Watching helplessly as the regent raised his hand to knock the man unconscious, he turned his head and claimed that Prime Minister You was seriously ill. The guards of the imperial forest looked at each other, but they still didn't dare to delay. They hurriedly responded and went out to find someone, and arranged Lu Li in a secluded place nearby. side hall.
The imperial physician arrived in a hurry, examined the pulse carefully, and his expression became more serious.
According to the situation at the time, even if Song Rong didn't do anything, Lu Li would have persisted for a long time.
The tragic injuries all over his body were barely bandaged, and he hadn't had time to heal at all. The black robes were not visible, but the blood color had already soaked through the clothes, and his body was chilled by the cold wind.
The wind and cold invaded the body, combined with injury and frost, and the body that had already been exhausted collapsed, and the disease swept over violently.
Even in a coma, Lu Li was still restrained and forbearing.
The scorching heat of the body can be felt through the clothes, rumbling and rough panting sounds can be heard from the chest, but the bloodless lips are getting tighter and tighter, as if still instinctively resisting even the slightest weak moan.
Ice handkerchiefs were handed up one by one, and the boiled medicine was carefully poured down with his lips and teeth opened. The imperial physician who was in charge of feeding the medicine was a little impatient. With a shake of his hand, Lu Li was choked up and coughed, which affected his injuries. Finally, a faint pain appeared on his handsome face uncontrollably.
Holding the still hot body in his arms, Song Rong couldn't breathe due to the pain in his heart, so he could only carefully avoid the wound and gently pat his back for him.
Suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the house.
Song Rong didn't look back, still carefully protecting the person in his arms, staring at the imperial doctor as he fed the whole bowl of medicine, and gently wiped away the little medicine juice left on the corners of his lips.
The visitor hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally stepped in, his voice hoarse: "Is he okay?"
"Your Majesty, his blood was almost drained last night."
Helping Lu Li to lean against the cushioned soft pillow, Song Rong got up, with a calm tone, took the brocade quilt that was prepared at the side, and carefully covered the body that was shivering slightly due to the high fever.
The imperial doctors knelt down in fear, Song Zhilan was silent for a while, and finally walked over, his eyes fell on the handsome face that was still unconscious.
The delicate eyebrows and eyes no longer carry the indifference and arrogance of being thousands of miles away from others, and even because of the high fever and weakness, there is a vague warmth and peace that has not been seen for a long time, overlapping with the shadow deep in the memory.
Song Zhilan took a step forward in a daze, wanting to touch the man's hand that was powerlessly dropped to the side of the couch, but suddenly retracted as if awakened.
The illusion is instantly shattered, and everything returns to reality.
He took a few steps back, his eyes were intertwined with extremely complicated lights, he turned around suddenly, and strode out the door.
"emperor!"
Song Rong quickly chased after him, seeing the bright yellow figure standing silently in front of him, an inexplicable chill suddenly spread from the bottom of his heart.
"Uncle, what do you want me to see?"
The young emperor's voice was cold, still standing with his back to him, his tone was sudden and fierce, and even vaguely sharp: "Are you telling me to see how many injuries he suffered in order to save me? Or do you want to show me the letter from him?" The imperial edict that I keep close to my body all the time, I want to tell me that he has always been doing it for my own good, is he deliberately training and cultivating me? Did I say that I want him to cultivate like this?!"
Song Rong's face changed slightly, his footsteps slowed down, and gradually stopped in place.
"The emperor's uncle has been fighting abroad all year round, so he knows too little."
Huo Ran turned around and looked at him, Song Zhilan's tone calmed down again, but his eyes showed a coldness that was almost mocking.
"He didn't even let me see my father. The gifts my father gave me and the ancient books and rare books I picked out can only be sent by eunuchs... What is the balance of power, what is behind the scenes, he is nothing more than an arrogant A traitor and a sycophant, he gets carried away when he gains power for a while."
"The late emperor—"
An inexplicable premonition arose in his heart, Song Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Song Zhilan in a low voice.
"The emperor wants to protect him, well, I can not put him in jail for the time being, but the death penalty is unavoidable - the emperor has heard all about his crimes. Regardless of personal affairs, Lu Li has already been accused by everyone. The court The above crimes have been convicted, the king has no jokes, I have only just ascended the throne, and I dare not be a foolish king who turns back on me."
Facing Song Rong's stunned eyes that looked at him like some kind of monster, Song Zhilan felt more and more absurdly bitter self-mockery in his heart, chuckled, turned and left, his tone became more and more cold.
"Since Uncle Huang wants to be with Prime Minister Right so much, he should stay here forever..."
Song Rong's expression was stunned, and he took a step forward, and the weapon was unsheathed with a clang, and the guards of the imperial forest had already blocked his way in silence.
He and Lu Li were actually left in this quiet and cold side hall.
"emperor-"
Feeling vaguely that the other party must have misunderstood something extremely important, Song Rong pushed aside his weapon and hurried forward, but was stopped by the leader of the Imperial Forest Guard with a sword: "Your order is hard to break, and I ask the regent to make it easier."
"Song Zhilan!"
Unable to suppress his anger at last, Song Rong grabbed the sharp edge of the sword lying in front of him, his gaze fell on the young emperor who stopped suddenly because his name was called.
"If you are ruthless now, aren't you afraid that you will regret it in the future?"
With a sudden tremor, Song Zhilan slowly straightened his body, his back was already as sharp as a sharp sword that hurt others and himself.
"It's all done, there's nothing to regret..."
As if desperately wanting to escape from something, the young emperor hurried away without looking back.
The imperial guards faithfully carried out the emperor's order, and the fortified garrison surrounded the side hall in a blink of an eye.
Song Zhilan stood at the entrance of the hall for a while, his violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, but the fundus of his eyes had completely dimmed inch by inch, and he turned around dejectedly, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Lu Li woke up at some point, leaning against the edge of the door and looking over, and didn't know how much she had watched this farce.
Just taking advantage of the other party's unpreparedness to knock him unconscious, Song Rong panicked and lost the fierce aura he had when facing the young emperor. Walking over apprehensively, ready to face Lu Li's questioning and condemnation, he raised his head to meet those clear eyes, but his heart skipped a beat.
In those eyes, there was an extremely clear and shallow smile.
Although it was only fleeting, it still seemed to cast a ray of bright light into the dim side hall. The figure in front of him overlapped with the boy who straddled the horse and paraded the street thirteen years ago.
"Right phase—"
His eyes hurriedly dodged, and suddenly he forgot the anger and regret just now, and the absurd situation in front of him, and only the bright smile remained in his eyes and heart.
The majestic Prince Regent was so cramped that he was almost at the same arm and foot, as if he had instantly turned back to the jerky and naive boy back then. The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and he said in a low voice: "What is the right man laughing at..."
"Unexpectedly, the majestic uncle, the regent, would go his own way and mess around to the point of being placed under house arrest by the emperor."
Lu Li spoke slowly, her voice was still hoarse and weak with a high fever, but the meaning of her words was clearly cheerful.
Dumb for a while, Song Rong shook his head and chuckled, walked over quickly, tentatively reached out to him: "I didn't expect that the right minister would even gloat..."
"Not only will he take pleasure in other's misfortune, but he will also be quite good at holding grudges. The prince's slap on my hand, Lu Li can still credit it to the account."
Seeing that the other party was put under house arrest instead of overthrowing the pot, Su Shi felt physically and mentally at ease, so he no longer refused his support, and let him walk to the couch with his support.
The imperial physicians have all dispersed, and there is no one else in the room. Song Rong's eyes were filled with the slight smile in those clear pupils, and his heart was soaked with warmth. He almost lost his mind to listen to what he said, and just nodded in agreement: "Okay, the right minister keeps his account, come back to me discuss."
There was a slight surprise in those eyes, and then the smile became stronger, almost softening the brows and eyes.
Song Rong was staring at him, his breathing was slightly stagnant, his eyes lingered on that handsome face, and he couldn't bear to look away for a moment.
Sitting back on the couch again, exhaustion enveloped the whole body again.
Su Shi suppressed the smile in his eyes, leaned on the edge of the couch and sat down, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he couldn't help coughing twice.
Just being supported and leaning back on the couch has already brought a lot of burden to the body. Painkillers can ease the pain, but not the debilitating discomfort that follows.
Closing his eyes tiredly, he wanted to lie down again, but found that the hand holding him was still not relaxed.
Su Shi frowned slightly, and looked over with a little doubt. Song Rong froze, and quickly let go of his hands and stepped back: "I offended the Prime Minister..."
"I'm no longer the right minister, the prince doesn't need to be called that."
Su Shi responded calmly, looked at the other party's increasingly helpless gaze, after a long silence, finally softened, and said slowly: "Qing Guang."
"what?"
Song Rong looked up in a daze, obviously unable to react.
Su Shi was helpless, so he simply took his palm and wrote the two words with a pen: "Qingguang, the word started by Guanshi's father, means 'biyu glazed color, ten thousand hectares of clear light', but it has not been used for many years. Someone called."
It was a hand that obviously belonged to a scholar, with only a thin callus on the fingertips that had been holding pens all year round. It passed coolly across the warm and generous palm, making the Regent, who was used to holding the knife handle and the rein, breathe slightly, and subconsciously followed. Call out: "Qingguang..."
Lu Li's eyes fell on him, as if this title had brought back some very long memories, she nodded slightly for a moment, then closed her eyes slightly as if extremely tired, and lay down without saying a word.
The other party has been standing in the court hall for so long, and is suffering from a high fever, so it is inevitable that he will be weak and tired now. Song Rong covered him with a brocade quilt carefully, carefully smoothed the corners of the quilt, put it down gently while holding the arm, and said softly: "Qingguang has a long history of family studies, do you also like reading on weekdays?"
"Just look through it in your free time."
Su Shi didn't feel much sleepiness, but felt tired and lazy, and simply let the other party be unfamiliar but tormented himself with his own hands, and lowered his eyes and responded quietly.
The continuous high fever made his throat a little dry, and he couldn't help coughing twice. Song Rong had already brought over the clear water that was drying on the side, and naturally wrapped his arms around his shoulders and neck, and lightly pressed the edge of the bowl to his lips. side.
Seeing Lu Li's seemingly unmoved reaction, Song Rong's face was calm, but his heart couldn't help but jump violently.
This morning he went over to look, and seeing that Lu Li hadn't moved at all from last night's meal, he remembered that the other party's wrists might hurt so badly that he couldn't hold the chopsticks at all, and couldn't help feeling annoyed at his carelessness for a long time.
He has rehearsed this kind of action hundreds of times in his mind, and he only hopes that the other party will not feel humiliated because of it, and that he can drink some water and eat something so that his body will improve.
After a moment of stalemate, Lu Li finally thanked him softly, lowered his head slightly, and took two sips of water with his hand,
Song Rong's eyes were slightly bright, and he helped him lean back carefully, his arms were slowly pulled away, but the stubborn high fever from that body still seemed to remain on his skin.
He felt a little unbearable in his heart, but he still forced himself to be ruthless, squatting halfway in front of the couch, and met those pure glass-like pupils: ""Ming Jun Jian", will Qing Guang read it when he is free?"
Su Shi's eyes suddenly froze, and the chill instantly pierced through the rare soft water color under a high fever, and he slashed towards the regent in front of him like electricity.
Song Rong remained motionless, still raised his head, his eyes were piercing like a midnight, and he met him steadily, without the slightest bit of awkwardness just now.
"The Prince Regent—too much to ask."
The voice became colder, and the indifference in those eyes reappeared, and all the previous efforts seemed to be ruined in an instant.
Song Rong still didn't dare to retreat.
In fact, he doesn't like reading, except for the art of war, he knows very few titles. But this book, he knows better than others what it means.
"Ming Jun Jian" is an emperor's book, written by the founding monarch of the Xuan Dynasty. What is written in it is the policy of governing the country, and it talks about the way of the emperor. Except for the prince, even the other princes can't even read it for a while.
That day in the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he saw this book, and it seemed that he had read it from time to time and made detailed notes, but he didn't think much about it - after all, the oracle said that Lu Li had a heart of disobedience, and a person who wanted to rebel The courtier held this book in his hand, it was perfectly normal.
But it wasn't until today when he personally attended the court meeting and heard the accusations and accusations made by the ministers against Lu Li that he suddenly realized a fact that could not be ignored but no one mentioned it.
Lu Li was able to force the palace with a sword, he could slay noble concubines in front of the late emperor, and easily wiped out Zuo Xiang's entire family with a single gesture.
If he wanted to rebel, he should have rebelled long ago.
"You don't want to seek rebellion, you never thought about it, you never wanted to sit in that seat from the beginning..."
His voice was unrecognizably hoarse, Song Rong spoke with difficulty, met those icy eyes, and knelt down to him on one knee: "Master Right, you are educating the emperor, right?"
A trace of coldness flashed in those eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Li had already clasped Song Rong's throat with one hand, and as long as he exerted force, he could take his life.
Song Rong remained motionless, his eyes fixed on him.
"You didn't allow the emperor to see the late emperor because the late emperor had no intention of nurturing the prince. All the gifts, those books, and those encouragements were sent to the prince by you in the name of the late emperor, so that he always thought —He has a gentle and kind father..."
His chest couldn't stop heaving violently, and the sharp and cold light in those eyes fell on the bottom of his eyes, but he couldn't arouse half of his heart to confront him, only a deep sense of regret.
Song Rong couldn't help but hold his hand, which was weak and powerless. It was obviously a very threatening gesture, but because of his injuries, he couldn't even use his strength at all.
Those hands couldn't even hold the chopsticks. Even though this seemingly thin body still contained powerful strength, it could no longer pose the slightest threat to him.
Raising his hand to caress Lu Li's forehead that was faintly sweating, Song Rong's voice became hoarse, almost trembling slightly unbearably.
"Qingguang, you...why did you do this?"
Lu Li's hand trembled, and finally completely let go of his strength. His long eyelashes were lowered, and that hand fell into Song Rong's palm as if it had lost its strength.
When the unsheathed sharp blade-like aura dissipated, Song Rong realized that the other party was trembling slightly uncontrollably. The forceful explosion just now obviously exceeded the limit of this body, and the backlash had already hit violently.
Song Rong was able to withstand the immense coercion of the right minister and Lu Li's murderous eyes, but he couldn't see the stubborn posture of the other party who was so weak that he was almost trembling, but still desperately holding his breath.
So the last bit of persistence was lost, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect the body that was unable to cope with the swaying body into his arms, and said anxiously in a hoarse voice: "Relax, clear light, relax—I won't ask, don't you In this way, don't push yourself any more... "
"My lord, a traitor is also a human being with a heart, and there will be times when he is inattentive and soft-hearted."
The body fell into the embrace, and the still hot forehead was weakly pressed against the neck, and the hoarse breath sounded lightly beside the ear, revealing a bit of cold self-mockery.
"I was just careless for a while, thinking that I could control the prince, but I didn't want to raise a tiger to make trouble... I just suffered on my own. I lost to the little kindness I had at the beginning, but I didn't lose wrongly. As long as the prince knows it in his heart, there is no need to call the emperor. I know, no matter how bad Lu Li is, he won't be able to rely on his mercy and forgiveness to survive."
Song Rong couldn't bear to ask him any more, just nodded lightly, holding his nearly collapsed body in his arms, his warm palms slowly passed over, carefully calming down the faint tremors in his lower back and limbs.
"Understood. Qingguang, go to sleep for a while, I will watch over you..."
"It's as if the prince is not guarding me, there is still a place to go."
Perhaps because of being pressed by the warm touch, the person in his arms rarely resisted, but still murmured unwillingly to admit defeat.
Song Rong was dumb, and could hardly bear the bitter smile on his lips, and lowered his eyes helplessly, but those extremely tired eyes were slowly closed, and the black eyelashes were drooping down, covering the clear and cold light in his eyes.
Although the fever was still high, the trembling that almost caused convulsions finally calmed down. Song Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully helped the comatose man lie on the couch, and covered him with the brocade quilt.
After all, the side hall was gloomy and cold, and Lu Li had a persistent high fever. Not long after he fell asleep, his body curled up instinctively due to the cold.
Song Rong frowned, got up and walked out of the palace gate, before he could open his mouth, the headed guards of the Imperial Forest came up to him with a face full of embarrassment.
"My lord, the emperor has decreed that the expenses of the side hall are only allocated according to the sky prison, except for the three meals of the regent who remain unchanged, the rest should not be accommodated..."
"He said it himself?"
I didn't expect Song Zhilan to be able to do this. Thinking of the person who was still asleep, Song Rong suppressed his anger and his voice became lower and lower: "According to this, the right minister is seriously injured and has a high fever, so he doesn't plan to take care of it anymore. yes?"
Yu Linwei also couldn't bear it, his face struggled, he lowered his head and remained silent.
Thinking of the inside story that I just smashed through, fierce anger suddenly burned from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably, accumulated in the body, burned all internal organs, and gradually extinguished into cold embers.
Song Rong stood there indifferently for a while, then looked up at the guard at the door: "With your skills, can you stop me?"
"My lord, you can't! There are still people in Lu Xiang's family, and their lives are at the mercy of the emperor."
Yu Linwei suddenly knelt down on one knee, and continued in a rage: "The emperor said: the crime of being implicated has not yet been decided, if the prince breaks in without authorization, the one who will be killed this time is not Lu Xiang alone, but the entire Lu family." More than a hundred mouths…”
Song Rong's eyes suddenly went dark, and there was almost a bit of sweet smell in his throat. He took a step back and stood firm, and his eyes showed some sad sarcasm and coldness.
It is indeed the way of the emperor.
Song Zhilan had no idea that he was using what Lu Li painstakingly taught him day after day to drive Lu Li to a dead end step by step.
As the sun faded, the light in Song Zhilan's eyes also gradually dimmed. He stood still for a while, then turned around with his sleeves brushed and strode back into the hall.
Behind him, the imperial guards were still kneeling, casting a silent silhouette in the setting sun.
A game of death.
Song Rong, who had returned to the couch, was almost unable to hold himself any longer. He staggered and knelt down in front of the couch, looking at Lu Li's handsome face that was faintly showing pain in his sleep, his chest seemed to be twisted horizontally, and his eyes turned black from suffocation. .
Song Zhilan will regret it sooner or later, he has never been so sure about one thing as he is now.
But no one can guarantee that this regret will come in time before a big mistake is made, or after everything is irreparable.
If it's the latter, if it's the latter...
Intense fear spread silently, Song Rong couldn't help but hold that pale and cold hand, the scalding heat stuck in his throat, making him shiver uncontrollably.
The fingers gathered in the palm flicked lightly, and the gentle force woke him up suddenly, and hurriedly met the pair of glazed black pupils that slowly opened.
"It's just a little bit of hardship, the prince can't stand it?"
As if everything was under safe control, the misty fog that had just woken up dissipated, and the eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, but showed a faint smile again: "I sat in the lobby of the Xiangfu for two days, and I have no food. Eat, I didn't cry like the prince..."
A dumb chuckle leaked out from the chest that was almost numb from the pain, spreading out in a trance and soreness.
Song Rong tried his best to raise the corners of his lips, raised his hand to hastily wiped the cold side of his cheeks, and made himself smile a little: "I'm telling Qing Guang to laugh."
Seeing that his mood had calmed down a little, and he no longer turned around to pinch the little emperor and let go of himself immediately, Su Shi was finally relieved, shook that hand comfortingly, and closed his eyes again.
The temperature at night was getting lower and lower, and the weakness and cold still lingered, and his body couldn't help curling up a little more.
Song Rong's heart moved slightly, and suddenly he confessed in a low voice, undressed and stepped on the bed, stretched out his long arms and pulled him into his arms, wrapping him tightly in the heavy court clothes.
The warm touch passed through his chest, causing Su Shi to tremble instinctively. He couldn't help but open his eyes to confirm the other party's true identity, but was covered by a hand in front of his eyes: "Qing Guang, don't open your eyes..."
The bodies were fitted together through the thin cloth, and that person was finally embraced in a true and thorough embrace. The faint fragrance of ink permeated the tip of his nose, his arms were securely wrapped around his back, and the curled up body gradually relaxed under the comfort of warmth.
He even couldn't help but want to deceive himself with this, as long as he didn't meet the indifference and coldness in the eyes of the other party because of such an offense, then he would become a real bed-sharing between them.
Lu Li's shadow had been in his heart for thirteen years.
"It's going to be cold at night, so it's better. We—we're in the Army, and we do that when the winter nights get really cold..."
He hesitated to say the excuse that he had thought up long ago, Song Rong panicked so much that he could only comfort himself silently. After all, the other party had never had the experience of raising troops to go to war, so he might believe such an excuse—
Suddenly there was a very light laughter in his arms, which made him almost think that he was hallucinating, he held his breath, and carefully lowered his gaze,
The man had already relaxed, closed his eyes and leaned against his chest, breathing long and steadily, and fell asleep at some point.
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