Chapter 16 Antidote "Heroine." ...
"Heroine."
After seeing the story of the medical family, Song Heng understood the twists and turns and quickly flipped through the book to find the heroine's name.
"I've gone through the plot more than three times, and I still haven't remembered all the names of the protagonists." The system saw Song Heng's actions and knew what he was doing without thinking, and expressed contempt on the side.
"Who said that? How could I not remember it? Master Imperial Master—Lu Zhifeng, didn't I remember it? My mission target is Lu Zhifeng, one person. Now that so many people are involved, shouldn't you, System, reflect on this?" Song Heng was not one to waste time. He just asked a rhetorical question, "Hmm? Speak?"
【Zizizi~System updating.】
"Boring." He didn't stop his hands.
"Su Keke."
Miss Su. I found it, it's you. You must be the key to solving this plague.
"But where can I find him?" Song Heng thought.
"Your Majesty, we have good news today." The voice came before the figure appeared. Lu Zhifeng's steps were brisk today, and there was a hint of joy in his tone.
"Come, try it." Lu Zhifeng was holding a bowl of medicine. Today's medicine was not as dark as before, but a little clearer.
Song Heng leaned limply against the headboard as he heard Lu Zhifeng's words. Under Lu Zhifeng's hopeful gaze, he glanced at the medicine he had taken today. It wasn't as dark as usual, but a little clearer.
Still unappetizing.
There is no delicious Chinese medicine, Song Heng cried in his heart.
"A young lady has developed this medicine these days. Some people at the Taoist temple have already experienced a significant improvement in their symptoms." Lu Zhifeng saw Song Heng's face twitch slightly, his mouth corners turned down in obvious disdain, and immediately added.
"call out"
Song Heng's eyes flashed, and he snatched the medicine bowl from Lu Zhifeng's hand. In a few seconds, "gulp, gulp", the medicine bowl was empty.
How fast.
Song Heng sometimes feels that he might be the one favored by heaven, because he gets everything without any effort.
Song Heng held the bowl with only the medicine left. He had been disgusted with it before, but now he liked it a little more.
[Great! The protagonist is on my side this time. So, I, no, I, should, may, probably won't die.]
Song Heng has an active mind.
[Testing...]
[Host mortality rate is...]
The system that pretended to be dead appeared again. The system suddenly spoke. I was planning to continue to make fun of it, but I didn't expect it to be able to calculate the mortality rate. Song Heng suddenly became interested.
【loading……】
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"System, you...good job!" Song Heng was looking forward to what the little black dumpling would say next.
I didn't expect that after waiting for so long, this is it?
"You'd better be careful, be careful of me..." Song Heng was so angry that he threatened directly.
【The probability of death is 100%.】
"100%? What? I've done so much, but I'm still going to die?" After being stopped from talking nonsense and receiving a terrible piece of bad news, the blazing fire in Song Heng's heart suddenly went out with a "click".
Instead, there are huge questions and the screen is full of question marks.
【Why? 】
No one answered.
Lu Zhifeng saw that after Song Heng finished drinking the medicine, the curve of his mouth went from slowly rising to suddenly drooping.
"But it's bitter? How about some candied fruit? I just found this and it's very sweet. Your Majesty, try it? It will definitely dispel the bitterness." Lu Zhifeng hurriedly comforted.
"Ah" Song Heng's heart was filled with sadness, and he couldn't move. But the beauty was talking to him, so he opened his mouth and signaled Lu Zhifeng to feed him the candied fruit directly.
[So sweet.] Song Heng was instantly healed by the candied fruit. He immediately realized that he hadn't even considered living in the beginning. It seemed that death didn't matter to him.
The most important thing now is the plague. Song Heng, who received modernist patriotic education, could not bear to see so many people suffering.
"What's the girl's name?"
"My name is Su Keke, the daughter of the Su family. Like Your Majesty, she is also a well-known philanthropist. Miss Su, before the plague hit the city, she would often distribute porridge at the city gate. After the plague swept through, she also actively participated in the research and development of medical prescriptions."
"Then, my dear, do you know who Chen Yeran is?"
"This man is Miss Su's fiancé. They have been childhood sweethearts. He also played a significant role in this flood and made a tremendous contribution."
"But you are good at martial arts?"
"Your Majesty's guess is correct. This man has practiced martial arts since childhood and is proficient in both civil and military affairs. During the flood, he rescued many people."
Song Heng couldn't help but sigh: "That's great, they both have good reputations."
Hearing Song Heng's sigh, Lu Zhifeng considered and spoke solemnly, "Your Majesty's talent is truly renowned throughout the world."
"I have been feeling drowsy these past few days and have rarely been lucid. Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Master." Song Heng handed the empty medicine bowl to Lu Zhifeng. He caught a glimpse of Lu Zhifeng's wrist, which was obviously thinner. There were two puncture holes on the base of his flawless white thumb. The scabs were about to form, and the wounds were still purple-red, without the pale pink of new flesh and blood.
Obviously, the injury today.
"What is this?" Seeing Lu Zhifeng put the medicine bowl away, Song Heng pulled the person's hand over, held it with one hand, and gently stroked the wound with the other hand.
Caressing delicately and tenderly.
The cool jade-like fingertips rubbed against his skin, and the itch moved upward from the base of his palm. Lu Zhifen couldn't help but tremble all over.
"It's nothing, I just got pricked by the tip of a sharp object." The itchiness spread, and the first thing to give way was Song Heng's hand, which was being held. Lu Zhifeng couldn't help but bend his fingers, but stopped mid-bend, only bending slightly. Not wanting to disturb Song Heng's caress, he relaxed again.
Lu Zhifeng thought his small movements were inconspicuous, but Song Heng saw them all. He played with her even more wantonly, his hands now relaxed, much softer than at the beginning, letting Song Heng play with them softly.
Not wanting Lu Zhifeng to hide anything, Song Heng would not only knead him but also move closer to observe carefully.
"I don't think so. What's the reason?" The word "what's the reason" was obviously emphasized.
Lu Zhifeng could tell Song Heng wanted to know the real reason, so he paused before saying, "Your Majesty's medicine is missing an ingredient. It's at the source of the moat. There's dense jungle and weeds there, and where this ingredient is found, a giant python has been found."
"Is that python poisonous?" It was obvious that Lu Zhifeng was bitten by a python when he was looking for medicine for himself.
"Are there any other wounds?" Song Heng didn't wait for a reply. He grabbed the person and started to pick him up from the middle, intending to check him carefully to see if there were any other wounds.
The movements are urgent and large in scale.
[Host, are you, are you really looking for wounds?] It seemed like only a second had passed before the system saw Lu Zhifeng's clothes, severed in half, split into two pieces. If someone knew, they would think he was looking for wounds, while those who didn't would think a fierce battle was going on!
[Of course it's true. I'm not worried about my Imperial Master getting injured elsewhere!] Interrupted by the little black ball's voice, Song Heng responded in his mind without forgetting to move.
"Hmm?" A slender hand stretched across the space between the two pieces of fabric. Oh no, Song Heng felt as if he was being punished.
"Your Majesty, the python is not venomous." Lu Zhifeng clutched his clothes tightly with one hand, as if holding the rest of his chastity in his hand. With the other hand, he grasped Song Heng's restless hand, and then he continued with relief, "There are no other wounds."
After hearing what he said, Song Heng stopped obediently. After all, there must be a reason to do bad things. If there is no reason, you have to be obedient, so that you will have the opportunity to do bad things next time.
"Only Lu Zhifeng can stand you, you fool, believing all this." The system spoke at an inopportune moment.
"What are you talking about? I'm just worried about the Imperial Master's health."
After Lu Zhifeng finished speaking, he saw Song Heng also stopped immediately. Without saying anything more, he put down his hand that was holding him and stood up silently.
The 1.83-meter-tall Imperial Tutor, busy and somewhat thin, could block out the sunlight streaming through the window panes without a gap. A graceful gentleman, his hands tightly grasped his moon-white brocade robe, which was cut off at the waist.
There is a hint of unbridled gentleness, and a touch of humor in the unrestrainedness.
The gentle image seems to be ruined.
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"Your Majesty, I will change my clothes first." In the past, his cheeks would just turn red, but now Lu Zhifeng was as red as a boiled shrimp.
They will also observe etiquette and report first before leaving.
Her entire body was flushed, and the pale skin beneath the thin muscles faintly visible at her waist was an unusually crimson red. She looked like a mimosa, slightly shy but not shy at all.
【It's so cute.】
"My dear, going out like this?" Song Heng paused and spoke again, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate."
Having grasped the lifeblood of the little old-fashioned man, Lu Zhifeng wilted, clutching his clothes tightly with his slender hands, without saying a word.
Like a little mushroom in a circle, it exudes sadness all over its body, and looks like a wronged little thing.
Unable to bear it any longer and deeply infected by the atmosphere of sadness, Song Heng supported his soft and weak body that had been in a coma for several days and picked up the thin plush blanket next to him that he used for his lunch break.
The hood was tightly wrapped around the head. He grabbed the two corners of the Qingshan blue quilt, passed them around Lu Zhifeng's hands, and tied them directly in the middle of the quilt he had cut. In a few seconds, he made a beautiful bow.
After a tug, I found that the upper and lower parts were well connected and very firm.
"Okay, you can let go now." Song Heng looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction. Especially the bow, it was the finishing touch and so delicate.
It's really beautiful. Song Heng sighed in his heart, fortunately he had bought it in the packaging when he first entered the market. Otherwise, there would be no such a neat bow.
The thin blue quilt of Qingshan Mountain looks like a winter cloak. The rich and gradient colors complement Lu Zhifeng's temperament very well.
It's inappropriate to wear winter clothes in summer.
Lu Zhifeng felt a little safer, so he slowly put down his hands, placing them at his sides helplessly, in a daze.
"I've asked Steward Wang to bring in some clothes. Could you please make do with them for a while?" Song Heng walked to Lu Zhifeng's side and asked in a negotiating tone, "Master Imperial Teacher, is this okay?"
"OK?"
"OK"
“…”
Seeing that the other person had not yet come to his senses, Song Heng kept repeating the same tone.
One, two, three, four... I don't know how many times.
Lu Zhifeng, who was in the human-machine standby mode, finally made a move. He was still in a daze and responded by just nodding slowly.
Soon, Wang Dequan brought in neatly folded bright red clothes.
Wang Dequan: "Your Majesty, this is the only set of clothing that suits the Imperial Preceptor."
Song Heng: "No problem, go down first."
"My dear, please go behind the screen and change your clothes." Song Heng knew that Lu Zhifeng was not in good shape, so he handed him the folded clothes and pushed him towards the screen.
A moment.
She usually wears plain colors, but today she is wearing red.
It really is true that all the flowers in the city pale in comparison.
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