Chapter 11: A Show of Power Since then, in the narrow carriage, there was a warm...
Since then, an ambiguous atmosphere has lingered between the two people in the narrow carriage.
Taking advantage of his unhealed wounds and Lu Zhifeng's indulgence, Song Heng became more and more reckless, often causing Lu Zhifeng to blush and become so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl under the carriage before he finally stopped.
Of course, Lu Zhifeng, the male mother, had resisted many times, but Song Heng was good at pretending to be fragile. Even though she knew that the man in front of her was pretending, she still saw his pale face even though he had been recuperating.
For my own sake, after these few days of careful care, I finally felt a slight improvement in my injured shoulder. The words of rejection lingered on my lips, but I could never utter them.
When it comes to serious business, flirting is just a small episode on the way to getting things done.
Look, the closer we get to the disaster relief site, the more solemn the atmosphere becomes.
There is still one day left to arrive.
Song Heng, who is usually considered to be quite chaotic, gradually had a sad look on his pale face.
In the car, she was more restrained in her daily behavior. Now she just held Lu Zhifeng's hand and rubbed it.
At first, even if the hand was touched, Lu Zhifeng's cheeks would turn red, but now he has become accustomed to it. His face is not red and his heart is not beating fast. He is very calm.
In the Jiangnan area, even after the months of heavy rain, there are still some light rains from time to time.
The humidity in the air increased, and the sky became hazy. A light rain fell occasionally throughout the day. The scenery was completely different from when we first set out from the capital. This meant that we had now reached the Jiangnan area.
"Landslide ahead!" Horses neighed outside the carriage. Then came the shouts of the attendants, which carried through the rain into the carriage.
Song Heng, who had always been lazy before, was very active this time.
Song Heng immediately put down his hand that was stroking Lu Zhifeng, lifted the curtain and prepared to check the situation.
"Your Majesty." Lu Zhifeng called Song Heng and handed him the oil-paper umbrella.
"My dear minister, you are considerate of me." Seeing Lu Zhifeng's behavior, Song Heng felt very relieved.
People seem to have been trained.
"What happened?" The attendants rarely saw Song Heng. In the past, Lu Zhifeng always handled things. Suddenly seeing him, they were stunned for a moment.
They all knelt down and saluted, "Your Majesty, the road ahead has collapsed."
"As we approach Jiangnan, for the next few days, you should address yourself as the eldest son to avoid exposing your whereabouts."
"As you command, Master."
"There's a landslide ahead, is there any damage?"
"Reporting to the eldest master, there were no losses, just the horses were a little frightened." The attendant continued, "We didn't suffer any losses, but the road ahead collapsed. This is our best way to reach Jiangnan. If..."
At this time, Song Heng had already arrived at the landslide site with his entourage.
The landslide area is so large that it will take more than a day or two to repair it.
Song Heng also understood what his follower had not yet said.
"Let's take a detour."
We had already changed from the official road to the winding road, but now the winding road had problems and the road ahead was very rugged.
"Your Majesty, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Perhaps because he was not used to the bumpy carriage, the subsequent journey was accelerated. Even though the carriage was extremely comfortable, Song Heng still had many uncomfortable reactions.
Now he was even sicker, and only when he was held in Lu Zhifeng's arms did he feel a little better.
"I am fine. The people are important."
Lu Zhifeng was also stunned for a moment when he heard this. Although Song Heng's previous behavior during the carriage ride had made Lu Zhifeng suspicious of Song Heng's usual appearance in the court, hearing this sentence now completely overturned his impression of Song Heng.
"Your Majesty, do you need some water? Or maybe a different position? Are you comfortable like this?" Lu Zhifeng couldn't refute Song Heng's words. He could only keep asking about Song Heng's situation, hoping to find a position that would make him comfortable.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'm fine."
This sentence earned Song Heng more meticulous care.
*
early morning.
The rain got heavier and the fog became thicker.
The thick fog did not affect Song Heng and his group. From afar, they could see the corruption and desolation all around them.
The flood, like a ferocious beast, swept through, leaving not a single house standing; all were in ruins. The muffled thud of collapsing rammed earth walls mingled with the sound of rain, and the stench of decay filled the air.
The surroundings were in a state of dejection.
There were no living people along the way. Either they were rotten corpses or skeletons that had long lost their human form.
They were scattered all over the place, and no one paid any attention to them.
The area around the city gate wasn't as lifeless as the village ahead. But it was not much different. The people wandering around the gate were filthy, their clothes stained, their bodies emaciated. They lacked any sign of life, their faces livid and deathly pale.
The Walking Dead.
"Please, give me something to eat." A woman, dragging her skinny child, stood guard at the city gate. Whenever someone with clean clothes came out, the woman would come forward and beg for help.
The result was no surprise, just like a similar person, nothing was gained.
"Sir, please give us something to eat." If Song Heng and his group want to enter the city gate, they must pass through here.
Familiar words were heard.
When people see such a clean and tidy person, they think they can get alms from him.
They all knelt down and begged.
Seeing this scene, Song Heng was deeply moved. However, his expression grew even colder, and his followers became even more ruthless.
"Get lost. Stay away. If you come close, you might get killed."
The only hope of survival is right in front of them. In the face of extreme hunger, there are always people who are willing to risk their lives and rush forward fearlessly.
"Do you want to eat?" The person who finally rushed to the front with the last bit of strength, nodded repeatedly when he heard Lu Zhifeng's words.
I thought I had succeeded, but I didn't expect that the next second, I was kicked out.
No one dared to step forward after that. Everyone understood that this seemingly gentle young man in front of them was not a good person.
With such actions, it was extremely difficult for Song Heng and his group to move forward.
"Sir, I apologize for not welcoming you." The local official must have realized that Song Heng and his men were not to be trifled with. After a while, he finally came out to apologize.
"Sir, I have prepared a room for you. Please let me take you there."
Seeing such random thoughts, Song Heng knew that this person was doing nothing.
The urge to check it immediately should be put aside; don't be in a hurry.
"I'm tired, why don't you take me to rest quickly?" Song Heng ordered angrily with a violent look on his face.
Seeing the young man who couldn't even carry him on his shoulders or lift him up, the official understood and felt relieved.
I secretly thought that this was another person who couldn't get anything done.
Song Heng silently observed the officials letting down their guard, but their actions became even more outrageous.
"Sir, you have come all this way and must have worked hard. This is the lunch I prepared for you."
"Is this the lunch you prepared? You actually want me to eat this?" Song Heng picked the worst dish on the table and suddenly exerted force to overturn it.
"I am so sorry, sir. I didn't mean it. As you know, there is a serious flood here. Where can we get so much food? I hope you can forgive me." The official was contemptuous in his heart, but looked terrified.
"I don't care. I just want to eat good food. Hurry up and go down and prepare it." Song Heng knew that there would not be anything delicious, but there were only a few porridge and side dishes.
Song Heng was in disbelief. The flood had been going on for so long, but the man in front of him was still fat and strong.
I guess he has enough food, so he acts like this just to show his power.
"Sir, do you think this is okay? I'll give you two more meat dishes. I really can't have more." The official was frightened by Song Heng's sudden move and did not give in.
Song Heng knew that this person's compromise was already the biggest concession he could make.
But his face was full of disgust, "Okay, prepare it for me."
"Come, come and have dinner." Song Heng no longer paid attention to the official, pulled Lu Zhifeng along, and asked all his followers to have dinner together.
Lu Zhifeng saw Song Heng's actions but said nothing. The past few days of getting along with him had made Lu Zhifeng trust Song Heng more.
I feel that Song Heng is not someone who would abandon his surname.
This is indeed the case.
"Eat quickly, there's still a lot to do."
Song Heng used chopsticks to put the pickled cabbage that he had just knocked over back onto the plate, then picked up a piece of pickled radish and put it into the bowl of porridge.
His expression was normal, and he drank it straight away. He wasn't even pretentious.
Seeing that no one had touched their chopsticks after calling for a long time, he asked, "I can eat it, but you can't?"
Of course, the followers didn't mean that. After denying it one after another, they took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.
For a moment, no one picked up their chopsticks.
Only Lu Zhifeng was left.
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