As soon as Song Rong was stuffed in, the people outside had already opened the door and entered.
The bone-piercing cold wind rushed in along with the thin black figure, and the chill instantly enveloped the whole body. Su Shi tried his best to suppress the surging blood in his chest, but he still couldn't help coughing.
The visitor looked cold and determined, with a cold sharp blade in his hand, his sharp eyes swept over him, and he strode over.
"stop!"
"Lu Xiang be careful—"
The imperial guards rushed to the scene, and when they saw this, they tried to save people regardless of their body, but Su Shiqing stopped him.
"You don't need to be nervous, this person is my old friend, he just came to talk to me."
Su Shi stood up, bowed his hands slightly to the guards outside the door, and said in a calm and indifferent tone, "He has come from a long way, please be a little more accommodating."
The person who came was extremely skillful, Yu Linwei was not an opponent at all, he had already injured several people in the first encounter, even if he was not accommodating, he couldn't stop the opponent from rushing in like this.
Seeing Su Shi's expression was calm, the man just stood aside indifferently, with no intention of hurting him, and the imperial guards felt a little more at ease, but they couldn't drive him away by force, so they had to take advantage of the situation and closed the door to leave. down.
The room became quiet again, Su Shi looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, couldn't help feeling a little headache, and sighed very softly.
The man in black still had a cold look on his face, his eyes fell on him, and suddenly he strode over, grabbed Su Shi's sleeve, and was about to take him away.
"Blood!"
Su Shi had an old injury on his leg, and he almost fell to the ground by him. Taking a deep breath to circulate the internal force, he forcibly stabilized his figure, and called out his name
The man in black paused slightly, then turned to look at him: "Come with me, they are going to kill you."
"Lixue, let me go first."
Now he can't move around freely at all. With the previous lessons learned, Su Shi reduced the amount of painkillers, and the excruciating pain in his knees came up vaguely, causing a little cold sweat to ooze from his forehead, and his figure was already on the verge of collapse.
Noticing his strangeness, Lixue finally let go of his hand, watching him slump back down with exhaustion: "Did they torture you?"
"No, it's just an old wound."
Su Shi took a deep breath, raised his hand to support his forehead, endured a burst of intense dizziness, and quickly thought about countermeasures.
The other party is a very special character. When Lu Li used to secretly take care of the court under the guise of a treacherous sycophant, she was once assassinated by Li Xue. At that time, although Lu Li's skills were not as good as his, but with a sword in front of him, he was calm and calm, and calmly confessed the thoughts in his heart, which actually moved the knight-errant who was originally determined to punish evil and eradicate adultery.
After learning of his real difficulties, Lixue volunteered to be a retainer of the Prime Minister's mansion, and was dispatched by him to travel around, secretly protecting those officials who were relegated, and beheaded countless assassins sent by the left prime minister under his sword.
If the original direction had been followed, by the time Lixue came back, he would have already been thrown into the dungeon. It is heavily guarded, no matter how skilled one is, it is absolutely impossible to break into it alone. With a blood-soaked temperament, he will definitely take a risk, and the ending is bound to be bad or bad.
Now it seems that the other party is no longer in danger of life, but his plan is getting more and more in jeopardy.
Song Rong guessed that he was taking care of the army's rations, and Li Xue knew that he was secretly supporting the relegated courtiers. Neither of them could be appeased. Lu Li's painstaking planning might be completely revealed to the public.
dilemma.
"What's the matter with you, are you feeling bad?"
Seeing his obvious weakness, Li Xue's eyes suddenly showed a little anxiety. He walked back and forth a few steps, took out a few bottles of wound medicine and stuffed it to him: "I didn't bring any good medicine, bear with me, I will bring some medicine first." You go out and heal your wounds—”
"Let blood, listen to me."
Su Shi pressed his arm, took a deep breath, and calmed down his tone patiently: "I told you when you came to assassinate me. Lu Li's path was originally a way to seek death, so you don't need to kill me." Me, I will kill myself sooner or later, do you remember?"
Li Xue's movements were slightly stagnant, and he looked at him in a daze, with a bewildered expression, as if he failed to understand his words smoothly for the first time.
"The things I asked you to do for me seem to be good things, so you are willing to help me. But you should also know that my crimes are also true. To this day, I just deserve what I deserve. "
Meeting his gaze, Su Shi took a deep breath, and continued patiently: "You are loyal, and you took the risk to rescue him today. Lu Li feels deeply in his heart, but he can't go with you."
"But-"
Li Xue opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, but he had no way to refute, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "But you are going to die tonight, do you know that?"
Su Shi's heart skipped a beat suddenly.
He is naturally not afraid of death, and even vaguely looking forward to the arrival of that end—but it shouldn't be now.
At least he can't die now.
The date of Song Zhilan's enthronement ceremony has not yet been fixed, and the last wish of the original body has not yet been fulfilled. Lu Li has never had the opportunity to be really unrestrained and unrestrained in her life, and this is already the only almost willful wish.
He just wanted to watch him take care of the grown-up children under the shadow of a fatuous king, and to watch Song Zhilan ascend the throne with dignity, that's all.
"I came from the palace. I was still thinking, since the little emperor insisted on killing you, he must be a tyrant, why don't I kill him first—but then I thought of you, if I did this, you must not would be happy."
Li Xue looked at him, took out a light blue jade bottle from his bosom, and put it in his hand.
"When I went, a group of old officials surrounded the little emperor and were discussing what to do with you. They said that the emperor personally ordered the beheading of the courtiers as soon as he took the throne. Huangwei, without appearing too cold-blooded, is chilling."
The jade bottle is not big, and the tentacles are cool.
Su Shi's eyes fell, his fingertips lightly touched the jade streamer, and his voice was calm and even a little gentle: "He also agreed?"
"He didn't say no, so those people called a eunuch directly to bring this to you."
Standing in the shadows with the sun behind him, the voice of bleeding came hard: "I was so angry, but I was afraid of spoiling your business, so I didn't touch those old guys, just beat that eunuch to death. I don't know what to do with it, so I have to bring it to you."
The heart that had been infinitely cold was faintly warm, and Su Shi couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and smiled helplessly: "I see, thank you."
His expression has completely returned to peace, and he can no longer see the moment of wavering when he first heard the death date.
Li Xue raised his head to look at him again, his eyes seemed to have softened, but as long as he met them, he could clearly see the undeniable coldness and firmness beneath the gentleness.
Lu Li will not go with him.
"I know, you are going to die sooner or later, you told me from the first day..."
Li Xue finally lowered his head, and his voice became hoarse: "I just can't figure it out. You obviously saved so many people. Those courtiers who were banished would not have survived without you. But they don't know anything. , but they are scolding you, and even want to kill you, so you are not sad at all?"
Su Shi was slightly startled, his eyes fell on the delicate jade bottle again, and he turned it lightly in the palm of his hand, his brows and eyes flashed a light arc of relief.
"If they hate Lu Li alone, as long as Lu Li dies, their resentment can be eliminated, and they can still believe in the court, the emperor, and believe that if they are loyal and sincere, they can create a prosperous world. where?"
Staring blankly at the person in front of him, Lexue was silent for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh, opened the window and jumped lightly, and disappeared outside the hall in an instant.
Seeing his figure leave completely, Su Shi gradually relaxed, holding the jade bottle in his palm again, and was in a trance, but suddenly the jade bottle was snatched away by the other hand involuntarily.
Almost forgetting that there was a king regent who was stuffed under the bed by him, Su Shi raised his eyes in surprise, and met Song Rong's piercing eyes that were as deep as a cold abyss.
His chest was so hot that he was almost speechless, Song Rong's eyes were painful and angry, and he was holding the jade bottle tightly, so hard that he wanted to crush it directly.
He knew that Song Zhilan had been running away, but he didn't expect to run away to this extent. He even wanted to put Lu Li's life in the hands of a group of short-sighted and ungrateful so-called loyal ministers, and asked an eunuch to bring in the bottle of medicine, so that Lu Li would die silently in this side hall.
"If I'm not here..."
Song Rong said hoarsely, his voice almost dripping with bloody sweetness: "If I hadn't intervened, would he have sent this thing to the sky prison, and then told the whole world that Lu Li knew that he had committed a serious crime and was afraid of it? Suicide in the prison?"
Lu Li's temperament is extremely arrogant, she would rather bear the infamy, would rather be punished and beheaded, and always refuses to show her weakness to others, and disdains even half a sentence of self-defense.
Those people would think of such a humiliating method, and Song Zhilan was so cruel that he would indulge and acquiesce.
The pain of knowing the ending but being powerless was finally engulfed by violent rage, breaking through his self-control violently, and blood spread in his eyes.
"My lord."
Holding his wrist steadily with one hand, he took the jade bottle back lightly.
The slightly cool body temperature pressed against his hot skin, and his still clear eyes met his gaze, easily extinguishing the raging anger burning in his eyes.
"The emperor didn't really think about it that much, he just wanted to hate me too much."
Su Shi spoke softly, with a look of helplessness close to a sigh in his eyes.
It's not surprising that Song Zhilan hated him. In that little emperor's heart, Lu Li was almost all the shadows of his youth - all the pain, all the anger, all the struggles, as if as long as Lu Li was completely destroyed, he could completely get rid of those humiliating and resentful memories.
But he really can't die yet.
The wish has not been fulfilled, and the time of death has not yet arrived.
The plot and the mission already conflicted with each other. If he died immediately, the misunderstanding value would undoubtedly still be there, but the mission could not be completed. If he continues to live, every day he lives, the truth that has been hidden is at stake.
Something has to be done.
The red cloth that was plugging the jade bottle was pulled out lightly, and a blood-colored pill fell into the palm of the hand, emitting a faint bitter medicinal fragrance.
Song Rong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Putting the machine..."
For thousands of years, kings have used it to kill close officials and concubines. After taking it, people will convulse due to severe pain, and die with their head and feet rickety, like pulling a machine, so it is named after it.
His breathing became more and more rapid, and he raised his hand to snatch it. Su Shi just retracted his palm lightly and turned it over, then hid the pill in his palm, avoiding his movements.
"Clear light!"
Song Rong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and tried to snatch the lead machine away, but he was suddenly grabbed by the arm during the tug, and fell forward unsteadily.
That hand embraced his back and pulled him closer again, and the clear voice fell on his ears: "After I die, remember to take me back..."
Song Rong trembled suddenly, and raised his head in disbelief, but suddenly Lu Li raised his hand and slapped him down hard on the back of the neck.
Supporting his strong body that was powerless to fall down with one hand, Su Shi raised his gaze, and calmly landed outside the door that had been quietly pushed open at some point.
The guard of the imperial guard lowered his head and walked in quickly, helped Song Rong to the side room and settled it properly. The figures at the door became sparse, and the bright yellow figure fell into his eyes without any obstruction.
Su Shi calmly raised his gaze, meeting the complex eyes of the young emperor.
"You are quite decisive in killing and attacking. Uncle Huang protects Prime Minister You like that, and even said he would do it right away."
Having been seen by him, Song Zhilan stopped avoiding and walked in slowly. The voice, which had not yet changed completely, sank severely, showing a slight hoarseness.
Seeing that the little emperor still lacked some fiery attitude, Su Shi smiled and said softly, "According to the past, if the regent clashes with the emperor again because of me, he will be dead if he is not sure." What happened to Yuzuzo..."
"nonsense!"
His eyes shrank suddenly, Song Zhilan interrupted him sharply, as if to prove something, he gritted his teeth and continued to say coldly: "I just don't want to see the emperor protecting you, as long as you die, I will never make things difficult for the emperor again." One cent!"
"it is good."
Su Shi pulled the corners of his lips lightly, but his tone softened, but what he said made Song Zhilan's chest inexplicably cold.
He didn't know why Lu Li agreed so happily. It was obvious that the man wished to oppose him in everything. He was seriously injured and dying, but he refused to show weakness to him, and he refused to bow his head to him even if he was criticized by others.
But this time, when he finally forced himself to reveal his killing intent, Lu Li agreed.
Unexpected uneasiness made him inexplicably angry, angry at his own weakness and uncertainty, and also angry at the arrogance and calmness of that person who seemed to want to play him in the palm of his hand.
Song Zhilan finally couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and grabbed the man by the neck, his voice was infinitely chilling: "I want you to die, and you agree?"
Su Shi was still sitting on the couch, letting him tug, and raised his eyes calmly: "Life and death are fine, I have one thing to ask Your Majesty."
His tone was ordinary, but Song Zhilan seemed to have been burned suddenly, let go of his hand and stepped back a few steps, looking at him in astonishment.
Lu Li is begging him.
Besieged by heavy soldiers, ransacked his home and persecuted him, and the court judged his crimes, that person never showed weakness, let alone asked for a word.
It was as if some shady hidden wish had finally been fulfilled, but he didn't feel joyful at all, instead his chest was so stagnant that he couldn't breathe, and his voice almost trembled: "You ask me? What do you ask me for?"
"The emperor is merciful, let the quasi-subject live until the day of the enthronement ceremony."
The person on the couch lowered his eyes, still not in a very respectful gesture, but at least his tone softened, and he continued quietly: "After that day, the emperor will be the one to kill or cut to pieces, and the ministers will have no part in it." blame-"
"The Prime Minister is disappointed."
His words were suddenly interrupted coldly, and Song Zhilan's eyes became infinitely colder, and there was even a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.
"I have made an oath that I will never behead a traitor, and I will never ascend the throne."
No wonder Lu Li always had such a confident look, no wonder no matter how far he was forced, the other party seemed unmoved, so it was this idea.
Song Zhilan approached him with a sneer, raised his hand to lift Lu Li's chin, and his eyes fell on that delicate face.
"You still remember, right? Ten years ago, I made an agreement with you that on the day I ascend the throne, I want you to crown me with your own hands, recite the imperial edict for me, and watch me ascend the sacrificial ceremony." The altar of heaven..."
Blood was already dripping from his eyes, but the corners of his lips became colder and colder: "To this day, do you still think you can go back to that time?"
It turned out to be such a thing.
No wonder the original body always had this obsession, it turned out that there was such an agreement.
Su Shi finally understood, turned his head to avoid the impolite persecution of the young emperor, raised his eyebrows helplessly and sneered: "The emperor is right, so forget it."
After a moment of silence, he said in a slow voice: "Your Majesty—can you put on the auspicious clothes and ask the minister to take a look?"
The indifference and arrogance was finally gone from his voice, and there was even some familiar gentleness in his voice, which made Song Zhilan hold his breath and subconsciously take two steps back.
It's just a ploy to soften people's hearts.
Suppressing the sourness and wavering in his heart, Song Zhilan's expression became ruthless again, and his tone was sneering: "Wearing auspicious clothes, you have to bow three times and nine times. Isn't the right minister never willing to kneel to me?"
After the words fell, the man was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly like connivance, and suddenly pulled up his sleeves and stood up.
Then she knelt down slowly towards him.
The old knee injuries are the most taboo to bow down, but Lu Li didn't seem to notice it, just kowtowed respectfully to him, and her body was meticulously pressed against the cold ground.
He was born with a dazzling elegance, and no matter what he did, he exuded a natural elegance. The dark side hall suddenly became bright and solemn because of his kneeling.
Li Cheng, Lu Li supported the ground and wanted to get up, but fell to his knees again in a flash, and couldn't get up immediately.
His knees hit the ground with a dull sound.
Song Zhilan's hand trembled, and he was almost going to help him, but he clenched it tightly again, and put it behind his back again.
Suddenly he couldn't stay any longer, turned around hastily and was about to leave, but Lu Li's calm and gentle voice sounded from behind him again: "Your Majesty, please live until the day you ascend the throne, and I am willing to absolve you."
The precarious barrier was stubbornly erected, the figure paused at the door, and the voice was still cold and decisive: "I said, I have sworn that I will never ascend the throne unless I get rid of the adulterer."
There was no answer behind him, only a faint sigh came from behind.
Song Zhilan didn't dare to look back, and walked out of the side hall as if fleeing all the way, but his footsteps became slower and slower, and finally hesitantly stopped.
Perhaps—that person really just wanted to take a look.
Maybe he still thinks about himself to some extent in his heart, that's why he protects himself in front of the assassin, and that's why he bows and kowtows to himself three times and nine times as if he is conniving.
It's just a piece of auspicious clothing. The Ministry of Rituals has made it long ago, and the details of the enthronement ceremony have also been drawn up.
Just show him a look, as if it was showing off your victory to the loser, as if it was for the ignorant agreement many years ago.
It's just a glance. A king should be magnanimous. These days, I may be too obsessed, so much so that I am almost obsessed.
Song Zhilan stopped in his tracks, and ordered the servant to go back and fetch the auspicious clothes, and put them on carefully. Xuan Dynasty is respected by black color, the luxurious cloth is layered and laminated with gold thread, and the five-clawed golden dragon circles around to protect it, which completely conceals the last little immaturity of the young emperor, showing a frightening solemnity for no reason.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the unreasonable nervous expectation in his heart, Song Zhilan suddenly turned around and hurried back.
When he saw him wearing a dragon robe, how would that person react
Will he still remain unmoved, or will he chuckle helplessly like before, will he--can also show some relief
Even he didn't know what he was looking forward to. It was as if he had returned to his childhood in a trance. He had just been crowned prince and was given the name Zhilan. Tell that person to see it.
The footsteps became faster and faster, and the heart beat violently, and he pushed open the door forcefully.
His eyes fell on the room, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
There was a sharp buzzing sound beside his ears, his throat was so suffocated that he couldn't make a sound, and the brilliance that had only faintly lit up in his eyes shattered to the ground unexpectedly.
Song Rong woke up at some point, kneeling on the ground, his face hidden in the shadows, holding a curled up body tightly in his arms.
The head and feet are aligned, like pulling a machine.
The author has something to say:
Su Shi: ... I forgot to say not to bury it.
#Can save it#
#Don't bury#
#Don't bury#