Rong Tang was sitting in a carriage heading out of the city. He felt dizzy from the shaking and thought of something with a hint of mockery.
The system said that it was connected to the main brain consciousness, and many permissions and task rewards were issued by the main brain. Rong Tang guessed that this so-called main brain was the small world's heaven itself.
Tiandao really dotes on its male protagonist. Even a person like Rong Tang who is on a mission has received countless preferential treatments.
Let's not talk about the "God's Perspective" cheat code that he had when he traveled through time. As long as he did a good job and had a surplus of system coins, he could check the dynamics of the supporting characters anytime and anywhere. Even if the other party was hiding in a secret room, Rong Tang could hear what he was conspiring with his confidants.
However, this function is ineffective against the main villain. Regarding Su Huaijing's behavior, Rong Tang has only been able to speculate based on the original plot and character psychology for two lifetimes.
Let’s talk about anchor point crossing. There was a time when Rong Tang quarreled with the system. He was so angry that he sneered and asked: “Is this function enabled for me so that when someone assassinates the hero, I can teleport over to block the knife?”
The system was choked and speechless at the time, and was also very angry.
There is a limit on the number of teleportations, and the purpose of the teleportation must be closely related to the male protagonist. Each teleportation needs to be reported in advance and approved by the main brain before it can be used. Once the male protagonist is in danger, Rong Tang will not abandon him and run away as long as he is by his side.
Unfortunately, in the previous two lives, from birth to death, Rong Tang always treated the male protagonist as a poor little thing in need of protection, and never thought of leaving.
The reason why he thought of this now was because he suddenly realized that if this happened to the male protagonist, he would not need to support his dying body and ride in a bumpy carriage to look for someone aimlessly. He only needed to make a report and spend system coins to inquire about the movements of the second prince, narrow the scope and teleport directly there to search.
Rong Tang was so tired from being thrown around that he didn't even want to open his eyes. Thinking of this, he felt like finding joy in misery and gave the system a sincere suggestion: "To be honest, why don't you go and ask the Heavenly Dao if it chose the wrong male lead? How could he fail twice with so many golden fingers?"
In the past, Rong Tang would have suspected that it was his negligence and incompetence; now, Rong Tang is convinced that the male protagonist is a loser.
He clearly had many advantages over Su Huaijing, but he just couldn't beat him.
Hey, are you angry
Rong Tang smiled, but the system didn't reply. After a while, Shuangfu spoke from outside the carriage: "Master, someone is blocking the carriage ahead."
Rong Tang opened his eyes and paused for a moment before asking, "Who are you and what's going on?"
Shuangfu was about to speak when a crying voice of a child came from the front: "Master, kind-hearted man! Please, save my brother! He is dying of illness!"
The voice was too childish and miserable. Rong Tang didn't have time to think. He lifted the curtain and stepped out.
This place is already in the suburbs of the capital, and there are few people. Looking around, there are only a few pedestrians and carriages passing by on the official road. Because the purpose of this trip is to find someone, Rong Tang ordered Shuangfu to drive the car to a place where there are few people, but there are houses and farmlands. With the guards of the palace following behind him, there is no need to worry about any problems.
Here was a wild forest. The little boy who stopped the car was about eight or nine years old. His small clothes were patched, and his exposed wrists were covered with scars that were either caused by stones or bamboo thorns. He knelt on the ground, crying and kowtowing, saying over and over again, "Please, great man, save my brother."
Rong Tang frowned slightly, walked slowly to him, bent down and helped him up: "Tell me slowly, there's no rush, what happened to your brother?"
He wanted to wipe the child's face with a handkerchief, but then he remembered that he often covered his mouth with a handkerchief when coughing. He was afraid of passing germs to the child, so he folded his sleeves and gently wiped the dirty dust off his face.
The child was quite pretty, with a pair of particularly big eyes that looked like a pair of small apricot kernels when he cried. Seeing his actions, he looked up at this kind-hearted brother with some confusion.
He had been out for several days and had stopped many carriages, but the masters and ladies inside either ignored him or sent people to drive him away. Some even had people beat him up. He hid all the way and by today he had run out of dry food. He thought that if he couldn't find anyone to help him, he would have to go to the city to steal money to hire a doctor.
His brother wouldn't let him go into the city alone, but his brother was badly injured and had been lying in bed for several days. He drew a few marks on the road imitating the ones his brother used to communicate with other people, but no one came back.
He didn't know what everyone was doing or why they hadn't come home for so long. He only knew that his brother was about to die.
Thinking of this, the child's nose felt sore and tears as big as beans flowed down his face, hitting Rong Tang one by one and wetting a large area of his sleeves.
Rong Tang frowned, and just about to pick up the child, he realized that his body would probably shake even if he held a pot of tea. Helplessly, he could only coax the child gently: "You show me the way, take me to find your brother."
The child couldn't even make a sound of crying, his face was red and dirty, and he stared at Rong Tang blankly with wide eyes: "Really?"
"Really." Rong Tang smiled, his eyes forming a pair of crescents: "I have a lot of money, I can help your brother find a doctor."
The child was stunned for two or three seconds, then he knelt down and kowtowed to Rong Tang: "Thank you, kind man!"
Rong Tang was startled by him, took a step back and coughed for a long time. Shuangfu hurried over and helped the two of them into the carriage, then drove along the road the child pointed out.
Rong Tang coughed for a while in the car before he gradually came to his senses and found that the way the children looked at him was particularly interesting.
"Are you... going to die too?" the little guy asked timidly.
Rong Tang laughed immediately. He didn't hear any malice in these words. On the contrary, the child's eyes were pure and all he saw was worry that the other person himself didn't even notice.
Perhaps the fact that his brother was dying had given him such a huge shock that he seemed to be very afraid of anyone appearing weak and pitiful in front of him.
Rong Tang rubbed his hair, turned sideways and searched in the secret compartment of the carriage, and found a bag of candied fruit.
He took medicine all year round, and every room in the yard and every carriage he took would be regularly replaced with the freshest candied fruits by Shuangfu and Shuangshou.
"I'm not going to die yet." Rong Tang smiled and handed over the candied fruit. "What's your name?"
"Xiao Zhu..." the other person said, looking at the bag of sweet preserves for a long time without daring to touch it, but he was almost drooling with greed. Rong Tang laughed and pushed it again, "Hurry up and take it, you just scared me and made me cough, I don't have the strength to take it."
Xiao Zhu then hurriedly held the candied fruit in his arms and looked at Rong Tang worriedly.
Rong Tang didn't say anything, but leaned back and dozed off in the carriage: "Give directions to my brother outside, and call me when you get there."
Xiao Zhu responded "OK" in a daze, but sat silently for a long time. Until he was sure that Rong Tang really had no intention of opening his eyes, he took out a candied fruit from the bag and put it into his mouth as quickly and silently as a kitten. During the movement, his sleeves slid down and the inky black dagger handle flashed by.
[Host, you saved a little thief. ]
"I know." Rong Tang replied, feeling quite happy. He had seen it when he got off the bus. The kid not only had a knife hidden in his sleeve, but also had a sharp blade tied to his calf. But he still brought him up.
System question: [Why? ]
Rong Tang: "Why would there be a child wandering around alone in the wilderness? Even if there was, it's probably a lost child from a nearby village. How could he be so defensive as to carry two daggers?"
The system analyzed: [Taught by an adult... or it may be related to the adult's occupation.]
Rong Tang smiled: "I'm pretty lucky, aren't I?"
The eldest princess is quite right, but just do good things and don’t worry about the future.
Even though he had doubts at first, when he heard Xiao Zhu crying so miserably, Rong Tang was ready to help him. It was not until he got out of the car and saw that he realized this might be the person he was looking for.
'The adopted son of the former chief envoy of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the orphans he adopted', near Gyeonggi Province.
These two key pieces of information are in front of us, almost directly pointing to Xiao Zhu's identity. Now I just hope that the brother he mentioned can still be saved...
They soon arrived at the destination. Rong Tang got out of the car and saw why Shuangfu had been wandering in the woods for so long without finding anyone.
In front of him was a yard, hidden in a bamboo forest. It was emerald green and light yellow in color. A stranger couldn't see the entrance at all.
There are not many houses, but each room is very spacious. The bed is a large bunk bed. There are plum blossom stakes in the yard, a few free-range chickens scattered in front of the door, and a thriving vegetable garden behind the house.
There was a little boy at the door holding a bowl and feeding chickens. He looked about six or seven years old, even younger than Xiao Zhu, with two small tufts of hair on his head. When he saw his companions coming back, he immediately rushed over and asked excitedly, "Have you found a doctor?"
"No, but I found a kind-hearted brother!" Xiao Zhu replied.
So the little guy took one look at Rong Tang and was about to kneel down and kowtow. Rong Tang finally stopped him this time and said with a helpless smile: "Take me in to see your brother."
There was a small crucible in the corner of the yard, in which was boiled a dark Chinese medicine of unknown origin. Rong Tang followed the two children into the house and saw a person lying on the bed.
The weather in February can only be considered the beginning of spring, and is not too cool. The man's lips are pale and his forehead is covered with sweat. The quilt is not thick enough, so he covers it with several pieces of clothes in an attempt to add heat to him.
Rong Tang estimated that the young man was about 27 or 28 years old, which was consistent with his age.
He frowned, but before he could say anything, the man woke up immediately, coughed twice, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Zhu...are you back?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something was wrong. As soon as he opened his eyes, a sharp cold light flashed out uncontrollably. Before Rong Tang could move, a silver light flew out from the bed and headed straight for his neck.
The crisis alarm sounded instantly, and Rong Tang instinctively took a half step to the side. The blade then scratched his neck, leaving a streak of blood.
He felt pain, and before he could say anything, the second blade flew out.
Rong Tang was horrified and was about to stretch out his hand to block it, but a bamboo leaf flew in from the direction of the door and collided with the blade, changing the direction of the tip of the blade.
Rong Tang immediately moved away from the bed to avoid being attacked again. He drew his attention back and saw someone standing at the door.
Green clothes, white face, two butterfly knives on the waist.
[Host, we meet again.] The system said coldly.
Rong Tang had seen this person, Liuyun, the person who poisoned him in his first life.
One of Su Huaijing's confidants.
(End of this chapter)