Because of Su Huaijing's words "bone pain", Rong Tang was nervous for many days.
He didn't know if the villain was really in pain, and if so, why.
But no matter whether it was true or false, pathological pain or mental suffering, in Rong Tang's cognition, a person like Su Huaijing who could endure pain would lean on him, as fragile as a paper lantern that could be blown to pieces by the wind at any time, and whispered about his own pain, which must be the extreme pain.
He felt scared, even more so than the chronic illnesses that caused him occasional pain.
He called a doctor to take Su Huaijing's pulse. The latter had just returned home from work and saw the white-bearded doctor in the main room. He was stunned for two seconds, then stretched out his wrist under Rong Tang's undisguised look of concern and nervousness.
After realizing the reason for this treatment, Su Huaijing suppressed his emotions for a moment, but finally couldn't help laughing.
"I just want you to love me." The villain said this without any psychological burden, took Rong Tang's hand and squeezed it little by little: "I like Tang Tang too much, so I just want to act coquettishly with you, don't be too nervous."
He didn't intend to tell Rong Tang why he said that his bones hurt. It really hurt. He broke his bones one by one and clearly felt the vitality in his body almost exhausted in an instant. Even a soldier on the battlefield would feel scared, let alone an eight-year-old child.
No matter if it was Xingfeng or Bi Xin. Anyone who had seen Su Huaijing rolling on the bed in pain but never saying a word could understand why his master became colder and colder day by day, and could accept that the most lovely and well-behaved little prince in the palace had developed a character that came out of hell.
This was the most impeccable and painful experience. Su Huaijing loved to act like a spoiled child and would say pitiful words from time to time to make Rong Tang feel sorry for him, but he didn't want to tell Rong Tang a single thing about this.
There is no need, and I don't want to see him feel sorry for me.
What he said was not very sensible, but Rong Tang rolled his eyes at him, pulled his hand out of Su Huaijing's palm, took a prescription on the table, slapped it in front of Su Huaijing, and said coldly: "Drink medicine with me from now on."
Very fierce.
Su Huaijing blinked, lowered his head and glanced at the prescription.
He wanted to say that he was a doctor and knew exactly what diseases he had, and that he didn't need to take medicine every day.
But what was written on the paper was indeed a prescription for relieving the mind, and treating overwork, and deficiency of energy and blood.
"… "
Su Huaijing blinked and tried to act coquettishly with Rong Tang: "Can't I not drink it?"
"No!" Rong Tang said sternly, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "You are not allowed to act like a spoiled child either!"
What kind of person is this? He is obviously a doctor, but he tampers with his medicine every day. He even dares to take pills that only weak people can take while in bed. In the end, he doesn't even realize that he has been tense for so many years and has become empty, right? !
If it weren't for that meaningless murmur, Rong Tang wouldn't even know that Su Huaijing's body had indeed been pushed to its limit.
He is only twenty years old!
He indulges in lust every day!
The more Rong Tang thought about it, the angrier he became. Little flames appeared in his eyes, and the look he gave Su Huaijing became colder and more brutal with each passing second.
The villain trembled slightly uncontrollably, and rarely admitted his weakness, retracted his hand, pinched his fingertips, and whispered: "Okay, I'll listen to Tangtang."
Rong Tang felt a little better, but Su Huaijing moved his hand back to Rong Tang again, carefully hooking his fingertips. His voice was weak, with a hint of weakness and pleading: "Tang Tang, don't be angry. I know I was wrong."
Rong Tang: “…”
It’s so annoying, he really has no way to deal with the villain!
Rong Tang was silent for a few seconds, and could only glare at Su Huaijing again, but the momentum in his eyes decreased sharply.
So the latter smiled sweetly and rubbed against me again, "I know Tangtang loves me."
There is no pain that lasts forever. Time will heal the wound. Scars are glaring but not painful. They are just a warning. But someone appeared outside of time, carefully put his finger on the scar, gently stroked it, and whispered to him: "Does it hurt?"
A small flower suddenly grew on the ugly and twisted wound, just like a pupa transforming into a butterfly.
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The secrets of the royal family have never been widely circulated among the people. Even though the incident on the day of the empress dowager's funeral caused a lot of controversy, after three or five days, no one dared to discuss it publicly.
The Empress Dowager was laid to rest, the Emperor was sick and bedridden, and the common people were just living their days cautiously and not daring to speak out, for fear that one day they would gossip and the armored Jinwu Guards holding spears would knock on the gates and throw them all into jail.
It was a weirdness that was obvious to all, and an unspeakable injustice, but no one dared to discuss it or speak out about it.
Su Huaijing sat on the gilded building, looking at the bustling crowd in Yujing City, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips.
He was here to keep an appointment, but the person he invited had not yet arrived.
He waited for a few more breaths, and the erhu player downstairs changed a song, and then the door of the private room was pushed open.
Su Huaijing's expression remained unchanged. He still sat by the window, casually looking at the cruise ship on the Jinfen River that was built in the Jiangnan style.
"Lord Su." A voice sounded from the door, clear and pleasant, exactly the tone that a gentleman should have in the minds of ordinary people.
Su Huaijing finally withdrew his gaze, raised his eyes lazily, and looked at the person who came with an expression that could not be described as pity or some other emotion.
There are many words in this world to describe the youthful spirit, but they always include bright and clear sky, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.
Ignoring all inherent prejudices and grudges, Su Huaijing viewed it from an outsider's perspective and thought that Sheng Chengli did have a very advantageous appearance.
He stared and thought for a while, this man seemed to be only eighteen years old now.
When I was eighteen years old...
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Su Huaijing raised his lips and smiled lightly, saying, "Your Highness."
He did not stand up or salute. They were not in the court or the palace. They both knew that they had their own ulterior motives and were too lazy to go through the superficial work in private.
A hint of surprise flashed across Sheng Chengli's brows, but he did not point it out. Instead, he walked into the private room and let the door close behind him.
There was no food on the table, and Su Huaijing looked like he had no intention of having dinner with him. He leaned lazily against the back of his chair, not looking like a powerful official, nor a treacherous villain with ulterior motives.
He was just a romantic young man created by the sun, moon, gold and powder in the city of Yujing. Even when he saw Sheng Chengli, he could still raise his head and maintain a faint smile.
He asked, "Your Highness invited me to the banquet. What is the reason?"
Sheng Chengli was a little stunned. Not only did he remain on guard at all, but he became even more tense because of Su Huaijing's attitude, like a bowstring that was stretched to the limit.
He frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his brows and sat opposite Su Huaijing. He couldn't tell what he was thinking about. He poured himself a glass of wine and thought for a moment.
Looking up again, Sheng Chengli looked at Su Huaijing, stared at him for a moment, and asked, "What do you want?"
It seems that his brain is not in good condition, Su Huaijing thought.
Sheng Chengli said, "I just feel like we are old enemies."
Su Huaijing raised his eyebrows, without commenting, sat up slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and watched the clear liquid in the glass tremble.
"We are old enemies," Sheng Chengli repeated, with a somewhat difficult to understand meaning in his words: "But it seems that we are not."
Su Huaijing did not comment and did not say anything.
Sheng Chengli said, "I used to think that you and I should fight to the death until one of us is completely defeated, but it seems that it is not that simple."
"If it weren't for you, my second brother wouldn't have left the capital so easily, my third brother wouldn't have died so quickly, and even my sixth brother wouldn't have been honored and favored one day and then guarded the imperial mausoleum the next. But these are actually-"
Sheng Chengli paused and said, "These are all what I want to achieve."
Su Huaijing finally raised his eyes, as if he was aroused a little interest by his words.
Sheng Chengli: "Master Shaoqing taught me not to trust anyone completely, and Master Shaofu taught me that power and money are enough to buy someone's life."
He began to speak in words that others could not understand. Even if Mu Jingxu or Ke Hongxue were here, they might not be able to fully understand the meaning of Sheng Chengli's words, because they had never actually taught him those words.
But he continued to talk on his own: "But the teacher... also told me that I am a special existence in this world, and it is my job to stop all disputes and conflicts. He wants to see me reach that position with his own eyes."
The bony fingers gripping the wine glass suddenly tightened, and Su Huaijing's pupils locked for a moment, then quickly relaxed, as if the impulse to kill the person in front of him just now was just an illusion.
Sheng Chengli seemed to be completely unaware and said, "He taught me a lot and told me a lot. I once thought that he and I were the closest people in the world."
He paused, deliberately leaving room for Su Huaijing to think.
"He told me that he came to save me." Sheng Chengli raised his head and looked into Su Huaijing's eyes. He looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Do you understand that feeling? Walking alone in the dark for many years, someone rushes to you regardless of everything, and even though he himself is ill, he still tries his best to protect you..."
"He is a god from heaven, who came only to save you. Everything he does is to fulfill his original promise. No matter how many people come and go, he will always stand behind you, where you can see him as soon as you turn around."
Su Huaijing put down his wine glass, let his fingers hang down, and slowly searched for something under the table, with a faint smile on his face as calm as water.
Sheng Chengli frowned, looking a little annoyed, unable to see through his disguise, and whispered, "How could I doubt the sincerity of such a person?"
"I thought we were enemies. I thought he was betraying me by making friends with you. I thought he would stab me in the back one day, so I wanted to separate from him. I wanted to eliminate the possibility of being betrayed in advance."
"But it seems not. We are not enemies. Everything you do is beneficial to me. Every plan I make can pave the way for you." Sheng Chengli raised his head, with morning stars in his eyes. The Creator favored him to the extreme: "If we are not enemies, but destined companions, then what difference does it make who he goes to?"
"He helps you, and he helps me; he helps me, and he helps you."
Sheng Chengli said: "So I want to know what you want, and I will help you achieve it. We are supposed to be in the same camp."
Children who grew up in the royal family, no matter how unbearable it is to be abandoned, can never get rid of their noble pride and power-seeking mentality.
He looked at Su Huaijing and clearly conveyed a fact to him: Rong Tang is helping you, which is actually helping me. No matter what time or what life, he will always stand on my side. And you should help me, too.
Su Huaijing was a jealous person. He could not accept anyone coveting and plundering Rong Tang. But at this moment, he had already pinched the poison between his fingers under the table, but he put it back, raised his eyelids, smiled softly, and asked, "Are you done?"
Sheng Chengli was slightly startled, and unconsciously tensed his body and looked at Su Huaijing.
"Why are you so nervous that you rush to me in a panic, trying to sow discord between us?"
Su Huaijing smiled lightly, thought for a moment, and said softly, "Ah," "Did you discover that your father killed your grandmother?"
"Even though the Eighth Prince was not his own flesh and blood, and even though it was his mother who discovered the secret, he killed her without hesitation, thus securing the Eighth Prince's status as the legitimate prince?"
Su Huaijing smiled gently, but like a demon crawling out of hell, his voice was light and shallow: "Why? Because he wants to send the eighth prince to the throne, or... because he found out that you want to kill him?"
Sheng Chengli became nervous in an instant, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and his eyes were full of vigilance and fear as he looked at Su Huaijing.
The other party just poured the glass of wine on the table and said in a gentle tone: "You found that your plan was not as smooth as before, and you also realized that you had no counselors around you and it became difficult to move forward, so you panicked. Do you want me to help you?"
"I… "
"Just tell the truth." Su Huaijing interrupted him, like a parent who indulges his child in making mistakes.
He said: "Tell me what you want to achieve and where you are missing something, and maybe I will do it for you."
Sheng Chengli was stunned for a moment. He knew very well that Su Huaijing didn't believe a word he had just said, but his answer was an unquestionable promise.
Sheng Chengli opened his eyes, his eye sockets swollen and a little painful. He blinked lightly, looked at Su Huaijing, and asked, "Why?"
Su Huaijing just asked back: "He wants to see you get to that position, doesn't he?"
He said: "Since it is his wish, I will fulfill it for him."
Sparks instantly surged in Sheng Chengli's eyes, but just when he was extremely excited, Su Huaijing stood up and looked down at him. What flashed in his eyes was not contempt or hatred, but just a very peaceful look, as if he was looking at an ant.
"As for the rest, I don't believe a word of it, and you are indeed not my mortal enemy."
It would be ridiculous if a person who has no desires, is about to become an immortal, and has a natural compassion for everyone, came to save people and tried to blackmail them into repaying their kindness.
Su Huaijing might have regarded Sheng Chengli as a thorn in his side, but at that moment just now, he suddenly understood.
There is no need. This person has never touched even one ten-thousandth of Tangtang's truth, so how can he be qualified to be his enemy
Go wherever you want. If that is Rong Tang’s wish, no matter which life it is, Su Huaijing will fulfill it for him.
And after that…
Su Huaijing suddenly smiled a smile brighter than the autumn moon, like a child who had flipped through an entire library of books and finally found the standard answer.
After that, he could kill the man in front of him without any scruples, right
(End of this chapter)