Chapter 70: Double Haunt 4 “Could it be that my wife is going to give birth to a baby for me…
Zhu Song felt dizzy and head-heavy, sometimes walking on the ground, sometimes flying in the sky. It took him a long time to finally stop.
The floor heating in the Yangxin Palace was burning brightly and it was very hot. Zhu Song looked up from his bed. The dim light had now become colorful. There was no one else but Wen Fengxuan's pretty face close at hand.
Zhu Song reached out and pinched his face. It was warm and soft. He couldn't help but sigh, "This dream is quite real."
Wen Fengxuan leaned over, stared into his eyes and asked, "What did you just say?"
Zhu Song asked, "What?"
Wen Fengxuan spoke more bluntly, "What did you say to Gu Huaiyu?"
Zhu Song smiled as he recalled what he had just said. "He said you like me."
Wen Fengxuan kept asking, "And then?"
Zhu Song said: "I am very happy."
Wen Fengxuan was a little puzzled, "Don't you know that I like you?"
Zhu Song pulled him down and lay down together, "I don't really want to know."
"Why?" Wen Fengxuan was a little anxious and straightened up again.
Zhu Song looked him in the eye and replied seriously, "Loving someone is too tiring. Wen Fengxuan, I'd rather you didn't love me, so you could live happily year after year."
Wen Fengxuan also said seriously: "Loving you makes me happier."
Zhu Song leaned over and hugged him. "Even though it was just a dream, I'm still happy to hear you say that. Even though I know you're still a child and don't understand what love is."
Wen Fengxuan laughed when he heard this. "I'm already nineteen years old, and you're calling me a child?"
Zhu Song said, "You're still six months away from turning nineteen. When I was your age, I had just entered the Dali Temple. I was out with people every day, and I had no feelings for men or women in my eyes. I know why you came to me, and I understand that you've grown fond of me after being with me for a long time. Maybe you're a little moved, but after you've been on the throne for a long time, seen the vast world, and seen dazzling beauties, you'll understand that this feeling of attraction is like a peach blossom, which will wither after its season."
Wen Fengxuan was unhappy when he heard this, and he pursed his lips and looked at him. Zhu Song tilted his head and looked at him as well, "I'm not happy, I'm not happy either, Wen Fengxuan, you said... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, can you just smile?"
Wen Fengxuan simply sat up cross-legged, looked down at him, and rejected him coldly, "Not good."
Zhu Song leaned over and rested his head on his legs, "Are you really angry?"
Wen Fengxuan pinched his nose and said unhappily, "Why can't you believe that I really like you and want to spend my whole life with you?"
Zhu Song was so angry that he reached out and brushed his hand away. "I believe it, but you are the emperor. How can you spend your whole life with me?"
Wen Fengxuan asked in return: "Why not?"
Why not? This question has been bothering Zhu Song for a long time. It is annoying in reality, but he doesn't want to worry about these things in his dreams.
"Wen Fengxuan, give me a smile."
Wen Fengxuan looked at him without saying anything.
"Don't laugh. I'll smile at you." Zhu Song said and grinned at him. Seeing his playful smile, Wen Fengxuan pinched his face in annoyance.
"I owed you a kiss last night. Come on, let's make it up to you now." Zhu Song said as he moved closer, but Wen Fengxuan reached out and pushed him away.
Zhu Song rubbed against him and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was wrong, okay?"
Wen Fengxuan reached out and pressed his forehead. "I am angry, but it's useless to be angry with you now. I decided to wait until you sober up before being angry with you."
It was all a dream anyway, so Zhu Song didn't care whether he woke up or not. He smiled and said, "Can we kiss now?"
Wen Fengxuan picked him up and leaned over to kiss him.
The fragrance was soft and tender, and with the aroma of wine flowing, Zhu Song became more and more confused. He held Wen Fengxuan's face and whispered, "Ah Xuan, you smell so good."
This wasn't the first time Wen Fengxuan had heard this. "So?"
Zhu Song sniffed his neck and said, "I want it."
Wen Fengxuan said, "Didn't you just say that my feelings are like peach blossoms, blooming briefly before withering?"
Zhu Song said: "But this is a dream. In my dream, you will definitely be my wife for the rest of your life."
Wen Fengxuan finally smiled, "Oh? Who am I to you?"
"Madam, you are my madam." Zhu Song repeated.
Wen Fengxuan was in a very good mood. He pretended not to hear clearly and asked again, "What?"
Zhu Song replied patiently: "Madam, you will always be my wife."
Wen Fengxuan pushed him aside and quickly got out of bed. Without even putting on his shoes, he ran to the side to get a pen and paper, then hurried back to bed and handed the pen to Zhu Song. "In case you deny it later, write it down and I'll keep it for you."
Zhu Song was a little confused, "Does a dream need to be so rigorous?"
Wen Fengxuan pretended to be angry and said, "Then you are just trying to coax me. I am leaving and I will never come back. I will never be happy again."
Wen Fengxuan was about to leave when he finished speaking, but Zhu Song quickly stopped him and said, "I'll write, I'll write. Don't be unhappy."
Wen Fengxuan's lips curled up into a triumphant smile, and he handed him the paper and pen, "I'll read and you write."
"oh."
Wen Fengxuan said: "Today I congratulate Wen Fengxuan and marry him. From now on, I will do my best to love and protect him, trust him unconditionally and support him, and stick together through thick and thin. I will never abandon him or blame him. If I ever break my oath,
Wen Fengxuan got stuck when he said this, and Zhu Song asked him, "Why don't you say anything?"
Wen Fengxuan softened his heart and said, "Forget it, this is enough."
Zhu Song continued writing as he spoke, "If you break this oath, I will be struck by lightning..."
The soft lips covering hers stopped him from finishing his words. The scent of peaches overwhelmed the smell of alcohol, and their breaths collided, burning him.
The rebellious hand was pulled back, and Zhu Song tilted his head to look at Wen Fengxuan, as if wondering why he was stopping him.
Wen Fengxuan's ears turned red, and he explained in a low voice: "Not recently."
"Um?"
Wen Fengxuan hadn't figured out how to tell him yet, so he just said, "I'll have a surprise for you in a few days."
Since Wen Fengxuan was unwilling, Zhu Song naturally would not force him. He put his arm around his neck and jokingly said, "Could it be that my wife wants to give birth to a baby for me?"
Wen Fengxuan, whose heart was touched, didn't realize Zhu Song was joking at all. He asked in surprise, "You know?"
Zhu Song was a little confused, "Know what?"
Wen Fengxuan realized that he was just joking, and he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "If I could really give birth to a child, would you think I was a monster?"
Zhu Song said: "She is so beautiful, how can she be a fairy?"
Wen Fengxuan felt a little uneasy when talking about this topic. After all, in a sense, he might really be a monster. "Are you scared?"
Zhu Song said seriously, "If you can really give birth to a child, then my Zhu family's ancestors will be so happy."
Seeing that Zhu Song had no resistance at all, Wen Fengxuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"How can I have a baby without that?" Zhu Song's body was hot and he leaned forward again. Wen Fengxuan grabbed his hand and said, "Do you really want a baby?"
Zhu Song nodded, "Of course, I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a wonderful thing."
Wen Fengxuan said: "But this is just your dream. You left when you woke up, leaving me here alone and pregnant. I feel so lonely."
Zhu Song softened his heart at that moment and said, "Then let's not do it."
Wen Fengxuan was touched and delighted to see that he gave in so easily. "Then go to sleep. I'm sleepy."
"Well, go to sleep."
"Hold me while you sleep."
"I'll hold you while I sleep, don't be afraid." The two of them lay down side by side, and Zhu Song turned sideways and hugged Wen Fengxuan tightly in his arms.
As the alcohol took effect, Zhu Song fell asleep immediately. Wen Fengxuan listened to his regular breathing, nestled against his chest, his strong heartbeat in his ears, and a slight smile on his lips.
Zhusong, there is really smoke coming out of your family’s ancestral grave.
The next day, Zhu Song slept until noon. When he opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment, he sat up suddenly and then realized that this was the imperial palace.
Shit, why is he here?
Zhu Song covered his head and couldn't remember what happened last night, but he looked at his clothes carefully. He was dressed properly with no signs of taking them off. Apart from his lips being a little red and swollen, there was nothing unusual on his body. It seemed that nothing had happened except the kiss.
Zhu Song was secretly annoyed. He had just told Wen Fengxuan that they couldn't be together, but then he turned around and went to someone else's room to kiss her. What kind of thing was this?
It seems he should quit drinking.
Zhu Song didn't even dare to wait for Wen Fengxuan to come back from court and hurried out of the palace.
After being on holiday for many days, today's morning court lasted for a long time. Zhu Song had gone home to take a nap, but the morning court was not over yet.
In the past, Zhu Song didn't care much about the morning court, but now he paid special attention to it, so he knew that Wen Fengxuan was very angry at the morning court today. He scolded several censors who had made suggestions for the selection of concubines, scolded the Minister of Personnel who cried poor, and scolded the commander-in-chief of the Jingji Guard who was responsible for the security of the capital.
Zhu Song felt that they both deserved to be scolded, but the new emperor was more conciliatory, and Wen Fengxuan was so strong, so he estimated that the days ahead would be difficult.
Although the emperor is above everyone else, if the people below him are resentful, pretend to obey but actually disobey, and procrastinate, many things will be messed up.
Zhu Song hesitated for a long time. On the one hand, he felt that he should not care about Wen Fengxuan, but on the other hand, he was really worried about him. In the end, he couldn't help but write him a letter, urging him to be more restrained in his words.
The letter I sent that night received a reply that night. The letter contained only three words: "Come and comfort me."
With just these three words, Zhu Song could imagine how much Wen Fengxuan had suffered. He clenched his hands, but in the end he still didn't go.
Zhu Song really quit drinking and returned to his normal life of going to work and going back to work every day. Except for hearing some news about Wen Fengxuan from various places every day, his life was really the same as before.
Five days passed like this, when suddenly news came that the bailiffs escorting the serious criminal of Yuling Sect were ambushed thirty miles outside the capital, and all of them were killed.
The news came from Jingzhao Prefecture, where a caravan coming to the capital discovered the body and reported the case.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Song immediately took his men and rushed to a place thirty miles outside the city.
It hadn't snowed in the past few days, and when they arrived at the scene, the bodies were lying in the forest, completely uncovered. Seeing the familiar faces, Zhu Song couldn't help but clench his hands. He had been careless.
After the coroner's examination, the time of death was this morning.
There was almost no blood at the scene, and all the people were killed with one sword, which shows that the murderer was very skilled in martial arts. To kill so many people at the same time, Zhu Song initially estimated that there were no less than ten murderers.
Such a large number of masters can only be supported by the powerful.
Nothing could be found at the scene, so Zhu Song ordered, "Collect the body and bring it back to the Dali Temple."
"yes."
Zhu Song stood under a big pine tree and looked around. The white snow was spread out in the forest in an orderly manner. This place was a full mile away from the official road. If there was no accident, the escorting yamen runners would never come here.
Judging from the traces at the scene of the investigation, it is very likely that the yamen runners came here voluntarily.
Zhu Song frowned. What could have happened that made all the yamen runners voluntarily come to this dangerous place?
Suddenly, a yamen runner shouted, "Sir, there is a living person here."
Zhu Song walked over quickly. He recognized the man. He was a yamen runner from Lingyang County named He Qing.
He sat under a big tree, his legs buried in the snow, his upper body leaning against the trunk, his head tilted, looking as if he was dead. This was probably how he hid from the killer.
Zhu Song reached out and felt his breath. He was indeed still breathing, but his breathing was extremely weak. It was obvious that he would not live long.
"Pull him up."
Zhu Song and the yamen runners pulled He Qing up and found a long cut on his leg, but the weather was too cold and the blood had frozen.
Zhu Song took off his cloak and wrapped it around He Qing, then ordered the yamen runners, "Hurry up and return to the capital immediately."
"Sir, please take him back first."
"Yes." After Zhu Song finished giving the instructions, he took He Qing back to Beijing first.
Zhu Song went straight back to the Dali Temple and ordered the yamen runners, "Go to Jingzhao Prefecture and ask for Xu Songlan."
Soon Xu Songlan arrived, accompanied by Li Qiutong, "Master Zhu."
Zhu Song said, "Come and show him."
After Li Qiutong's diagnosis, He Qing was found to be suffering from excessive blood loss and hypothermia, and was in a critical condition.
Zhu Song frowned when he heard this, "Is there any way to wake him up?"
Li Qiutong looked at him and said, "Your Majesty has a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill. If you can feed it to him, he will wake up immediately."
Zhu Song's brows furrowed even more tightly. He looked at Li Qiutong with suspicion, "Your Majesty will give me such a precious elixir?"
Li Qiutong knew what he was suspicious about and made way for him. "Since you don't believe me, then let him see."
Li Qiuting looked at Xu Songlan as she spoke. Zhu Song also looked over and winked at Xu Songlan. Xu Songlan walked forward to examine the man under Zhu Song's gaze. He frowned after taking his pulse and said, "This..." He looked at Zhu Song in embarrassment and shook his head.
Zhu Song said, "You keep an eye on him, I'm going to the palace."
Li Qiutong said, "He still has two hours left. Master Zhu, don't be too anxious."
Zhu Song turned and left.
When I arrived at the palace, Wen Fengxuan was having lunch.
He sat on a soft couch by the window, with a few side dishes on the small table. The bright sunlight shone onto him through the transparent window, spreading a circle of dreamy light, as if in a dream.
But in winter, the closer you are to the window, the colder it gets, not to mention being right next to it. Zhu Song came in and saw where he was sitting. He frowned and bowed, "Your Majesty."
Wen Fengxuan raised his eyes and looked at him and smiled, "Sit down."
Facing Wen Fengxuan's gentle gaze, Zhu Song couldn't bring himself to say no, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhu Song sat down opposite Wen Fengxuan. The cold air drifted in through the cracks in the window, making his arms feel cold. Zhu Song couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, why are you sitting here?"
Wen Fengxuan said, "Sitting here you can see the way into the palace."
Zhu Song didn't understand what he meant, "I am stupid."
Wen Fengxuan said: "If you had entered the palace, I would have seen you a long time ago."
Zhu Song was speechless. He felt inexplicably sad, but he really didn't know what to say, so he called out, "Your Majesty."
Wen Fengxuan said: "You don't have to feel pressured, this is my own choice. I just want to see you more often, but you seem to be avoiding me. I called you several times, but you refused."
Zhu Song felt very uncomfortable after hearing these words. He felt like a heartless man. He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, fearing that he would say something uncontrollable because of his soft heart. "Your Majesty has just ascended the throne and is busy with state affairs. I dare not disturb Your Majesty."
Wen Fengxuan said, "Well, I don't know if it's because I've been too busy, but I've had a poor appetite lately, and I feel like vomiting all the time, and I can't sleep well at night."
"How could this happen?" Zhu Song was so anxious that he forgot everything else and looked at Wen Fengxuan anxiously, "Has Li Qiutong seen it?"
Wen Fengxuan said: "I've seen it, and there's no good way. I can only get through it myself."
"Huh?" Zhu Song didn't understand what he meant at all. "What's going on?"
Wen Fengxuan said: "I just feel uncomfortable."
"What should we do? We can't keep going like this." Seeing him frown, Zhu Song felt distressed.
Wen Fengxuan shook his head. "Forget it, let's not talk about this. You came to the palace for something, right?"
At this moment, Zhu Song felt more and more guilty. He felt that he was not only a heartless man, but also a heartless man who made excessive demands. However, he still told the whole story in detail.
After hearing this, Wen Fengxuan sent someone to get the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill without saying a word.
"Use it to save people."
Zhu Song was surprised by how smoothly it went. He took it and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, are you just giving it to me?"
Wen Fengxuan smiled and said, "Why, Master Zhu, do you still want me to make some requests of you?"
Zhu Song was choked for a moment, "I dare not."
Wen Fengxuan said, "Master Zhu, please go and do your work. My business is not urgent right now."
"Yes." Zhu Song bowed and turned to leave. After two steps, he felt uneasy and looked back, meeting Wen Fengxuan's gaze. Wen Fengxuan looked at him and smiled gently, "I know, I won't sit here anymore, don't worry."
Zhu Song then left. After he left, he looked back from a distance, but unfortunately, it was all white and he couldn't see anything.
Zhu Song calmed his mind and decided to finish the things at hand first.
Zhu Song hurried back to the Dali Temple, and the round trip took no more than half an hour. Li Qiutong was a little surprised when she saw him. "You're back so soon?"
Zhu Song nodded and handed the item to him, "This is the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill given by His Majesty."
Li Qiutong gave the pill to He Qing and then took his pulse. "He should be fine. Just wait for him to wake up."
Xu Songlan said, "I'll go prepare some food."
Zhu Song nodded, and Xu Songlan left, leaving only Zhu Song and Li Qiuting in the room.
Zhu Song took the opportunity to ask, "Your Majesty has been feeling unwell recently. What's going on?"
Li Qiutong hadn't returned since leaving the palace, and frowned when she heard Zhu Song's words, "Huh?"
Seeing this, Zhu Song knew that he had not yet gone back to check, so he said, "Since everything is fine here, you should hurry back to the palace."
Li Qiutong was also worried about Wen Fengxuan and had no intention of staying any longer. Before leaving, she warned Zhu Song, "You'd better obey His Majesty during this period and don't say anything that will make him angry or sad."
This didn't sound right, so Zhu Song asked, "What's going on?"
Li Qiutong said, "I can't tell you this. Let's wait for His Majesty to tell you in person."
Zhu Song's brows furrowed even more tightly, "Why?"
Li Qiutong said, "Just listen to me, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Zhu Song frowned and looked at Li Qiutong, "Is Your Majesty not feeling well?"
Li Qiutong said, "It's not what you think. His Majesty is in very good health."
Zhu Song couldn't think of any other possibility, "What's going on?"
"I've already said it, I can't say it anymore." Li Qiutong didn't say anything more. "I'm going back to the palace."
"Um."
Zhu Song sent Li Qiutong away. When he turned back, he heard He Qing cough twice. Zhu Song hurried over. He Qing had already opened his eyes. When he saw him, he was surprised. His voice was very hoarse due to hypothermia and lack of water. "Master Zhu?"
Zhu Song nodded, "He Qing, long time no see."
The man seemed to be surprised that Zhu Song still remembered him, and his eyes were red. "Master Zhu, you must make the decision for our brothers."
"Don't worry, I will definitely give everyone justice." Zhu Song didn't rush He Qing to speak. "You just woke up, eat something to recover your strength first."
He Qing was very grateful, "Thank you, sir."
Zhu Song patted his shoulder gently to comfort him, and then sent someone to call Xu Songlan, who soon came with the medicinal food.
After eating the medicinal food, Zhu Song forced He Qing to close his eyes and rest for a while. After he had rested, he told him what happened in the dense forest.
This morning they set out on their journey as usual, but because the sun rose late, it was just dawn when they set out. It had just been the New Year, and because of the epidemic, there were few people on the official road. But today, not long after they set out, they heard the sound of horse hooves.
Soon the two teams met, and He Qing saw the other side riding tall horses and wearing scarlet uniforms. He Qing was just a county yamen runner, and the farthest he had been was the prefecture in the northern desert. He had never seen such uniforms before, but he thought they looked very nice.
The person walking in front, probably the leader, asked loudly, "Who is in charge?"
Captain Zhang stepped forward and replied, "I'm the one in charge."
The other party dismounted, walked up to Captain Zhang, showed him a token, and said something to him. Their voices were very low and He Qing could not hear clearly.
After the two men finished talking, Captain Zhang ordered everyone to drive the prison van into the dense forest.
Although He Qing and the others were puzzled, they still followed orders. The forest was difficult to walk through, and even though everyone had grievances, they dared not complain as they were so close to the capital.
But what they never expected was that after walking about a mile, the other party suddenly attacked them.
The other party was very skilled in martial arts and killed all of their men in just a few blinks of an eye, except He Qing.
He Qing tripped while walking in the woods and fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the poor visibility in the woods, he pretended to be dead in an attempt to escape, but he did not expect the other party to continue checking. He thought he could not escape, but screams were heard from the official road.
"There's blood."
When the other party heard the sound, he left in a hurry without checking carefully, so he was able to escape.
He wanted to call for help when someone came, but he fainted before anyone arrived.
When I woke up, I was in Dali Temple.
Zhu Song frowned as he heard his words, "Did you see whose token the other party was holding?"
He Qing looked at Zhu Song, hesitant to speak, and Zhu Song asked, "Are there any difficulties?"
He Qing said: "Master Zhu, I feel that the token is unusual."
Zhu Song asked, "What's unusual about it?"
He Qing was silent for a moment before replying, "It seems to be a gold medal."
Zhu Song frowned. As everyone knew, only the royal family could use gold medals.
This matter is actually related to the royal family?
Zhu Song asked again: "Did you see the specific pattern clearly?"
He Qing thought about it and looked troubled. "It was very dark at the time. I only saw a rough outline. I'm afraid it's not accurate."
Zhu Song said, "That's fine. Let the artist draw it from memory first."
"yes."
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