Chapter 21: Incident "You are like a hedgehog now, all over...
"You are like a hedgehog now, with needles all over your body." The system was moved when it saw Song Heng's current appearance.
"Oh! Then tell me, who is responsible?" Song Heng returned to the system space and could see the scene outside.
The little black ball turned into a quail in seconds.
Song Heng: "Why is it so serious this time?"
System: "I don't know the host."
Song Heng: "What's the use of you? Is there a mall? Can I buy medicine like Baidusan that can cure any disease?"
The system replied timidly: "No..."
"That 100% mortality rate, is it related to this?" Song Heng pointed casually.
Outside the space, the last needle happened to fall.
Miracle, no happen.
The system looked in the direction Song Heng pointed, a soulless corpse. "Yes, if the host refers to the original owner's illness, then that's it."
That's great! Machines just can't stand routines. The cause of death is easy to find out. Just a simple routine and you've got it. Song Heng secretly praised his own wit.
Lu Zhifeng's mood was completely different, he was probably in deep mourning.
"Take his pulse again." Lu Zhifeng's tone was calm, but contained sadness. He watched Su Keke remove all the needles from Song Heng's body, and then spoke.
Su Keke was also a little frustrated. Because of her strong interest in medicine, she had basically never encountered any illness that she couldn't solve since she was a child. She was the most skilled doctor besides her great-grandfather.
In the current situation, he had to face the fact that he had not made the person sober up. Upon hearing Lu Zhifeng's request, he immediately put on the thin blood vessel again and began to feel the pulse.
Su Keke had no choice but to tell the truth. She shook her head slightly and said, "I'll prescribe some medicine. Let's try it!"
The eyes that had once held a hope, filled with starry hopes, dimmed once again. Lu Zhifeng moved awkwardly as he took the prescription written in elegant small seal script.
"Feed Sir Song as much as possible. I'll go back and study it further. I will definitely save Sir Song."
Lu Zhifeng nodded and said, "Thank you both for coming so late at night. I am sorry to bother you."
The sky was dark as ink, with no light visible. It was clearly midnight. Lu Zhifeng received the prescription, expressed his gratitude, and went out to boil the medicine himself.
First, it was utterly silent outside, devoid of movement, save for the occasional rustling of the wind before returning to silence. Second, this was Song Heng's life-saving medicine, and Lu Zhifeng didn't want to rely on anyone else. Giving it to someone else would make his chest feel like it was stuffed with cotton, causing an unbearable soreness and swelling.
"Your Majesty, come, open your mouth and drink the medicine." He personally watched the medicine for an hour. Lu Zhifeng blew on it again and again, and he tried the temperature every time until he found the right amount to put into his mouth and how long to blow it so that it was just warm but not hot.
Lu Zhifeng half-hugged the man, and the white porcelain spoon gently touched Song Heng's tightly closed lips. The medicine juice flowed from the corner of his mouth like the blood that had meandered before.
In vain, Lu Zhifeng increased his strength a little and slightly pried open Song Heng's lips, but it was still in vain.
Lu Zhifeng didn't want to be treated roughly again, so he picked up the white silk cloth next to him and wiped the medicine juice from the corner of Song Heng's mouth. He stared at his lips and fell into deep thought.
"Your Majesty, this is an urgent situation. I apologize for any offense."
The medicine tasted bitter, just like Lu Zhifeng's mood at the moment. Looking at Song Heng's soft lips stained with light purple, he gently stroked them with the hand that was not holding the medicine bowl. An electric shock-like feeling came from his fingertips, and his heart was numb.
The touch of it was like jelly, and of course, the sweetness was just as strong. Just touching it diluted the bitterness in my mouth, but my chest felt like it was being assaulted by both sweetness and bitterness at the same time, a mixture of sweetness and heaviness swirling around in my heart.
The moment his lips touched, the jelly texture became more apparent: soft, bouncy, and slightly cool, as if it had been frozen on ice. Lu Zhifeng's breathing became disordered, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if a drop of water splashed into a frying pan, causing numbness.
Song Heng had a faint herbal scent mixed with a faint cedar scent. It was clearly a refreshing scent, but it made Lu Zhifeng's heart beat even faster.
The throbbing sensation he felt was real, but Lu Zhifeng had no time to care. He only wanted to pass the medicine to Song Heng so that he could drink it.
After taking small amounts several times, Song Heng finally drank about one-fifth of the medicine.
Even though Song Heng is currently unconscious and has no consciousness, Lu Zhifeng has not forgotten that this person is afraid of suffering.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for offending you again." Lu Zhifeng hadn't forgotten the preserved fruit Song Heng had given him after the medicine. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but today I can only have sweet soup to relieve the bitterness."
Their lips touched again, and after a night of taking medicine, his thoughts calmed down. This time, Lu Zhifeng felt the blood boiling in his veins, the crimson spreading all over his body, and the burning tips of his ears, all of which explained the throbbing in his heart.
[It seems that my feelings towards His Majesty are no longer those of a monarch and a subject.]
"Host, your first kiss is gone. It's gone again and again." The small system that was watching the screen together suddenly spoke.
Without a clear understanding, Song Heng looked at Lu Zhifeng's meaningful eyes and the ambiguous atmosphere, and instantly realized that something seemed to have really changed.
Song Heng fell into deep thought. He had acted recklessly before because he knew that Lu Zhifeng had the concept of distinction between the ruler and the subject at that time. If he continued to tease him like before, the consequences might be immeasurable.
He is someone who will leave sooner or later.
As the atmosphere gradually became weird, the slightly childish voice of the little black ball brought Song Heng out of his thoughts. After hearing the content, he completely woke up.
He grabbed the little system and squeezed it into a ball, then flattened it. "What are you talking about? Are you an adult? Just look at these."
The power is off for you.
Okay, the system has been sanctioned and the picture can no longer be seen.
System: "Draw a circle..."
Song Heng: "Did you just watch Xiyangyang and then come out to work? You always draw circles."
"Host, how did you know? You are so awesome? When I was in the light column, before I was born, I was playing this drama on repeat." The little system spoke of its favorite in a childish and small voice, which seemed even smaller, just like the spicy voice of a child.
Song Heng held his forehead, thinking he shouldn't have asked so much. Thinking that he had something important to discuss, he had to continue facing it. "Am I almost there now? I consider the mission completed."
"?" The system has a big question mark.
"Look, the relationship between the male and female protagonists and Lu Zhifeng is so good now, which means that his fate in the future should be to be killed again."
"Yes. 002, let me check."
【Data judgment, completion rate 75%.】
"The mission has not been completed. The data shows that there is a 25% chance that Lu Zhifeng will die." The system explained.
"In other words, the main purpose of the mission is to keep Lu Zhifeng alive? Judging from this situation, Lu Zhifeng may still end up dead. Perhaps the person who killed him this time is most likely not the male or female protagonist." Song Heng analyzed.
"The host is right." The useless waste commander could only nod in agreement.
It just has a round body, and when it nods, its whole body floats up and down, which is very funny.
[Who else could it be? Perhaps...] As he was thinking, the system's actions successfully interrupted him, and he burst out laughing.
"Are you laughing at me?" The system was no longer slow at this time. It keenly realized that Song Heng was laughing at itself and questioned angrily.
"No, no." Song Heng's smile widened, and he waved his hand while laughing, pointing at the screen, "I'm laughing here. Something funny happened here."
"Hmph, I'll believe it only after you show it to me." The arrogant Xiao Tong came online. The little black ball turned around, not looking at Song Heng, waiting for Song Heng to comfort him.
There was no movement for a long time.
"Why not..."
"...Come to comfort me?"
There was no exit left, and the system saw Song Heng narrowing his eyes, frowning slightly, his eyes flickering, not saying a word, staring straight at the screen, with an imperceptible cold aura around him, and a hint of danger constantly revealed from his whole body.
The air seemed to freeze, and a sense of oppression arose.
With his life in danger, the little black ball silently shut down. The system shifted its gaze from Song Heng to the blocked screen, which was empty.
But it was a low-pressure moment in Song Heng's eyes.
"Bang"
Just after feeding Song Heng some sweet soup, something unexpected happened.
Lu Zhifeng, who still held Song Heng in his arms, looked at the two or three men in black who suddenly broke into the carriage.
The night became restless.
There are not just one or two people in the carriage, there are a lot of people this time.
Lu Zhifeng gently laid Song Heng flat on the bed. Because of the bandits he had encountered during his previous trip south of the Yangtze River, Lu Zhifeng had kept his sword within three steps of him. Just as he had gently lowered Song Heng, he was just as quick in his sword-wielding stance.
In an instant, swords flashed in the darkness, and the two sides were locked in a fierce battle. The enemy was outnumbered, and the black-clad men from all around continued to pour in like a tide, and the sound of blades cutting through the air was endless.
Soon, facing the endless number of men in black, Lu Zhifeng was quickly at a disadvantage. The knife could cut through iron like mud, and blood flowed from the handle to the blade, gathering into a pool of bright red.
I don’t know whose blood it is mixed with.
"Lord Lu, what's the situation?" Su Keke's voice came from outside the carriage.
After finally getting on the carriage, the first thing I saw was a man in white clothes, kneeling on one knee. His white clothes were stained red with blood. A red knife was deeply stuck in the floor, and its original color could not be seen. It was tightly grasped by the man holding the knife. In the flickering candlelight, one could clearly see the endless trickles of blood flowing out of the arm holding the knife.
He looked in such a mess, but the person behind him was spotless.
Chen Yeran stayed behind, and Su Keke immediately stepped forward, helped Lu Zhifeng up, picked up the towel on the bedside, and bandaged Lu Zhifeng's arm which was still bleeding.
"There are more and more people here, we have to leave first. Are you ready?" There were too many people, and Chen Yeran couldn't hold on for too long.
The situation was urgent, and Su Keke could only give a simple bandage. "Yeran can't hold on any longer. Let's leave here under the cover of darkness. Are you dizzy? Can you still walk?"
"It's okay." Lu Zhifeng also knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long. He walked over to pick up Song Heng, shaking his head to clear his brain which was dizzy from excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen.
"Let's go." He put his arm around Song Heng and held the knife in the other. The only two things he wanted to take were already ready.
"Okay." Su Keke opened the carriage window, sprinkled a handful of medicine powder, and also sprinkled a handful on the door.
Most of the men in black who stepped forward fell to the ground instantly.
"Come, this way." Chen Yeran led the way based on his intuition.
The powder knocked out a group of men in black, which saved some time.
Four people, three injured and one burden,
Thus began the escape.
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