"Is this what you want?"
Song Rong spoke softly, his figure frozen in the shadows, as if he had become a cold sculpture.
Lu Li was seriously injured, and the strength of that palm was not too strong. He woke up not long after he fainted, and hurried back, but it was still too late.
He saw the man lying on the ground, his emaciated body convulsing silently in excruciating pain. He knelt down and pulled him into his arms, his clothes were already drenched in cold sweat, his eyes were still open, but they were uncontrollably dizzy due to the torment beyond his will.
Chance is the most poisonous thing in the world, and there is no cure for it. People who are poisoned will only exhaust all their vitality little by little in the endless torment of pain.
He can only watch and can't do anything.
As if aware of his movements, Lu Li clutched his sleeves tightly in pain, her bloodless lips moved weakly, as if she was trying to say something, but she couldn't utter the complete words.
Then, the painful expression on that handsome face gradually calmed down, the twitching of the body became weaker and weaker, the eyes closed quietly at some point, and finally there was some relief between the brows.
His breath weakened, and finally he could no longer detect even a weak air current.
The cold body nestled quietly against his chest, and the infinitely tense body slowly relaxed, so he could no longer find the slightest strength and pulse that belonged to life.
He didn't know whether to be sad or feel relieved that Lu Li was finally free.
So he completely pulled the person into his arms, patiently rubbed away those still stiff muscles, and made the person curl up again as if he was asleep, with his head resting on his chest, as quietly as if the previous painful struggle was just a phantom.
Feeling empty in his heart, unable to touch any emotions, Song Rong leaned over to pick up the person in his arms, and was about to go out the door, but was suddenly grabbed by Song Zhilan's arm tightly.
Song Rong frowned slightly, and his eyes finally fell on him.
The young emperor's eyes were completely red, he was panting quickly, and pulled his arm with all his strength, his voice was so hoarse that he was almost breathless: "Let me see him, he only took the poison because of the imperial doctor. , I can call the imperial doctor, he—"
Before he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly held by Song Rong and pressed against Lu Li's neck.
The skin under his palm was cold and pale, and he couldn't feel the slightest pulse.
Intense fear suddenly grew from the bottom of his heart. Song Zhilan shook his head in a trance, raised his hand to touch Lu Li's cheek, touched his forehead still covered with faint cold sweat, grabbed his powerless hand, and pressed it desperately in the palm of his hand. However, he still couldn't transfer the slightest heat from his body.
"No, it shouldn't be like this. That's why he told me that he wanted to live and wanted me to show him this outfit. I've already worn it, and I've already worn it..."
Unable to utter a complete sentence, helpless choked sobs escaped from between the trembling lips and teeth, Song Zhilan's body suddenly trembled violently, and the water vapor instantly blurred his vision,
He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it away, but the tears piled up, and the face in front of him became more and more blurred.
Song Rong looked at him, there seemed to be pity in his eyes, but also a sigh.
The generous palm fell behind his head, Song Zhilan shuddered suddenly, and looked up tremblingly.
"Very good, already has the power of the emperor."
Song Rong looked at him calmly, his tone was even gentle, his palms paused behind his head for a moment, and then he retracted, hugging the pale and cold man in his arms again.
"Don't cry anymore, you have to remember - in the future, no one will ever see you as a child again."
This is probably why Lu Li still wants to ask him at the end, he thought.
He has always replaced the role of father, to care for and guide the young prince, and to personally construct a false world for the other party. In this world, there is a loving and gentle father, loyal ministers, and the infinite hope that Biyu can clear up and brighten the universe.
All the crimes were borne by Lu Li alone.
Now that Lu Li is dead, everyone is happy and everyone gets what they want. This is the ending that person has been working hard to achieve.
It's just that this ending came too hastily.
Song Rong didn't speak again, but just left with the person in his arms. The imperial guards silently made way for a passage, watching him go away silently, no one made a move to stop him.
"Uncle!"
The young emperor's voice came from behind, with a hoarse cry, Song Rong paused, but did not turn his head.
He didn't ask Song Zhilan what he said, so that Lu Li, who was still trying to live and wanted to see that child ascend the throne, simply chose to accept the temptation.
The matter has come to this point, even if it is pursued, it is meaningless.
He only remembered that Lu Li wanted to take him back by himself, so he had to do it.
It will be late and snowy.
The cold wind whipped up large flakes of snow, making people blindfolded. Song Rong took off his court clothes and wrapped him tightly again. He lowered his head and kissed the pale and cold forehead in his arms.
Yu Linwei drove the carriage over, but Song Rong ignored it. He just carried Lu Li and walked forward, walking into the snow and ice.
Song Zhilan had to stop after chasing to the entrance of the hall, watching the back figure in front of him gradually merge with the drowsy Mu Xue, and then only a blurry outline remained, and after that, even the outline could not be seen clearly at all.
The heavy auspicious clothes suddenly made him unable to stand stably, his body flickered, and he knelt down abruptly on the ground.
"emperor!"
The surrounding imperial guards immediately put down their halberds and knelt down, and there was a clatter of weapons falling to the ground, but Song Zhilan couldn't hear anything. He just took two steps forward on his knees and grabbed a handful of ice and snow.
If you hold it too tightly, the temperature in the palm of your hand will completely melt the snow, and it will flow down between your fingers, leaving slightly deeper water marks.
There were more and more traces of water, and the young emperor finally bent down and pressed his forehead firmly on the snow layer, his shoulders trembling silently.
He didn't want to kill the man.
Never thought about it.
Worried that the emperor would freeze to death in the snow, Yu Linwei accompanied him for a while in fear, and finally went up carefully to comfort him, but Song Zhilan had already recovered his calm.
He stood up again, took off the auspicious clothes with his own hands, and handed them to the guards behind him: "Take it and burn it."
"Your Majesty, don't—"
Yu Linwei's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to persuade him, but he was intimidated by those dark pupils like a cold pool, and swallowed all the words of persuasion.
The sky had completely darkened, Song Zhilan was sent back to the palace, without asking anyone to stay and serve, put on the snow rabbit fur that was sent, and went to the late emperor's bedroom alone with the lantern raised.
When he was still the crown prince, Lu Li never allowed him to come here. After he ascended the throne, he worked hard day and night, just to completely erase the shadow of that man, but he never came here in time.
It was here that Lu Li forced the palace with his sword and killed Concubine Liu with his hands, causing the emperor to be frightened into a coma and died of a serious illness.
He tried his best to persuade himself that there was nothing wrong with all of this. Lu Li's crime was a mortal crime, but his heart was still heavy as if a heavy weight had fallen on him, and he could hardly breathe.
Finally reaching the door, Song Zhilan finally had some eager anticipation in his heart, took a deep breath and pushed open the door forcefully, and quickly walked into the bedroom.
Rumu's gaze was suddenly confused, he stared blankly at the bedroom, which was decorated almost extravagantly, and his footsteps gradually turned hesitantly.
The warm couch within reach, the hazy gauze curtain, the overturned ivory cup, the incense pool that made him almost blush—all these are definitely not what he was looking for, the gentle but strict expectation in his memory Father, there is no trace of it here at all.
Something must have gone wrong.
Song Zhilan became more and more flustered, and rummaged around hastily, but he could only find various precious treasures, various rouge and face powders, all of which proved that someone had indulged in pleasure here, and was even close to licentiousness.
It shouldn't be like this...
Chill came from all the limbs, Song Zhilan desperately opened every corner, but he didn't know what he wanted to find to be satisfied. His eyes swept across the gap in a trance, and suddenly caught a glimpse of bright yellow.
Suddenly there was a strong premonition in his heart, Song Zhilan rushed to hold the bright yellow in his hand, but there was a hand faster than him.
Turning around suddenly, looking at the unmoved face of Shen Yi, Song Zhilan finally couldn't help it anymore, and his voice was almost sharp: "Uncle Huang!"
"It's not something you should be looking at."
Song Rong opened his mouth in a low voice, unfolded the imperial decree, skimmed through it hastily, and finally verified the premonition that was always in his heart, and finally solved the mystery left behind.
The man's bones were not cold, he was supposed to accompany Lu Li in the palace.
But he had to figure out this matter. Lu Li lived a lonely life, even if he had to bear the infamy, even if he was already in the mud, he still had to sort out all the reasons and tell that person to leave cleanly.
"Uncle Huang, you said at that time that no one will treat me as a child anymore."
Song Zhilan's voice sank, bringing out a vaguely hoarse hoarseness: "You and Father are brothers, you should know Father. Tell me, what kind of person is Father...?"
Song Rong looked at him silently, wondering if he should speak.
He once promised Lu Li to help him keep the secret, so that that person's painstaking efforts would not be wasted, but it seemed that this promise only needed to be persisted until the moment of the other party's death.
Now it's really all done, everything is a foregone conclusion, everything that Lu Li wanted to sacrifice his life to promote, now has a definite result, whether the truth will be known, or not, is no longer so important.
But he didn't know how far Song Zhilan could accept it, whether the too heavy truth would directly destroy all the foundations of the young emperor.
"It's taboo for the honorable, the emperor refuses to say it, I understand."
Seeing that he remained silent, Song Zhilan's eyes became darker and darker, he turned around with his hands behind his back, and his voice gradually turned cold.
"I just want to ask—Father always likes to read books? Do you like drinking tea? Which kind of jade is your favorite? Do you like swordsmanship and archery?"
Song Rong almost understood what he meant, took a deep breath, and spoke truthfully.
"I was squeezed out when I was young, and I have been fighting outside all the year round, so I don't know much. I just remember that when I was young, the emperor's brother was the least fond of reading, and he seldom drank alcohol and tea. Open a hard bow."
The success of the previous generation was not compared to the talent of the prince, but the power of the mother clan behind it.
He was still young at that time, and he watched helplessly his brothers who were capable of seizing the reserve died. Fortunately, he was too young and devoted himself to the military camp. life.
From the moment he opened his mouth to answer, Song Zhilan's body was trembling slightly, but he still stood stubbornly, and his voice became hoarse: "Father, so what if he treats his relatives?"
"Your Majesty, I have been leading troops since I was eighteen years old, and this year I have come to stand. Except for this time when I returned to King Jingqin, I have only been back three times in total."
Song Rong sighed softly, he didn't want to say any more, turned around and was about to go out, but suddenly his clothes were tightly pulled.
The young emperor fell to his knees on the ground, trembling too much to speak, but still clutching the cloth between his fingers tightly, as if he could preserve the last sliver of hope in this way.
After all, feeling a little unbearable, Song Rong turned around and knelt down in front of him, helped him by the shoulders and told him to stand up straight, and met those eyes full of fear.
"He wants me to show him in Jifu..."
Tears suddenly burst into the eyes, Song Zhilan tightly grabbed the hem of the only elder's clothes, his heart was cold and hot at times, and he couldn't breathe due to the torment.
"He wants to see, Uncle Emperor, he wants to see me ascend the throne, to see me become a talent, and to see me become what he expected. I often flip through those books and imagine what those eyes should look like-I never thought But, I never thought of…”
If he had agreed at that time, how gratified would that person be.
What kind of mood did Lu Li feel when she heard herself say "I will never get rid of the adulterous face, and I will never ascend the throne"? Had he been completely disappointed in himself, that's why he had no more nostalgia, and why he took that deadly poison without hesitation
Does he hurt, does he feel cold—does he hate himself at the last moment of dying
Too strong emotions accumulated in his chest, which made Song Zhilan suffocate and couldn't breathe. Suddenly, he stepped forward on his knees, grabbed Song Rong's cuff and begged in a low voice: "Uncle Huang, take me to see him, I want to see him again, Just take a look...”
Song Rong's hands trembled, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, slowly pulled the sleeves out of his fingers, and handed him the imperial edict.
"Instead of going to see him, I would rather the emperor go to the Ministry of Household Affairs and look through the old accounts there. If you want to talk about remorse and remorse, in my heart - I am no less than the emperor."
Song Zhilan's heart froze when the title was changed suddenly, and he subconsciously clutched the edict, but he didn't have the courage to open it to read it. He just looked up at the back of the person who got up and left, and sat back in a daze.
The night was completely deep.
The cold wind howled, the snow was as sharp as a knife, but the palace's bedroom was as warm as spring.
The orange flames were beating, and the gentle light illuminated the small dark room, falling on the handsome face as pale as snow.
The black eyelashes that were quietly closed suddenly moved weakly.
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