Rong Tang felt a bitter taste in his tongue even when he sat in the private room of Lanyue Pavilion.
He couldn't stop sticking out his tongue like a kitten drinking milk. He would stretch it out little by little, but then felt it was not elegant and retracted it. He went back and forth stealthily, testing the waters, and quietly saying bad things about the villain in his heart.
Su Huaijing caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and the evil thoughts that made him so angry at his little Bodhisattva that he wanted to feed him a pill as big as a lion's head disappeared in an instant.
He remembered to bring tea leaves with him when he came to Lanyue Pavilion this time. He asked Shuangshou to brew some and send it over. Then he placed it in front of Rong Tang in a flattering manner and coaxed him softly, "Tangtang, have some tea?"
Rong Tang glanced at him unhappily and asked, "Did you put coptis root in this too?"
He is so smart!
Rong Tang had traveled through three lives, and he might not have tasted all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, but he knew all kinds of medicinal soups and pills. Chinese medicine tasted very strange, some were astringent, some were sour, some were fishy, and some were spicy with sweetness. Anyway, none of them tasted good.
But! In his three lifetimes! He had never once! Drink such bitter medicine soup as the one Su Huaijing prepared for him these days!!!
He saw with his own eyes Su Huaijing breaking the long strips of Coptis chinensis into pieces bit by bit and putting them into the crucible for boiling medicine!
That’s too much!
Rong Tang couldn't stop his temper as soon as he started complaining, and asked with a gloomy face: "Are you trying to murder your husband so that you can inherit my estate?"
He had said countless times before and after the wedding that he would wait for him to die, but this was the only time that Su Huaijing did not feel displeased when he heard him say this. Instead, he was so cute that his eyebrows curved. He said softly, "How dare I?"
Rong Tang snorted from his nose without looking at him. Su Huaijing obediently poured him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him, then bent over and blinked at him.
Rong Tang lost all the bluffing he had when he was stared at by him. His mouth felt very bitter and he really wanted to drink something sweet to soothe the pain. He moved in his chair, half turned sideways to block Su Huaijing's sight, and sipped his tea in small sips.
The moment the sweetness entered his mouth, Rong Tang's eyebrows relaxed comfortably, and he couldn't help but lift his feet on the ground. As expected, no matter how good the environment in Songyuan was or how sumptuous the banquet was, the tea could never compare to Su Huaijing's.
The favorability level that the villain had gained by feeding himself the bitter herb has recovered a little!
Su Huaijing watched him drinking tea in a deceptive way and was so adorable that he didn't know what to say. His hands were itching to touch, and he was a little afraid that he would not be able to resist pinching Rong Tang's mouth that was moistened by the tea. He restrained himself and looked away. He picked up a few lychees from the table and peeled them silently to divert his evil thoughts.
There are always a lot of people in Lanyue Pavilion at night, and this is the second to last day of the flower-folding party. People will leave one after another tomorrow afternoon, so this night is particularly lively. Even if you sit in the box, you can constantly hear the noises coming from outside.
Someone knocked on the screen and Sheng Chengming came in with Lu Jiaxi.
Rong Tang was secretly drinking his third cup of tea. Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Your Highness, are you and Master Lu hitting it off right away?"
Lu Jiaxi followed behind Sheng Chengming. The moment he saw an acquaintance, he made a bitter face, as if asking for help. Sheng Chengming laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, Xiao Lu is very interesting. His poems and words are very much to my liking. I even want to take him as my younger brother!"
Rong Tang's hands trembled, and some of the tea in the cup spilled out. He secretly glanced at Su Huaijing's expression and said, "Your Highness is too kind."
Xiao Lu is so pitiful. For no apparent reason, he almost became one of Su Huaijing's enemies.
Lu Jiaxi had a sad face, like a child seeing an adult, and kept winking at Rong Tang. But when Sheng Chengming turned around, he smiled and patted his shoulder hard: "Little Lu is so cute!"
Lu Jiaxi immediately changed his face to a happy and delighted one, just like the Sichuan Opera: "Thank you for not abandoning me, Your Highness."
He and Sheng Chengming spent the whole day strolling around today, looking around here and there, and even became familiar with all the young men from the aristocratic families in the capital. The amount of social interaction he had was more than in the previous five days combined.
Lu Jiaxi especially missed the days of writing poetry with Lord Mu. At least if he didn't say anything, Mu Jingxu could go the whole afternoon without saying a word!
Rong Tang wanted to laugh as he watched from across from them, once again confirming that Su Huaijing and Ke Hongxue had teamed up this time just to pave the way for Lu Jiaxi, but the way this road was paved seemed a little against the will of heaven.
Rong Tang was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the corners of his lips were raised and his eyes were very gentle, until Su Huaijing came over, quietly put his hand behind his waist, put his arm around him, turned him around, and asked sinisterly, "Are they good-looking?"
Rong Tang was stunned for a very short second and was a little overwhelmed.
It was clearly him who was angry just now, what’s wrong with the villain!
He sighed inwardly, and stuffed a lychee that Su Huaijing had just peeled on the table into his mouth, making his entire cheeks puffy, and then coaxed him: "You look the best."
Su Huaijing was startled for a moment, then he smiled and started eating the lychees readily, finding them extremely sweet.
Rong Tang couldn't help laughing again. It was difficult for him to remain angry with Su Huaijing for a long time. And when it came to being angry, he himself felt that it was more like a slight grievance of being bullied.
But I don’t feel really aggrieved, it’s just that my mouth feels bitter.
Thinking of this, Rong Tang felt the astringent taste that he had suppressed with great difficulty rushing into his mouth. He had no choice but to start stuffing lychees into his mouth again.
Until the moon was at its zenith, the shadows of dancing and music could be heard on the pleasure boats on the Lotus Lake. After the opera started downstairs with the sound of gongs and drums, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd, as if they were stunned by someone's appearance.
Rong Tang's eyes lit up, he spat out the lychee seed in his mouth, and excitedly pulled Su Huaijing's arm and went out.
Su Huaijing didn't react, and was dragged out by him. He squeezed into an empty seat on the third floor railing and looked down. He saw the concubine appearing in the play on the stage in the hall. She was dressed like a brothel girl, with a slender waist and sharp shoulders, silky eyebrows and eyes full of affection. Her amber pupils fell on anyone's face in the pavilion. Just a glance at them could easily make people feel that they were favored by the beauty.
Su Huaijing was instinctively displeased.
He frowned and looked at Rong Tang, who was clearly very interested and staring at him. He couldn't help feeling irritated. His fingers hung at his side and rubbed his waist badge, his eyes becoming increasingly darker.
I want to take Tangtang back.
Want to lock him up.
I don't want him to look at other people.
I didn't want him to look at other people so seriously in front of me.
Think of making a golden chain.
The attic was heavily lit, the crowd was noisy, and the sounds of insects in the early summer night were drowned out by the human voices. When the evil thoughts were about to ferment, Rong Tang turned his body and pulled Huai Jing, staring at him with shining eyes, and said, "Huai Jing, look!"
Su Huaijing paused. The touch of his wrist being held was warm and real, like a ray of warm sunlight, rushing in unstoppably and driving away the evil thoughts in his heart.
He was silent for a moment, then held Rong Tang with his backhand, moved closer, lowered his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"That actress." Rong Tang said with a smile, but the next second his wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt, and he couldn't help but let out a slight hiss.
Su Huaijing was brought back to his senses by his gentle call. He loosened his grip and quickly turned away Rong Tang's hand and rolled up his sleeves. Several conspicuous finger marks were visible on the pale skin.
Su Huaijing immediately felt regretful.
He lowered his eyes, rubbed Rong Tang's face with a somewhat depressed look, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."
Rong Tang blinked, not understanding why he apologized: "You didn't mean it, and it doesn't hurt that much."
"… "
Some people are little bodhisattvas in heaven, who always indulge the people in this world, as if they will not be blamed no matter how many sinful evil thoughts they have.
Su Huaijing thought, I did it on purpose.
He suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked softly, "What is she doing?"
Rong Tang came back to his senses instantly, his eyes lit up, and he gently hooked his hand to let him come closer.
Su Huaijing leaned over to hear Rong Tang whispering fiercely, "I want to rob someone!"
"… "
Su Huaijing's eyes darkened, and he pressed his tongue against his cheek. He wanted to lock up this particularly disobedient prince, but reason finally held back his impulse. He lowered his voice, lowered his eyelashes to block the dark tide in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Tangtang, do you want to take a concubine?"
Rong Tang was in high spirits, but when he heard this, he was stunned and his whole body stiffened.
Su Huaijing noticed the changes in the person in front of him. The waves in his eyes surged and roared more and more violently, but the words he spoke became more and more gentle: "If Tangtang takes her into the mansion, where do you plan to place her?"
Su Huaijing asked one question at a time.
"Should we also buy her a study?"
"What about the bedroom? Is it exactly like yours?"
"Do you want to give her a house and a carriage as well?"
He even laughed softly as he spoke. The people around him looked downstairs, no one paid attention to this corner, they were very close, like ears rubbing against each other. Su Huaijing raised his hand and straightened Rong Tang's collar, but his thumb slowly and gently touched his neck, and with a little force, a pink mark was left on the pale and fragile throat.
Su Huaijing looked at the bright pink color, smiled and asked softly: "Tangtang... you are feeling better now, do you want to have children?"
There was melodious opera music downstairs, the Hua Dan sang with tears in her eyes when she sang the sad parts, and the atmosphere was filled with gorgeous music and drums.
A few lights upstairs were turned off, and the light was dim and ambiguous. Rong Tang rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, leaned forward, and almost docilely and proactively bumped into Su Huaijing's chest.
He raised his head slightly, leaned close to Su Huaijing's ear, and lowered his voice, softly and obediently replied: "Is that how you look at me?"
There was a dark look in Su Huaijing's eyes, but he did not respond.
Rong Tang sighed softly, his voice was very light, but it was full of subconscious doting: "Huai Jing, I am selfish and I hate trouble. It is enough for me to meet one person in my life who I love. If there is another one, I am afraid that I will annoy myself to death first."
"Is there something I did wrong? Why are you so unconfident?" Rong Tang asked in confusion, "You are beautiful and smart, gentle and considerate to me. Apart from the bitterness of the medicine you boiled, I can't find a single bad thing about you. Why do you think I want to take a concubine?"
He said, "I have told you that I want you to help me take care of my mother in the future. If I take a concubine and leave children now, who will take care of you after I am gone? How will you survive in Ningxuan Palace?"
Rong Tang stepped back, raised his eyes and looked into Su Huaijing's eyes, a smile spread across his lips, and he said, "You said it yourself, I'm the only one who cares about you in this world. Coincidentally, I only care about you and mother, so why should I take another concubine back home to add more responsibilities to myself?"
"I'm so tired." He softened his tone, with a hint of coquettishness: "Marrying a wife and taking a concubine is tiring, and giving birth to a child is troublesome. If the child is born with my disease, what kind of person would I be?"
Rong Tang's lips opened and closed: "I can only harm you in this life, don't try to push me away."
He smiled faintly at the dimly lit railing, and for a moment Su Huaijing actually felt that he looked like a typical playboy.
If it weren't for this encounter, if there were other opportunities, maybe I would invite him to the Gilded Tower to taste wine and admire the moon, watch the river lanterns floating under the Jinfen River, and secretly watch his little Bodhisattva under the lights of the night.
He had no resistance to Rong Tang at all.
Su Huaijing was silent for a long time. Rong Tang was worried, not knowing whether he had coaxed her well or not. He waited anxiously until Su Huaijing raised his hand, gently stroked his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."
Rong Tang breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Well, I accept it." He gave a shot of prevention: "Don't do this next time."
Su Huaijing did not respond.
Rong Tang shook the hand he was holding: "Hmm?"
"…" Su Huaijing was silent. The opera downstairs was about to start again. He said, "I can't guarantee it."
Rong Tang's smile froze: "?"
Su Huaijing: "I'll be jealous."
His voice was muffled, not as playful as when he talked to Sheng Chengming this morning. Instead, it gave people an unusually serious feeling: "I will be jealous if you look at others, I will be angry if you like others, and if you tell me who you want to take home, I might go crazy."
Su Huaijing looked straight into his eyes and said, "Tangtang, if you want to be good to me, you can only be good to me in this life."
You must keep an eye on me at all times, you must hold my leash, and you must always be by my side.
If you treat me better, then...
I will give you a prescription that will not make you feel bitter.
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When Sheng Chengming chased out, he inexplicably felt that there was something wrong in the atmosphere between Su Huaijing and Rong Tang.
If it was a sweet and sour green plum before, now it is a bit like an unripe astringent plum. I can’t say what’s wrong with it, but it’s just a bit…
He and Lu Jiaxi looked at each other, and once again saw the meaning of "Why don't I go back" in each other's eyes.
But Rong Tang soon spotted them and raised his hand to greet them: "Second Prince, Master Lu."
Su Huaijing then looked over with some displeasure.
Sheng Chengming: “…”
Lu Jiaxi: “…”
The two of them took a half step back in tacit understanding, then walked forward together, greeting Rong Tang with a fake smile: "Cousin/Prince."
Rong Tang breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside to make room for them: "It's a bit crowded, you guys watch over here."
Sheng Chengming waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I'm not that interested anyway, cousin, you can take care of it."
Rong Tang smiled and said, "I didn't come here to watch this show."
He just wanted to snatch the person away, but who knew that a casual remark he made would trigger the villain's dark transformation.
At a certain moment just now, Rong Tang almost thought that Su Huaijing had collapsed on the spot, and he was so scared that he poked the system desperately.
Fortunately, he didn't. He gave his seat to Sheng Chengming and the other man. A new group of actors were replaced downstairs. Su Lian'er left the stage and went to the small courtyard behind the Lanyue Pavilion to change her clothes. Rong Tang took Su Huaijing's hand and walked out along the stairs.
The baby is in a bad mood and needs to be coaxed.
A child who has been lacking love since childhood finally has someone who cares about him with all his heart. If he suddenly finds out that the other person actually shares this care with other people, and realizes that he may not be the most special one, if it were an ordinary child, he might cry and throw a tantrum. If it were a big villain, he might collapse and turn evil at any time.
If he turns evil, the consequences will be disastrous.
Rong Tang held his hand and walked out along the gravel path on the island in the middle of the lake, just like the night they first arrived, letting the breeze from the lake gently brush through the tips of his hair.
He turned around, looked at Su Huaijing with amusement and anger, and asked: "Am I not good enough to you?"
It's quite heartless.
In his previous two lives, he was never this kind to Sheng Chengli, even with the pressure of system tasks.
Su Huaijing pursed his lips and said nothing. Rong Tang recounted the events one by one for him: "That night at Fengyue Tower, on the carriage to the clinic, you actually wanted to kill me, right?"
Su Huaijing's eyes trembled, his fingers clenched subconsciously, and a thick sweat oozed out of his palms. An unfamiliar emotion called panic and fear arose in his heart.
He opened his lips and instinctively wanted to explain, but he was always good at sophistry and disguise, and at this moment, Rong Tang's light words came out, and he couldn't even find an excuse to deny it.
And Rong Tang didn't seem to need his excuse.
He only glanced at Su Huaijing briefly, and his eyes fell on the road ahead: "You wanted to kill me, but I took you to see a doctor, gave you money and a badge, and said I would marry you. Wasn't I good enough to you?"
Su Huaijing pursed his lips and said nothing.
Rong Tang asked again, "You have only been in Beijing for three months. At first, you lived in Li's house and didn't see outsiders. Later, I went to Yong'an Lane every day, and you only had contact with me. But on the fourth day of our marriage, you went out of the palace. Who did you meet?"
Su Huaijing's heart trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned hot as he looked at Rong Tang.
Rong Tang: "Even if my second brother is friends with Sheng Chengming, how can he get so many rare and expensive medicinal herbs from him? He has parents and sisters, and he got the reward from the prince. Even if he didn't keep it for himself, he should have given it to them. How come it's my turn?"
"Sheng Chengming and I are cousins, but in fact we have no blood relationship at all. Rather than brothers, it is more appropriate to say that we are monarch and subject. My father is a minister of his father, the emperor, so naturally I can only be his subordinate. Why does he have to be so cautious with me and try to please me in every detail as soon as we meet?"
Rong Tang said softly: "The person you met that day was Sheng Chengming, right?"
In fact, there is a lot to say if you look into it.
For example, Su Huaijing's sudden murderous intent after seeing Shen Feiyi coming back; for example, his friendship with Lu Jiaxi; for example, what he said in person, "Only I can benefit."
But once it is revealed, many things will be involved that Rong Tang should not know and has no reason to guess.
Therefore, he only stated the facts that both people could understand and see.
Rong Tang smiled, turned his head and looked at Su Huaijing, his voice was gentle: "If I was not good to you, I should have locked you up at home after knowing that you were secretly working for Sheng Chengming. Why did I let Shuangshou drive the carriage to Liujinlou to pick you up in the middle of the night? Am I too idle?"
Rong Tang didn't care at all that he had other opinions behind her back, nor did he ask him why he did that. He just smiled and expressed that he was really very good to him.
Su Huaijing is not satisfied.
The light on the island is different from that in the Lanyue Pavilion. The lighting is so dim that you can hardly see people's faces, but you can clearly see the pair of bright and smiling eyes in the dark.
Su Huaijing couldn't restrain himself, took a step forward, hugged Rong Tang, buried his head in his neck, and asked in a hoarse voice: "When did you know?"
Rong Tang: "It's early, you don't want to hide from me, right?"
Sometimes Rong Tang really felt that Su Huaijing was a weird kid. On the one hand, he doubted himself, and on the other hand, he did not hide anything and tested him blatantly.
He had no doubt that if he really had other intentions, he would have made the villain a widow long ago.
He found it a little funny and said, "I haven't felt wronged yet, what are you doing?"
She hugged him like a poor little thing, with her head buried and unable to get up. Why was she acting so coquettish
Su Huaijing was silent for a long time, then said in a muffled voice: "Lock me up."
Rong Tang was stunned: "Huh?"
"You said you would lock me up at home," Su Huaijing reminded him, "Just do it."
That's good too. If I can't bear to lock him up, he can lock himself up.
Rong Tang: “?”
He was a little bit incredulous: "Are you serious?"
Su Huaijing took a deep breath and smelled the sandalwood on Rong Tang's body. He calmed down and gritted his teeth in hatred. He really wanted to bite Rong Tang's neck.
He loosened his grip and stepped back: "Fake."
Rong Tang was relieved, but he glanced at him unhappily: "Don't say such things in the future."
"Oh." Su Huaijing said, he asked: "So what do you mean by robbing someone just now?"
In front of us is the small courtyard on the island that was temporarily loaned to the Zi Yu Troupe for residence. The front hall has been converted into a dressing room, and many actors are putting on makeup inside.
There was a servant standing at the door. Rong Tang asked him to go in and inform Miss Su Lian'er to come out. Then he turned to Su Huaijing and said, "The Second Prince is sometimes too reckless and does things without any rules. I am always worried that you will be very tired assisting him, so I want to find an intelligence officer to share some of the hard work for you."
Su Huaijing was stunned. After thinking for two seconds, he realized what he meant and his eyes suddenly widened.
When the other party was about to walk in front of him, Rong Tang raised his hand and said with a smile: "Miss, your reputation is important, please stop."
Su Lian'er was slightly stunned, and stood still. She bowed gracefully and said, "My little girl greets you two gentlemen. I wonder who you are and what do you want from me?"
Rong Tang pulled a jade pendant from his waist and hung it on a branch. He said, "Ning Xuan Palace, Rong Tang. If the young lady finishes singing tonight, she will catch a cold and damage her throat. She will need to rest and will not be able to go to Lan Yue Pavilion."
Su Lian'er frowned: "What do you mean, sir?"
Rong Tang: "Has anyone ever told you that you look very similar to a deceased noble?"
Su Lian'er's expression paused, and there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes when she looked at Rong Tang.
Rong Tang knew that she had heard similar words before.
He sighed slightly and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be used as a pawn and live in fear every day, then listen to me and go back to your room to rest early, and don't go on stage again."
It is true that in the original novel, Su Lian'er was one of the protagonist's concubines, but she died in the bed of a dandy young man who went to the Pear Garden before Sheng Chengli even left the palace and set up his own residence.
In this era, the lives of actors are as worthless as weeds.
Sheng Chengli did avenge her later, but what was the use? The dead cannot be resurrected.
In the previous two lives, Rong Tang wanted to change her fate of death, but everything went against his wishes.
In the first life, Su Lian'er was disfigured and eventually died in a plague; in the second life, she died innocently before the original plot even reached its peak.
With what happened with Nanny Yue in the past, Rong Tang always felt that if Su Lian'er was allowed to have contact with Sheng Chengli again, like in previous lives, she might die earlier.
After he gave her the reminder, he pointed to the jade pendant hanging on the treetop and said, "After you return to the city, if you don't want to make a living by singing opera anymore, you can take this jade pendant to Tang Jing's house in Yong'an Lane to inform them and ask them to find a place for you to live. You can then do something else to make a living."
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant hurried over from the path behind him. Rong Tang froze, but before he could say anything, Su Huaijing pulled him aside. Su Lian'er stepped forward and took away the jade pendant. Before she could even say thank you, the man came to her and said with a smile, "Miss Su sang really well just now. His Highness asked you to go back and said there is a reward."
Rong Tang frowned and wanted to stop him, but Su Huaijing tugged at his sleeve and signaled him to be patient. The next second, he saw Su Lian'er cough twice in a delicate manner, and her voice was so weak that if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear what she said.
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Ahem... I just caught a cold, and I sang for too long just now. I'm really, really exhausted—"
Before she could finish her words, there was a bang, and Rong Tang watched her fall backwards, hit the ground and closed her eyes.
The servant who came to deliver the message was suddenly panicked. There were bursts of noisy footsteps in the courtyard. Rong Tang was stunned, but Su Huaijing beside him laughed softly, his emotion could not be discerned, and he held his hand and walked back the way he came.
After walking a long way, Rong Tang finally came to his senses and pulled Su Huaijing's sleeve: "She is better at acting than you—"
Su Huaijing: “What?”
Rong Tang changed his words: "She is even more ruthless than you. If she falls down like that and hits her head, she might die."
Su Huaijing curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "If she gets hit, she might die, but if she is really taken to Lanyue Pavilion, then she will really die."
Rong Tang was startled and pretended not to know: "What does this mean?"
Su Huaijing looked at him with a smile on his face: "Tangtang really doesn't know?"
Rong Tang: “…”
He was silent, finding the villain very annoying.
Su Huaijing: "She is just an actress, and she was dragged into the calculations of the princes. How can she get away with it? Besides, Sheng Chengming also said that she looks very similar to Concubine Shu, and she looks like the prince's mother. Does Tangtang know what this means?"
Rong Tang: "What?"
Su Huaijing: "First, be hated by the prince himself, or even killed, because he cannot accept that his already criticized mother is once again being laughed at like a plaything; second, be favored by the emperor."
Su Huaijing turned his head and asked, "Which of these two paths do you think is better for her?"
Rong Tang was startled, and a chill suddenly ran down his spine.
Su Huaijing smiled and asked him, "I'm just wondering why Tangtang asked her to take your jade token to my house?"
Rong Tang blinked hard to digest the words that Su Huaijing had just said lightly.
He had never doubted it before, but now he thinks about it.
He clearly has a God's perspective and the ability to teleport, but why couldn't he save Su Lian'er in both lives? Unless -
Unless her death is what the male protagonist wants to see.
If this hypothesis is true, then Mu Jingxu's death...
"Tangtang?" He didn't respond for a long time, so Su Huaijing urged him.
Rong Tang licked his dry lips and said, "You already suspect that I want to take a concubine. If she goes to the palace to look for me, what if mother also thinks that I am a fickle person?"
Su Huaijing paused slightly, then smiled, held Rong Tang's hand, passed by Lanyue Pavilion, and asked him if he wanted to go back. After getting a negative answer, he walked towards the ferry, where Shuangfu and Shuangshou were already waiting.
There are small pleasure boats on the Lotus Lake, and new lotus leaves are gradually showing their pointed corners on the lake. There are ferries coming from the garden, and some people are going back.
Rong Tang bent down and put his hand into the lake, letting it sway with the waves, feeling a little depressed.
Su Huaijing asked him: "Is this also a gift from Tangtang?"
Rong Tang was slightly stunned, bent over and looked up, looking at him puzzledly.
Su Huaijing said: "Su Lian'er, is this also a gift from Tangtang?"
Rong Tang was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was that the villain was asking him whether he had given the hero's harem to him as his harem. However, as soon as the thought came to his mind, he was sneered by the system.
He came back to his senses and nodded, "I'm afraid you'll be tired. She has been in Beijing for many years and knows many dignitaries. If she still wants to sing, you can arrange it for her; if she doesn't want to, you can open a teahouse or restaurant or even a gambling house for her. They are all good channels for information. It depends on your wishes."
Rong Tang added: "If you don't have enough silver, go to the warehouse and get it. Don't tell me."
Su Huaijing was stunned.
He originally wanted to say: Is this also a gift from Tangtang? The same as Shen Feiyi
Rong Tang revealed too many of his secrets that night. Su Huaijing couldn't help but want to test him and ask him to treat him with more sincerity. However, he got these words in return. Su Huaijing didn't even know what to say for a moment.
Feeling a little warm in his heart, he also bent down like Rong Tang, put his hand into the lake, held Rong Tang's palm and squeezed it, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to ask me why?"
Rong Tang: "What?"
"Sheng Chengming." Su Huaijing said.
Rong Tang shook his head decisively: "Don't ask."
But Su Huaijing asked him: "Why?"
Rong Tang lowered his head and waved his hands in the lake, feeling the resistance of the water.
He said, "You can do whatever you want, but if it's dangerous I'd rather you not tell me."
Su Huaijing's voice became increasingly stagnant: "Why?"
Rong Tang said seriously: "Huai Jing, don't give your handle to others."
Even if I treat you the best, you shouldn't trust me too much.
"I just hope you are safe. You can do whatever you want as long as you won't hurt me," Rong Tang said.
Su Huaijing stared at him solemnly. For a moment, he had an urge to ask: What if I want to harm your family
What if I want to kill your entire family, from top to bottom, except your mother and you
Su Huaijing should have been afraid of nothing. Before he met Rong Tang, he had stayed in Shu for nine years. After returning to Beijing, he stayed in Li's Mansion for another two months. He had seen too many sinister plots and had been framed countless times.
He shouldn't be afraid of anything in this world.
But he couldn't ask this question.
He was afraid to hear Rong Tang's answer.
He was afraid to see Rong Tang's frightened look.
He panicked if there was even the slightest possibility.
Su Huaijing closed his eyes, took Rong Tang's hand out of the lake, lowered his head and wiped it dry with a towel, and said softly: "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Rong Tang obediently allowed him to wipe his hands for him. When he returned to the yard, he looked up at the red-painted attic and suddenly felt an uncontrollable feeling of tiredness and boredom.
He called softly, "Huai Jing."
"Um."
"Let's go back tomorrow." Rong Tang said.
Su Huaijing naturally agreed and asked, "Where are you going back to?"
Rong Tang thought for a moment and said, "Yong'an Lane, your house, let's go lazy there."
He was almost annoyed by attending a flower-picking party. Apart from changing the positions of Ke Hongxue and Mu Jingxu, nothing good happened.
You scheme against me and I scheme against you, it's so annoying.
Rong Tang thought to himself, let Emperor Renshou and his sons die!
Su Huaijing laughed when he heard his answer and asked softly, "Tangtang, have you thought it through?"
Rong Tang: "What?"
"If you come back with me, I will lock you up and won't let you go out." Su Huaijing said with a smile. Although it was clearly a threat, his tone was not scary and could even be described as gentle.
Rong Tang thought that would be great: "Then remember to prepare more food and toys for me, and don't keep me bored."
Su Huaijing was slightly startled. He had never expected him to answer like this. After a few seconds, he laughed and said, "Okay."
I will also build you a golden cage, with roses and roses climbing up the cage frame, and catch singing birds and cats with smooth fur for you, and then I will be with them to make you happy.
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Rong Tang didn't sleep well that night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but recall what Su Huaijing said to him after he met Su Lian'er.
From the moment he was killed by Sheng Chengli, he was convinced that the way of this world was wrong.
Rong Tang felt disgusted when Sheng Chengli set up a trap to kill Nanny Yue, but it was understandable.
Although Yue Rong is the nanny who has taken care of the male protagonist since he was a child, she is essentially a small cannon fodder villain, so it is normal for Sheng Chengli to get rid of her.
Killing her to gain some benefits for oneself is the greatest benefit and it is hard to be criticized.
But whether in the original novel or in Rong Tang's cognition in the previous two lives, Su Lian'er was completely devoted to Sheng Chengli.
Not to mention Mu Jing's preface.
If they really all died because of Sheng Chengli...
Rong Tang closed his eyes, and people who he had made friends with in the past two lives but had no chance to meet in this life kept appearing in his mind.
He lay in bed and recalled how many people's graves he had visited and swept while holding up his body that was about to collapse.
As Rong Tang thought about it, he felt cold all over. Even lying in the quilt, he still couldn't warm his hands and feet. He felt that the coldness was coming from his bones, flowing through his limbs, as if it was dragging him into a dark hell.
Rong Tang once wanted to get up and copy the Buddhist scriptures, but his hands were shaking physically when he picked up the brush.
He felt it was ironic, but didn't know who to blame.
He originally thought that he would die in four years at most. After Su Huaijing ascended the throne and killed Sheng Chengli, the world collapsed and was destroyed.
This has nothing to do with him, but now he feels that why should he do so
Why should the millions of flesh-and-blood souls in this world be tied to a so-called male protagonist who is unworthy of his position
Rong Tang couldn't figure it out, he even wanted to pull out the system and ask: Is it okay as long as Sheng Chengli is not killed by Su Huaijing
Is it possible to make him into a human pig, just like his father, and drag him to the city wall every day to be displayed to the people and to God? If he is not allowed to die and is kept alive, the world will not collapse and Su Huaijing can become his emperor
In an instant, Rong Tang had many unspeakable bad thoughts in his mind.
He wasn't a very kind person.
His hands were never stained with blood, but many people died because of him.
If you want to torture a person without letting him die, there are dozens of methods recorded in the Dali Temple's punishment book, and there are even more in the secret files of the Censor-in-Chief.
Rong Tang kept his eyes open and let those thoughts tear at his mind all night long. When it was bright, he got up, changed his clothes, washed up, and went up to the attic. He stared at the distant sky in a daze, waiting for Shuangfu to pack their luggage.
There were footsteps coming from the attic. Rong Tang originally thought it was Su Huaijing, but when he turned around, he saw Ke Hongxue.
The other person was carrying a food box and smiled softly when he saw him: "Did you enjoy the show yesterday, my lord?"
He laid out the dishes one by one. Rong Tang didn't know whether it was because he hadn't slept all night or he was too hungry, but he felt a little nauseous when he smelled the food.
He covered his nose, moved aside a little, and said, "I only looked at it for a little while."
"Really?" Ke Hongxue said with a smile, "But I heard that the real good show has not yet begun. Sheng Chengxing later lost his temper."
Rong Tang felt a little sour in his stomach and didn't respond.
Ke Hongxue arranged the ingredients, raised her head in confusion, and looked at him with her chin propped up: "But I am very curious, Master, you clearly don't like my fellow apprentice at all, why are you helping him?"
Rong Tang's head seemed to be stuck with paste, and his reaction was a little slow. After a while, he frowned and asked, "Help?"
Ke Hongxue raised his eyebrows, the look of surprise on his face stayed for a moment and then disappeared, as if he understood something, and smiled: "It seems that there is another reason." He said, "But my lord, what should we do now? The person involved thinks you are helping him."
"From the time my senior fellow apprentice found the Magic Glass Grass but did not report it, to the time when the good show carefully prepared by Lanyue Pavilion did not take place, in the eyes of the Fifth Prince, you were the one helping behind the scenes."
The more Rong Tang listened, the more headache he had. He simply couldn't bear to listen any more. He was annoyed all night. When he faced Ke Hongxue, even the familiarity that he had managed to hold back at the beginning came out. His temper was extremely bad, and he was more aggressive than ever before: "Help? I wish I could throw him in a frying pan and fry him. Why should I help him?"
He was annoyed to death, and the smell of the food made him unhappy. He was too lazy to talk anymore, so he got up and went downstairs, leaving Ke Hongxue alone there, stunned for a moment, thinking carefully for a while, and couldn't stop laughing.
He was sitting in the attic, waiting for Mu Jingxu. When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a person walking leisurely along the flower path outside the courtyard gate.
The man who came was wearing an apricot-yellow robe, and had no servant or maid following him. He coughed every three steps, and rested after walking for a while. He walked into the courtyard with great difficulty.
Ke Hongxue stared, and the smile on his face suddenly turned cold.
Rong Tang still felt a little irritated after going downstairs. His stomach felt like it was churning, and the aftereffects of not sleeping all night came back. Everything he looked at seemed to be shaking.
He instinctively wanted to find Su Huaijing.
Even a little aggrieved.
He felt extremely uncomfortable. Where did Su Huaijing go
Why not accompany yourself.
There was no one in the room, and Rong Tang subconsciously wanted to go out to look for someone, but when he turned around, he bumped into someone head-on.
She has light-colored pupils, fair skin, and a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye, adorning her youthful face like a small, delicate red fruit that makes people love her at first sight.
The moment the young man saw Rong Tang, his eyes lit up, making his whole face look bright and beautiful, like a beauty on earth.
Rong Tang hadn't seen him for a long, long time.
They had been together day and night, and had talked late into the night. Rong Tang once felt that if he went to the battlefield, he would be the one he would be willing to back.
But he thrust the sword into his chest in front of him.
The feeling of nausea reached its peak at this moment. Rong Tang looked around, unable to explain why, and he really wanted to see Su Huaijing immediately.
He suppressed his nausea and planned to bypass Sheng Chengli and leave.
The other party bowed and bowed, saying weakly: "Chengli thanks you for your help, cousin!"
At this time, the male protagonist's voice had changed. The original book said that his voice was like a phoenix's cry, crisp and clear, and anyone who heard it would inevitably feel close to him.
Rong Tang seemed to have been ignited by some kind of fuse, and he couldn't help but turn his head away: "Ugh!"
He bent over and vomited for a long time, vomiting a belly full of sour water, his face flushed red, and tears of reason were forced out of the corners of his eyes. At first he just felt annoyed, but when he looked up, he vaguely saw someone carrying a lunch box walking out of the yard. The moment he saw him, his face changed, and he ran straight over without caring about his manners.
The slight sense of grievance in Rong Tang's heart burst out in an instant.
I felt very wronged after not sleeping the whole night.
The person who wanted to snatch Sheng Chengli away was misunderstood as helping him and felt wronged.
I feel wronged that the male protagonist whom I have helped for two lifetimes turns out to be a bad person.
I lay in bed with an empty stomach all night and was almost too hungry, but I vomited out a lot of sourness and grievance.
I felt nauseous and aggrieved by Ke Hongxue's oily breakfast.
Seeing Sheng Chengli feel wronged.
I can’t see Su Huaijing feeling wronged.
Rong Tang was vomiting so hard that bubbles were coming out of his nose.
Su Huaijing ran to him in a panic, and someone grabbed his sleeve. He heard his little Bodhisattva say to him in a crying voice: "Huaijing, I feel bad."
(End of this chapter)