The mind returned to the body, the severe pain that almost deprived the will gradually faded, and the cold sweat soaked the clothes.
He was still leaning on Song Rong's shoulder, with his strong arms behind his back all the time, and through his chest, he seemed to be able to hear the other party's intense heartbeat.
I always seem to make him so frightened.
After a while of dizziness, Su Shi raised his eyes, met those black pupils full of nervousness and concern, and gently pulled the corners of his lips.
Even such a slight movement seems to have affected the nerves that have been tortured by the pain to the point of weakness. Su Shi's figure was still calm, and the light in the depths of his pupils shrank subtly, but Song Rong was still keenly capturing it in his eyes.
"It hurts badly, doesn't it?"
Knowing that such a poison would never have no effect, Song Rong carefully hugged his shoulders and snuggled him to his chest: "How can it be better, will you take a rest?"
"Will be fine."
Su Shi spoke softly, and the wave of pain had receded like a tide.
As long as he can control his emotional qi and blood, there seems to be no problem. Now that the dead knot in his heart has been untied, it seems that nothing can affect his emotions anymore.
Song Rong hugged him carefully, until his body was completely and truly relaxed, then picked up the bowl of noodles and looked at it again, and smiled helplessly: "It's already cold, I'll ask them to bring some serious food up. "
"It's okay, the taste is actually good."
Raising his hand to hold Song Rong's arm, Su Shi pulled the bowl of noodles back to his eyes, and took the wooden chopsticks from his hand.
The last layer of barriers was gone, and his mind was completely relaxed.
All the things to be done have been done, and it seems that only need to wait for the day of the enthronement ceremony, and then realize the last thought-as for keeping Song Rong alive, it seems that it does not need to be called a task.
Even if this guy always made trouble for him, caused him headaches, and always took the pot to unknown places when he didn't pay attention, he still couldn't help protecting the other party.
The arm behind him moved, and Su Shi raised his eyes to meet those nervous black eyes.
"Is it—really bad?"
Lu Li had been sitting with his chopsticks for a while, but he ate like torture. Thinking of how the other party suddenly felt so painful that he couldn't breathe after taking two bites, Song Rong's heart became more and more agitated, and finally couldn't help but took a bite of the chopsticks.
The noodles were already cold, and the oily stars had also floated up, which really had nothing to do with Kekou.
Frustrated, he threw down his chopsticks and put the noodle bowl on the table. Song Rong had already made up his mind to go to the Imperial Dining Room to help cook tomorrow.
Seeing the dignified Prince Regent's expression of sudden dejection, Su Shi raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smile flashed across his eyes quickly, and silently burst into his eyes.
Song Rong unconsciously held his breath, and completely caught that bright smile in his sight, and his heart jumped up immediately.
"I, I'll tell them to redo it, you wait..."
Muttering something vaguely, the majestic King Regent who always took the lead in the front line hurriedly got up and walked out quickly.
A soft chuckle came from behind, causing Song Rong to sway his feet, almost bumping his head against the door, and fled without looking back.
The candlelight flickered, filling the room with warmth.
There is a faint light outside the window, and no matter how long the night is, it will soon pass.
Song Zhilan supported the couch and struggled to get up, staggering to go out, but was stopped by the imperial physician and the servant.
The same persuasion is nothing more than that the emperor's dragon body is not in good condition, and he must be raised well to recover, otherwise he may fall to the root of the disease.
What is the root cause of the disease, these people simply do not understand.
Song Zhilan was forced to go back into the house with his feverish body, but his gaze was still fixed on the window that was gradually lighting up.
The snow has stopped.
When the snow stops, the man will go.
As soon as the strength was released, Song Zhilan's legs softened and he fell back on the couch.
The last life-saving straw was finally torn off, and the piercing black eyes dimmed, turning into ashes.
Seeing that he finally sat down, the servants finally breathed a sigh of relief, ran to fetch the boiled medicine, and persuaded him to drink it.
The medicine had just been boiled, and it was boiling hot in his hand, but Song Zhilan didn't seem to notice it at all, took it and drank it down, and put it calmly on the side of the couch.
Just as he was about to speak, anxious voices suddenly came from outside the door.
"...No, I must meet the emperor."
"It's the other way around, Tobe..."
Ministry of household, Ministry of household.
Song Rong once mentioned it to him and told him to go to the household department.
Limang flashed across his eyes, as if he had suddenly found some connection with that person, Song Zhilan sat up straight, and said in a low voice, "Tell him to come in."
The young emperor's voice was hoarse from illness, but still exuded undeniable strength. The sound of obstruction outside the door finally stopped, and after a pause, a somewhat embarrassed middle-aged man hurried in and knelt down towards Song Zhilan.
"Your Majesty, a highly skilled lunatic has broken into the household department and even kidnapped Lord Shangshu. Now he is blatantly forcing an audit. I dare to ask the guards of the imperial guard to come forward..."
"Account checking?"
Song Zhilan frowned slightly, his heart skipped a beat.
The visitor nodded again and again, but the figure in front of him suddenly stood up and strode outside.
"Prepare the car, I'm going to personally go there - if you still want your head, you'd better listen to me!"
At the end of the sentence, there was an infinite killing intent, which frightened everyone, and they didn't dare to persuade the first half, hurriedly prepared the imperial chariot, and rushed all the way to the household department.
In the blink of an eye, the guards of the imperial forest had already surrounded the household department. Song Zhilan, wearing a thick black fur, got off the imperial chariot, and saw the officials of the household department trembling through the yellowed account books.
Seeing him enter the door, everyone knelt down and walked in. Hubu Shangshu was sitting upright in the hall, with a sharp sword slanting against his neck leaning against his neck.
Seeing his figure, Hubu Shangshu's young face showed some helplessness and apology, and he smiled wryly at the young emperor in front of him: "I can't fully salute, please forgive my sin..."
Song Zhilan's eyes darkened, he looked up along the blade of the sword, and landed on the thin figure in black.
"What do you want to do?"
Knowing that the person who came was the Ninth Five-Year Son of Heaven, the man in black was still unmoved, and looked up at him: "The household department owes Lu Li silver, and I will ask for it for him. When a person dies, the family still has to live .”
He said the cold death news in such a flat tone, causing everyone's heart to tremble. Hubu Shang's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly, with a glaring bloodstain on his neck.
"Your Majesty! Prime Minister Lu—"
That word seemed to be difficult to say easily, Hubu Shangshu was forced to sit back by the sword, his eyes still couldn't hide his astonishment and shock: "How could it be? It's just a conviction, it's just a conviction..."
When the man in black spoke, Song Zhilan fell silent and stood motionless, his whole body seemed to be condensed into a cold stone statue.
Behind him, the middle-aged official sneered, and said in a contemptuous tone: "It seems that such a treacherous, sycophant, and heinous person—"
"shut up!"
The young emperor's voice was slightly vicious and sharp, Song Zhilan stopped him sharply, and strode towards the man in black with a hoarse voice.
"Tell me, what money does the household department owe him? How much is owed, and how is it owed?"
The man in black turned his head indifferently, as if he didn't bother to talk to him at all.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, but Song Zhilan was still staring at him, his eyes were almost bloodshot.
I don't know how long it took before the Minister of the Household Department's voice sounded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, when the Zuoxiang Mansion was copied, the account books were left behind. I checked and compared them last night. It has been five years. Included on the…”
Song Zhilan's hand shook violently, and his face almost turned into cold ice.
"There, there--found it!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from outside, and an official of the household department walked in quickly holding the account book. Seeing the emperor standing in the room, he paused, hurriedly radioed and knelt down.
"… Say."
Song Zhilan spoke in a cold voice, as if the voice came from a very far away place.
The pain spread along the blood, tightly wrapped around his internal organs, as if it would easily destroy him every moment, but it seemed that only by relying on this pain could he still stand here.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I found something wrong with the accounts. According to Daxuan's regulations, remote officials are not allowed to use the county's money and food, and the imperial court will issue silver taels for expenses. There is indeed this entry in the account, but the account department Account, but never had this payment..."
"Because most of the Beijing officials' remote transfers are relegated and excluded, there is no way to ask for help, and there is no way to play, so the Ministry of Household Affairs has long listed this item as a dead account."
Fully understanding the reason for the man in black, the Minister of the Household Department smiled wryly, and his voice became hoarse: "The minister was still questioning the right minister in the hall that day, what exactly is the money that the minister's family has collected all these years?"
The man in black glanced at him, moved the blade of the sword away slightly, and said in a relaxed tone, "Calculate the account and return the money to the Lu family."
"What are you talking about—how is it possible, how could he pay this money for us?"
Behind Song Zhilan, the middle-aged official opened his mouth in astonishment, and shook his head in disbelief: "It is clear that he framed and slandered us and drove us out of the capital with endless means. How could he pay us this money?"
"Your name is Sun Liang, the one who was demoted to Bingzhou?"
His eyes fell on him, and the man in black showed a faint sarcasm: "If I had known today, when those killers in Zuo Xiangfu were about to cut off the tongues of your two sons, they should have told them to cut off yours too. "
Thinking of the inexplicable escape of the second son in the family in the past, the middle-aged official's face became paler, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and he staggered back two steps.
The man in black put his sword back in its sheath, stood up and glanced at Song Zhilan, and said softly, "I came here today to find evidence to save him, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious. But that's okay, he's very tired, he must have I really want to rest."
The imperial guards had already experienced his skills, and they didn't dare to stop him at all. Seeing that he just wanted to leave and didn't want to hurt anyone, they stepped aside one after another.
Song Zhilan stood there in a daze, seeing his figure getting away, suddenly said sharply: "Stop!"
The figure stood still, turned around to look at him with his sword in his arms, his eyes showed faint impatience.
With his chest rising and falling, Song Zhilan hurried forward a few steps, his voice became hoarse: "In the palace... you took the chance?"
"Yes."
The man in black didn't deny it, and nodded calmly.
There was a sudden intense blood in his eyes, Song Zhilan's fists were clenched tightly, and he almost let out a faint tremor when he spoke: "You don't want him to die, why did you give him the lead, why didn't you change the medicine..."
"It was you who wanted him to die, but you came to ask me?"
Lixue raised his eyebrows coldly, his eyes were filled with impatience: "He even dared to force the palace with a sword - his life and death, only two people have the final say, one is him, the other is you, I thought you understood that early on."
As if struck by lightning, Song Zhilan froze on the spot, his eyes almost blank, watching the figure leave decisively.
He never dared to think about it.
Lu Li dared to hold a sword to break into the palace, dared to kill the noble concubine, why didn't he dare to go to the Prince's mansion again, and kill the grass and roots.
Why let him survive, why let him ascend the throne, why give him a chance to fight back.
The rumors he heard in those few days suddenly hit his heart, he always thought that they were just rumors, he always believed that his father would never do the absurd act of abolishing the crown prince just because he doted on a concubine.
Why on earth did Lu Li break into the palace that day
That person protected the expeditionary army and the relegated courtiers, all of which are unknown, so did he also silently protect other things, such as his own life
The body is infinitely cold, and I can no longer feel the slightest existence, and even the pain seems to return to nothingness in an instant.
The heartbeat sounded like a drum, rumbling violently in my ears. Song Zhilan stared blankly at his hands, his chest rose and fell slightly.
What exactly have I done, why didn't I think about these things earlier, why can I ignore such obvious doubts, and stubbornly believe in everything I see in front of me...
The young emperor's face was cold, his figure was still sharp, but there was a fragility and fear that was almost broken in his dark eyes like a cold pool.
"The emperor..."
Hubu Shangshu finally couldn't bear it, sighed, and stretched out his hand to help him.
The sharp arrow pierced through the air, and suddenly brushed against his arm, pierced hard on the wooden beam, the tail of the arrow was still trembling faintly.
"Assassin, quickly protect the emperor!"
The origins of the previous batch of assassins had not yet been clarified, and the imperial guards hurriedly lined up, and were rushed to pieces by the masked assassins in a blink of an eye, but Song Zhilan was still standing in the empty main room in a daze.
The sword has no eyes, and dozens of people have been injured inside and outside the house in a blink of an eye, not to mention that the assassins had a clear goal in the first place.
The guards of the imperial forest resisted desperately, but they still gradually failed, and sharp arrows kept shooting into the hall with the sound of piercing the air. Song Zhilan's shoulder was also grazed by the arrow, and in a blink of an eye, blood was oozing conspicuously.
"Your Majesty, hide away!"
Regardless of the burning pain in his arm, Hubu Shangshu wanted to pull him, but was shot through the shoulder by an arrow, and his body fell backwards and slammed into the corner of the table, slumping weakly.
A royal guard rushed over and pulled him to avoid Liu Ya. Song Zhilan was dragged numbly to hide in the side room, and motioned for them to rescue the Minister of the Household Department, but his gaze was still blank.
There used to be a figure protecting him.
That figure is actually not tall, but also very thin. The young emperor who is sprinting has already caught up to his size. If it takes more time, it may be able to faintly suppress it by half an inch.
That day he was standing in front of the prison van, all the overwhelming murderous intent was blocked by that figure, holding him firmly behind him, even refusing to let him touch even the slightest.
Black and white are reversed, good and evil are blurred, and he has been living under a layer of perfect shelter.
But now, he broke that layer of protection with his own hands.
No one will treat him as a child anymore, and no one will stand in front of him and protect him firmly with an unquestionable posture.
But he can't just die here.
This is a life that has committed a heinous and irreparable crime. This life no longer belongs to him. He can only do what Lu Li wants him to do until the day he can satisfy that person.
His stiff hands grasped the cold sword hilt, his chest heaved violently, and the pain came whistling, rushing into his eyes and turning black.
Suddenly, there was a new sound of shouting and killing faintly outside the window.
The tall figure rushed into the hall quickly, anxiously looking for the young emperor who was supposed to be in the house.
Song Zhilan's body trembled, and he suddenly got up quickly, and ran towards him, his eyes were faintly hot, and an uncontrollable sob was already forming in his throat.
Seeing that he was fine, Song Rong felt a little relieved, nodded slightly, and turned his head to give the people behind him a look.
Originally, they just heard that there were troubles in the household department, and the two of them came to see it worried, but unexpectedly they caught up with a new round of assassins.
The soldiers of the palace were urgently called in, and the situation calmed down in a blink of an eye, but Su Shi was really worried about the little emperor, and still urged him to come in.
"Uncle Emperor..."
There was only the only elder in front of him left, and Song Zhilan couldn't stand anymore due to the intense sorrow and fear, and he staggered and threw himself in front of him, almost kneeling down, but Song Rong's eyes suddenly tightened: "Be careful!"
The sharp arrow with a cold light shot over fiercely, and it was about to penetrate Song Zhilan's body.
The strength of this arrow was much stronger than the previous ones, and before everyone could react, Song Rong already recognized the origin of the archer at a glance.
The situation was exactly the same as last time, the last ones were the Huns' eagle archers.
It was too late to draw the sword, Song Rong gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward to take the arrow for Song Zhilan, but the sword beside Song Zhilan was drawn out of its sheath.
The person who was always following behind him took a step ahead at some point, pulled out the saber that was only used for decoration with his backhand, and slashed at the thick and sharp arrow with a strong wind.
The arrow was only half a step away from Song Zhilan, and the long swords collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and cut the arrow in half.
The archer can only shoot one arrow, and then the position will be revealed. In the blink of an eye, the guards of the palace captured him and put him on the ground.
The force on the arrow was so strong that Su Shi's arm was completely numb, and he could hardly hold the sword. He managed to calm down the surging blood in his chest, lowered his head and returned the long sword to Song Zhilan's side, and was about to go back behind Song Rong.
The ancient world allowed the use of the disguise technique, and he had already changed his description when he went out, but he still didn't intend to just circle around in front of the little emperor until the other party recognized him.
"and many more!"
Song Zhilan spoke suddenly and grabbed his arm.
Su Shi had a shoulder injury, and being pulled by him like this, he couldn't help shivering, took a deep breath and raised his head calmly.
Looking at the completely unfamiliar face in front of him, Song Zhilan was stunned for a while, and his eyes finally dimmed completely.
What the hell is he- expecting...
"Your Majesty, this is the personal guard of the subject. I was so anxious that I offended you. Please forgive me."
Seeing that the other party's condition is obviously not good, Song Rong quickly opened his mouth, trying to find a reason to take him away, but Song Zhilan lowered his gaze and said softly: "The emperor's personal guard, what's your name?"
The two originally planned to go out for a walk, and before they had time to name them, Song Rong had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "...Song Ren."
"Song Ren has meritorious escort, and I will reward you. If the uncle is willing, can you give him to me as a royal guard?"
The imperial bodyguard is a fourth-rank official position, which is completely different from the rankless personal guards. If Song Rong refused directly, it would inevitably arouse suspicion. While he was struggling, Su Shi had already said in a low voice: "The grass people thank the emperor for his kindness. However, the grass people don't want to go to court, and they don't want to live in the palace. Take back the gift."
"Really, you don't like courts and palaces either..."
Song Zhilan's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him, his tone was still very calm, but his voice gradually weakened: "In that case, let's follow the emperor's uncle. I will ask people to reward you with gold and silver, so that you have no worries about food and clothing..."
The voice gradually became low, and finally completely silent.
Su Shi felt something in his heart, frowned slightly and raised his head, but the young emperor had already turned around and walked outside. He was clearly a young man with a tall and straight figure, but he was faintly showing the twilight of old age.
Song Zhilan walked out, and with every step he took, the tightness in his chest became stronger.
Chaotang palace, lonely family.
An inexplicable choking bloody smell spread from his throat, he instinctively coughed twice, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, it was a blinding bright red.
The people around him turned pale with fright, and there were countless whispers and concerns in their ears. The body fell down weakly, Song Zhilan was supported by an unknown number of hands, he raised his head in a daze, his eyes swept over the crowd, but he couldn't find the familiar face.
His chest was infinitely cold, and his eyes were gradually darkening, but his wrist was suddenly firmly held by a hand.
That hand was slightly cold, but the strength was very steady. After feeling for his veins, he said softly, "Open your mouth."
The familiar voice suddenly gave him an unbelievable surprise. Song Zhilan gasped for breath, struggling to see who was beside him, but he couldn't see clearly anyway. He wanted to call him to stop, but his mouth was already stuffed. A pill with a refreshing medicinal fragrance.
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