Chapter 3 Lu Zhifeng Time flies, just when I came, I saw the window...

Before the system presented the task to Song Heng.

The person who came had already walked to the bedside, and Song Heng no longer had time to care about anything else.

The newcomer's features were gentle yet not entirely gentle, revealing an unexpected aura of cool nobility. He arrived bearing light, his complexion, bathed in sunlight, as smooth as jade. He wore a white cloud-satin brocade gown embroidered with silver trim and hollowed-out patterns. A fine white jade auspicious cloud pendant hung from his waist, his long, inky hair bound up in a jade crown. Nothing else. His subtle adornments, his every gesture, revealed a scholarly grace.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Lu Zhifeng's voice was as gentle as jade, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

Song Heng was about to help the person who was kneeling in front of him up when he heard the system's voice in his ears.

[Warning, please don't be OOC. ]

"In the original text, wasn't the original owner only kind to Lu Zhifeng?" Song Heng asked in his mind.

"Lu Zhifeng helped the original owner when she was a child, but that couldn't compare to the past few days. Lu Zhifeng has spared no effort, advising the original owner every day to be diligent in government and care for the people."

"Especially yesterday, the original owner was furious with Lu Zhifeng." Little Black Tuanzi continued to analyze the plot, "Why not? I can't be nice to him today. After all, the original owner is a tyrant."

After understanding what had happened, Song Heng lifted the brocade quilt and stood directly on the white fox rug in front of the bed. He narrowed his eyes and slowly approached. He could smell the fragrance of books emanating from the kneeling person, which made him feel inexplicably calm.

A kind of calmness that overcame the body's instincts. This was the true relaxation Song Heng felt after coughing up blood.

Yes, relax.

It was so comfortable that Song Heng wanted to stretch lazily, contrary to his character. He desperately wanted to sleep again. He still had to restrain himself in front of a beautiful woman.

He could only reach out and lift Lu Zhifeng's chin. The touch was slightly cool, like jade. "The Imperial Master came today to ask me to be diligent in my work and love the people, and not to kill innocent people?"

Lu Zhifeng was forced to raise his head. His body, which was originally kneeling straight, was now slightly raised with his head, which made him look more upright and proud.

His voice was gentle but neither humble nor arrogant. "Your Majesty has just ascended the throne. I just hope that you can..."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Zhifeng saw the person in front of him bend his body, and then he fell onto the white brocade quilt behind him like a weak willow in the wind.

Song Heng suddenly felt like he was electrocuted, and pain spread all over his body. He suddenly fell onto the bed, and couldn't help but curl up. The heaviness in his chest that he had just felt came back.

Suddenly he started coughing violently, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, covering the original brown-red marks on the corner of his lips.

Lu Zhifeng ignored the etiquette and immediately stood up to support the person curled up in bed. Song Heng's pupils shrank and he struggled subconsciously. Sensing Song Heng's movements, Lu Zhifeng immediately embraced him and held him in his arms. He was surprised to find that the person in his arms was taller than him, but incredibly light, like a floating feather.

Once the wind blows, it will completely disappear.

Looking at a weak person, it doesn't seem so scary anymore.

"Imperial Physician, call the imperial physician quickly." The originally gentle voice became more realistic, and the speaking speed also increased a lot.

"No, don't..." Song Heng was extremely weak. When he heard the imperial physician being called, his weak arms rose and fell slightly, trying to stop it.

The palace door was pushed open again, and the eunuch chief Wang Dequan, who was on standby at all times, trotted towards the inner hall without stopping for a moment.

"Your Majesty, what are your instructions?" Wang Dequan kowtowed respectfully in front of Song Heng.

"Get out, get out." Song Heng felt better and drove Manager Wang out first. When he realized that someone was holding him and wanted to call the imperial physician again, he shook his head slightly to stop him.

After receiving the order, Wang Dequan did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately left the inner hall.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Why don't you ask Steward Wang to call the imperial physician?"

"Get out, you too."

When he heard the question again, Song Heng's tone was tinged with anger.

The man with a gentle temperament was stunned when he suddenly heard someone telling him to get out.

After all, for Lu Zhifeng, being scolded to get out was just a waste of time.

This is the first time in over twenty years.

He looked at the person in his arms in disbelief, and all he saw was the trembling little emperor. Song Heng seemed to have some kind of aftereffect, not as arrogant as usual. The hostility around him dissipated, revealing only his soft inner self.

Here, hearing the word "imperial physician" again, nightmarish memories flooded back into his mind, drowning him like an endless abyss. He felt a biting cold wind blowing, and several pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, making Song Heng shudder.

Depressed, suffocating, unable to escape.

"Why do I react so strongly just because the original owner is scared?" Song Heng couldn't understand. To Song Heng, who was strong in heart, those nightmarish pasts were nothing to him.

"Report to the host. Because the host's soul is fused, the soul is still unstable and is greatly restricted by the original owner."

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There's nothing we can do about it.

Song Heng took advantage of the situation and pretended to be even weaker, looking like he was sick and unable to move. "I'm sick and can't complete the mission."

"No, host, you need to cheer up." Faced with the completely unmotivated host, the little black ball felt extremely distressed. "Host, you should slowly change Lu Zhifeng's impression, become diligent and caring about the people, and change the tragic outcome for both of you."

But only for a moment.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Song Heng's forehead, slid down his thin cheeks, and soaked his pure white collar.

"Your Majesty, it's okay, it's okay." Inspired by the scene, Lu Zhifeng's heart softened. He gently coaxed the person in his arms like a stressed-out kitten.

I completely forgot the purpose of coming here.

*

When everything is quiet, the bright sun has become hazy, and the afterglow of the setting sun only shines in one corner.

Dusk is approaching, the transition between day and night, the border between light and darkness. Embracing each other in bed, the two of them are in a state of distinct light and darkness, cut off from the world.

It is both an abyss and redemption.

"Your Majesty." Lu Zhifeng called out softly when he saw that Song Heng was no longer feeling uncomfortable and had fallen asleep.

There was no response. Lu Zhifeng smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Pay attention to His Majesty's health." After walking out of the palace, Lu Zhifeng gave detailed instructions to the steward Wang who was respectfully guarding the door.

Since ascending the throne, the emperor has been like a wolf cub, with a strong sense of territory. He doesn't like anyone entering his territory. His daily life is temporary, and there is no need to wait in the inner palace.

He wanted to say that His Majesty didn't like to be disturbed and couldn't pay attention, but on second thought, Wang Dequan felt that Lu Zhifeng must be special.

After all, in the past, anyone who entered without His Majesty's consent, regardless of official position, would be beheaded on the spot.

Go in vertically and come out horizontally.

"Yeah." After a second of inner struggle, Wang Dequan felt really sorry for the emperor's situation, so he agreed.

After all, I have seen him grow up, and he was promoted by the emperor, so I should put the emperor first in everything.

Far away from the towering imperial palace, the palace pavilions, and the dark red palace walls, the magnificent cage and the magnificent appearance hide a deadly crisis, where power and conspiracy are intertwined, and loyalty and betrayal coexist.

Lu Zhifeng boarded the sedan chair waiting at the palace gate and was lost in thought all the way from the moment he got off the sedan chair until he got home.

Thinking of the little emperor curled up in bed, afraid of the imperial physician, perhaps the current situation in the palace is not so clear.

I had a brief glimpse of him before when he was studying with the Crown Prince and the Second Prince. The child who was timid but stubborn like Little Poplar back then is now taller than me.

The violent look on the throne.

Maybe, not entirely.

*

At this time, the person whose image was suspected was completely unaware and woke up again slowly.

The system really wants to kneel down. How can someone travel through time and space without worrying about their current situation and just sleep?

"Someone come here." After sleeping for nearly a day, Song Heng was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back and he had no desire to sleep at all.

The voice was neither loud nor soft. Wang Dequan, who was waiting at any time, noticed it when Song Heng spoke.

so,

When Song Heng got out of bed, Wang Dequan had already arrived and was serving him attentively. "Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

Song Heng was extremely envious of such high efficiency. It was nothing like his own newly established company, which was short of staff and had difficulty even asking an assistant to make a cup of coffee, let alone such meticulous service.

No wonder everyone wants to be the master of this world.

"I'm hungry."

"I'll go give the order right away." After hearing Song Heng's order, Wang Dequan immediately went out to give the order. He also called the servants to take care of Song Heng's daily life.

Being an emperor is great. Song Heng, who had just finished washing up, saw a sumptuous meal on the white jade round table.

After sending the servants away, Song Heng sat down on the jade stool.

Enjoy the meal.

"System." Without the mobile phone video to accompany the meal, Song Heng felt boring, so he called the system in his mind to discuss the next course of action together.

"I died with Lu Zhifeng in the end?" Song Heng asked.

"Yes, host, you and he were trapped in the hall by the rebels, the hero's army, and were surrounded and killed." The little black ball also gave some details, "Lu Zhifeng died before you. He blocked a sword for you."

Although it was useless. The system didn't say this, but just complained silently.

"Oh, host, you need to change quickly. If your tyranny continues, the rebels will arrive in three months."

"So fast?" Song Heng was surprised. "Are you saying that the male protagonist organized an army in such a short time and then destroyed me?"

"Yes." The little black ball gave an affirmative answer with a serious face.

"As expected of the male lead, the old emperor spent several years and even destroyed his own offspring to get the position." Completely unaware of the role, Song Heng analyzed the current situation with a hint of joking, "He got it in just three months."

"So, the original owner died after only a few days of enjoyment?" He just remembered that the poor defeated bandit was himself.

Song Heng suddenly understood why his beloved imperial teacher died tragically with him.

Good boy, he didn’t react at all.

They were wiped out by a group of people.

"Someone come." After analyzing the plot, Song Heng was too lazy to change anything. He no longer had the heart to continue talking nonsense with the system. Bored to death, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful imperial teacher he had met today.

"Where is the imperial teacher now?" He asked Wang Dequan who was called in.

"Reporting to the Emperor, the Imperial Preceptor is now in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion."

"Prepare your carriage. I have nothing to do, so I'd like to go see the imperial teacher and discuss some state affairs." After eating and drinking, in this ancient time without electronic products, Song Heng could only find some interesting things to kill time.

Lu Zhifeng is the only thing that Song Heng is interested in at the moment.

What's more, it is impossible for a person with pride to be angered the day before and then be angered again the next day.

Unless, something happened...

…

A very necessary thing.