Chapter 7: Going to the south of the Yangtze River, in the Yangxin Palace.
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Song Heng lay boneless, half lying in the resting place that had been prepared for him since the original owner ascended the throne.
Poor original owner didn't enjoy it much, but it was a good thing for me.
"Host, the original owner has no use for these things. He doesn't even know how to review memorials." The system interrupted Song Heng's speculation at the right time and stabbed him in the back. "These things are useless to the original owner. They are just another way to squander money."
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"Your Majesty, what do you want to discuss with me?" Lu Zhifeng asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place.
She is simply a hardworking little bee. She is dedicated and devoted to the country and its people.
No small talk, straight to the point.
Thinking of such a good employee, Song Heng couldn't help feeling unbalanced. Why didn't the people in his small company have this kind of awareness?
If everyone had such a high level of self-awareness, why would they suddenly die from overwork and then end up in this place where there are no mobile phones for entertainment and a bunch of broken stalls waiting to be cleaned up?
"Let's put aside the flood in Jiangnan and the money involved. My dear, who do you think can take on such a big responsibility?" Being alone with Lu Zhifeng, the impulse he had just felt in the hall disappeared without a trace.
The pills, the talisman given by the imperial concubine, the original owner who was afraid of the imperial physician, and the strangeness in the hall.
I think there is someone in the hall who knows the situation.
These can be put aside for now; the flood in the south of the Yangtze River is more important.
After all, this may be the biggest motivation for the male protagonist to rebel.
"Your Majesty," Lu Zhifeng heard Song Heng's question and immediately thought of the current situation. The court was currently filled with a bunch of old officials who were just sitting there doing nothing, and the rest were new officials who were not yet capable of taking charge of the government. "...No."
After saying this, Lu Zhifeng lowered his head slightly, looking a little annoyed. He probably realized that he had taken things for granted, only considering the urgency of the situation, and not taking into account all aspects.
Song Heng thought it was normal. After all, when the original owner came to power, he did nothing to develop his own power except killing a bunch of servants and officials who bullied him.
Lu Zhifeng was an accident.
He was directly appointed to the position, and was immediately given a high position because he was the only touch of kindness the original owner encountered during his dark time.
"How about I go with the imperial teacher?" The original male protagonist was in Jiangnan, and Song Heng had to go and see him no matter what.
"Your Majesty, you must not do this. The flood situation in Jiangnan is severe. It would be inappropriate for Your Majesty to go."
"What's wrong?"
"The flood of refugees may disturb the Holy Eucharist."
"I grew up like this, how could I possibly disturb the Holy Body?" Song Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone slightly angry.
Song Heng looked slightly angry on the surface, with a slight smile on his lips, but there was a hint of playfulness in his heart.
Lu Zhifeng lowered his head and could not see it, but he was still stubborn, "The country cannot be without a king for a day, Your Majesty must not go."
"How long have I attended court since I ascended the throne?" Song Heng lifted Lu Zhifeng's chin slightly, "Doesn't the Imperial Master know?"
"Can……"
"That's all right. It's decided. Imperial Master, please go with me."
After Song Heng finished speaking, without waiting for Lu Zhifeng to refute, he immediately stood up and pulled him away.
"Now that it's settled, have lunch with me."
Being pulled away suddenly, Lu Zhifeng didn't have time to react for a moment, silently looking at the hand being held. The hand being pulled had distinct joints, and it felt slightly cool. If he felt carefully, he could even feel the fine scars on the back of the hand.
You are too thin. You should eat on time and eat more.
Song Heng had no idea that a casual grab could trigger so many associations in someone. He had only had a light snack that morning and was already starving, though he didn't show it on his face. He quickened his pace.
Today's morning court session ended in a hurry and was short, but Song Heng came to court late.
After all this discussion, it was already noon.
It’s a good opportunity to keep people here for lunch.
People who are pleasing to the eye can increase their appetite just by looking at them.
Why not?
*
"Master Sun, have you heard?"
"Of course I heard about it." Lord Wang stroked his beard and replied with regret, "It's hard for the Imperial Tutor."
"Yes, the flood in Jiangnan this time is such a difficult matter." Lord Sun agreed, "They actually asked the Imperial Master to go and solve the problem."
Lord Wang also shook his head.
All the officials on their way to court felt the same way.
After all, such a gentle person went to that cannibalistic place. Not to mention solving the problem, it would be good enough if he didn't get skinned alive.
Song Heng had no way of knowing what the officials in court were thinking.
Because, Song Heng, once again, was absent from work.
*
In the suburbs, a thatched shop.
Summer rains come quickly and go away quickly. Just a moment ago, it was pouring down, then it subsided in an instant. The thatched eaves were covered with water droplets, dripping like beads, making crisp sounds on the bluestone slabs.
The moist wind blew by, carrying the fragrance of the soil after the rain, mixed with the scent of grass and trees.
It was Song Heng, a smell that he couldn't smell after being in a bustling city for a long time, but was extremely familiar to him.
After having lunch together yesterday, Song Heng had the final say and decided on the departure time.
That’s right, the time was right, we left the next day.
The main feature is to do whatever you want.
Lu Zhifeng had a rebuttal, but it was useless and he dismissed it directly.
Lu Zhifeng had no way of deciding on the sudden mission. He just kept things in mind and quickly finished lunch with Song Heng. He then hurried back to his house to prepare the things he needed for the trip south.
Song Heng was not idle either. He asked Wang Dequan to prepare a super comfortable carriage and most of the silver that the national treasury could currently provide.
If others didn't know, they would think that it was some young man going out for fun, but they would never have thought that he was going to provide disaster relief.
"That's it?" The system thought Song Heng was about to take action. But this guy was finished just like that. He couldn't help but speak.
"Oh, and show me the plot again." Song Heng didn't care and asked the tool to play the plot again.
Little Black Dumpling had no way to deal with this host, so Song Heng silently opened the access permission.
Song Heng, who had nothing to do, lay on the bed and reviewed the plot again. "Xiao Hei? Is there a visual version? I'm tired of reading the words."
"My name is 002, not Xiao Hei." The system was annoyed, but still answered Song Heng's question, but in a fierce tone, "No, there is only a text version."
"002, you're terrible. Other systems give their hosts cheat codes, but you don't have anything."
"You..." Tongzi was unable to refute and cried.
"It's great that you can bring people back to life." Seeing Tong crying, Song Heng could only comfort him perfunctorily.
The machine couldn't tell the difference, it just knew it was being praised, and immediately jumped around Song Heng's forehead with joy.
"Stop jumping, I'm tired." Song Heng yawned and closed his eyes.
"Are you not continuing your research?" the system asked anxiously. "What if you can't complete the mission? Especially since there's nothing to ask for in Jiangnan this time. What will you do if you're gone?"
"It's okay, that's all I can do. Don't worry." After saying that, shallow and steady breathing sounds came from Song Heng.
After coming to this dimension, Song Heng became inexplicably sleepy and had excellent sleep quality.
He has the ability to fall asleep in one second, which many people in the real world envy.
*
The heavy rain had just stopped, but the sun couldn't wait to penetrate the clouds and shine quietly, reflecting tiny rainbows in the humid air.
It enriches the green in front of us.
Outside the thatched shop, on the official road in the early morning, the mist had not yet dissipated.
There was a creaking sound in the distance, approaching from far away. It was the sound of carriage wheels rolling over the cobblestones.
The axle turned, making a heavy humming sound, and as it drove over the stone pavement after the rain, it also made a hissing sound as it rolled over puddles. "Click," the wooden boards collided, and the axle stopped turning.
A simple wooden carriage was parked next to the thatched hut.
Lu Zhifeng had been preparing for the trip to Jiangnan since he learned about it from Song Heng yesterday. He finally had some idea of what preparations he needed to make for the trip.
Even so, Lu Zhifeng left home early in order to avoid the emperor waiting for his subjects.
When the coachman stopped the carriage, Lu Zhifeng saw a red figure under the eaves.
Song Heng wore a scarlet brocade robe, made of the finest silk, which shone with a delicate luster even in the faint sunlight. This attire made Song Heng appear both flamboyant and noble. The red silk, embellished with golden patterns, added a touch of freshness.
He looks like a young master from a wealthy family who is ignorant of the ways of the world.
It was too fresh and lively. This thought came to Lu Zhifeng's mind when he saw this scene.
Song Heng was waiting for Lu Zhifeng's arrival at the place where they had agreed to meet yesterday.
It wasn't that Song Heng wanted to get up early, but he didn't want his whereabouts to be discovered. He had no choice but to set off early. After all, the rumor was that the imperial teacher had gone to the south of the Yangtze River to control the flood. But there was no mention of the emperor accompanying him.
Breathing in the fresh air after the rain, Song Heng felt that the grumpiness he had felt when Eunuch Wang woke him up early in the morning had mostly disappeared.
Taking a deep breath and looking out again, Song Heng spotted the Imperial Tutor approaching with ease. Today, Lu Zhifeng looked very different from usual. He wore a dark-colored robe, the fabric of which was not of the highest quality, and only a jade pendant at his waist. Despite his simple attire, his aristocratic demeanor remained undiminished.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'm late." The old-fashioned Lu Zhifeng always observed etiquette even when he was outside.
"No problem. When you're out in public, you don't have to address each other as king or subject. Just call me Young Master Song."
"As you command, Master Song."
"It's not advisable to stay here for long. Let's get on our horses and set off." After saying that, Song Heng walked towards his extremely luxurious carriage.
"Sir Song, please ride with me." Lu Zhifeng suddenly spoke, then explained in a low voice, "Your Majesty, your carriage is too luxurious. Bandits are rampant on this road recently, so you must drive with caution."
When Song Heng heard what Lu Zhifeng said, he paused, then turned and walked towards the carriage prepared by Lu Zhifeng.
The original owner cherished his life. Although he could not let go of gold and jade, his life was definitely the first priority.
Back to Lu Zhifeng's carriage, it was plain on the outside, but extremely comfortable on the inside. It was spacious enough for Song Heng, a man over 1.8 meters tall, to lie flat.
The decoration is not luxurious, but practical. There are tables and chairs, as well as a couch covered with a soft silk quilt.
There are also snacks, fruits, tea and wine on the table.
Song Heng was very satisfied in his heart, but he said with a hint of disdain, "The Imperial Master's travel equipment is still inferior to mine."
"Of course, Your Majesty should use the best in the world." Lu Zhifeng didn't know why he wanted to go along with Song Heng. "The situation is different now. I can only inconvenience Your Majesty."
Even though he wasn't feeling uncomfortable, Song Heng still felt relieved after hearing this. He had gotten up too early. After getting on the carriage, Song Heng immediately took off his shoes and lay down on the soft couch, falling asleep in a second.
Seeing the scene before him, Lu Zhifeng felt quite helpless. He silently helped Song Heng cover himself with the quilt and tucked in the corners.
"Bang" the carriage stopped suddenly.
"Something's going on, please pay attention, sir."
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