understand disputes in the officialdom, but if I can win the heirloom and win the heirloom, at least I will."
Song Rong got up, walked slowly to the window, the cold night wind poured in along the crack of the window, chilling his chest.
"The right minister and the left minister are not at odds, and they will never die. The daughter of the left minister enters the court as a concubine, and some of them give birth to princes. It is normal to suppress the emperor. But no one in the Lu family enters the palace, and the right minister is not involved in seizing the crown. He is incompatible with the left minister. , just take the opportunity to win over the prince and give him a little favor, so you don’t have to worry about the new dynasty’s rich clothes, fine food, and boundless enjoyment.”
Finally straightening out the disobedience that has always been entrenched in his heart, Song Rong turned around with his hands behind his back, his eyes burning: "Lu Li is not a short-sighted person. The late emperor is old, and the crown prince will ascend the throne sooner or later—why should he suppress the emperor?"
The staff member was tongue-tied and stared at him in a daze.
Quickly turning around and rushing to the table, Song Rong spread out the imperial decree, with a faint look of sternness in his eyes: "Transcript it down, and investigate them one by one according to these crimes."
Seeing that he was definitely not a casual confession, the staff's expression changed slightly: "My lord, the emperor has made up his mind, if he insists on disobeying..."
"What about disobedience?"
Song Rong turned back coldly, his eyes fell on the window, and he said every word firmly: "The new dynasty has just been established, and everything is complicated. Since the emperor has no time to figure it out - I will check it myself."
After many years of fighting, the moment he got up and walked to the window, he had already spotted the hidden guard outside the window.
The emperor still needs to rely heavily on him for the time being, and logically he would not dare to send secret guards into the palace for surveillance, but there are still hidden guards who came, only for the person who was carried back to the palace by him.
Born in the emperor's family, from the day he learned to walk and talk, he had to learn to intrigue and fight for power.
He can think of these things, but it is impossible for Song Zhilan not to think of them.
It's just that his chest is already full of hatred, so he deliberately ignores those details that are clearly contrary to harmony. Perhaps in the bottom of the young emperor's heart, he also faintly fears to explore any truth hidden below.
But he must figure it out.
The staff was stunned for a while, then heaved a long sigh, raised his hand to take the pen and ink, and copied down the imperial decree carefully.
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is getting darker.
After all, the injuries on his body were not serious. Su Shi fell into a coma all night, and the dawn had already fallen through the window lattice before he was awakened by the loud shouts outside the door.
An unfamiliar middle-aged face was guarding the bedside, and when he saw him wake up, he quickly got up and saluted: "Your Prime Minister has woken up, and Shen Mao, the staff member of the lower palace—"
"Is it time to go to court?"
Before he could say the excuse that the lord gave, he was interrupted by the other party in a low voice. The staff was stunned for a moment, and Lu Li actually supported the bed and sat up.
Seriously injured, his face was already pale, but when he sat up overwhelmed, the slight blood on his lips quickly faded away.
The staff's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly got up to help him: "Your Prime Minister, the prince said that you must not move around... nothing is going on outside, you just need to rest in peace, the prince will come back to see you later."
Su Shi remained silent, raised his hand to separate the arm that he helped up, and looked at him calmly.
After all, he had been in a high position for a long time, and although the person in front of him was seriously injured, his aura remained undisturbed, and the voice of the staff became lower and lower, and they finally lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
"Today's court, since the emperor sent someone to look for me, he naturally intends to convict me. No matter how mischievous your prince is, he shouldn't come forward to stop him at this moment."
Having roughly heard the noisy dispute outside, Su Shi's eyes were light, and he tried his best to stand up.
Song Rong is not the protagonist, he can't see the value of the other party's misunderstanding, he can only guess based on intuition, and it is inevitable that he will not be able to respond in time. The conviction of the court is the highlight of gaining experience points. No matter how the regent tries to stop him, he must go back.
The staff looked more and more embarrassed. They wanted to stop him, but they didn't have the courage to go forward. They could only watch helplessly as Lu Li put on his clothes.
But that person didn't seem to feel the pain at all, he still put the clothes on his body unmoved, and didn't even move his eyebrows or eyes in the slightest.
Song Rong has been fighting outside all year round, and there are not many luxurious clothes in the house, so he finally found a black cloud and thunder pattern long gown for him. The ink-colored fabric is a little dull, but it just conceals the oozing blood.
After putting on all his clothes and grooming, Su Shi turned around and left the house, and walked towards the door of the mansion.
There were two groups of people facing each other at the door. Judging from each other's posture, they might have been entangled for a long time.
The imperial guards absolutely obeyed the king's order, guarding the door motionlessly, and refused to retreat without seeing Lu Li. However, Song Rong had no intention of handing over people at all. The soldiers who had been licking blood all year round stood guarding the door with a murderous look, and they also did not intend to back down an inch.
If people who don't know it read it, they might think that the emperor wants to copy the regent's house.
Su Shi sighed dumbly, walked towards the door, passed Song Rong, and walked slowly towards the forest guards with swords and halberds.
"Right side!"
There was an anxious shout behind him, with unabashed concern and worry, Su Shi paused slightly, and finally stood still and turned around.
Song Rong looked at him, his heroic sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and his eyes almost showed blood and pain.
After all, Su Shi's heart softened a little, his eyes softened a little, and he cupped his hands and said warmly to him: "I slept well last night, thank you, my lord, Lu Li should go."
As soon as the words fell, he turned around and left the mansion gate, walking towards Yulinwei.
The situation of escorting him yesterday is still vivid in his mind, even though the imperial guards were ordered to arrest him, they still have respect for him. The leader of the imperial guards took a step forward and wanted to help him board the carriage, but Lu Li nodded his head in thanks, and grabbed his robes and got on the carriage and sat down firmly.
The carriage left, and the imperial guard retreated like a tide. Song Rong stood there in a daze, with the eyes of the man still smiling when he thanked him warmly.
Probably because of his weak body, or because he was sincerely thanking him, there was a rare indifference in those eyes, which quietly fell on him, but they looked extraordinarily warm and peaceful.
It was so peaceful that it seemed that the ending of this trip had already been predicted.
Biting coldness suddenly rushed up the spine, Song Rong's eyes turned cold, he turned around with his sleeves in his hands, and said sharply: "Court clothes, prepare your horse!"
He originally thought that even if what he said last night could not change the young emperor's mind, it would help him to perceive the strangeness of the whole matter, but he didn't expect that what he said would actually accelerate Song Zhilan's determination to take Lu Li's life.
It's all come to this point, all karma has been done, all things have been accomplished, the Prime Minister's Mansion was destroyed overnight, and Lu Li has become a heavy prisoner.
Song Zhilan couldn't afford to be wrong.
Changing into the regent's luxurious court attire, Song Rong took the black steed and flew up, whipping away the last layer of twilight before dawn.
Su Shi leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes to rest quietly, and a Guiyuan Xuming Pill had fallen into his sleeve.
The misunderstanding was like a roller coaster going up and down all night, and he was so annoyed that he had already turned off the warning sound when he was approaching the warning line. Now he urgently needed to take advantage of the situation and go to the court to give the little emperor another reassurance.
Lu Li never thought of leaving a way out for herself, and made many enemies with her ruthless tactics. She has walked alone all the way so far, and has not even left a single person who knows her heart.
It is impossible to do everything seamlessly, of course there is evidence, and it will be found sooner or later, but it is still very early.
It will have to wait until after his death that the loopholes in the court are completely exposed, and the new minister who took over the Ministry of War and Accounts will find out that the army's food and pay has always come from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. Those officials who have been reactivated and returned to Beijing are looking for benefactors. Only then was she shocked to find traces of Lu Li on those property, money and food.
Everything he did was true, and so were the crimes. As long as the court is convicted and the new emperor ascends the throne, Lu Li's blood will become the best tool to alert the world's officials.
The beheading of the prime minister will definitely change the atmosphere of the court, sweep away the decline of the old dynasty, and deter all parties. No one will remember the pissed off prince who has been suppressed, and in everyone's eyes, only the decisive young emperor will be left.
This is the best ending.
The carriage stopped, and there was silence outside the car. Su Shi took a deep breath, folded his sleeves and got up calmly.
He also wants to play the arrogant and domineering prime minister again, paving the last stage for the little emperor to reach the position of supremacy.
From then on, the ups and downs of the court and the changes in the world have nothing to do with Lu Li.
The sky is about to dawn, and the chill is awe-inspiring.
Su Shi stepped up the steps, and lifted up the slightly longer hem with one hand, and the biting cold wind froze through the not-so-thick clothes in a blink of an eye.
The forty-nine white marble steps used to be nothing more than a leisurely walk in the courtyard, but when they fell on the seriously injured and weak body, they became a heavy burden.
Su Shi's chest rose and fell slightly, and fine sweat was already seeping from his forehead. When he was blown by the cold wind, he felt that the coldness spread through his heart and spread all over his body in an instant, without any heat left.
Only halfway through the climb, I can't even enter the court hall.
Su Shi gritted his teeth, and was about to climb up with all his might, when suddenly there were hurried footsteps behind him, and a heavy cloak was involuntarily pressed on his shoulders.
His body, which was almost frozen and numb, warmed up instantly. Su Shi's figure flickered, and he was firmly supported by a strong arm.
Inexplicably not surprised, Su Shi took advantage of his strength to stand still, his eyes fell on the visitor, and his tone was close to a sigh: "My lord..."
"Song Rong is not good at political affairs, he just listens in and doesn't know how to say a word."
Song Rong helped him stand still, and stuffed a delicate and small hand stove into his sleeve involuntarily, his dark eyes fell directly into his eyes, and his voice became more and more low and soft.
"Don't chase me, Mr. Right, okay?"
Although he bears the name of the regent, Song Rong is very aware of his own weight. Even if he has made great contributions to escorting the king, he has never really regarded himself as the regent, and often actively avoids it when he goes to court. Except for the day when it was bestowed on him, this extremely luxurious court dress was the first time he wore it.
The fierce aura honed by the iron and blood on the battlefield is suppressed by the thick and luxurious lines, but it shows an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty. But it happened that he had such an aura of calmness and prestige, but he carefully restrained all the exposed edges, and only clear and straightforward pleas remained in his eyes.
His gaze stayed on him for a while, Su Shi withdrew his arms, closed his eyes and turned around, tightened the cloak around his body, and continued to walk up the steps without saying a word.
Putting his hands into the cuffs, he held the warm hand stove, and the warmth finally overwhelmed the biting cold wind outside him.
The dark eyes suddenly lit up, and Song Rong hurriedly followed behind Lu Li, walking lightly and slowly, following him up the jade steps, guarding him into the palace gate.
The young emperor suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on the figure who walked in slowly through the string of beads.
He is still alive.
A night of apprehension and fear, a night of struggling and tossing, was finally suppressed by this one glance.
The deep-rooted hatred instinct he had been familiar with for a long time was revived. It was because of this hatred that he never bowed his head to the person in front of him, and finally survived from being a prince who was treated coldly to the ninety-five years when thousands of people knelt down. respect.
Reviewing the reluctance and hatred in his memory, Song Zhilan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife again, and fell coldly on Lu Li's body.
The figure under the hall seemed to have sensed something, raised his head and glanced at him, his expression suddenly showed the familiar arrogance and indifference.
That person didn't even bother to confront him, the corners of his lips curled up in a slight sarcasm, he turned around casually, and ranked first with his hands behind his back.
The court was in an uproar, and all the ministers were instantly outraged, accusing Lu Li of being ungrateful, disrespectful, and rude, but Song Zhilan had no intention of listening.
How could that person have difficulties, but it was just too arrogant and arrogant, because he thought too much.
The hand holding the dragon chair slowly tightened, Song Zhilan's eyes gradually darkened, and his voice was finally completely cold: "The right prime minister, Lu Li, has been arrogant and domineering for five years and has killed Zhongliang. I have already had the heart of disobedience. Today the court is discussing crimes, and all the ministers know that there is nothing beyond words."
Dali Temple Minister was the first to leave the class, and made an impassioned statement, complaining about Lu Li's various crimes. The court has been coerced by the right minister for a long time, no matter whether he is loyal, treacherous, good or evil, suddenly he is filled with righteous indignation, as if he wants to eat Lu Li's flesh and blood.
The building collapsed, and there were many followers.
Song Rong was at the side of the hall, silent, his heart getting cold.
Although he has not been in court for a long time, he is by no means a fool. Those charges were obviously not groundless. Since the courtiers dared to accuse Lu Li like this, even if there were exaggerations and distortions, it must be because Lu Li did do these things.
But why on earth would he do this
It is obvious that he does not need to put himself in the target of public criticism, and can continue to win people's hearts from both sides, but is it really just because he is becoming more and more powerful, so no one is arrogant and arrogant, so that he will kill himself
Ying Ting's sword eyebrows frowned more and more, Song Rong's eyes deepened, and they fell on the figure standing at the head of the class.
Since entering the court, Lu Li has never said a word, but just stood proudly and silently, her eyes seemed to be closed, and she didn't know whether she had listened to those accusations or cursing.
"Master Right—"
The Minister of the Household Department's voice was clear and clear, overpowering most of the noisy voices in the court. When he came out of the court, Lu Li cupped his hands: "To this day, the right minister must not make mistakes again and again. The money and things copied by the prime minister's mansion are comparable to the money that the right minister has collected over the years." Bi, it’s just a drop in the bucket, and now that the national treasury is in short supply, is the right minister willing to donate the rest of his family’s wealth, to make meritorious deeds a crime, and to regard righteousness as a minister’s heart?”
Although Lu Li has been in control of the court these years, wantonly exploiting officials in the court, and taking bribes to fill his own pockets, he is not tyrannical in his governance, and he is not harsh on the people.
The Hubu Shangshu was promoted by the servant, and because of the relatively generous tax policy, he was not as disgusted with Lu Li as the officials in the court. Seeing that the ministers were talking about each other, almost driving Lu Li to a place of eternal doom, he couldn't help but intervene, and quietly passed a roundabout step.
"What a joke! Lu Li's heinous crime has already been fined and his house confiscated. The money should have been poured into the national treasury. How can it be counted as a crime?"
Dali Temple Minister came out with a sneer, snapped a sentence fiercely, and glanced at the black figure: "Lu Li, if you still have property that you hide and don't report, your charges will be increased!"
"It's just one death, and one more thing, if you want to open the coffin and slaughter the corpse to throw away the ashes, then you can do it."
Su Shi chuckled, finally spoke, and cast his eyes casually, as if he hadn't paid attention to the overwhelming verbal criticism at all.
"Lu Li's desire is nothing more than to have a good time, indulge in life, and never worry about what happens after death. Money is just something outside of the body. Clothes, food, wine and wine are all squandered in a blink of an eye. Where is there anything left?"
His tone was extraordinarily arrogant and frivolous, making Dali Siqing's face cloudy, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in court, so he finally suppressed his anger and ruthlessly brushed his sleeves back to work.
Hubu Shangshu was also choked dumb for a moment, with a regretful look on his face, he sighed softly, and also retreated.
Even the person wearing the crime did not intend to defend himself, and the court's discussion of the crime had almost no real meaning, and it seemed like an unreasonable entanglement to vent. The noisy court gradually quieted down, and Lu Li's charges were sorted out one by one, and presented one by one.
Song Zhilan was sitting on the emperor's seat, his eyebrows and eyes hidden under the twelfth o'clock, and his tone was calm and calm: "Ministry of Punishment, what crime should be convicted by the right-hand law?"
The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishments stepped forward, bowed his hands and said, "The right minister has committed a heinous crime. According to the law, he will be imprisoned immediately. He will be executed at an optional time. All property in his family will be fined and he will be prosecuted for being a member of the party..."
All the deliberate planning and all the tricks, it turned out that it was just for such an ending.
When I got to this point, it was strange that I didn't feel anything in my heart. Song Zhilan lowered his eyes, clenched his hand into a fist unconsciously, and then slowly released it, and said softly: "I will do it, I will stop here today, you are very tired, let's leave the court."
After the words fell, he got up from the dragon chair and strode away.
The sound of the court retreat suppressed the emperor's leaving body, and made the courtiers a little at a loss. They were startled for a while, whispering and leaving, and what they said was nothing more than the right minister's gossip that he might not escape death.
Song Rong stood where he was, the phrase "choose a date to ask to kill" seemed to be still in his ears, which made his chest so heavy that he couldn't help but want to rush forward to speak, but he knew it was not the time yet.
Perhaps Hubu Shangshu just asked inadvertently, but suddenly lit a heart lamp for him.
Although the Prime Minister's Mansion is very expensive, it is just an empty shelf. The place where the treasures should be hidden should be empty, and a large amount of money must have been embezzled elsewhere.
He didn't believe that Lu Li really had a spendthrift temperament, as long as he continued to investigate, he would definitely find something.
Just - gotta be fast...
The gloomyness hidden in the young emperor's eyes made even the battle-tested generals tremble with fear. Song Rong lowered his eyes, repeatedly calculating where he could start, but suddenly heard someone calling him.
Xunsheng raised his head, only to realize that the people in the court hall had already left in a hurry. Lu Li was looking at him with a calm expression, but his pale cheeks flushed weakly at some point.
He has a fever!
A nervous thought suddenly rose in his heart, Song Rong didn't have time to think about it, and strode over to hold him firmly before the body fell down.
Lu Li has an extremely proud personality, and she will never easily show her weakness in front of others. She tried her best to support her for a long time, but she was afraid that she would no longer be able to continue.
The tall figure obscured the rest of the line of sight without a trace, feeling the weight quickly pressed up between the arms, Song Rong's eyes were astringent, helped him to stand firm again, and lowered his head to meet the sharp and indifferent eyes that were wiped out by weakness , My heart trembled suddenly.
He knew very well that Lu Li's original intention was never to show weakness to him, but those black ink eyes that had become crystal clear due to the high fever still made it impossible for him to just stand aside and watch without doing anything.
Watch him brace, watch him fall, watch him die.
The crowd had dispersed, and only the silent guard of the imperial guard remained in the empty hall. Song Rong took a deep breath, and stretched out his arms to hug him, but Lu Li suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Those eyes were offended and sullen, staring at him silently, but because of the high fever and weakness, they did not show the slightest deterrence, only the breathtaking——
The thought was stopped suddenly, as if thinking about it any longer would be a frivolous insult to this beautiful body.
Su Shishi didn't know his situation at this time, and his mind was still on the prison disaster he had won so hard.
The little emperor still saved face for him and didn't ask the guards in the hall to drag him down. Compared with the treatment he was almost stuffed into a prison cart and paraded through the streets yesterday, the treatment was much better after all.
To go to prison is to have a decree. If the other party snatches an imperial decree, he will get another one sooner or later.
Handing back the hand stove that had cooled down, Su Shi thanked him in a low voice, turned around and was about to call the Yulin guards who were waiting on the side to take him into the dungeon, when he suddenly heard a soft confession from behind.
Before he could react, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his neck. Su Shi turned around in astonishment, his eyes had not yet aroused anger, and his vision had quickly darkened.
Song Rong withdrew the arm that knocked him unconscious, and firmly embraced Lu Li's limp body, with an apologetic expression in his eyes, and with his arms stretched across, he could almost feel the heat of that body through his clothes.
Since Song Zhilan didn't dare to look at it, he sent him to the young emperor.
Meeting the astonished stares of the imperial guards, the regent's expression was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Prime Minister is seriously ill. Can you please treat him or her with the imperial physician first, and then enter the prison after the condition stabilizes?"
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Gong: Transcribe the imperial decree, follow these pots, and remove them one by one. (/≧-≦)/
#He actually murdered me#
#Also hit me#
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