late at night.

The generals who were blocking the capital city saw a group of soldiers rushing towards them from afar.

He was about to shout to stop them when he heard the leader holding up a token: "Your Majesty, return to the capital! Open the city gates!"

The general was so frightened that he lost all his sleepiness and hurriedly ordered people to open the city gate. The team did not stop for a moment, and there were two people sitting on the horse in the middle.

A man in blue with a gloomy face, a man who was caught in a cloak and whose face could not be seen clearly.

And the horse next to them...

The general rubbed his eyes and uttered a cry of "Oh my god!"

The man in bright yellow that the young marquis was holding was the young emperor whom he had seen from a distance.

The capital had just experienced a bloodbath, and the streets were filled with the lingering smell of blood. Everyone was in danger, and they were all amazed at the emperor's ruthless and ruthless tactics.

What happened again?

The Regent Palace.

The drizzling autumn rain did not stop.

The small pools of water on the ground reflected the lights that were on in the palace. They were crushed and reassembled by hurried footsteps, mixed with the chill of the night, like a broken and blurry dream.

"Prepare some water!"

"Bring me the bag of herbs from my horse's back!"

The servants in the mansion who had been awake all the time started to move quickly. Compared with Li Ningfeng and Ying Jingjue who didn't know what to do, they could even be said to be in good order.

Apparently this is not the first time this emergency situation has occurred.

Tiannan was injured and lagged behind, so he was supported by Ye Mingqin. He watched his master being sent to his own room by Mr. Feng Ke. He coughed weakly a few times and looked at Mingzhang.

Ye Mingqin asked, "How is my brother?"

"Mr. Feng didn't say anything," Ming Cang said. She looked at Tiannan, "You are seriously injured. I will take you to rest first."

"No," Tiannan shook his head, standing outside Feng Ke's room, "It's because I'm useless that the master has to use his inner strength again. If I were stronger, this wouldn't be the case."

"I'll wait here for the master to wake up."

He was stubborn and Mingzhu couldn't persuade him by force.

If this happened to her, she would feel worse than Tiannan.

Lian Shenwei was still thrown into the bathtub, his back exposed, leaning on the edge.

While Feng Ke prepared the marrow-eating dragon, he took out some dry, blood-red grass from the medicine bag he brought back from outside the domain and ground it into powder.

"Ming Candle, hold down your master."

Feng Ke raised his head. Tiannan was injured. The little emperor looked like he could hardly stand up. He looked around and quickly locked his eyes on Lian Ningfeng. "You come."

Li Ningfeng did not dare to delay and came over in two or three steps: "What should I do?"

Feng Ke said as he pulled Lian Shenwei's hand out of the water: "Hold his arm."

The moment his arm was exposed to the air, the fierce scars on it could no longer be concealed. It was very shocking. Lian Ningfeng held his breath. For a moment, he couldn't find a good piece of skin.

He quickly adjusted his position and held it tightly.

When the marrow-eating snake entered his body, Lian Shenwei did not react at all as expected, so Feng Ke sprinkled the red herbal powder into it.

The water in the tub turned scarlet in the blink of an eye.

The roots of the scarlet marrow-eating snake, which were originally only on the back, turned into a strange light silver color and spread all over the body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like some kind of mysterious totem.

Young people gradually began to struggle.

Even though he was unconscious, his remaining body senses still reacted instinctively to the pain that was far beyond his threshold. The surface of his limbs' skin began to turn red, and blood oozed out little by little.

Ying Jingjue looked at the blood for a while, then slowly tightened his hands hanging at his sides.

His mood right now is the most chaotic.

As early as the moment his memory was restored, he didn't know how to face Lian Shenwei. He didn't even know why things had come to this point.

Did the night at Fudu Villa have anything to do with the royal family? Why did Moda say that Wei Shugui was the son of his uncle's enemy?

What was the truth back then?

Why did he suddenly lose his memory, and why did his uncle disappear for three years and then become an official of the Great Sheng Dynasty, his teacher, and even the final regent?

But he didn't even have time to react, and hadn't thought many things through before he had to watch his only remaining relative in the world, his grown-up uncle, struggling painfully on the brink of life and death.

He could only watch from the sidelines and could not help at all.

When people encounter problems, they are accustomed to pray to gods and Buddhas, not to the emperor.

Because the emperor would also ask for the protection of gods and Buddhas.

Sometimes, the emperor is even the most useless person in the world.

As the struggle faded, the sticky blood inevitably stained the gaps between Li Ningfeng's fingers. The scar on the arm he was pressing on looked even more horrifying.

Li Ningfeng looked at it for a moment and then turned away.

Feng Ke sneered and said sarcastically, "Why, when he used a dagger to draw blood from your arm to treat you, you used it with ease, but now you are disgusted by the scar on his arm?"

Li Ningfeng froze on the spot.

His mind flashed back to the bottles of blood he had used during his treatment.

The smell that penetrated his nose during the treatment seemed to overlap with the smell of medicine and blood lingering in the air, and Li Ningfeng's face turned pale.

The uneven texture of the scar on his palm seemed to have turned into the knife that had cut it. Li Ningfeng heard himself asking, "...what did you say?"

The treatment had only just begun. Feng Ke didn't want to pay attention to him and proceeded to the next step.

He fed Lian Shenwei a pill, then pressed on his pulse and waited for a moment.

Very weak.

It is normal to feel weak, but you shouldn't be so weak after taking the medicine.

Before he left, he asked Lian Shenwei to take good care of his body. According to his physical condition, the tonic medicine he took should be used to replenish his depleted foundation, and he should not stop taking it for a day.

Most of it cannot be absorbed, and some mild medicinal power will remain dormant in the body.

Now is the time to take advantage of it.

The medicine he gave Lian Shenwei was to stimulate the effects of the drug. If he had been obedient and replenished his body, he shouldn't have had this reaction.

Feng Ke had a bad feeling in his heart.

He asked Ming Cang, "Before I left, I told him to take the tonic medicine all day. Did you and Tiannan watch him drink it carefully?"

Ming Candle: "The master drank it seriously, but it broke afterwards."

Feng Ke's heart sank: "How many days has it been down?"

Ming Candle: "I drank it every day in the first few months. In the next few months, the price of tonic medicine increased, and the money in the palace was insufficient. Tiannan went to the palace to steal treasures once, but the master found out. Since then, I have been drinking tonic soup once every three days, or once every five days..."

Feng Ke couldn't help but interrupt: "Why are the supplements so expensive?!"

The remaining money in the Regent's Palace, plus the monthly rent of some shops and the harvest from the farm, and the fact that there was no need to spend a lot of money in the rest of the palace, that money was more than enough to cover Shen Wei's expenses for supplements.

Ming Candle: "An order from the palace."

Feng Ke paused for two seconds, thinking something through. He turned his head and looked at Ying Jingjue, and for the first time, his eyes contained undisguised murderous intent.

"Your orders."

Ying Jingjue's mind went blank and all the blood in his body flowed back into his heart. It was clearly still autumn, but he felt as if deep winter had shattered his bones and driven the biting cold into him inch by inch.

…

Know the country.

It was a gloomy sky outside. Gong Du curled up comfortably in his quilt and turned on the cartoon that Xiao Guangtuan had downloaded from the examination system.

You can lie down now.

Happy rottenness.

Because he had left this world, the little ball of light had made contact with the world consciousness, and the influence of the world consciousness on him didn't seem to be that profound these days. He went from wanting to sleep for 24 hours a day to barely being fully awake for one or two hours.

Lian Shenwei was familiar with the plot he was going to write next. He transformed into a foot and kicked the script away, then turned into a round ball and shrank back, "Re-examination officer."

Little Light Group: “Here it comes!”

There was a small cart of fruit snacks. Xiao Guangtuan pushed the cart in front of him with bright eyes, "Hey! You are so awesome."

Being able to get to such an ending while being half asleep and half awake is not much different from the previous two worlds.

Gong Du: "Last time I took the free story test, I was able to write a story even when I fell asleep." It's just that my score is not high. The main system has no vision.

He remembered that when he was leaving the examination room with the examination paper, he met a candidate in the form of a long-tailed tit. With the mentality of making friends, they exchanged examination papers and praised each other's free stories. They wished they could become close friends.

Small light group: "..."

Are you proud to say such things in front of the examiner?

"The make-up exam time is up. You still have some time to review after leaving this world. Do you want to go back to the first two worlds?"

Gong Du touched the colorful earrings on his ear bones and said, "Let's talk about it later."

No rush.

He is now in the sea of ​​consciousness and can actually see the chaotic situation outside. To be honest, Feng Ke's medical skills should be among the best in this world.

If he didn't have any additional physical weakness, he might actually have a chance of surviving this treatment.

Unfortunately, this is not the original world line, nor is it Lian Shenwei's original destiny.

In Lian Shenwei's original fate, he was sentenced to death by slow execution. Sometimes Gong Du couldn't imagine what kind of mentality Lian Shenwei had when he went to die.

When he was scolded by so many people and went to his death with a stigma on his face, did he never consider himself as Lian Yubai anymore?

Can we really let go of those carefree and innocent past?

People and personalities are different.

He will define a person's background, past, and experiences in the script, then fit a logical character and let the story develop according to this character. This is the character setting.

And people...

They will make choices that go against their character.

Gong Du tries to guess people's minds, but he never really gets into the role. Before he enters the small world to cram for an exam, the joys and sorrows he wrote in the script seem to be trapped in a fixed routine.

The scripts he wrote these three times seemed to be a little different from the previous ones.

Gong Du took off his earrings and touched upon the emotions inside.

Very amazing.

He now realized how ridiculous it was for him to have stripped these things from his soul. This was clearly a powerful tool for his scriptwriting.

…

The evening of the second day.

Lian Shenwei moved back to his own bedroom from Feng Ke's room.

Still in a coma, unresponsive to the outside world.

Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng were both hit hard by his words. Feng Ke felt annoyed just looking at them and told them to go back and have a rest before coming back.

What's the point of a small marquis holding military power, an emperor, staying here all the time? If something goes wrong, all Shen Wei's plans and calculations over the years will be in vain.

Even if you want to make up for it, the person may not be able to survive, so what's the point of waiting?

He said so, but these two people seemed to have taken root here and refused to leave no matter what he said.

Feng Ke didn't care. He thought they were dirty, so he asked them to change their clothes and continue to guard here.

Lian Shenwei had been soaking in the ice water for so long that he felt so cold that he didn't look like a living person. Feng Ke ordered someone to light up the floor heating in the room.

"I'm going to give him acupuncture. One of you two come over and warm his hands," Feng Ke raised his head.

Keep Lian Shenwei’s body warm first, otherwise I don’t know how severe the fever will be this time.

"Let me do it," Li Ningfeng stopped Ying Jingjue who was about to move forward, "My internal energy is more stable."

He squatted down, concentrated his inner strength in his palms, and carefully held Lian Shenwei's hand between his two hands. These hands were beautiful, slender like jade, with even joints, perfect for holding a pen or a sword, but they were as cold as ice, with an abnormal pale blue color.

There are scars on the inside of the wrist caused by repeated cutting.

There are far more wounds on the left arm than on the right, perhaps because the tendons in my right hand were severed and it cannot be injured again, so most of them are on the left side.

He thought back to the time when he had injured his leg, and the cans of blood that had been used on him.

Li Ningfeng once asked Master Fu Biao what kind of blood that was. Master Fu Biao said it was medicine man's blood. He also thought that it was not easy for Master to find medicine man's blood. It was indeed not easy, because the blood was originally released by Master from his own body.

He had injured his leg in the spring of the previous year, and the master started bleeding him from that time.

Later, when Master went on a tour in the south, it was certainly impossible for him to deliver the blood immediately along the way, but the blood never stopped flowing while he was treating patients. In other words, Master gave enough blood before he left.

He remembered that during that period, the Regent relied on his favor to avoid attending court, which caused some controversy.

Now that I think about it, there was no such thing as arrogance. Anyone could have shed so much blood in such a short period of time and still appear in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.

What I am afraid of is that I will feel weak all day and lose weight rapidly.

Li Ningfeng's Adam's apple moved, he lowered his eyes, and his movements became even lighter. He had never felt a person so fragile, and if he used a little more force, he was afraid that the person would disappear.

I don't know how much time had passed. The floor heating in the bedroom was burning brightly. Li Ningfeng remained motionless. His body was stiff and even his hands were still cold.

Li Ningfeng was somewhat at a loss: "Mr. Feng, Master's hands can't keep them warm."

Feng Ke pursed his lower lip, twirled a silver needle with his fingertips, and hesitated for a long time. It had been a long time since he had been so hesitant about whether to take the injection.

This injection stimulated the vitality to feed the exhausted internal organs. It was fierce and overbearing. Lian Shenwei's body was so depleted that he didn't have much vitality. Now he was just tearing down the east wall to repair the west wall, patching up the gaps, and seeing how he could keep his body functioning.

Finally, he stabbed it with the needle.

After a moment, the unconscious young man trembled slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, Feng Ke quickly turned Lian Shenwei's body to the side, let him lie on the edge of the bed, and patted his back with one hand.

I don’t even have the strength to cough, I’m weaker than a newborn kitten.

If he had reacted a little slower, the blood would have entered his lungs and caused another trouble.

Feng Ke clapped his hands for a while, then raised his head and said to Ying Jingjue, "I know you still don't understand a lot of things. It wasn't your fault back then, but you can't escape the responsibility of your uncle becoming what he is now."

"He is very strong, but his physical condition does not allow him to use force at all."

Ying Jingjue: "Uncle...why can't we use force?"

"Ten years ago, the past is like smoke." Feng Ke was silent for a moment: "If he can wake up this time, I will tell you again. If you can't remember, he intends to keep it a secret from you for the rest of his life."

Li Ningfeng took a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of Lian Shenwei's mouth.

The young man's drooping hair swayed slightly, and with the naked eye, a strand of silver suddenly appeared in his hair, which was black just now. Lian Ningfeng's pupils shrank.

Feng Ke also saw it, but he didn't look surprised. He just reached out and picked up Lian Shenwei's hair. The white strand in it was particularly eye-catching among the rest of the black hair.

The vitality is too weak.

There is no suitable supplement to keep him alive in the palace.

Feng Ke looked at Ying Jingjue and said calmly, "He needs something to keep him alive. A blood ginseng of about 5,000 years old, or a Zhi Lu of more than 3,000 years old... these will do."

Ying Jingjue shuddered, "I understand."

He returned to the palace as fast as he could, in a daze.

Xiao Zhizi's throat was cut and her voice was damaged, but fortunately she survived and is now waiting for him to return in the palace.

After seeing Ying Jingjue's figure from afar, he hurried to greet him, but was frightened by the young emperor's ferocious look with red eyes.

Xiao Zhizi didn't even dare to speak, and only asked carefully: "Your Majesty...?"

Ying Jingjue's gaze fell on him vaguely.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "What I diagnosed is not a supplement."

This incoherent sentence made Xiao Zhizi's heart skip a beat.

The young emperor covered his face with his hands, letting the tears flow, with confused sobs gushing out of his throat.

"I am killing my uncle..."

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