Chapter 51: a sinister history

Watching the regent king raise his hand and knock people out, he turned his head and said that the right side was seriously ill, and Yu Linwei looked at each other, but he still did not dare to delay. He quickly rushed out to find someone, and arranged Luli nearby in a quiet place. Partial hall.
The doctors rushed to the clinic and carefully diagnosed the veins. The look became more and more severe.
According to the situation at the time, even if Song Song did not do it, Lu Li had already insisted on it soon.
The tragic injury was just barely wrapped up, and it didn't have time to heal. The black robes were not obvious. The blood color had already smashed the clothes, and it was cold and windy.
The wind and cold invaded the body, and the wounds and wounds were added. The body that had already been forced to go to the end of the body went down, and the disease swept over.
Even in a coma, Lu Li is still self-sustaining and forbearing.
I can feel the high burning of the body from the clothes, the rumbling of the chest, and the more painless lips, but the more instinctively resisting the slightest weakness.
The ice pucks were handed one by one, and the good medicine was carefully opened and the lips were poured. The doctor in charge of the medicine was a little anxious, and when the hand shook, Luli was coughed up and touched the injury. Qingjun’s face was finally difficult to self-produce and showed a vague pain.
Supporting the body that is still hot in the arms, Song Yu’s heart is so painful that he can’t breathe, and he can only carefully avoid the wound and gently pat the back for him.
Suddenly there was a sudden footstep outside the house.
Song Yu did not look back, still carefully guarding the people in his arms, staring at the doctors to feed a bowl of medicine, gently wiped away some of the remaining juice from the lips.
The man came to the door for a long time and finally walked in. His voice was dumb: "Is he alright?"
"The emperor, his blood was almost drained last night."
Supporting the Luli on the soft pillow that was padded up, Song Song got up and his tone was dull. He took the quilt on the side and carefully covered the chilly body because of the high heat.
The doctors were frightened and stunned, and Song Zhiqi was silent for a long while. He finally walked over and his eyes fell on the face of Qingjun who was still ignorant.
Exquisite eyebrows no longer carry the cold and arrogance that refuses people thousands of miles away, even because of the high heat and weakness, vaguely reveals a few long-lost warm and peaceful, overlapping with the shadow in the depths of memory.
Song insisted on taking a step forward and wanted to touch the hand that the man could not afford to hang down on the side of the couch, but suddenly woke up and suddenly retracted.
The illusion is bursting and everything is in reality.
He even took a few steps back, and his eyes were intertwined with extremely complicated light, and he suddenly turned back and strode out of the door.
"emperor!"
Song Yu quickly chased out, watching the bright yellow back of the silence and stopped in front of his eyes, the inexplicable chill suddenly suddenly spread from the bottom of his heart.
"Uncle, what do you want to yell at?"
The young emperor was cold and still standing against him. His tone was fierce and fierce, and even a vagueness was revealed: "Is he watching him for the sake of salvation, and suffered multiple injuries? Or do you want to see him?" I have always been close to the book, I want to tell you that he has been doing it all the time, is he intentionally honing it? Did he say that he wants to cultivate it like this?!"
Song Yu’s face changed slightly, his footsteps slowed down, and he gradually stopped in place.
"Uncle Huang has been fighting outside, and he knows too little."
Huo Ran turned to look at him, Song Shouyi's tone re-smoothed, but his eyes have shown a cool, cold color that is close to ridicule.
"He doesn't even let the princes see the father, the gift of the father's gift to the prince, and the rare books of the ancient books, can only be called by the eunuchs. What balance of power, what is behind the scenes, he is nothing more than a arrogant arrogance The sinisters will be forgotten when they gain momentum."
"Emperor"
In my heart, the inexplicable premonition was evoked. Song Yi’s heart jumped and he had to speak, but he was already interrupted by Song’s stubbornness.
"Uncle Huang wants to protect him. Well, you can not imprison him for the time being, but the death sin is excused from his guilty uncle, and he has heard it. Regardless of the private feelings, Lu Li has already sinned that he should not be guilty. The crime has been fixed, and there is no joke, but it is just a position, and I dare not make a faint prince.
Meet Song Song and watch him look like a monster-like gaze. Song’s heart is more ridiculous and self-deprecating. He laughs and turns away, his tone is getting colder.
"Since the uncle wants to stay with the right side, he will stay with him..."
Song Yu’s look was awkward and he took a step forward. The soldiers were squirted out, and Yu Linwei had stopped his way.
He and Lu Li were actually left in this secluded and cold hall.
"emperor"
It is vaguely felt that the other party must have misunderstood something very important. Song Yu pushed the sword forward and stepped forward, but was stopped by the head of Yu Linwei: "The life is hard to violate, and the Regent is also convenient."
"Song is stubborn!"
The anger finally couldn’t be suppressed anymore. Song Yi grabbed the sharp swordsman who was facing in front of him. His eyes were like electricity, and he fell on the young man who suddenly stopped because he was called.
"You are so worried now that you are not afraid to regret it in the future?"
The body shape trembled, and Song Shouqi slowly straightened his body, and his back was sharpened into a sharp sword that hurt his own.
"All have been done, nothing to regret..."
Like the urgency to escape, the young man hurried away and never looked back.
Yulin Weizhong actually executed the order of the emperor, and the rigorous garrison in the blink of an eye would leave the hall full of water.
Song Shouyi stood in the doorway of the temple for a long while, and the fierce and undulating chest gradually returned to calm, but the bottom of the eye was completely dimmed, and suddenly turned back, his eyes suddenly condensed.
Lu Li didn't know when he woke up, looking at the door, and didn't know how much he had watched this farce.
Just screaming at the other party is not ready to knock people out of the past, Song Yu heart panic, no longer facing the young man's fierce momentum. When I walked over, I was ready to face the questioning and reprimand of Lu Li, and I looked up to the pair of Qingling eyes, but my heart suddenly jumped.
In those eyes, they actually passed a very shallow smile.
Although it was just a fleeting moment, it still seemed to cast a bright light in the dimly lit temple. The figure in front of the eyes coincided with the juvenile squatting across the horse 13 years ago, making people feel sour and hot.
"Right phase"
The eyes rushed to dodge, suddenly forgot the anger of the sorrow, forgot the ridiculous situation at the moment, only the bright smile was left full of eyes.
The prestige king of the prestige has promoted almost the same foot, as if it has changed back to the young boy who was a child, and slightly licked his lips, mixed with a low voice: "What is the right smile?"
"I don't think of the imperial regent, but I will do my best, and I will go to the place where the emperor is under house arrest."
The slate is slowly swaying, and the voice is still smoky and weak with high fever, but the meaning is unobtrusive.
Suddenly, Song Song shook his head and chuckled. He walked over and tried to reach out to him: "I didn't expect that the right phase would also gloat over the disaster..."
"Not only will it be gloating, but it will also be a good vengeance. Wang Ye knocked on my palm, and Lu Li was still on the account."
Seeing that the other side of the pot was not under house arrest, Su Shi was physically and mentally comfortable, and did not push his support, and he helped to walk to the couch.
The doctors have already dispersed, and there are no others in the house. Song Yu’s eyes are all light smiles in the Qing dynasty. The bottom of my heart is warm and infiltrated. I almost didn’t have the heart to listen to what he said. It’s just a nod to echo:
Well, right-handed, remember to come back to me. discuss."
The eyes showed a little surprise, and then the smile became thicker, almost the eyebrows were followed and softened.
Song Wei decided to look at him, his breathing was slightly stagnation, his eyes linger on the face of the man who was exceptionally handsome, and he had to move away.
Re-sit back on the couch, tired and tired and then wrapped around the body.
Su Shi gathered to smile at the bottom of his eyes, and sat down on the couch, his chest slightly undulating, could not help but cough twice.
Just being supported by the road back to the couch, it has already brought a lot of burden to the body. Analgesics can dilute the pain, but it does not help the weak discomfort.
Tightly closed his eyes and wanted to lie down again, only to find that the hand that held him still did not relax.
Su Shi slightly squinted at the eyebrows and looked at it with a little doubt. Song Song’s stature was so stiff that he quickly let go and retreated:
Offended the right phase...

"I am no longer right-handed, and Wang Ye does not have to be called."
Su Shi whispered, looking at the other side of the more conspicuous gaze, silence for a long while, the heart is soft, slow voice: "clear."
"what?"
Song Hao looked up and apparently failed to respond.
Su Shi had no choice but to pull his palm and write down the two words: "Qing Guang, and the character of the father when he was crowned, take the meaning of 'Biyu glaze color, 10,000 hours of diarrhea and clear light', but it has not been People have called."
It is a hand that is obviously only a scholar. The fingertips only carry the thin shackles of the pens all the year round, sulking through the warm and generous palms, and the regents who are used to the stalks of the horses are breathing slightly, and the subconscious is light. Call out: "Clear light..."
Lu Liang’s gaze fell on him, as if it had been recalled by the title for some very long memories. For a moment, he was slightly decapitated, and he looked like a very tired and slightly squinted and lay down without saying a word.
The other party has been standing in the hall for so long, and is carrying a high fever, and now naturally it will inevitably be weak and tired. Song Yu carefully put a quilt on him, carefully slashed the horn, held the arm and gently put it down, whispered: "The Qingguang family study, do you like reading on weekdays?"
"Turn it over when you are free."
There was not much sleepiness in Su Shi, but he felt tired and lazy. He simply let the other person be unfamiliar but personally tossed himself, and lowered his eyes and said a word.
The constant high heat called his throat a little dry, and he couldn't hold back two coughs. Song Hao had already brought the clear water to the side, and naturally took his shoulder and neck and put the bowl on his lips. Shore.
Looking at Lu Liu as if it was not a reaction, Song Song was calm, but he could not help but violently jumped up.
This morning, he looked at it and saw that the rice on the night of last night had not moved. Only when he remembered that the other side’s wrists were so painful, they couldn’t hold the chopsticks and couldn’t help but annoyed their long-term carelessness.
This kind of action has been practiced hundreds of times in his heart. He only hopes that the other party will not feel any humiliation, how much water can be consumed, and some things can be eaten before the body can improve.
After the stalemate, Lu Li finally whispered a thank you, slightly bowed his head, and took two sips of water through his hand.
Song Hao's eyes were slightly bright, and he helped him to lean back carefully. His arms slowly pulled away, but the skin still seemed to have the stubborn heat of the body.
He was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it, but he still forced himself to squat his heart. He was half-squatting in front of the couch and greeted the pair of clear glass-like shackles: "Ming Jun Jian", will it be turned over when it is empty?"
The heart screamed and screamed, and the eyes of Su said suddenly, and the chilling moment pierced the rare soft color of the high fever, and the regent of the reign of power.
Song Xiaoran did not move, still carrying his head, the night-like like a deep and steady welcoming, and then no longer see the slightest clumsiness.
"The Regent has asked too much."
The sound was cold, and the eyes re-emerged in the indifference of the thousands of miles. All the previous efforts seemed to be destroyed.
Song Hao still does not dare to retreat.
In fact, he does not like to read books. In addition to the military strategy, the name of the book is already known. But this book, he has to know more clearly than others.
"Ming Jun Jian" is the book of the emperor, written by the king of the founding of Xuan Chao. It is written in the policy of governing the country. It is about the way of the emperor. Apart from the Prince, even the other emperors cannot even look at it.
In the study of Xiangfu that day, he saw this book. It seems that he was often read and made careful notes, but he did not think much about it. After all, the sacred name of Luli has a heart of inconspicuousness. Holding this book in my hand is just normal.
But until today, I witnessed the meeting and heard the accusations of Lu Ji’s accusation, and he suddenly realized a fact that could not be ignored but was never mentioned.
Luli can hold the sword and force the palace, and can be used as the front of the emperor's face, and the left-handed family is easily eliminated.
If he wants to reverse, he should have opposed it.
"You don't want to rebel. I never thought about it. You didn't want to sit in that position from the beginning..."
The voice didn't feel hoarse, Song Song slammed openly, greeted the pair of cold mirror ice-like eyes, kneeling toward him: "Right phase, you are educating the emperor, right?"
There was a chill in the eyes, and the light stone was fired. Luli had been buckled in the throat of Song Song. As long as he used force, he could take his life.
Song Song did not move, his eyes fixed on him.
"You are not allowed to go to see the emperor, because the emperor has no intention to cultivate the prince. All the gifts, the books, the encouragement, are in the name of the emperor, sending people to the prince's hand, so that he always thought He has a gentle, kind and good father..."
The chest can not stop the intense ups and downs, the sharpness of the eyes in the eyes fell to the bottom of the eyes, but they could not afford the half-hearted confrontation, only the thick and weak.
Song Yu couldn't help but hold his hand. The hand was weak and unable to make it clear. It was a very threatening gesture. However, because of the involvement of a wounded person, even the strength has no way to make it.
The hands were not able to hold even the chopsticks. Even though this seemingly thin body still contained powerful strength, it could not pose a threat to itself.
Raise his hand and touch the luke of the lure, and the voice of the Song dynasty dumb down, almost with a slight tremor that could not be touched.
"Clear, you... how is this?"
Lu Liang's hand trembled, and finally completely unloaded, long eyelashes and low convergence, the hand lost the power and fell into the palm of Song.
The sharp edge of the blade-like sharpness dissipated, and Song Yu discovered that the other side could not stop the slight tremor. The forced outbreak of the genius clearly exceeded the limit of this body, and the counter-attack had already surged.
Song Yu can stand up to the vast pressure of the right phase, can withstand the full murder of Lu Li, but can not see the other side weak, but still have to fight to hold a stubborn posture.
So the last point insisted on all the disarming and disarming. He hurriedly reached out and put the body that could not fall from his heart into his arms. He said with anxious voice: "Relax, clear light, relax, I don't ask, you don't want this. Don't force yourself again..."
"Wang Ye, the traitor is also a human being, and also has a heart, there will be a time when you are not careful."
The body fell into the arms, and the hot forehead was weak enough to reach the neck, and the hoarse voice whispered in the ear, revealing a little cool self-deprecating.
"I was just a momentary thought, I thought I could control the Prince, but I didn't want to raise the tiger. I was self-sufficient. I lost a little bit of good thoughts at the beginning, but I lost it. Wang Ye’s own heart is clear, so I don’t have to call it. The emperor knew that Lu Li was no longer good, and he did not rely on his mercy for forgiveness and lingering."
Song Wei couldn't bear to ask him again, just nodded lightly, and gathered his almost empty body in his arms. The warm palm slowly passed, carefully calming down the vagueness of the lower back.
"Know it. Clear, sleep for a while, I am guarding you..."
"It’s as if the prince is not guarding me, there is still a place to go."
Perhaps it was ironed by the warm touch, and the people in his arms were hard to resist, but they still refused to let go.
Song Yu was dumb, almost couldn't help but bitterly smile, and helplessly fell into the eyes, the tired eyelids have slowly slammed, the black eyelashes hang down, covering the clear eyes of the eyes.
Although it was still hot, the tremor that almost caused sputum was finally calmed down. Song Yu was a little relieved, carefully holding the person who was sleeping and lying on the couch, covering up the quilt for him.
After all, the partial temple was cold and cold, and the glass was hot and hot. Only after sleeping, the body was instinctively tightened because of the cold.
Song squinted and got up and walked out of the temple door. It was too late to open. The headed Yulin Wei had already met with difficulties.
"Wang Ye, the emperor has already decreed that the use of the temple is only based on Tianqiang, except that the three meals of the Regent are still unchanged, and the rest should not be accommodating..."
"Is this what he said?"
I didn’t expect Song Shouzhen to really do this. I remembered that people who were still asleep, Song Yu’s anger in his chest, the voice was getting lower and lower:
According to this, the right side is seriously injured and the heat is not retreating. He does not intend to control it. is it?"
Yu Linwei was equally unbearable, struggling with his face, and his head was silent.
I remembered the situation that had just been broken by myself. The fierce anger suddenly became difficult to self-control and swelled from the bottom of my heart. I was stagnating in the body, burning the internal organs, and gradually extinguished into an icy ember.
Song Yu was indifferent for a long while, and looked up at Yulin Wei at the door: "With your skill, can you stop the king?"
"Wang Ye is not! There are still people in the Luxiang family, and their lives are between the emperor."
Yu Linwei suddenly fell down on one knee and said with a heart: "The emperor said: The crime of Zhulian has not yet been decided. If Wang Ye arbitrarily smashes out, this is not a land, but a land. More than a hundred..."
Song Yu’s eyes were black and the throat was almost full of sweetness. The step back was stable and the eyes were already showing some sad sarcasm.
It is the way of the emperor.
Song Shouyi did not know that he was using Lu Li’s day-to-day hard work to teach him something, step by step to push Luli into a dead end.
The daylight faded, and the light of Song’s eyes was gradually darkened, standing still for a long while, and the sleeves turned and swung back into the temple.
Behind Yulin Wei is still squatting, casting a silent silhouette in the sunset.
The mortal bureau.
Back to the front of the bed, Song Hao almost no longer self-sufficient, squatting down in front of the couch, looking at the glazed face of Li Liang in the faint sorrow of the face, the chest seems to be slashing the knife, sulking in front of the black .
Song Zhifu will regret it sooner or later, and he has never decided to decide something like this.
No one can guarantee that the arrival of this regret will be in time for a big mistake, or after everything has been irreparable.
If the latter, if it is the latter...
The strong fear spread silently, and Song Zhen couldn't help but hold the pale, cold hand, and the hot stream stalked in the throat, causing him to stop shaking slightly.
The fingers in the palm of his hand were scorned, and the soft force made him wake up awkwardly and hurriedly greeted the slowly opening black sables.
"But it’s just a bit of a bitter, and the prince can’t stand it?

It seems as if everything has been put into a safe grasp, and the misty mist that has awakened is gone, and the eyes are not cold and indifferent. Instead, it shows a faint smile again: "I sat in the Xiangfu lobby for two days and had no meals. Eat, no crying like Wang Ye..."
Mutely smirked out from the chest that was almost numb, and the vines were soft.
Song Wei tried to provoke the corners of his lips, raised his hand and hurriedly wiped the cheeks and cold, and said that his face also showed some smile: "Calling the light and laughing."
Seeing his emotions calm down a bit, it is no longer like turning around before the little emperor immediately put his own posture, Su Shi finally released his heart, comfortably grasped the hand, and then squinted again.
The temperature of the night is getting lower and lower, the weakness and the cold are still lingering, and his body can't help but get tighter.
Song Yu’s heart was slightly moved, and suddenly he whispered a sin, and he dismissed his clothes and walked on the bed. The long arm was put into the arms and wrapped tightly with heavy clothes.
The warm touch was transmitted through the chest, and it was called Su Shi instinctively trembled. He couldn’t help but blink to confirm the true identity of the other person, but he was covered by one hand: "Clean, don't blink..."
The body was glued to each other through a thin piece of clothing, and the man was finally completely embraced in his arms. The faint ink scented at the tip of his nose, his arms steadily ringing behind his back, and the curled up body gradually relaxed under the warmth of comfort.
He can't help but want to deceive himself. As long as he doesn't meet the indifferent chill of the other person's eyes because of such offense, it becomes a real bed between them.
The shadow of Lu Li has been in his heart for thirteen years.
"It will be very cold at night, so it will be better. We are in the army, and when it is cold in the winter night, it will do the same..."
I’m talking about an excuse that I’ve already thought of well, and Song’s heart is so bad that I can only comfort myself silently. After all, the other side has never had the experience of recruiting troops, and may believe such a pretext.
Suddenly there was a very light laughter in his arms, which made him think that he had an illusion, breathless, and carefully watched his eyes.
The man had relaxed, rubbed his eyes against his chest, and his breath was long and stable, and he did not know when he had slept. 2k novel reading network