Chapter 25: Imperial Concubine Song Heng listened to the system and stretched out her hand...

After listening to the system, Song Heng stretched out his hand, added some strength, and directly hugged the man. Lu Zhifeng fell directly onto the bed due to the force.

Song Heng said, how could he try again.

People who are capable will just go ahead and pull people up directly, so there is no need to try again and again.

Lu Zhifeng felt the increased force this time, and he lay down and looked at the person next to him.

Song Heng's eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly. He looked very peaceful and calm.

At this moment, Song Heng unconsciously clasped his hands again.

Lu Zhifeng realized that it might be an unconscious action in his sleep.

The scene reappeared, and Lu Zhifeng smiled as he finally understood the meaning.

"I will keep my promise and sleep with Your Majesty." Lu Zhifeng took off his outer robe and got on the bed.

*

The good times didn't last long. In the morning, Song Heng felt obviously unwell.

This time he wasn't unconscious, but he was in pain all over, with a sharp pain in his head. The young man next to him was still sleeping, his eyes bruised badly, and Song Heng didn't want to trouble him.

Just like how I have been doing since I was little, I endured it. It was him, and it was him.

Patience was a compulsory course for me when I was a child.

Now, after experiencing the careful care of others, it seems that my tolerance has deteriorated.

It hurt, so he clenched his teeth. If that didn't work, he would bite his fingers. Even with the unbearable pain, Song Heng managed to suppress it with some effort.

Only occasionally taking a breath or two. Really good, not comparable to before. Being able to do this, Song Heng felt that he was pretty good.

Finding joy in the midst of pain and maintaining an optimistic attitude will lead to sadness soon after.

After all, pain can be endured, but coughing cannot be suppressed.

The knuckles bitten by the teeth suddenly tightened, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in the throat. With the cough, a trail of blood meandered to the porcelain-white jaw. Perhaps because of the excessive coughing, the plain white pajamas were also stained with scarlet blood.

Every slightest movement could be captured, not to mention Song Heng's heart-wrenching cough.

After Song Heng recovered a little, he was back in Lu Zhifeng's arms.

This time, Lu Zhifeng didn't ask for the imperial physician. He simply hugged Song Heng tightly, softly and powerfully, and gently patted his back to relieve his pain.

The movement was too gentle, and the pain that Song Heng could still bear was suddenly magnified infinitely, as if he could no longer suppress it.

Not wanting to be noticed, Song Heng bit the knuckle of his index finger again, which was already bleeding.

It was obvious that he was very angry. He was not at the end of the blood storage, but under Song Heng's fierce bite, the oozing blood turned into a gushing blood.

Originally the blood was only in the tooth marks, but now it was showing through and was obvious.

"Your Majesty, loosen your fingers." Lu Zhifeng saw that the coughing had stopped. Just as he was about to check on Song Heng's condition, he saw this scene. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Your Majesty, please bite my knuckle." After saying that, he tried to take the knuckle out of Song Heng's mouth.

The pain spread throughout his body, and it felt like his head was also invaded. Song Heng could no longer figure out what was going on.

A gentle voice surrounded his ears, and Song Heng listened to it as he was told and did as he was told.

The second bite was different from the hard texture of knuckles, soft yet tough, and it was easy to leave two rows of teeth marks.

When it first entered his mouth, Song Heng couldn't tell, thinking it was his knuckles. The pain surged up again, and a fishy and sweet taste burst in his mouth, but his knuckles didn't hurt anymore.

It was an arm, Lu Zhifeng's arm.

Song Heng was not used to bothering others, and relied on his remaining consciousness to restrain his subsequent strength.

"It's okay, Your Majesty. Just bite it if you feel any pain." His arm was covered with bite marks and blood was flowing out, but Lu Zhifeng's tone was still gentle.

No matter how much you try to control yourself, there will always be times when you don't know the severity of the pain due to constant erosion.

Suddenly, Song Heng retracted his teeth and stopped biting Lu Zhifeng's arm, but just held it gently in his mouth.

"Your Majesty!" Pain was an unbearable curse for Song Heng, but it was Lu Zhifeng's salvation. When the pain in his hand no longer came,

Lu Zhifeng immediately checked Song Heng's condition carefully, fearing that Song Heng had died like before.

"My dear, I'm fine." Song Heng propped himself up and patted Lu Zhifeng's shoulder.

"That's good, that's good." Lu Zhifeng was visibly happy.

Song Heng felt much more comfortable. "Where are those old guys in the capital?"

"They've all been captured and sent to a dark cell."

"What else can you ask?"

"Your Majesty, it's about your illness." Lu Zhifeng looked at Song Heng deeply, considering whether to tell Song Heng that it was the old emperor who had poisoned Song Heng.

"It's about Father, right?" Song Heng continued, taking over Lu Zhifeng's words. "Did Father give me the medicine?"

"yes."

"Any other news?"

Lu Zhifeng thought for a moment and said, "After the old eunuch went crazy, he not only kept talking about the poison the old emperor had cast on him, but also kept talking about the imperial concubine, saying that she had deceived him."

"Have you checked?" I was thinking of meeting the imperial concubine while I was controlling the flood, but I didn't expect to be delayed like this.

"The imperial concubine was out worshipping Buddha a few days ago. She hasn't returned yet."

"Where did you go?"

"The day before returning to Beijing."

"Are you back today?"

"I'm back."

"Please accompany me to meet this imperial concubine." As both an enemy and a friend, Song Heng felt that perhaps she knew something.

*

"Your Majesty is here." The imperial concubine had already been in the courtyard, setting out tea and snacks, as if she was waiting for Song Heng and the others.

"No need to be so polite."

Song Heng got straight to the point, his tone firm. "It was you who delivered the message earlier."

There was no trace of denial on her beautiful face.

"Why?" When Changle came before, the kind of innate intimacy he showed to himself was not uncommon in the imperial family.

The imperial concubine's face was relaxed, her eyes looking into the distance. After a slight sigh, her gaze returned to Song Heng with a hint of kindness in her eyes.

"Your mother and I are old friends."

"What's the relationship?"

"She is my husband's sister. At that time, the emperor was obsessed with the art of immortality. My family was broken up, and I was adopted by your mother's family. I was considered a child bride. Your mother's family was very kind, so kind that I was willing to marry your eldest brother, who was five years older than me. In that era, having a stutter was considered quite good."

"Back then, our family wasn't wealthy, but we had enough to eat. Your uncle would hunt game from time to time, so we could still have some meat. Life like that was, if not the best, at least exceptional. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last. While the old emperor was on an incognito tour looking for a miracle doctor, he took a fancy to your mother and abducted her. Your uncle tried to stop him, but he was thrown to death. Right in front of me."

Song Heng didn't expect that this would involve so many past events.

"You know what happened next. I also entered the palace. I didn't expect to receive the bad news about your mother as soon as I entered." The imperial concubine was already in tears when she said this.

"Wang Dequan, don't blame him. He was sent over to take care of you. Later, in order to avoid attracting attention, he was also drugged. At the time, it was euphemistically stated that they were observing the condition of the drugged person together."

No wonder, in the original owner's memory, Wang Dequan was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but at least he kept the original owner from starving to death.

"In the beginning, you colluded with those people in the capital." Song Heng was very sure.

"Yes, the old emperor refused to die, and I couldn't let go of the hatred in my heart." The imperial concubine continued to recount what had happened. "While we were fanning the flames in front of the prince, we were secretly drugging the old emperor. Of course, I also took an extra step. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been the one to ascend the throne."

Song Heng pondered, "In the beginning, the capital intended to use the emperor to control the princes."

"Exactly. He didn't act sooner or later, but waited until I gave birth to the prince. That was his plan. Unfortunately, those eunuchs underestimated me."

"It's General He."

"Yes, that boy is my brother. I hope he didn't cause you any trouble. I haven't seen him for several years to avoid arousing suspicion. He was very naughty when he was young."

"No, Brother He is very calm now. He has helped me a lot." He said that He Yuanming would never obey his orders just because of the old emperor's imperial edict. He did not have a good reputation at that time.

"Now, most of the dangers have been eliminated, except for your poison." The imperial concubine's tears, which had temporarily stopped, began to flow again.

"It's okay, it will be fine. I am the ruler of the world, there will always be a way." Song Heng comforted.

"Do you carry that talisman with you every day?" The imperial concubine suddenly remembered this.

"Here." Song Heng pulled out a red rope from his neck, revealing a talisman.

"This is what I asked for in the temple before. Take good care of it. I have never given you anything since you were a child." The imperial concubine felt guilty.

"Now that we are all here, it's the best thing."

"Stay for dinner." Talk less about sad topics.

"Okay, call General He along." Song Heng stopped Lu Zhifeng who was about to leave, "My dear, you have helped so much, you should stay."

"This is a private matter, Your Majesty. It is not appropriate for me to be here."

Song Heng leaned close to Lu Zhifeng's ear and asked, "My dear, don't you like me? You don't even want to meet my parents?"

"I'm willing...I am willing." Lu Zhifeng's heart was pounding, and his thoughts were blooming.

This is considered a reunion dinner.

*

After this day, Song Heng's health deteriorated.

As if to confirm what Wang Dequan said, Song Heng's condition became worse day by day, and he coughed up blood more frequently than once a day or several times a day.

Song Heng was visibly losing weight, even more so than when he was infected with the epidemic in Jiangnan. His pale face was drained of color, and his lips, the only thing that had previously been a hint of pink, were now dull.

"The symptoms occur frequently but recover quickly." Su Keke was puzzled.

There must be some opportunity.

Su Keke: "What did your Majesty do when he was ill?"

"Your Majesty suffers from unbearable pain every time he gets sick, and he coughs up blood."

"What has your Majesty done?"

"When your Majesty is in unbearable pain, he will bite his fingers." Lu Zhifeng continued, "I usually offer my arm to replace your Majesty's fingers for you to bite."

"Lift up your sleeves so I can see your arms."

Lu Zhifeng immediately did as he was told, and his arm, without the sleeve covering it, became unrecognizable and appeared in front of everyone.

"Blood?" Su Keke saw the slightly different blood and thought of what the old eunuch said about Lu Zhifeng being a medicine man before. "Can I take some of your blood for research?"

With the direction, Lu Zhifeng seemed to understand, "Okay."