The Prince's Mansion, which is no longer inhabited, is inevitably empty and desolate, although there are still servants to take care of it.
Song Zhilan pushed open the door, the familiar scent of sandalwood had faded, but it was still vaguely lingering around the tip of his nose, making him gradually settle down.
There are still those few books that he often read on the bookshelf, the paper has been turned soft, and he holds it in his hand again, but it no longer has the warmth of holding it in his palm at that time.
Every trace here, turned out to be Lu Li's shadow.
The tea is specially selected by that person, it is not too bitter, and it has sweetness every time. Those books were originally chosen by Lu Li for her, no wonder she asked someone to ask her father to inscribe them, but there was never a single stroke on them, only occasionally a piece or two of bamboo leaves would be inserted in, and the leaf handles were delicately tied with thin the red line.
He has always been careful, for fear of accidentally breaking those leaves.
Sitting in front of the desk again, under the palm is the cold mahogany pattern, the solitary lamp is flickering, leaving only swaying shadows.
The Lu Li he hated had always been just a shadow.
He hated that cold shadow, so he pressed on every step of the way, so he did whatever he could. But he didn't know that the way to make the shadow disappear was to extinguish the only burning candle.
Song Zhilan shivered slightly, and wrapped the rabbit fur tightly around her body, but it was still very cold.
He still remembered that Lu Li was always afraid of the cold, and whenever it snowed, he said nothing and refused to go out. He was still young at that time, and he vowed that in the future, he would make a snow fox cloak for that man, and it must have no trace of variegation, so that it could match that elegant and elegant demeanor like jade.
Today's snow is so heavy, maybe he has to hide until the snow stops before he is willing to leave.
Absurd thoughts popped up suddenly and couldn't stop, Song Zhilan got up suddenly, and was about to go out, but was held back by the servant, knelt on the ground and knelt, saying that the emperor should take care of the dragon in the middle of the night body.
But he doesn't want to take care of the dragon body.
Song Zhilan frowned, staring blankly at the people kneeling in front of him, wanting to explain to them, but didn't know where to start.
He just wanted to see Lu Li again, the snow outside was so heavy, and Lu Li was so afraid of the cold, even if it was a soul, it might be like when he was young, he would not even take a step out of the house when he was dragged. Seeing that he was upset, he squatted down, took out all kinds of eye-catching gadgets from his arms, and stuffed them into his sleeves like a bribe.
He's never actually been unhappy, and he's not really that eager to play in the snow.
He just wanted to tell that person to squat down and coax him with a nice smile.
Hurry up, it will be too late when the snow stops.
Song Zhilan was stopped, but still struggling to go out, the suffocation in his chest became hotter and hotter, even his breathing was scorching hot, and there were bursts of black mist in front of his eyes.
Following the emperor in the snow for most of the night, the servants dared not tell him to go out to blow the cold wind like this, but they tried their best to stop him, and suddenly felt the strength in his arms slow down, and the young emperor's body was silent The ground softened.
Song Rong was covered in snow and stood at the door dumbfounded.
Although there is an outer room separated from the corridor, the cold wind still blows in with snow. The person on the couch seemed to be a little cold, and he pulled the quilt towards him without grace, and the eyes that fell on him already showed some displeasure.
Song Rong shuddered, and slammed the door shut with his backhand.
His eyes were still full of disbelief, and he fell on the person who was sitting up in astonishment. He wanted to rush over quickly, but because of the lingering chill on his body, he stopped before taking a step.
He wanted to speak, but found that his throat was so stagnant that he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to smile, but the water vapor quickly blurred his vision.
The ecstasy of being alive after the catastrophe dilutes all doubts in an instant, his mind goes blank, his body is so stiff that he cannot move, he can only desperately blink away the obstructing water, so that his vision can become clear again.
His body was trembling, he was ecstatic, but he was also crazily afraid, afraid that everything was just a dream.
Meeting his gaze, Su Shi finally softened his heart, stood up with a sigh, and walked towards him step by step.
Anyway, this person still knows how to put himself in a warmer place, and he never stuffed himself into some ice coffin and snow cave frantically. After waking up, the first thing I saw was a dark room with candles on, not the buried coffin lid.
Just after waking up, his body was actually still very weak. After walking a few steps, he was exhausted. He stopped to take a rest dizzily, but he was already firmly held in his arms by a hand.
The slightly cool snow air was no longer noticeable the moment it entered his arms, only the beating heartbeat in his chest was left. The trembling became more and more intense, and the arms around him tightened tightly, as if he couldn't help but strangle the body in his arms into the flesh and blood.
Su Shi sighed very softly, and wanted to wrap his arms around him, but the muscular body in his arms seemed to be suddenly overwhelmed, and fell down without strength.
Unable to exert strength on his knees, Su Shi couldn't support him, and he staggered as he fell, and fell into a familiar warm embrace.
The cold water fell on the still pale cheeks, and the warm breath covered it, trembling, like some kind of temptation, but it was as firm as a sacrifice.
Song Rong is kissing him.
His chest was suddenly empty, Su Shi instinctively grabbed his clothes, and met those piercing and gentle eyes.
"Qing Guang..."
The words finally regained control, hoarse and intermittent, choked and stagnant. Song Rong kissed him cautiously, panting hot breath and hitting the slender black eyelashes, his eyes greedily fell into those eyes, meeting the re-lit light.
Sure enough, it was him.
Su Shi sighed softly, pulled the corners of his lips helplessly, clenched the other's clothes tightly, closed his eyes and approached the warm and broad chest.
"I am here."
The little emperor hated him deeply. If he didn't die, Song Zhilan would not be willing to ascend the throne. If Song Zhilan did not ascend the throne, his mission would never be completed.
So he could only push the boat along with the current and fulfill the child's wish first.
Going to court, he deliberately took out the spare Guiyuan Xuming Pill. Because of Song Rong's meticulous care, there was never a chance to use it, but this time it happened to come in handy.
Guiyuan Xuming Pill is a companion double drug, one for rejuvenation and detoxification, and one for Guiyuan to nourish the pulse. The toxicity of Zhuanji was too strong, he only took one pill together, and although the poison was detoxified, the wounds on his body could not be recovered. After some time, when his body recovered better, he also took the other pill, and he would be incomparable to ordinary people. different.
Therefore, Song Rong must be concealed first.
This was the first time that he was asked to do nothing, watch himself go to death, help him bury the truth with his own hands, and watch himself fall into the mud completely.
It was too cruel.
Guilt took the upper hand without any suspense, and finally suppressed the annoyance of seeing the other party come back with his head on his head, "I threw the pot away".
At least the common people haven't had time to know, most of the experience points can still be left, and it's not the first time that the protagonist's serious misunderstanding value can't be obtained.
Just never got it.
Su Shi couldn't help but sighed again, and fell headlong on the other party's neck.
Almost frightened, Song Rong hugged him hastily, and met those still bright eyes again, and finally felt a little relieved, before he picked him up and put him carefully on the bed.
The redness and swelling on the wrist bones have subsided, but the white skin is still lined with glaring bloodstains.
The warm palm was carefully pasted on it, until the fingertips really felt the slow but steady pulse, and finally there was joy and sorrow through the throbbing almost numb chest.
The mind returns to its place, and the dream is still there.
Not a dream.
Song Rong carefully took him into his arms, put his cheeks close, and rubbed his temples guiltily: "Qing Guang, did you hurt you just now?"
The other party's tragic injuries all over his body, he lost his mind just now, it was not serious or serious, he must have pulled the unhealed wound.
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Song Rong couldn't help but let go of his arm, trying to untie his clothes and examine him carefully, but was held firmly by the other hand.
Raising his gaze, his glass-like pupils were quietly soaked in gentle and warm colors.
"I'm okay."
Su Shi spoke slowly and stopped his movements.
The wound was vaguely warm and wet, and it was obvious that it was torn apart, but he didn't intend to make the other party feel more guilty, but just looked at Song Rong quietly, with a very gentle and helpless tone.
"Now tell me, what did you just do?"
His eyes flicked to the side, and the powerful general, who had never been afraid of swords and body, suddenly lost his confidence. He pursed his lips and turned his head away, and lowered his head slowly, as if he had committed a mistake and accepted punishment.
just know.
Seeing the protagonist's misunderstanding value drop rapidly, Su Shi guessed the good deeds that the protagonist went out to do, but he just couldn't get angry with him. After a long while, he finally became dumb, raised his hand across Song Rong's shoulder, and lowered his head to lean on his arm.
"Let's forget what you said, don't tell him what you haven't said..."
The arm behind him hesitantly embraced his body, adding some strength cautiously.
Su Shi was angry, and looked up at him: "Tell me everything?"
"Not really, it's just—"
He just pointed out every road to the young emperor, as long as he walked down, he would be able to see the blood-stained truth underneath.
Song Rong became more and more guilty, and hugged him in a friendly voice: "Qingguang, the emperor will investigate by himself, and he will find out sooner or later."
He was actually right. According to the original plot, after Lu Li's death, Song Zhilan did find out the truth, rehabilitated her with a rich funeral, and bestowed countless treasures to the Lu family.
It's just that the emperor's foundation had already been established at that time, and the decisiveness of killing had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This action not only did not damage the prestige of the emperor, but on the contrary showed the emperor's magnanimity.
The courtiers were grateful, the scholars returned to their hearts, and people cherished the memory of the right minister who had long been faded in memory, and then they became more loyal and brave, and only then did Daxuan's Zhongxing prosperity come to be.
"Well, it's really nothing."
The little emperor was only so entangled in hatred that he became obsessed for a while, but he was not stupid.
No matter what, it is a child taught by Lu Li himself, so he should understand this trade-off. Even if the truth can be found out, he should know when it is most appropriate to reverse the case.
Couldn't bear to see him struggle any longer, Su Shi chuckled dumbly, and interrupted his words with a warm voice: "Compared to this—my lord, I'm a little hungry."
Song Rong suddenly woke up, and hurriedly supported him back on the couch, and re-covered the brocade quilt for him: "I'll get it right now. Qingguang, you just woke up, and your body must still be weak. You rest for a while, and I'll be right back …”
Originally, he just wanted to send him out for a while, to heal the wound on his body, but he didn't expect that the other party would leave the house as soon as he said it, and left the room in a hurry.
Su Shi was surprised for a moment, then stood up helplessly, touched the secret compartment in front of the couch, and sure enough found the white cloth wound medicine inside.
Song Rong walked out quickly, but his heart was still beating violently.
Although it is not clear what exactly happened and why Lu Li was able to wake up again after taking the most poisonous machine, but at least he understood what the other party meant - from now on, there will be no such person as Lu Li in the world .
But he has.
Right in the palace, right beside him.
It has flesh and blood, can be touched, can talk to itself normally, and is willing to eat with itself.
This kind of surprise almost completely dazzled his mind, and he stood in a daze for a moment in the cool and snowy corridor before his hot chest cooled down a little.
At that time in the side hall, he actually heard Lu Li's words clearly, but he couldn't believe it. When he wanted to confirm it again, that person had already swallowed back the rare willfulness.
He has been in the army all year round, and sometimes he even has to do the cooking and cooking himself. Of course he can cook noodles, but he is afraid that the other party will think his craftsmanship is too rough.
But it doesn't matter, they still have countless mornings and evenings. The current court is no longer suitable for staying. Perhaps one day, he can take the other party to live in seclusion and find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in. He can practice cooking every day, build a small kitchen by himself, and find a special cook Learn from a teacher...
The regent was so happy that his eyes were full of joy, he plunged into the kitchen and kneaded the dough in his hands vigorously.
It felt a little hard, so I added some water, and it became thin again, so I added noodles.
Take the trouble.
The cook, who was thrown into the corner, shivered. Seeing the dough getting bigger and bigger in the prince's hand, his mood became more and more complicated.
The noodles cooked in the army are all kneaded and dried, and wrapped in oil paper to separate the water vapor. When it is time to cook, just put it in the pot. Song Rong tossed and tossed with the dough in his hands for a long time before he finally had to admit that his craftsmanship might indeed be a little too rough.
The cook finally found an opportunity to rush forward, kneaded the noodles for him, and cut them into finger-width slices, earnestly saying: "The prince is a daughter of gold, so you don't need to learn these things. If you really want to cook it yourself, ask us to cook it yourself." Just get ready..."
"It's okay, I'll come back and learn."
At this point, he was confident, Song Rong waved his hand casually, carefully picked up the seasoning and put it down, the aroma overflowed after a while.
The water was boiled hot, and the meat was chopped and put into it. The noodles were scalded, and a few green vegetables were placed on it, which unexpectedly made people have a lot of appetite.
The back kitchen always cooks exquisite meals, and this is the first time I have seen such an informal approach. I couldn't help being terrified when I saw it, and asked Song Rong to scoop out a bowl full of noodles, and took it out of the back kitchen excitedly.
"Qing Guang—"
Returning to the dark room with the hot noodles, Song Rong's eyes flickered with joy, and he couldn't help but pause.
The person kneeling on the couch was holding one end of the bandage, struggling to cover the wound on his body, the untied bandage had already been soaked in blood.
As if he didn't expect him to come back so soon, Qing Ling's eyes showed some surprise, she nodded to signal him to put down the bowl first, and said vaguely: "It will be ready soon..."
"It's too difficult, let me help you."
Knowing whether the other party wanted to make him feel guilty, Song Rong put down the bowl and walked over quickly, took the bandage in his hand, pulled it lightly, and told him to loosen the other end as well.
The light-colored lips were dull for a moment before they opened, and there were still some clear doubts in the eyes, which made the handsome face rarely show some tenderness and softness.
Song Rong's heart was gentle and soft, and the strength in his hands became more and more gentle and cautious. Neatly wrapped up the wound on his body, picked up the clothes and wanted to help him put them on.
Su Shi just pressed his hand with a smile, picked up the coat and stretched his arms, and put it on lightly, without showing any signs of being weak enough to be taken care of.
It is clear that the blood on the lips has completely lost, and the forehead is also showing cold sweat. Song Rong couldn't bear to expose him, so he smiled helplessly, retracted his hands in compromise, watched the man meticulously fix his clothes, and then pushed the steaming bowl over: "I don't know if the noodles I cooked by myself suit your taste …”
With slightly surprised eyes, Su Shi raised his gaze to look at him, and couldn't help being surprised that the other party had made such rapid progress: "Your Highness has such a skill?"
Facing the clear light that melted ice and snow in those eyes, Song Rong immediately felt guilty and lowered his head honestly: "Cook and noodles, I only cooked them."
This is reasonable. Su Shi nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to get the bowl, but Song Rong raised his hand to stop him. He took the bowl and sat down, taking him into his arms.
"It's hot, I'll get it."
Su Shi was originally kneeling on the couch, but in this way, it seemed as if he was completely embraced in his arms.
The body was brought to snuggle up against the warm shoulders and neck, the familiar breath surrounded the whole body, and when he raised his head to meet those deep and soft pupils, Su Shi instinctively held his breath, and his heart felt inexplicably astringent.
He was suddenly not sure whether he could bear this heavy affection.
Seeing that he still didn't move his chopsticks, his eyes suddenly showed some tension: "Why, isn't it to your liking?"
Shaking his head slightly, Su Shi frowned helplessly, picked up the chopsticks and took two bites slowly, but his heart became heavier.
He was suddenly uncertain whether it was he or Lu Li who deserved all this—he just walked through the last difficult days for that person, but all the struggles, all the burdens, all the walking alone in the boundless dark night , but it was all Lu Li.
Obviously, as long as you persist, maybe it will be fine.
There was a slight pain in his heart, Su Shi couldn't help but raised his hand to press it, and tightened it.
A nervous call came from beside his ear, Su Shi blinked hard, met those pupils overflowing with anxiety and fear, laid comfortingly on his hands, and shook his head lightly.
"It's okay, it's just an old problem..."
The legacy of pulling the machine is still there, and it will attack from time to time. Even the most powerful analgesic can't relieve the severe pain caused by the spasm of the meridians.
He didn't want to worry Song Rong anymore, so he also used the relaxant, his body couldn't tremble and tremble due to the pain, only his eyes shrunk to the extreme, still faintly revealing the riddled holes in his body.
There were moments of clarity and darkness in front of Su Shi's eyes. Su Shi simply closed his eyes and leaned into that familiar embrace, but his eye sockets were faintly moist and steamy.
The warm breath surrounds the whole body, caressing the thin back carefully, but for the first time, it seems to be far away as if separated by the end of the world.
Immediately afterwards, his consciousness suddenly broke away and returned to the virtual space.
It was the first time that the system screen did not appear immediately in the virtual space, but instead showed a scene that was a little strange to him.
Su Shi was a little dazed, dazed for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
This is the memory that originally belonged to Lu Li.
The regent king led the troops back to help, his face was cold and hard, he drank blood with a long knife, and firmly protected the young emperor behind him.
The prison car paraded through the streets, the iron locks were lifted again, and everyone criticized them.
He was thrown into the dungeon, humiliated in every possible way, and outside the dungeon, he died of exhaustion after fighting hard.
So he smiled generously, threw the most poisonous machine at the eunuch's feet, cut off his heart, and knelt down to the majestic palace.
Those eyes were never closed until death.
Song Rong didn't know how to help, and Lu Li was far more cold, arrogant and ruthless than him.
"The original regent was just an ordinary plot character. Although he met Lu Li, he didn't remember it in his heart. When he received the secret letter from the new emperor asking for help, he immediately returned to Beijing to help. There was never any doubt."
The system quietly made a sound, obviously it was just a synthesized mechanical sound, but there was a faint sigh.
"He came earlier than you, he was just afraid that he would forget that he loves you."
So I deliberately extracted that memory, stored it carefully, and reviewed it over and over again until I could never forget it.
She worked hard, spared no effort, and rushed here at the risk of being wiped out...
Just to take his blame.
Seeing the protagonist's misunderstood value that was about to drop to the bottom, Su Shi's heart warmed up for a moment before he suddenly woke up and felt angry. Just as he was about to exit the space and go out to beat him up, he suddenly heard the stereotyped prompt sound when issuing tasks.
"Hello user, it has been detected that you have had a plot diplomatic episode with [Regent Song Rong], you can bind and cultivate a good relationship, do you agree to bind?"
It was the first time Su Shi heard such an option, and Su Shi's face collapsed before he had to choose to disagree, but the mechanical voice sounded again at the right time.
"Agree to bind, and will activate the A-level difficulty additional task [change the fate of Song Rong on the battlefield, so that Song Rong can die well]. If you successfully complete the task, you can get 50,000 experience points and increase the current world rating..."
Su Shi's hand trembled, and he pressed the agree button without hesitation.
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