Chapter 57: a sinister history

Looking at Song Zhixuan was helped by the imperial concubine, surrounded by people and hurried away, Su Shi was finally relieved with a slight sigh.
One world only buys two, and the medicine that is back to the Yuan and the veins is given out. It does not feel much regret. The little emperor had been affected by the earthquake for a few days, and he was young and did not know that the good life would be raised. He had already hurt the lungs. If he left it, he would have to wait until he was old.
After all, Lu Li’s child is raised by hand...
Going this step and living well, it has become a matter of difficulty.
Taking a deep breath to stop the rushing blood, Su Shi turned back, and bowed slightly to the Song Dynasty, then went outside.
The horse-drawn carriage of the palace was parked outside. He stepped on his foot and slammed black in front of him, almost failing to get up.
When the figure was swayed, it fell into a broad embrace. Su was already a little stunned, touching the familiar body temperature, simply no longer supporting and relaxing.
Song Zhen took him firmly, and his heart was sad and happy. The emotions involved in the entanglement were involved in the deep bottom, and when the people in their arms looked up, they quickly returned to a quiet and calm.
After a stun of the past, Su Shi has been safely carried into the carriage.
Behind it was a solid temperature, and one hand carefully untied his robes and wanted to see the injury on his shoulder.
Su Shi wants to stop him, but he has no strength, his eyes are half-squatting, and his emptiness meets the black eyes in front of him, his voice is gentle: "Nothing, a moment of urgency, sighing inside..."
"Clear, come a few more times, your blood is going to drain."
The blood color has already re-stained the stretcher, and even the blouse has a star-studded red. Even the Confucius, who is fighting in the battlefield, can't help but move the blood.
Song Yu had no choice but to sigh, and carefully wrapped the cracked wound for him, and took him back into his arms, rubbing his cold and pale forehead on his lips, and the warm air flow hit his ear.
"What do you give him is the medicine you want to eat?"
Su Shiyi, looked up at him.
Meeting the twilight in those eyes, Song Song’s heart was already clear, his arms were not tightened, but the sound was still gentle and soft.
"The reason why the machine is called "no poison" is not because it is really solvable, but because even if the toxicity is solved, the pain will be entangled like a skeleton, which is unbearable and ultimately impossible. Do not take a death as a relief."
As he said, he has already gaze at the eyes of the calm, glazed eyes, and raises his hand to touch the corner of the lush glass with a faint cold sweat: "You are hurting, clear light."
His tone is calm, as if it is an unusual fact, but the bottom of his eyes is on the verge of a fragile limit, and the storms are silently condensed in the deep ink.
The cool hand suddenly covered him, and the eyes were still clear, and the moon was soft and sloppy, calling Song’s hand trembled.
He didn't dare to move. He didn't dare to hold the person tightly, even if he tried to hold the hand. He is not sure of the extent of the touch, in order to not disturb the already fragile body in his arms.
"No problem."
With a painful interval, Su Shi’s eyes were soaked in soft smiles, and Wen Sheng said:
My medicine is better than theirs.

Returning to the Yuan is two medicines. He only gives one, and his life will not be hindered.
As long as it is carefully nursed back to health, as long as there is no more intense stimulation, this body will only be a little weaker than ordinary people, and will not suffer as much as it is day and night.
Song Yan took a breath and looked at him slyly, and his eyes finally showed strong uneasiness.
It’s just a pain, it’s a big deal.
The smile finally immersed in the fundus, Su Shi sighed, and the backhand buckled the other's wrist, and took the initiative to bring him closer to him: "You have to hold it tightly, and then a few times, I am afraid that it will fall directly...

The carriage was bumped again, and Song’s arm trembled, suddenly tightening and holding him in his arms.
"It's not that serious, it only hurts occasionally. After a while, it's okay."
The powerful support seems to dilute the pain in the body. Su Shi rests on his shoulders loosely, raising his hand to hold the person, and the voice is soaked and warm.
"Afraid of what, since you promised me, I dare not grow long?"
Protecting his hand, shaking, there is water dripping between the neck, the ice made him hit a beggar, looked up to make fun of the man, but has been pressed softly on the shoulder.
"Not allowed to see."
It is rare for the man to put out the prince's style, but he has a thick nasal voice when he speaks. How can he not hear a little bit of prestige?
Su Shi picked his lips and smiled happily. The arm behind him was tightly punctured, and he suddenly remembered his injury and quickly relaxed.
"Right, there are still things, I just forgot to tell you."
Thinking of the more and more courage of the other side, Su Shi coughed, suddenly a serious opening.
Song Yu’s heart was slightly tight, and he quickly looked at him with his eyes fixed. His eyes were focused and dignified, and he was prepared to keep all his words in mind.
The lord of the sergeant, who is holding the eyebrows, raises his eyebrows and continues to say long: "There is no pain and no rules. If it is tired, it is anxious, being beaten, being popular, but it hurts... ..."
The more I heard it, the more I was stunned, and it’s still unbelievable:
Qingguang, I’m just cold, you knocked on your palm, and you’re still back, how do you remember?

Sure enough, I was bold enough to actually learn to bargain.
When Su was taking a breath, he had to stand up with him and said that the carriage suddenly shook, and then it touched the pain that was crouching in the meridians.
It’s a joke, but he doesn’t want to tell the other person to see his discomfort.
Hastily turned around, coughing a few times trying to cover up the past, Song Hao has regretted his life, and quickly regained his back in his arms: "Clear, don't be angry, I said the wrong thing, if it is the next time you commit, you only punish I, how can I be punished by you..."
The posture that he hated to swear attracted helplessness. Su Shi dumbly smiled and applauded his arm: "Do not blame you, just shake it by the carriage."
"When I go back, I ask them to pack the wheels with cloth and change them back to a few warm horses."
This time Song Song’s reaction was extremely fast, he did not hesitate to pick up a sentence, and took people into his arms, so that he could rely on it more comfortably:
Do you still hurt now?

Su Shi smiled and shook his head. The pain had been driven away by the warmth of the breath. He wanted to say something more, even if he was joking a few words, so that the other person could rest assured that the body was relaxed and tired, but he only wanted to rest quietly. .
Seeing the tiredness in those eyes, Song Yi leaned over, and the tempted kisses fell carefully on the sinking lashes: "It doesn't matter, take a break, I will guard you, keep watching you..."
He took his hand in the palm of his hand, and Su smiled at him and closed his eyes quietly, squinting at the familiar shoulder and neck.
In the dynasty, this world is still long.
From the time of the last dynasty, the tension began to relax completely. Even the wounded and sick, Su Shi fell asleep, and then he slept for a day and night.
When I blinked, I didn’t know what day it was. The body was still in the warm arms, and Su Shi moved, and a soft voice came from the top of his head: "Wake up?"
"Wang Ye never used to go to the DPRK?"
An opening made it clear that the voice was hoarse and sorrowful. When Su Shi supported to sit up, Song Hao had already got up, and the long arm showed him to keep his arms in his arms. Take the warm water that was hanging in front of the couch, carefully feeding it on his lips, and sighing with a sigh.
"This time, hey, I just called into the palace to discuss it for a night before I came back to lie down, but it was only half an hour..."
"Is it an assassin?"
After a few mouthfuls of water, the throat was relieved. Su Shi looked up and saw that the other side really took a faint blue shadow.
Song Hao nodded and put the bowl aside: "I am rushing back. The border has not yet been completely settled. It is probably because the Huns saw that the old and new replacements were empty, and they moved their minds."
As early as knowing the development of the plot, Su was not surprised, and the body was slightly propped up: "Do you want to go out?"
He had already done a good job of planning, and if Song Hao went out, he would like to follow the example. If the person happens to have the idea of ​​seclusion, he will turn him off on the battlefield, and the two will be relaxed, and the world will not be able to go.
After waiting for a long while, Song Hao’s eyes showed some difficulty.
Su Shi slightly frowned, thinking a little, and he gave birth to a thought: "Is the emperor not going to call you?"
Meet his gaze, Song Hao nodded gently, hesitated for a moment or said: "The emperor said that the military is a national, can not always rely on me to support one person, this time called the new will lead the soldiers to practice, if it is still difficult to continue Then ask me to help."
Su Shi was undecided, his eyes still fell on him.
After a long silence, Song Yu had to sigh and continue to confess: "The emperor also said that I have been fighting for a long time, and it is inevitable that there will be old injuries. Now it is rare to return to the country, and it should be a good nurse. Then he gave a large number of precious herbs and sent them. A few royal doctors came over, but I was thanked by me..."
Song Yuzheng is a strong young man. Although he has been fighting for many years, he is a body bone that he has fought out when he was a teenager. If he wants to talk about it, he will be harder than the little emperor.
This is too medicinal material, and it is inevitable that it is too obvious.
For a moment, the heart is soft, but it still reveals flaws.
The two of them silenced together, and Su Shi looked at him for a long while, and whispered again: "What else did the emperor say?"
"The emperor asked me if I lived in Beijing. Is it too cold in the winter? Is there anything I want? He said that he will be enthroned at the beginning of next month. When he is in the world, the guilty can be excused from crimes. Released."
Song Yu slowly swayed, and his tone sank in an inch, finally showing a little sigh.
"He also asked me if he had retired. He asked if Happy King is not good. Nothing is necessary for me. Just stay in Beijing. If you look at him, watch him ascend the throne and watch him be a Mingjun. Watching him clean up the hall into a way to become what he should have..."
He knew that Song Shou was not asking himself, so he did not answer.
Things have been settled behind, and the authenticity has been settled. If Lu Li is going to leave, no one can stop it.
After a long silence, Su Shi smiled and sighed very sighed: "You said to him, you just go out and walk, these years you are too tired, it is time to put down the burden and rest."
The two men clearly knew in their hearts, but they had to pass on their own words and hand them over. Song Wei was helpless and honestly nodded: "Okay, I wrote down."
"What do you remember, how do you learn how to cook?"
Su Shi suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked up. Song Song slammed a fierce spirit and categorically guaranteed: "Before next month, I must learn to cook, and never let you go out to travel, but also break the grain..."
The smile was soaked in the eyes, Su Shi smiled and shook his head, and stood up: "You can't go out, can you be sure of the war?"
"I have already started to train junior generals. Recently, they have been from their own places. It is better to say that I was exiled by the emperor."
Song Yu smiled lightly and took the clothes for him: "If you don't feel relieved, we will go up first. If the war has changed, we can take care of it in time."
Su Shi nodded, but his thoughts could not help but fall on the original plot.
The original regent war was quite awkward, and it was not so violent. It was not difficult to win. He originally thought that it was the little emperor’s bird to hide. You can see Song’s acting, but it’s not like that. Cold-blooded monarch.
It seems now that even if the original Regent is not known, the original Regent is probably a temperament.
Seeing that he was quiet, Song Yi did not dare to rush out, and was planning to go out and ask someone to send some water into it, but he was lifted by Su Shi: "It’s all blue now, it’s better to sleep more, as long as you When I return to the palace, the emperor will not come to you."
Song Xiaoran laughed, shook his hand, and lowered his gaze: "I am not afraid of your jokes. When the emperor asked me these words, I was really worried that he would ignore everything and force me to surrender you, and then threaten you. Had to go back to the palace..."
Lu Li is a person who cares about the world. He can put everything down, but he can't let anything go.
If Song insists on using Jiangshan, using the throne, threatening himself, Luli will certainly reappear in front of him like that day, still keeping him behind him in an unquestionable manner.
Therefore, Song Hao hurried back in the middle of the night until he saw that the man was still lying on the couch, and his heart finally settled. He left the man in his arms for half an hour, but he never managed to get his eyes on it.
He is still afraid, afraid that he will not be able to see, Luli will be forced back by the little emperor, and then continue to suffer, continue to overdraw the original body is not a healthy body......
"Don't worry, no."
The pliable body leans forward and actively falls on the wide, solid chest, and the bleak kiss touches the neck.
Su Shi Wen Sheng opened his mouth, steady and hold him, put people on the couch, and the clear light gently plunged into the deep ink.
"He has learned to be afraid, so no matter what he does, he will know how to look after him and know how to not regret himself."
Song Hao was pressed by his arm, his chest was undulating, his eyes fell on the clear and warmth of his eyes, and he did not understand what the other side was saying. There was only a fierce heartbeat around his ear.
He couldn't help but reach out and try to capture the other's body. The eyes still sighed with a gentle smile, then slowly squatted and gave him the body loosely.
The whistling kiss fell on the pale eyebrows, down the clear eye, the nose, cheeks, lips, and the warm breath slammed into the ear, as if the person in the arms was itchy. , from the chest to send some very gentle and soft laughter.
Then the warmth is infinite.
The sky will be dawned, and the heavy curtains will cover the window slopingly, and the red candle will leap.
The body that perennially practiced martial arts is not as strong as it is, but it has the flexibility of being different from the weak scholars. With the wrists holding down, and following the palm prints, it is the life of tears.
Intertwined, connected, entangled, and then not let go.
......
In the hall of the temple, Song Shouqi sat quietly on the edge of the couch, holding the imperial edict in his hand, and his expression was calm and unable to reveal the slightest emotion.
The sacred purpose is the blood of Liu Guifei. The content written on it, if you tell him to see even one day earlier, he may feel a big shock, and he will be so sad that he can’t wait to go crazy or commit suicide. He will desperately push into the Regent’s palace. . Even if he digs three feet, he will live to see the dead and see the corpse, then he will fall in front of the person, beheading blood, and begging him to forgive and forgive.
His father is not going to abolish him.
His father wanted to directly ask for his life.
Therefore, Lu Li gave up all the light and raised the shackles. All the yangs were ruined by the sin, and the swords were forced to smash the swords, forcing the emperor to change the script, and the person who blocked the palace was probably planning. When the situation was fixed, he came back to find the dangerous waste. Hey, then completely destroyed.
I didn't expect to come back again.
Probably I didn't expect that I would start so fast. When I led the banned army to the right of the government, the eyes even flashed a little surprised.
Then everything is irreparable.
"You are sure"
The voice of the young man is a little hoarse, pause for a while, and then continue to say: "You are sure, what is the servant is the return of the Yuan?"
"Back to the emperor, only the return of the Yuan Dan in the Yuan Dynasty, in order to have this effect back to heaven..."
The doctors of the Taiji Wars opened their mouths and did not dare to look up: "The emperor was shocked by the heart, and he had a high fever for one night, and the external evils were invaded. In addition, he was injured by the assassination. He said that he would also be seriously ill in March, and he would raise his blood for a half year. It will still leave cold diseases, and every winter, it will definitely recur..."
But now, he is sitting here.
Song Shouqi bowed his head and stared at the right wrist, where he was held steady by one hand, and he would not admit the touch.
"That can be found?"
"Can't find it, the emperor. This is the legendary Dan. It is not easy to have a pair of worlds in the past 100 years. Among them, Yin Dan can solve a hundred poisons, which can renew human life. Yang Dan can nourish the meridians and return to the Yuan strong body. The medicine is the same as the service of the machine..."
The machine can be solved, and that person must have survived.
But he gave Yang Dan to himself.
Thinking of the records of the cheats in the palace, Song Shouyi was afraid to get cold. How painful it is to catch the plane, he knows that the person has solved the poison and can live, but if there is no Yangdan, it will still be covered in boundless pain.
How can he ask the uncle to run out to take the troops to fight at this time.
Lu Li did not want to see him. He knew that since that person was willing to stay next to Huang, it was also very good. Look at the situation yesterday, the pain is not irresistible, there must be other ways, use the best medicine, find the best doctor, as long as you can call that person good
Suddenly, the insider sent a careful notice from the insider, saying that it was the regent king who asked for it.
Song Zhiqiu Huo Ran got up and almost couldn’t wait to run out. His eyes were stunned when he greeted the man’s hand, and his face was completely pale.
"emperor……"
Looking at his lost soul, Song Yu’s heart was not sighed, but he still handed the letter in his hand.
He originally thought that Song Zhiyi would not pick up, but he did not expect that the young man only looked at it for a moment, then he reached out and asked: "When does the uncle go?"
"After the beginning of next month, after the throne ceremony."
Song Yu’s tone slowed down, looking at the bleakness that barely found the slightest light, and raised his hand to his shoulder.
"...just tired, I’m busy with things for a few years, I’m finally free, I just want to go around...

He said vaguely, but Song Shouyi undoubtedly understood it. He suddenly looked up at him and grabbed his sleeves with force. His eyes showed a faint glow: "Just tired?"
Song Wei Wei Wei, greeted his gaze, slightly decapitated, his tone calmed down: "It's just tired, it will be good to rest."
"Okay, that's good. It's good to be able to take a break. It's good, it's good too..."
The young emperor stunned his eyes and his face looked like a crying smile. He turned his gaze in a hurry and touched him. He suddenly pulled the jade to him and ran back to the house: You wait, I ask them to prepare something, go slower on the road, don't be too fast, keep the body well, remember to wear more clothes, it's very cold."
"Excuse me."
Song Yuwen screamed at him, watching the figure suddenly stiff at the door, slowly stepping over and gently plucking him in his arms.
"This is his name for you. He is in charge of the country, and he will look at you."
The juvenile's body trembled fiercely, as if even breathing had stagnated.
Collapsed the almost rude behavior, Song Yu stepped back, put the jade to close, turned and walked outside.
"Uncle!"
Suddenly there was a voice that was soaked in tears. Song Xin’s heart was under Microsoft, and he turned back to him, but his eyes suddenly became slightly condensed.
Song Zhiyu went down to him and silently beheaded.
No one can stand the worship of the emperor, the waiters are brushing down, Song Hao quickly shunned sideways, sighed, no hesitation, turned and hurried away.
The insiders quickly came up to help, Song was stunned and helped, and the back of his eyes was blurred by the water, turning into an empty corridor.
In the promenade, the young and elegant bamboo eyebrows are warm and smiling, and the young children’s hands are firmly held.
Walk through the sword and shadow, walk through the hurricane, walk through the warm sun divided by the shadow, go forward without hesitation.
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