Song Yushu stopped talking abruptly, then laughed foolishly at Lu Zhixing, pretending that he had never said that.
She turned around and said, "Didn't you say you were going to apply medicine to me? Hurry up, it hurts."
Although he knew that Song Yushu was trying to change the subject, Lu Zhixing couldn't bring himself to interrupt her. After all, the blood-soaked white cloth was extremely conspicuous.
"You are a girl!" Lu Zhixing could only say one sentence in the end, and then he and Song Yushu untied the white cloth on her body.
The second brother has a hobby that is unknown to the public but vaguely known to the public. Lu Zhixing's heart is full of emotions. He wonders whether he should knock Song Yushu unconscious, get her out of here, bring her to the Queen Mother's Palace, and then let the Queen Mother come forward to cut this matter off?
Or create some trouble so that Lu Yanzhou will not be able to take care of Song Yushu?
Song Yushu guessed what Lu Zhixing was thinking. She suddenly spoke calmly, "Stop thinking of not letting me go to provide disaster relief."
Lu Zhixing's hands froze for a moment. He wanted to refute, but looking at Song Yushu's wound, he couldn't speak. He had no way to refute what Song Yushu said, so he could only mutter, "Then stay away from Lu Yanzhou."
This was the first time he called his second brother by his full name. When they were young, they had played together and had some brotherly love. However, the imperial family was inherently ruthless, and as they grew up, all that was left was the cold throne.
Song Yushu had followed Lu Yanzhou to the south to provide disaster relief, and since he was ostensibly a eunuch, how could he not serve him? However, Song Yushu did not refute him, she nodded vigorously.
After Lu Zhixing applied the medicine to Song Yushu, the two chatted for a while. After Song Yushu fell asleep on the bed, he left the side hall and returned to Prince Jing's Mansion.
As soon as he returned to Prince Jing's Mansion, Lu Zhixing staggered. He had originally forced himself to get out of bed and go to Concubine Yu's palace, but now he could no longer hold on.
"Your Highness!" Liu Bai quickly supported him and led him to sit on the couch.
"Liu Bai, let Liucheng make some arrangements and add my name to the army going to the south to provide disaster relief." Lu Zhixing was half lying on the couch, not caring about relieving himself, and immediately ordered Liu Bai.
In the past, whenever Lu Yanzhou and Lu Zhichen provided disaster relief, the army would be called in to suppress the rebellion. The imperial court had become accustomed to this and would usually assemble the army and be ready before the princes provided disaster relief.
After the former Minister of War was ousted, the current Minister of War is already an old subordinate of Lu Zhixing's former Eagle Division.
Liu Bai knelt down to accept the order, then hesitated. He knew why Lu Zhixing wanted to go to the south to provide disaster relief. "But, Your Majesty, your injury..."
"Ashu's injuries are a hundred times worse than mine, and if she can go, why can't I?" Lu Zhixing's face darkened, staring at Liu Bai. "This trip to the south is the best opportunity to gain fame. If I never make a name for myself, how can I even talk about winning the throne?"
Although Liu Bai felt that Lu Zhixing's first words were his true intention, his next words also made sense, "Your Highness is wise!"
But Liu Bai, who was leaving, didn't know that Lu Zhixing rolled his eyes at his back.
The day of departure soon arrived, and because Song Yushu was injured, he could only sit in Lu Yanzhou's carriage.
When leaving the city gate, she resisted the urge to open the curtains and take a look at the tower. She knew that Lu Zhixing would definitely see her off on the tower.
But she couldn't let Lu Yanzhou see that Lu Zhixing valued her so much.
But Lu Yanzhou was a sarcastic person. He glanced at Song Yushu who was resting with his eyes closed and began.
"Ninth brother, you're such a fool! How come you didn't send anyone to say a word when you went to such a far place?"
Song Yushu could only open his eyes and respond, "Your Highness is so powerful, how could you send a mere eunuch like me as a gift? Your Highness, you are joking."
What power can a blind man have? Isn't it you who helped him? Lu Yanzhou was jealous. Isn't it just because he is good-looking?
Even his father, the emperor, has favored him since he was young, otherwise he wouldn't have had so much money to squander in the mansion even after Lu Zhichen seized power.
Lu Yanzhou felt resentful and spoke even more sarcastically, "Without your support, would he have had these comfortable days? If it were me, I would never act like this."
Come on, just because you keep saying bad things about Lu Zhixing, you are not a good person.
Song Yushu chuckled twice, then pretended to have pain in his back and replied perfunctorily to Lu Yanzhou.
Lu Yanzhou talked until his mouth was dry but he still couldn't get any substantive answer, so he shut up. After all, he was the crown prince of a country and had his own dignity.
He is just a small eunuch, so there is no need for him to lower himself so much. There is still plenty of time along the way, and his subordinates will do it well.
The prince's relief convoy left Kyoto in a mighty procession. On the city wall, Lu Zhixing stood on the tower in disguise. He stared at Lu Yanzhou's carriage for a long time, and the curtain was never lifted from beginning to end.
Although he knew that Song Yushu was a cautious person and would not rashly lift the curtain, he still couldn't help feeling disappointed.
"Walk."
Although the Ministry of War had arranged for the troops to be dispatched as quickly as possible, they could only chase after Lu Yanzhou's convoy.
Because the flood disaster in the south affected a very wide area, even Zou Lichengdu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War who had experienced several disaster relief operations, frowned repeatedly.
Unlike Lu Yanzhou's convoy, they could not ignore the disaster-stricken people. They could only stop from time to time to revitalize the disaster area and suppress the rebellious refugees.
Even Lu Zhixing, who wanted to catch up with Song Yushu the most, couldn't open his mouth. He stood on the high ground and looked at the fields that had turned into a vast ocean, feeling heartbroken.
Even after seeing such a tragic scene, Lu Yanzhou did not stop. He only wanted to speed up to reach the last stop, pretend to provide disaster relief, and then return to the court to complete another "great achievement" of his ascension to the throne.
Suddenly, a horse galloped over, and a messenger covered in mud held high a red flag and shouted, "The dam in Jiang'an Town has collapsed, and the prince has been swept into the flood and his life is in danger. Quick reinforcements!"
Hearing this, Lu Zhixing's eyes went dark and he couldn't stand for a moment. Fortunately, Liu Bai was there to support him, otherwise he would have fallen into the mud.
The flood was coming with great force. Song Yushu would definitely be by Lu Yanzhou's side. Would she...
At this moment, the originally calm depression suddenly seemed to boil, and the flood from upstream flowed here!
"Your Highness!" Liu Bai shouted, pulling Lu Zhixing and about to fly forward quickly, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Lu Zhixing.
His eyes were red, and he waved his arms and shouted, "All officers, listen to my orders. Save the civilians first. Anyone who deserts the battlefield will be executed immediately!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
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