Chapter 10 The crimson sun was shining brightly, and the carriage was moving slowly along a…
The sun was shining brightly and the carriage was moving slowly along a winding road.
After the incident in the morning, before Song Heng and Lu Zhifeng boarded the carriage, Song Heng directly expressed his concerns.
"Yesterday's criminals had a clear target, and my whereabouts have obviously been exposed. Let's take another route."
Lu Zhifeng also had the same idea. "The enemy was not numerous yesterday. I guess not many people in the court know about it, or those who do know don't want others to know that Your Majesty has left."
"Yes, the fact that I left should not have been made public. Now I'm going to take a different route and pretend that I'm still being arrested and imprisoned by the bandits. This should make things much easier later on. I've left people here to conceal my whereabouts, so they shouldn't be discovered for a while."
"Your Majesty is right."
This time we changed the route, and the scenery outside the car window was no longer dense and tall trees, but a series of colorful paintings.
The colors are extremely rich, and it is no longer just endless green.
Mountains in the distance, villages nearby. Passing by lush green wheat fields and houses with bluestone and white tiles. The blue sky and white clouds and the stream between the bridges create a dynamic and tranquil combination.
Song Heng felt that he was not going to do business, but to travel.
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The farce outside the dry toilet in the morning did not last long.
For Song Heng, the loss was indeed heavy.
The fragile Song Heng inevitably split the wound on his shoulder again.
I was worried that Song Heng would be injured again, just like last night, the blood was drowned in red and it was impossible to tell the wound was bleeding, and it would happen again.
Song Heng, who was being helped to dress, was wearing a loose-fitting white silk garment today. The garment was light and breathable, comfortable, and allowed one to clearly see the progress of Song Heng's wound.
Lu Zhifeng was very satisfied when he put it on Song Heng.
Satisfied with its practicality.
Now, it comes in handy.
Song Heng was so fragile that the wound split open and spread to his entire shoulder after a brief pull.
The hideousness is fully revealed on the white clothes.
Early detection and early treatment.
Look, riding in a carriage with Lu Zhifeng, Song Heng was admiring the beautiful scenery while enjoying Lu Zhifeng's service.
After the wound was bandaged, Song Heng seemed to act like a demon.
"Zhifeng, I feel so uncomfortable." Song Heng pretended to feel uncomfortable.
"What's wrong? Didn't you bandage it properly?"
"My head hurts." Song Heng felt that he shouldn't burden others any more. But the pain moved to a different part of his body.
Mu Yu Lu Zhifeng, as expected, forgot all the etiquette and immediately sat down beside the couch where Song Heng was lying. He put his slender hand directly on Song Heng's forehead to check if he had a fever.
The temperature is normal.
Lu Zhifeng began to massage Song Heng's head. "How are you now? Are you feeling better?"
Song Heng was lying down, so if Lu Zhifeng wanted to give him a head massage, he could only half-squat and maintain an extremely uncomfortable posture in order to massage him properly.
"It still hurts." Song Heng said, then sat up. Pointing to the position of his pillow, "Zhifeng, sit here. Press it again and it should feel much better."
Eyes shining and full of anticipation.
Action outstrips will, and once again comes to one's senses.
Lu Zhifeng only felt his legs sinking slightly, and Song Heng's furry head was already pressing on his thigh.
"Master Imperial Master, won't you continue?"
"Okay, right away." Before Lu Zhifeng could figure out the strangeness of this posture, he was suddenly interrupted by Song Heng. The guilt in his heart was greater than anything else.
He placed his hand on Song Heng's forehead again and began to help him relieve his discomfort.
The carriage clattered on, and continued to move forward. The sky was still blue, and the scenery was still beautiful.
There was warmth in the air.
The coolness of summer is short, lasting only a few moments in the early morning and evening. Even if the carriage is large, it can hold the luggage and two more people.
Still no room spacious.
In a small space, coupled with the exponentially rising temperature in the summer heat, massaging only the head, the movements are small, but they are still movements.
In the hot summer, even the slightest movement can make people feel hot.
Lu Zhifeng is no exception.
Not long after the massage, Lu Zhifeng felt heat all over his body.
"Your Majesty, can I take off my clothes first?" Lu Zhifeng's face was slightly flushed, and sweat oozed from his temples.
It was obvious that he couldn't bear it anymore and had to speak out.
"Master Imperial Master, of course you can. You don't need to ask me."
"Then... can you..." Lu Zhifeng lowered his head a little embarrassedly, facing Song Heng's face, and stammered.
Still didn't say it.
After a while of stalemate, Lu Zhifeng began to sweat on his forehead.
Song Heng doesn't plan to make trouble anymore.
Finally, she sat up and stopped pressing her head on Lu Zhifeng's thigh.
He took off his outer robe leisurely.
He took off his outer robe, leaving only his inner shirt.
It was still a thin undershirt.
Unexpectedly, there was such a benefit. Song Heng immediately pulled the person over and asked him to sit down.
The two of them returned to their original position.
Lu Zhifeng realized that he wasn't alone. It was inappropriate to be in public with only his underwear on.
But it was too late.
"What are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to continue?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Once consciousness sprouts, no matter how much you ignore it, it will occasionally put people into it.
Without stopping, he took off his outer robe.
Instead, his palms became hot and his face turned red.
It’s as red as a red apple.
Song Heng, who was always paying attention, had already discovered it.
When the man was about to burn himself, Song Heng stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, revealing the lightly stained red skin in front of him.
One click, one click, two clicks...
Through the hazy inner shirt, the places touched by the warm and cool fingertips turned slightly red and gradually spread.
Song Heng looked up and could spot Lu Zhifeng even when he was sitting. He had a slender figure and thin muscles, but his lines were smooth and tight, and his fair skin made him look like a carefully carved jade.
Oh no, it's rhodonite, it has a pink hue after all.
Song Heng is not the only one who makes a lot of small moves.
Lu Zhifeng's movements also deviated slightly, becoming less agile and more charming. His hand caressed Song Heng's hair and occasionally touched her earlobe.
Song Heng's brows relaxed and his breathing became heavier.
The same is true for Lu Zhifeng.
The surroundings became quiet, so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, and a faint feeling filled the air.
Ambiguous atmosphere.
"Your Majesty, please respect yourself." A sudden voice disturbed the situation.
"This," Lu Zhifeng's face was completely burning, not only red but also hot, "Absolutely not."
"Oh, is it not possible?" Song Heng had just been tapping lightly with his fingertips, but suddenly a palm was applied to him, and he became nervous.
"How about this?" Song Heng was not at all flustered, and applied the same treatment to his other injured hand.
"No, no, Your Majesty."
"Then why don't you take my hand away, my dear?"
"Your Majesty has an injured arm, I cannot do this." His eyes were vague, but his logic was sound.
Introverted and reserved.
Just take your hand away gently, nothing will happen. Song Heng complained in his heart.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. It's time to get up and have lunch."
He is also good at changing the subject.
Having said that, he couldn't let the man get away with it, so Song Heng stood up again.
It seems that he heard what was said, and he wanted to let Lu Zhifeng go.
After getting approval, Lu Zhifeng stood up as others sat up.
The time difference is less than a second.
You can see that he is very anxious.
Next, the speed of getting dressed is even more amazing.
It only takes a blink of an eye.
But I was still in shock.
"What? I'm already injured, why don't you help me put on my robe?"
After sitting for a while, the person behind him seemed to be oblivious, so Song Heng had no choice but to ask.
"Your humble servant..."
The word "no" has not yet been uttered.
Drama Queen Song came online again, acting like Xi Shi holding her heart, "I know that what my beloved said this morning, that you should listen to me, was all false. Unfortunately, my shoulder is in such unbearable pain that I can't put on any clothes, so I have to go out naked."
"I... your servant..."
...No. Lu Zhifeng was anxious to make amends, but was interrupted again.
Of course, his rank is no match for Song Heng.
"Hiss~" a painful inhalation sounded, "I've lost too much blood. I'm cold and sad. I feel like it's hurting again."
Finally realizing that talking was useless, Lu Zhifeng gently hugged Song Heng from the front and slowly helped him put on his outer robe.
Pretending to be okay is a sign of quick recovery, especially when Song Heng lowered his head to express his sadness, Jin Yao suddenly appeared before him. After bullying him for a while, he discovered Lu Zhifeng's indulgence and bullied him even more.
There is no trace of fragility in him, but rather the look of a smug villain.
All of this was seen by the male mother, Lu Zhifeng, who only felt that the little emperor's mood had improved and that she had not made anyone more sad.
A look of relief.
The two people were on different channels, but the results were surprisingly good. One of them had his abdominal muscles touched enough and smiled with satisfaction, while the other one smiled with relief when he saw that the person was no longer uncomfortable.
Very good, the matter should be resolved. After all, everyone is smiling.
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