Chapter 24: Bow Tie All the above are just passing clouds, now the most important thing is...

All of the above are just empty talk. The most important thing now is the emperor’s illness.

Lu Zhifeng thought it through and asked, "Do you have any clues about your majesty's illness?"

"Perhaps, we can find a solution here." Wang Dequan took out the three blood-colored pills that Song Heng had put down and not taken before.

When Su Keke opened the rosewood box and three blood-red pills appeared, they instantly caught her attention. She sighed inwardly, "So familiar, I feel like I've seen them somewhere."

"Who made this pill?" Su Keke asked anxiously, eager to get the name she was thinking of.

"It's Doctor Bai." Wang Dequan thought for a moment and gave a definite answer.

"Thanks to Doctor Bai, otherwise many people might not be alive today." The man who wore white clothes all day long and refused to compromise or do crooked things, devoted himself to alchemy, which he was ashamed of, for the sake of dozens or even hundreds of medicine men.

The end result is an antidote, not a panacea.

The result was not quite what the old emperor had expected. She died in the blooming crabapple flowers in her snow-white clothes, leaving without being stained by dust.

Upon hearing the news of this man's death, Su Keke couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart.

Su Keke: "Give me the pills, I'll study them."

"Miss Su, this is for you." The old eunuch raised his head slightly and handed the medicine to Su Keke. She looked familiar, so familiar. He inexplicably felt that she could do it. He suddenly added a hopeful word, "I hope you can find the antidote quickly."

Su Keke took it seriously with deep hope. When she took it, she was more serious and determined, "I will."

"Your Majesty is now in a coma. I don't have any solution for the time being." Su Keke wrote down another prescription and handed it to Song Heng. "He may wake up on his own, just like when he escaped. This prescription can sustain your Majesty's daily needs. Just like eating, three times a day is enough."

"good."

*

Lu Zhifeng personally handled everything related to Song Heng. Of course, this included feeding him medicine. If he couldn't, he would use a special method to feed him medicine, just like eating, three times a day for several days.

The moon was perched above the willows, and the surroundings were silent, as if everyone was sound asleep. With the exception of Lu Zhifeng, scattered moonlight fell on Song Heng's face. Song Heng, who still had faint signs of life, exuded a slight chill. Under the moonlight, he seemed to melt into the cold light, perhaps like the fireflies before, flickering and disappearing.

A sense of integration and disappearance.

Filled with thoughts, Lu Zhifeng raised his hand, trying to grasp the ethereal presence. The newly changed silk cloth wrapped the wound neatly, the large bow tied with the cloth, just like Song Heng's clumsy hand bandaging that day, disappointed with the man, yet still with infinite patience, was still vivid in his mind.

Even the extremely soft silk cloth was afraid of hurting Song Heng in the slightest. Unwrapping, changing, and bandaging were all handled by Song Heng himself. Lu Zhifeng felt anxious and worried. As the bright moon grew brighter, Song Heng became more and more immersed in it. The desire to disappear suddenly became stronger, and he panicked and his movements became chaotic.

"Master Imperial Master, you are so stupid."

"Why did you hit the big knot in front right away?"

"It should be pulled straight down."

"Look, if you pull the two straps at the bottom, it will come untied quickly."

"Master Imperial Master, don't just watch, try it yourself."

“…”

What’s important is not how to untie a bow, what attracts people is the smart person!

At this moment, forget, forget everything.

All that is left is the desire to untie, to catch and touch the person in front of you.

The bone-piercing wound tore open again, and as blood continued to flow out, it finally separated. The silk cloth was torn into tatters, and the hand was unrecognizable.

He didn't have time to care about the blood dripping along the lines on his hands, and couldn't wait to touch Song Heng.

The moment his fingertips touched the slightly cool face, Lu Zhifeng's anxious heart felt real and calmed down.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." As blood from his palm spread from the side of Song Heng's face, passing through the corner of his mouth and chin, leaving several bloody streaks, Lu Zhifeng seemed to have regained his senses and apologized hurriedly.

Maybe panicking will only cause more trouble.

I originally wanted to wipe it off with my hand, but I used my injured hand.

The result is obvious: the few slightly beautiful winding lines were painted into a mess.

"Is this how you're sorry, Imperial Master?" Song Heng felt itchy on his face just after he returned to his body. When he figured it out, his hands still didn't stop making trouble.

There was another suction force, and he was inexplicably brought back.

"Your Majesty?" Lu Zhifeng was suddenly startled by the familiar voice.

"Look at what you have done, my dear. Could it be fake?" Song Heng pointed at the red half of his face with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Lu Zhifeng frantically found a handkerchief to wipe his face with. "I'll wipe it for you right away."

Song Heng grabbed the hand that was about to step forward and said, "Let's bandage your wound first, my dear. What do you think?"

The tone did not allow for questioning, and Lu Zhifeng responded dully and obediently: "Okay."

I was delighted to receive another big bow.

"It's late, aren't you sleepy?" The moonlight is bright, but it can't hide the deepness of the night.

"I'm not sleepy." Having lost and regained everything again, Lu Zhifeng cherishes every second.

"Then lie down first, how about that?" He had been working so hard these past few days that he couldn't sit up all night. Song Heng was worried that Lu Zhifeng wouldn't be able to handle it, so he changed the question.

Since I'm not sleepy, it's good to lie down. With a soft bed to keep me company, what if I fall asleep?

"Okay." Lu Zhifeng was very obedient.

Lu Zhifeng slowly advised. Even if His Majesty was unhappy, he still hoped His Majesty could check on his current physical condition. "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? How about asking Miss Su to come and take a look?"

The word "imperial physician" was not mentioned, but the feeling was the same. He was uneasy when he first came in. Because of the original owner's mechanism, Song Heng's body immediately opened the fear authority.

"No more watching, no more watching. How about Your Majesty continue to rest?" Lu Zhifeng comforted softly, secretly cursing himself for being inconsiderate.

Song Heng had relied solely on herbal remedies for the past few days to replenish his body's functions, and it seemed as if waking up had taken all his energy. Lu Zhifeng's skillful patting of the child inexplicably made Song Heng feel sleepy.

After a while, Song Heng's eyelids began to droop and he gradually fell asleep.

His breathing was even, not intermittent like when he was unconscious. Only after he was sure that he was asleep did Lu Zhifeng feel relieved.

It was impossible not to check Song Heng's physical condition. Lu Zhifeng put him down and tucked in the corners of the quilt. He left the house, looking back every few steps. When he got outside, he went to look for Su Keke at a gust of wind.

There are differences between men and women, and meeting late at night might damage Miss Su's reputation.

So Lu Zhifeng called a few maids to serve him and went with him.

Lu Zhifeng: "Go call Miss Su."

Maid: "As you wish."

"Miss Su, are you in the room?" The maid closed the wooden door and asked.

Fortunately, Su Keke was busy with research and did not fall asleep either. However, her thoughts were a little disturbed, which made her a little annoyed.

The words were a little hurried, "What's the matter?"

"Lord Lu wants to see you."

Just when I was worried that I couldn't get my thoughts to the point, when I heard that it was Lu Zhifeng who came, I knew it must be something related to Song Heng.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be there soon." Since it was something she was interested in, Su Keke said in a lighter tone and quickly agreed.

*

"You said His Majesty woke up on his own?" Su Keke found it incredulous. She had been so sure before that Song Heng would remain unconscious, yet she hadn't expected him to suddenly wake up midway.

"That's right." Lu Zhifeng was also confused. He had thought that Song Heng would wake up when the time came, but this time it was beyond the time.

The rules are disrupted, and the mood is even more messed up.

Therefore, Song Heng's awakening could not have been according to any rules.

Perhaps, there is an opportunity.

There is no way to know at the moment. After all, the situations were very critical both times and it is impossible to capture more details.

"Your Majesty's pulse is weak right now. Perhaps it's because he hasn't eaten for too long and is physically weak. He needs more nourishment. Judging from his pulse, his condition isn't life-threatening for now." Su Keke came to a similar conclusion as before. Considering the patient's particularity, Su Keke added, "If you find anything unusual, come see me immediately."

Lu Zhifeng: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Su. Please send Miss Su back to her bedroom safely."

"Your Majesty, Miss Su said you are alright for now. I really hope that is the case."

The fantasy is like this, but the reality is a heavy blow to people. After all, Wang Dequan’s words are like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

It may fall at any time.

In the past, His Majesty used countless people as medicine in his quest for immortality. There were countless case studies, but without exception, the later batches of people who used medicine always ended up dead, no matter how hard they tried.

Fortunately, Dr. Bai's medicine temporarily relieved the condition of some people.

For example, Song Heng, and those old guys in the capital.

If we do not intervene, the final outcome will be destruction.

Suddenly, a hand was placed across the waist. The fabric was soft and silky, and the sleeves slid to the elbows, revealing a piece of pale skin.

After being interrupted, Lu Zhifeng felt that it was useless to worry about the future and he should focus on the present.

After Song Heng's soul completely merged with the original owner's body, the fear and sleepiness released from his heart completely disappeared.

Judging from the tone of Lu Zhifeng's words, you can tell that this person must have imagined hundreds of bad outcomes in his mind.

If I don't interrupt him, he will keep thinking about it until dawn.

"Huh? Why is there no movement yet?" Song Heng pretended to be asleep and hugged Lu Zhifeng.

On the way to Jiangnan, they had shared a bed in the carriage for so many days. As long as Song Heng hugged Lu Zhifeng, Lu Zhifeng would get on the bed and sleep with Song Heng no matter how busy he was.

[Sure enough, everyone who listened to me before was just a liar. It's only been a few days, and Lu Zhifeng has already forgotten the meaning of this gesture.]

Song, the dramatic spirit, pretended to be completely heartbroken in his mind, hugged himself tightly and complained to the system at the same time.

"Host, you haven't woken up for more than a few days, you haven't woken up for several days."

"I can't forget it for days. It's so sad."

Song Heng's hand, thinner and more emaciated due to his coma, rested slightly weakly on Lu Zhifeng's waist, as light as cotton. The system saw this, but perhaps because it lacked a sense of reality, it suggested to Song Heng, "Try again, and maybe it will work."

The Imperial Preceptor, who works hard and personally, cannot collapse like this due to exhaustion.

After all, he is now in charge of all the affairs of the court!

It's necessary to let people have a good sleep.

Maybe, give it a try?