This is not the first time I have asked this question, but I didn’t need to think about it before, but now I have to think about it.
Time travel is absurd in itself, and adding any number of unbelievable premises to the absurd reality does not seem to matter and is easy to accept.
To a certain extent, the main brain does have a controlling effect on Rong Tang. After the mission fails, he will also be punished to varying degrees by being fed back to the sick body.
He had read a lot of time-travel novels in his previous life, and there was a real system in his mind, so Rong Tang had never doubted the authenticity of the system and the tasks.
But now thinking about it, is it really true
The system obviously didn't know the answer either. It couldn't even confirm the former decisively, and only whispered: [Tangtang, I don't know.]
It is a stupid system that can neither restore the host's health nor contact the main brain. Now even the truth about the origin of the time travel is unknown.
There is no more useless system in the world.
The system was dejected. Rong Tang closed his eyes for a long time, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "It doesn't matter."
He lay in bed, thinking silently.
Heavy snow and cold weather can make people sick, as can natural disasters. But even during the seven days of heavy rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Rong Tang had never been so seriously ill.
The pool of thick black blood on the ground was evidence, telling Rong Tang clearly that he was almost dying.
Rong Tang had doubts about many things before. He even doubted the true positions of Mu Jingxu and Ke Hongxue because they had not been punished by the main brain for a long time.
But what if the premise is wrong from the beginning
Wouldn't it be that if the male protagonist is frustrated, he will be punished
When Sheng Chengli was released from the cold palace, Rong Tang was still recovering from a serious illness and was unable to accurately judge whether his condition had worsened.
How could one explain the intense pain in Song Yuan if it wasn't because someone close to Sheng Chengli had died
To Sheng Chengli, Yue Rong was a being who would die sooner or later.
Her death would bring countless benefits to the male protagonist, so Rong Tang felt an intense pain as if he was being torn apart.
Based on this possibility…
They foiled Sheng Chengli's plan, but Rong Tang was not punished;
He brought Su Huaijing to snatch Su Lianer away, but Rong Tang was not punished;
Rong Tang was not punished for persuading Ke Mu to change sides;
Sheng Chengli's leg is broken, Duke Xianguo's mansion is burned down, Sheng Chengli leaves the capital to guard the imperial mausoleum...
Each of these things was of no benefit to the male protagonist, and Rong Tang was never punished once.
He originally thought that the brain had judged that Sheng Chengli would learn kung fu to heal his injured leg by going to the imperial mausoleum, so it did not punish himself, but it seemed that was not the case.
It's just simple and does not benefit the male protagonist.
Now that Sheng Chengli has returned to the capital, appreciated by the emperor, and is back on his established path, he has been given a more luxurious mansion that demonstrates his supreme favor. Rong Tang's condition has worsened without warning.
It came with great force and devastating force, as if it was going to drag him into the bottomless abyss.
So what exactly is this
Rong Tang began to recall.
In the previous two lives, every time after helping Sheng Chengli achieve a stage of success, his condition would improve significantly and be almost the same as that of an ordinary person.
Over and over again, he got used to it and was convinced that this was the system's reward for him completing his mission.
But he forgot that after those improvements, perhaps half a month at most or three to five days at least, he would inevitably encounter various accidents which would worsen his condition.
But usually at that time, because he had just obtained the system coins and had enough funds to exchange for medicines to relieve the pain and illness, he subconsciously ignored the pain.
Because it is too common and easy to solve.
Blessings often go hand in hand with misfortunes. This is an acceptable price to pay and is not fatal, so it is not worth undue attention.
But what if the improvement in those three to five days was just an illusion
He devoted all his efforts to assist the male protagonist of Tiandao in two lives at the request of the system and the main brain. What is this
Complement each other? Or do they counteract each other
What is harmful to Yu Shengchengli is beneficial to Yu Rongtang;
Yu Shengchengli is beneficial, while Yu Rongtang is harmful.
What about him himself
besides…
Rong Tang opened his eyes, and for a moment his vision was blank and he couldn't focus. He looked at the carved bed board above his head and fell into deep thought for a long time.
What is Su Huaijing
He and Sheng Chengli are mutually reinforcing and counterproductive, so what role should the villain in this story play
Someone went and came back. There were footsteps at the door. The wooden door creaked open and closed. Su Huaijing stood outside the screen and called softly, "Tangtang?"
Instead of walking in directly, Rong Tang came to his senses, looked at the bloodstain on the floor beside the bed, and shed two tears without warning.
Rong Tang wasn't actually sad, he was just... a little confused.
For the past two lives, for this seriously ill body that is difficult to cure, and for Su Huaijing’s excessive intelligence and thoughtfulness.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I just coughed up blood."
The air was frozen for a moment, and Su Huaijing said, "Today's sunset is beautiful."
Rong Tang smiled and asked, "Can you carry me on your back?"
"Tangtang is fine." The villain finally walked out from behind the screen, without even glancing at the pool of blood on the ground. He helped Rongtang up from the bed, put on his coat one by one, and then smiled and gave him a slightly bitter kiss on the corner of his lips: "Tangtang is much better."
He said this in an ambiguous tone. Rong Tang did not refute him, but obediently opened his arms and wanted to lie on his back. However, Su Huaijing stretched out his hand, bent down, and picked him up from the bed.
Rong Tang was slightly startled. Su Huaijing lowered his head and gently rubbed his nose, which was so thin that the outline of bones could almost be seen, and said softly: "Tangtang, hold me tight."
On a sunny day after the snow, the clouds are scattered and flickering, and on the edge of the clear winter sky, there are layers of rolling and overlapping clouds.
—Extremely like the edge of the gray mist in his mind.
Rong Tang thought about it, leaning on Su Huaijing's shoulder, his voice so soft that it sounded like a whisper, the most intimate touch between lovers: "Huaijing."
"I am here."
Rong Tang: "It's not that easy for me to die."
Su Huaijing did not respond.
Rong Tang chuckled: "You are too nervous."
The wind blew through the yard, and clusters of white snowflakes fell from the pear tree.
They admired the snow scene for a long time, so long that Rong Tang thought Su Huaijing was actually silently refuting his assertion. He lowered his eyes and asked Rong Tang in a low voice, asking himself: "How can I not be nervous?"
Qi and blood become weaker and weaker day by day, and the pulse becomes more disordered and troublesome day by day.
No matter how precious and rare the medicinal herbs are, they can only only provide one-tenth or one-twentieth of the effect, filling the bottomless hole.
He saw with his own eyes that Rong Tang became weak, and felt with his own hands the flesh he had grown with great effort becoming thinner day by day. How could he not be nervous
Su Huaijing said: "Tangtang is so smart, why don't you tell me how to not be nervous?"
He was frightened to death.
He lost his parents at the age of eight, and was still very young, so he didn’t know what life and death really meant.
At the age of eighteen, how could he deceive himself
At a certain moment, Su Huaijing suddenly understood why Mu Jingxu would rather deny it than give Ke Hongxue any hope.
You will die.
It is a disappearance that will never be seen, encountered or heard again in this world.
The dead and the living will never meet again. Year after year, the spring breeze blows through the weeds on the grave, and day after day, the insects drill into the coffin and gnaw on the rotten flesh.
What if Tangtang is so afraid of pain and can endure pain so well, but doesn’t come to him in his dreams even after being bitten so hard
Where should he hide Tangtang so that she won't be infected and corrupted, and her body won't be coveted by swarms of necrophile insects
Su Huaijing was almost confused to death.
The clouds gathered and dispersed, and a few sparrows flew into the yard. They jumped from the wall to the treetops, and then flew from the treetops to the kitchen, wanting to steal a taste of the rice that had leaked from the edge of the bowl.
Rong Tang turned his head and saw the expressions of the people around him. For a moment, he felt that he was the one who was sick, but it was Su Huaijing who was possessed by the nightmare.
He was so heartbroken that he forced himself to smile and leaned over to kiss the villain's pretty and delicate face bit by bit.
—The number of times he took the initiative to stay with Huai Jing these days was more than in the past two years combined.
It's hard not to comfort a child who is confused and depressed.
Rong Tang held Su Huaijing's face. There was still a taste of rust in his throat that seemed to be rushing out. He swallowed it with difficulty and slowly kissed his lover.
The sound falls into the ears, it is the whisper between lovers, and also the gift of God's favor.
"When I get better, we'll consummate our marriage." Rong Tang said with a smile, "Life is short, and the night of love is short. How can you count the days until you die?"
(End of this chapter)