Chapter 109 Talking about Heroes
Although Su Mengzhen was a martial arts master, his health was not good. After walking around for a while, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Tarona looked back at him, then stopped, closed the mother-of-pearl and gold-carved fan in her hand, and said slowly, "If you are this sick, don't try to hold on. Or... have you always been like this?"
Knowing that he is in poor health, he still works so hard and endures the pain. He could have lived a few more years, but now he is exhausted and it is good enough that he can live like this, bedridden.
Su Mengzhen was slightly stunned, and the smile on his face turned a little more bitter: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
He was used to planning for the future as soon as he opened his eyes. His vision was too big and too far away. Even if he worked hard, it would be difficult to succeed. But if he didn't try his best, he would not be willing to give up. He would not be able to close his eyes even if he died the next moment.
The scarlet beauty looked at him meaningfully, which made people feel cold down their spine.
"No need to go shopping, go down and rest."
She waved her delicate hands, and suddenly, a cool fragrance lingered on her face.
Su Mengzhen only felt a flash before his eyes, and when he looked again, he found that he had come down from the tower and was now sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.
Opposite him sat a beauty as beautiful as ice and snow. On the table was a set of novel tea sets, with a white porcelain base and colorful glaze carvings. The painting was a picture of a hundred flowers blooming in profusion, so lifelike that it seemed as if the flowers were directly inlaid in the porcelain.
The tea poured from the spout of the teapot is the color of agate, and if you look closely you can actually see twinkling stars. It pours into the teacup shaped like a flower, swaying and swaying like a cup of galaxy.
Tarona pushed the cup of tea in front of Su Mengzhen and said, "Drink it."
Su Mengzhen picked up the full teacup. There was no need to get close to take a sniff. The rich aroma of tea filled his face. After taking another sip, his eyes lit up.
Good tea!
He couldn't help but take another sip.
I couldn't stop drinking this time. It was totally different from the usual way of savoring it. It was like a cow chewing on a peony.
After finishing the tea in the cup, Su Mengzhen finally reacted. Her cheeks turned slightly red, and she was very embarrassed. She spoke in a slightly softer voice: "This tea... is excellent!"
If other people saw this look, they would probably suspect that the eloquence of the owner of Jinfengxiyu Tower was just a false rumor.
As for tea, it is most suitable to be 70% to 80% full. If it is more than full, it will drive away the guests.
But Talona didn't care about that, because what she poured was not tea, but a soothing potion.
She usually doesn't have a use for this kind of potion herself, the reason she always keeps some in her space is because she has encountered fragile temporary teammates in the past, and the injuries they suffered were varied, each with its own merits.
You can't just heal the person directly, you have to make his body healthy first. Otherwise, after taking a bottle of healing potion, not only will the injury not be healed, but it will be three times worse.
This is because the drug suitability is too poor.
If the medicine is too effective, the body will not be able to keep up with the healing efficiency, so the body needs to be adjusted to a level where it can adapt.
The condition of Su Mengzhen was the most serious of all the crispy ones she had ever encountered, bar none.
I've said before that he has at least seven or eight terminal illnesses, and he was poisoned not long ago. He's now using drugs to suppress the symptoms. If they rebound, he won't have to have his bones scraped or his limbs amputated.
The poison is not the problem; the difficult part is his seven or eight terminal illnesses.
If an ordinary person had one of these, he would have met King Yan long ago. However, he had all of them at once, which surprisingly created a balance in his body. The martial arts he later practiced also became a balance between them, which allowed such a person who was beyond medical help to live to this day.
The body of Su Mengzhen is too weak, like a bamboo sieve with holes everywhere. It doesn't work to block this one first, nor does it work to block that one first. It is nothing more than tearing down the east wall to repair the west wall, which only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.
This condition can only be cured by a great immortal.
Coincidentally, sitting in front of him was a witch with a rather unconventional healing method.
It’s not that she doesn’t know how to brew healing potion, but the effect is not as good, so she just needs to take two more doses.
As for the taste...
She believed that Su Mengzhen would not succumb to such a difficult situation.
Thinking of this, the witch, who knew very well what kind of hell the potion she brewed would taste like, couldn't help but look at Su Mengzhen with pity, who felt embarrassed and rude. She pushed the teapot filled with potion to him and said, "Two cups a day. When you finish, I will treat you. Just treat it as accommodation fee."
Before that, eat something good, otherwise you won’t be able to eat anymore as the taste of the potion will linger for a long time.
…
When Yang Wuxie and his men came in with lunch boxes, Su Mengzhen was still in shock from this fantastic event that seemed even more fantastic than pie falling from the sky.
He had already prepared himself mentally for death.
But now someone suddenly told him that his illness could be cured... He was in a trance for a moment, not knowing whether to be ecstatic or sad.
When Yang Wuxie saw him like this, he thought he was sitting opposite the OP... and said something that the OP couldn't accept, and asked the OP to do something immoral.
It's no wonder he thinks so, because the Grand Duchess Rose really doesn't look like she can be considered decent at all.
She is extremely beautiful, extremely fierce, and so cold that it is difficult for others to approach her no matter how hard they try.
So far, the only ones who could earn her a smile and favor were Di Feijing and Su Mengzhen.
She is a ferocious beast that came out of the ancient times. Anyone standing in front of her will only think about how to survive from the claws of the beast. How can they have the mind to think about anything else?
When Yang Wuxie lowered his head and personally placed the lunch box on the stone table and took out the dishes one by one, the chaotic and incoherent thoughts in his mind had not yet stopped, and had even developed to the point where evil spirits took over the whole world.
Tarona was amazed. It was true that people's imagination was endless. The bolder the people, the more productive the land.
Let her see how much more food this land can produce.
His imagination is really good. He is worthy of being the military strategist of Jinfengxiyulou and Su Mengzhen's right-hand man.
In order to watch from the front row, Tarona picked up the bowl and finished the tasteless meal with Yang Wuxie's endless imagination.
Damn it, Grand Duchess Rose can't eat human food!
Bad review!
The Great Witch gritted her teeth angrily and chewed the candied fruit in her mouth as if it were a technical department.
Whoever designed this for Grand Duchess Rose should be hung on a street light!
Tarona thought she was very subtle in her anger, but how could Su Mengzhen, who was always paying attention to the changes in her expression, miss the flash of anger in her eyes?
Why are you suddenly angry?
Having been promised something great, Lord Su immediately dispelled the few remaining worries in his heart. He glanced inconspicuously at the scarlet beauty who was serving tea and rinsing her mouth, then looked at the food of various flavors on the table, and finally looked thoughtfully at Yang Wuxie who was standing beside him.
He lowered his head, the anxiety in his eyes so heavy that he couldn't hide it.
Thinking back to his expression after hearing what he had just heard, Su Mengzhen suddenly understood.
Wuxie must have been overthinking it.
...The person in front of me can see through people's hearts.
He coughed and said tentatively: "Sir, my cook in the upstairs made the best Leng Yuanzi in Beijing. Would you like to try it?"
Lengyuanzi is made by boiling beans, pressing them into a paste, mixing them with sugar and glutinous rice flour, and finally putting them into ice water and serving them with honey syrup. It is an icy dessert suitable for all ages.
If you can’t eat it cold, you don’t have to put it in ice water. Tea instead is also a good choice and it has a different flavor.
Of course, he couldn't hide what he was thinking from the person in front of him, and he couldn't hide the reason behind his attempt either.
——This is an inhuman being who has the wrath of thunder but is also very forgiving.
Sure enough, the scarlet beauty in front of him just raised her eyes and glanced at him, her gemstone eyes as red as dove blood, and it was difficult to tell whether she was happy or angry.
She nodded, allowing his little thought.
Su Mengzhen smiled and gave Yang Wuxie a look. The two had a tacit understanding for many years, so the meaning contained in this look naturally needed no elaboration.
Yang Wuxie suddenly felt his back getting wet. He quickly cleaned up the leftovers on the table. When he reached out to take the teacup in front of another person, he saw that his hands were shaking.
When he walked out of the yard, his hand was still shaking.
Yang Wuxie looked at the trembling hand, sighed, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
After all, he is just a mortal, and he does not have the spirit and guts like the OP. It is impossible for him to say that he is not afraid when facing such a terrifying existence.
Fortunately, fortunately...
Seeing Yang Wuxie again, his mind had calmed down a lot, without all those endless thoughts.
Su Mengzhen still didn't keep him.
The big tree that shaded half of the courtyard rustled in the wind, occasionally dropping a few green leaves, which were blown into the pond by the invisible wind ring. The swimming fish chased after it, pecking at it, and soon swam away without interest.
In this small corner, you can see the vitality.
The person who designed this place was very thoughtful.
Tarona finished eating the tasteless cold rice dumplings without leaving any stains on his lips.
Su Mengzhen had been staying with her for such a long time and was now a little sleepy. However, the cup of tea just now alleviated his sleepiness and made him feel warmer. He was a little envious of this feeling.
despair.
The empty bowl was gently placed on the stone table, and the half-asleep Su Mengzhen suddenly heard the scarlet beauty in front of him talking.
He strained his nerves to listen attentively, but what he heard was that she was talking about the classics of the ancients and the words of the sages, which in today's context would seem a bit... treasonous.
Tarona whispered, with a hidden murderous intent in his words:
“If the ruler treats his subjects as his own hands and feet, then the subjects will treat the ruler as their own heart and soul; if the ruler treats his subjects as dogs and horses, then the subjects will treat the ruler as their fellow countrymen; if the ruler treats his subjects as dirt, then the subjects will treat the ruler as their enemy.”*
What does this sentence mean?
As a monarch, if you treat your subjects as your own brothers and sisters, your subjects will treat you as your own confidants; if you treat your subjects as dogs and horses, your subjects will treat you as passers-by; if you treat your subjects as dirt and grass, your subjects will treat you as their enemies.
Loyalty to the emperor and love the country. Patriotism is a natural thing, but loyalty to the emperor?
Is Zhao Ji worthy? !
He doesn't deserve it!
The underworld has been communicated with, and it is time for Zhao Ji to pay homage to his ancestors.
There is no need to bother two masters for one matter. It must be you, the Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin!
Su Mengzhen suddenly felt his eyelids were very heavy, and he couldn't keep them open no matter how hard he tried. His head was nodding and he was about to grab the table with his head.
But his will was so strong that he couldn't fall asleep, and he heard the murderous intent in the man's words.
If she wanted to kill Cai Jing, he could be the one to clean up the mess.
But if the person she wants to kill is an official...
no!
The government cannot die!
Once he died, the already shaky Song Dynasty would lose its final support and would only collapse faster!
No matter what, no matter what the officials say, he cannot die!
But he was too sleepy to even open his mouth. He could only utter a few inaudible mumbles from his throat, and everything in front of him became increasingly blurry.
A hand gently fell on his head, and a cold voice rang in his ears, like temptation, but also like persuasion.
"Go to sleep, good boy..."
"When you wake up, you will get your ideal king."
Among the emperors of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin was the pinnacle. Could his Zhao family have a more ideal king than him?
Su Mengzhen's heart skipped a beat, and the next second, he fell into a deep dream.
Tarona took him back to the bedroom. The gorgeous mother-of-pearl fan carved with gold gently fanned the fragrant breeze. She hummed a song and slowly disappeared in the sunlight.
…
That night, heart-wrenching screams were heard from the emperor's bedroom. The guards rushed in hastily, and the strong smell of blood almost made them vomit.
The pampered Song Huizong Zhao Ji fell to the ground in a bloody mess, his hands painfully covering his bloody neck. He made a hoarse and broken sound to the guards who rushed into the bedroom, with help written all over his eyes.
The assassin who assassinated the emperor was standing at the emperor's feet, holding a sword that was still dripping with blood, and both of his hands were covered in blood.
This man was tall and handsome, with an aura far superior to Zhao Ji on the ground. Just one glance from him made the guards silent in fear.
He was extremely angry, but his face showed no emotion at all.
This was Zhao Kuangyin's state at the moment. Looking at the bastard lying on the ground, whose crimes could not be atoneed for even if they were cut into pieces a thousand times, the anger in his heart suddenly calmed down.
He sheathed his sword.
It would be too easy for this thing to just die like this.
He must live, and it would be best if he could live longer than his ancestor.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kuangyin showed an extremely cold and cruel smile on his face.
If Zhao Ji could see it, he would have wanted to die on the spot right now. Unfortunately, he didn't see it and missed the only chance to escape.
Pop.
From a corner of the darkness came the sound of applause.
Zhao Kuangyin frowned, feeling quite ashamed: "Thank you for guaranteeing me, Fairy. This unfilial son... has really polluted the Fairy's eyes."
"How come?"
A person walked out slowly from the darkness, a gorgeous mother-of-pearl fan carved with gold covering half of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were scarleter than blood.
She was laughing, a laughter that was both intoxicating and icy.
"It's time to introduce myself to you."
The masked beauty spoke in a very strange tone and stretched out her voice: "This is your founding emperor, Emperor Taizu Gao, Zhao Kuangyin."
Suddenly, the room was filled with silence, and one could hear a pin drop.
No one, whether guards, imperial guards or palace maids, raised any doubts.
They looked up at the tall man standing in the temple, as if they were looking up at the sun rising from the west.
It lasted for a long time, so long that the beauty with her face covered began to feel impatient, and finally someone moved.
One, two, three...and then all.
They knelt down.
They were shouting, and their voices were filled with ecstatic hope, and they were loud enough to be heard throughout the palace.
"Welcome His Majesty Taizu back to the Song Dynasty!"
This night is destined to be a sleepless night.