Chapter 53: a sinister history

Only when Song Song was stuffed in, the outside people had already pushed in.
The biting cold wind rushed in with the thin, thin ink figure, and the chill rushed over the whole body. Su was trying to suppress the chest and suffocating the blood, or couldn't help but cough.
The chilling action of the coming man was decided, and the cold mans blade was in his hand. The sharp eyes illuminate him and swept over.
"stop!"
"Land phase caution"
Yu Linwei was rushed to see him, and he had to wait for his body to save people, but he was stopped by Su Shiqing.
"You don't have to be nervous. This person is my old friend. I just came to me and said a few words."
Su Shi stood up and stood up, and Yu Linwei, who was outside the door, bowed his hand slightly. His tone was calm and indifferent: "He came from afar, please please be a little more accommodating."
The talents of the people are superb, and Yu Linwei is not an opponent. He has already injured several people in one face. Even if he is not accommodating, he can't stop the other side from entering such a path.
When I saw the Soviet Union, I looked calm. The man was just standing aside, and there was no need to hurt him. The Yulinweis had a little peace of mind, and they were unable to forcibly expel people. They had to plead guilty and closed the door. Go on.
The room was quiet again, and Su Shi looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, couldn't help but give birth to some headaches, and sighed very lightly.
The black man's face was still cold, his eyes fell on him, and suddenly strode over and grabbed the sleeves of Su Shi, he would take him away.
"Leave blood!"
Su Shi had an old wound on his leg, and he was almost slammed on the ground. Deeply sucking the internal force of the breath, forcing the body shape, and calling out his name
The black man stepped in and walked back to him: "Go with me, they will kill you."
"Leave the blood, let me let go."
At present, there is no way to move freely. With the previous lessons, Su Shi reduced the weight of the analgesic. The pain of the squatting man was faintly passed up, causing him to inevitably ooze some cold sweat and his body shape was already faltering.
He noticed his strangeness, and finally he let go of his hand and watched him fall down and sit back: "They used it for you?"
"No, it’s just an old injury."
Su Shi took a deep breath, raised his hand to support the forehead, endured a fierce vertigo, and quickly thought about the countermeasures.
The other party is a very special role. Lu Shi used to be assassinated once when he used to sneak into the church. At that time, Lu Liang’s hand was not as good as him, but the sword was calm and calm, and he calmly thought of his heart and mind, and actually touched the Jianghu Ranger who was determined to punish the evil.
After learning about his real difficulties, he was willing to voluntarily serve as a minister of the government, for his call to send around, secretly guarding the officials who suffered from the embarrassment, and the sword did not know how many left-handed assassin killers.
If he followed the original direction and he came back, he had already been sent to the dungeon. There is a strong rigor, even if the skill is high, single-handedly, you can't break into it. With a temperament, you will definitely take a chance to try it. The outcome will be fierce.
It seems that the other side has no life worry, but his plan is getting more and more precarious.
Song Yu guessed that he was in the care of the army, and he knew that he secretly guarded the courtiers. The two men could not comfort themselves, and Luli’s painstaking plan was only to be completely publicized.
dilemma.
"What's wrong with you, is it bad?"
Looking at his obvious weakness, he suddenly showed some anxiety in his eyes. He walked back and forth a few steps, took out a few bottles of wound medicine and gave him a brain plug: "I didn't bring any good medicine, you forbear, I will take it first. You go out and heal your wounds."
"Leave blood, you listen to me."
Su held his arm and took a deep breath. He calmly and patiently slowed down: "When you came to assassinate me, I told you that Lu Lu’s original is a way of dying, you don’t need to kill you. I, I will be alive and well sooner or later, do you remember?"
The blood-splitting movement was slightly stagnation, and he looked at him with a look of disappointment, as if he had not understood his semantics for the first time.
"I told you to do things for me. They seem to be good things, so you will be willing to help me. But you should also be clear that my crimes are also true. Today, nothing is guilty."

Meeting his gaze, Su Shi took a deep breath and patiently said: "You are loyal to your heart, today's adventure to rescue, Lu Li heart is deep, but can not follow you."
"but"
Leaving the blood and mute the mouth, but there is no way to refute it. Half a sly is dumb: "But you are going to die tonight, you know?"
Su Shi’s heart suddenly jumped.
He is naturally not afraid of death, or even vaguely looking forward to the end of the arrival is not the present.
He can't at least die now.
Song Zhijun’s throne ceremony has not yet set a date, and the last wish of the original has not been completed. Lu Li has never had a chance to be truly cozy, this is the only almost indecent desire.
He just wants to look at him so hard to shelter him, and to care for the grown-up children by the shadow of the faint king, wanting to see Song Zhizheng can be upright on the throne, just that.
"I came from the palace. I was still thinking, since the little emperor must kill you, it must be a tyrant. It is better to kill him first, but I think of you again. If I do this, you will not happy."
Leaning at him, he took a light blue jade bottle from his arms and placed it in his hand.
"When I went, a group of old ministers surrounded the little emperor and negotiated the disposal of you. They said that the emperor had just ordered the killing of the courtiers in person, but it seemed to be a bit mean. It is better to ask yourself to die. Huang Wei, can not seem too cold-blooded, chilling."
The jade bottle is not big, and the tentacles are desolate.
Su Shi’s gaze fell, his fingertips touched the jade streamer, and the sound was calm and even mild:
Does he agree?

"He didn't say no, so those people called an directly and sent this to you."
Standing in the shadows with the sun shining, the sound of the blood came from hard: "I am mad, but I am afraid of ruining your business. I didn't move the old guys, just smashed the to death. I don't know what to do with it, I have to bring it to you."
Infinitely cold and cold, the heart faintly passed over the warmth, Su can't help but hook the lips, helpless smile: "I know, thank you."
His look has been completely attributed to peace, and then can not see the moment of the first death.
Lek blood again looked up at him, and the eyes seemed to have moderated, but as long as they greeted, they could clearly see the unquestionable chill and determination under mild conditions.
Lu Li will not go with him.
"I know that you will die sooner or later. You said it to me from the first day..."
The blood finally hangs down and the voice is hoarse: "I just can't figure out, you obviously saved so many people, those courtiers who were thrown out, if you don't have you, there is no way to survive. But they don't know anything. Instead, they are all jealous of you, even if you can't wait until you die, you are not sad at all?"
Su Shi Wei Wei, his eyes fell on the delicate jade bottle, gently turning in the palm of his hand, his eyebrows stunned and showed some relief of the slight curvature.
"If they hate only Lu Li, as long as they are dead, they can dispel their resentment, and they can still believe that they still believe in the court. Believe in the emperor, I believe that you can create a clear and prosperous life with loyalty and sincerity. What can you do? What about it?"
Looking at the people in front of me, the blood was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, pushing the window lightly and leaping, and the body shape disappeared into the hall.
Looking at his figure completely left, Su Shi gradually relaxed, and re-engaged the jade bottle in the palm of his hand, and was suddenly stunned by the other hand, but he was suddenly taken away by the other hand.
I almost forgot that there was another regent who was shackled at the bottom of the bed. Su Shi was so embarrassed that he was stunned by the Song dynasty.
The chest was so hot that it was almost speechless. Song’s eyes were both painful and angry. He was next to the jade bottle, and he was so strong that he even wanted to crush it directly.
He knew that Song Shouyi had been escaping, but he did not expect to escape to this point. Even the life of Luli should be handed over to a group of so-called loyal ministers who are short-sighted and grateful. They must ask a monk to bring in the bottle of medicine and let Luli die silently in this temple.
"If I am not..."
Song snorted and snorted, and his voice almost leached out of sweetness: "If I didn't intervene, would he also send this thing into the dungeon, and then tell the whole world that Luli knew that he was guilty and afraid of sin? Self-employed in the dungeon?"
Lu Li's temper is very proud, and even prefers to bear the nickname, preferring to be convicted of crimes, and always refuses to show some weakness to others, not to be afraid of self-defense.
Those people will actually come up with such a means of humiliation, and Song Shouzhen actually really wants to condone his acquiescence.
Knowing the end, but the pain of powerlessness, finally wrapped up in anger, violently broke through self-sustaining, and opened a color in his eyes.
"Wang Ye."
One hand held his wrist steadily and took the jade bottle back lightly.
The cool body temperature fits on his hot skin, and the clear eyes of the pair greet his eyes, and easily extinguish the raging anger burning in the eyes.
"The emperor didn't really think so much. He just wanted to hate me too much."
Su Shi whispered openly, and the bottom of his eyes showed some helplessness near sigh.
It is not surprising that Song Zhi hated him. In the heart of the little emperor, Lu Li is almost all the pain of his childhood, all the anger, all the struggle, as if as long as the Lu glass is completely destroyed, you can completely get rid of those humiliating and resentful memories.
But he is still not dead.
The wish is gone, and the death period has not yet arrived.
The plot and the mission have already collided with each other. If he dies immediately, the misunderstanding value is undoubtedly still there, but the task has not been completed. If he continues to live, every time he lives, the truth that is hidden will be at stake.
What must be done.
The red cloth with the jade bottle was lightly opened, and a Dan Pill fell on the palm of the hand, spreading the faint bitterness of the medicine.
Song Yu’s eyes are miniature, and the mute is open:
Take the plane...

For thousands of years, the king used to kill the near-minister and the scorpion. After taking it, people will twitch because of severe pain, and they will die in the same way.
His breathing is getting more and more urgent, and he will take it if he raises his hand. Su Shi just gently closed his hand, and then the Dan Wan was hidden in the palm of his hand, avoiding his movements.
"Clear!"
Song Yu finally couldn't help himself. He picked up the plane and took it. He suddenly took his arm and pulled it down.
The hand took advantage of his back and pulled him closer again. The clear voice fell on his ear: "After I die, remember to take me back..."
Song Yu trembled fiercely, raising his head in disbelief, but suddenly he was lifted by Lu Li and his neck was knocked down.
With one hand holding the strong body that could not be planted, Su Shi raised his gaze and calmly landed outside the door when he did not know when he had been quietly pushed away.
Yu Linwei stepped down quickly and placed Song Wei to the partial house properly. The figure at the door became sparse, and the bright yellow figure fell into his eyes without any cover.
Su Shi calmly raised his gaze and met the complicated eyes of the young man.
"Right is really killing and decisive, the uncle is so protective of the right side, actually said that he started."
Already seen by him, Song Shouyi no longer evades and walks slowly. The sound of the voice that has not yet changed completely is low, and it shows a slight hoarseness.
After watching the little emperor still lacked some hot and hot postures, Su Shi smiled and whispered: "According to the past, if the Regent King is in conflict with the emperor, I will not be able to finish the bird." The end of the bow..."
"nonsense!"
His eyes suddenly shrank, Song Shou slammed his words, seemingly to prove what, bite his teeth and continue to chill: "I just don't want to see the emperor guarding you, as long as you die, you will never be hard to be uncle. Minutes!"
"it is good."
Su Shi gently licked his lips, but his tone was mild, and the words he said were called Song Shouqi's chest inexplicably cold.
He didn't know why Lu Li would have promised such a happy time. It was obvious that the man couldn't wait for anything to be against him. He was seriously injured and refused to show him a slight weakness. He did not want to bow to him.
But this time, when he finally forced himself to distinguish the killing, Luli promised.
Unexpected uneasiness made him inexplicably angry, angry with his own weakness, and irritated the man as if he wanted to play with him in the palm of his hand.
Song Zhixuan finally couldn't help himself. He pulled the man's neckline forward, and the voice revealed an infinite chill: "Would you want to die, you promised?"
Su Shi was still sitting on the couch, letting him pull, and calmly raised his gaze: "Life and death are fine, there is one thing in the court, I want to kneel down."
His tone was very ordinary, but Song Shouyu suddenly seemed to be burned, and suddenly he let go of his steps and looked at him with awkwardness.
Lu Li is begging him.
Heavy soldiers are besieged, copying homes and persecution, and arguing against the courts, that person has never shown a weak point, and never asked for a word.
As if it was a hidden wish that was unspeakable, it was finally achieved. It did not feel happy and happy, but the chest was stagnation and gasping, and his voice almost shivered: "What do you ask for? What?"
"The emperor is kind, and the minister will live on the day of the throne."
The person on the couch lowered his gaze, still not a respectful gesture, but at least he had a mild tone, and quietly continued to say: "After that day, to kill the tomb, all from the emperor, the minister is absolutely not half blame"
"It’s disappointing to the right."
His words were suddenly interrupted, and Song’s eyes were infinitely cold, and his eyes even showed a few minutes.
"Oh, I have sworn, I don’t want to swear, I will never be enthroned."
No wonder Lu Lu always has such a sure look. No wonder no matter which step he is forced to do, the other party seems to be unmoved. It was originally the idea.
Song Shouqi sneered and approached him, raising his hand to pick up the jaw of Luli, his eyes on the delicate and delicate face.
"You still remember, right? Ten years ago, I had promised you that on the day of your ascension, you have to personally add a slap to you, and ask you to mourn the swearing book and watch the 朕 朕 祭The altar of heaven..."
Almost all of his eyes have been bleeding, and the curvature of the lips is getting colder and colder: "Today, do you think you can get back to that time?"
It turned out to be the same thing.
No wonder the original body always has this obsession, and it turns out that there is such an agreement.
Su Shi finally got it, avoiding the persecution of the young man's rudeness, and raising his eyebrows and helplessly scorn: "The emperor said yes, then forget it."
Silence for a moment, and slowly sighed: "Is the emperor able to put on the kimono, let the minister look at it?"
His voice finally went to indifference and arrogance, and even vaguely showed some familiar gentleness, so Song Shouyi could not help but hold his breath, and the subconscious retreated two steps.
However, it is a trick to soften people's hearts.
Under the pressure of the bottom of my heart, the sorrow and sorrow, Song’s stubborn look back, the tone sneered: "When you wear a kimono, you have to worship three times. Isn’t the right phase never swearing?"
When the voice fell, the man lingered for a moment, finally pampered like a helpless sigh, and suddenly got up and sleeved.
Then he slowly fell to him.
The old wounds on both knees are the most taboo, but Luli seems to be unaware of it. He just bowed to him with respect and respect, and his body was meticulously attached to the cold ground.
He is born to be like a dazzling brilliance, no matter what he does, it reveals the natural elegance. The dark partial temple, suddenly because of his worship, suddenly became bright and solemn.
Licheng, Luli wants to get up on the ground, but he stumbles and stumbles, but he can't get it right away.
The knees lie on the ground, making a dull sound.
Song Zhishao’s hand trembled, and he almost helped him in the past, and he tightened his strength and regained his back.
Suddenly he couldn’t wait any longer, and he was rushed to turn away, but behind him, he resounded the calm and gentle voice of Luli: "The emperor, please allow the minister to live to the throne, and the confession will be sinful."
The crumbling barrier was erected steadily, and the figure was at the door, and the voice was still cold and ruthless: "I have said that you have vowed not to be slain, never to be enthroned."
There was no response behind him, and it seemed that there was a faint sigh.
Song Shouyi did not dare to look back, and all the way to escape from the partial hall, the pace has become slower and slower, and finally hesitated to pause.
Maybe that person really just wants to take a look.
Perhaps he still remembers his own in his heart, so he will protect himself in front of the assassin, so he will indulge himself and worship him.
It’s just a good attire. The ritual department has already done it. The article of the throne ceremony has also been prepared. It’s nothing more than a stagnation of the heart, so it’s delayed.
Just wear a look at him, just show off his victory to the loser, it is for the unreasonable agreement many years ago.
Just look at it at a glance, and be a magnanimous person for the monarch, and these days, perhaps too obsessive, and even almost enchanted.
Song Shouyi stopped and told the insider to go back and take the kimono and carefully wear it on his body. Xuan Chao is distinguished by ink color. The luxurious fabrics are layered and layered on the gold thread. The five-jawed golden dragon travels around and protects, completely obscuring the last tenderness of the youngsters of the young man, and showing the solemn majesty of the monks.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the nervous expectation of the bottom of my heart, Song Shouyi suddenly turned around and hurried back.
What kind of reaction does that person have when he sees his robes?
Will it still be unmoved, or will it be as light as it was just now, will it show some relief?
Even he didn't know what he was looking forward to. It was like returning to his childhood. He was just given the title of Prince, and he was given a name, and he was happily dressed in a bright yellow robe and went back to school. He only wanted to look at the first sight. Call that person to see.
The more quickly the foot was, the heart pounded and the door was pushed hard.
His eyes fell indoors and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
A sharp humming sound was heard in the ear, and the throat was so sullen that it could not make a sound, and the brilliance that was faintly lit in the eyes could not be broken.
Song Yi did not know when he had woke up, kneeling on the ground, his face was hidden in the shadow, holding a curled body in his arms.
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