MTL - Let Me Shoulder This Blame!-Chapter 52 a sinister history

The sky was shining and the snow was falling all night.

The daylight of the daylight passed through the window, and the eyes were sore and painful. When Su Shi opened his eyes, he was swayed and closed. The white mans in front of him still dissipated after a while.

Perceived his movements, Song Yu subconsciously tightened his arms and lowered his gaze with concern.

The eyes opened, and the glare of the glare was immediately closed, and the eyebrows were slightly uncomfortable, and the closer to his chest.

Although I knew that it was only the instinctive reaction of the other party when I was awake, Song Yu’s heart was still soft.

Take off the heavy robes, and connect some of the heat in your arms to the people, and block the glare that comes in through the window: "Is it better?"

After burning off, the body became colder and the heat source suddenly left. Su Shi instinctively wrapped his clothes tightly and agreed very lightly.

Rarely seeing the other side's unprepared soft posture, Song Yan could not help but show a soft smile, and made the quilt more tight for him. Wen Sheng said: "They sent the food over, you one day. Haven't used rice, eat a little, okay?"

Su Shi heard the conversation outside the door at that time. He was curious about what was in the Tianzhu prison. He wanted to sit up and sit up, but he was forced to go back by Song Yu.

"You just retired, and the snow fell outside. When it was cold, you must not be cold again."

His tone was very soft, and he was still eager to cut back. Su Shi had to lie back again. I wanted to talk, I was stunned by the cold air, and I couldn’t help but cough twice.

Song Yongzheng took the porridge bowl out of the food box, heard him coughing, and quickly hurried back, and carefully lifted the person up, and took it all into his arms.

Perennial martial arts are strong and strong, even in the cold morning, the chest is still a warm iron.

Su Shi also intends to live to the emperor's enthronement ceremony, naturally will not be able to with his body, simply no longer insist, relax and lean into the broad and powerful arms, lifted his hand and took the ridicule in his hand.

After a day of rest, the scar on his wrist was no longer so red and glaring, and the strength of his hand was somewhat restored. At least the grip was not a problem.

The porridge in the bowl is long and lean, and it is very delicate. At first glance, it is not the food of his own dungeon.

I don't know how Song Song handled the other breakfast. Su Shi held the stunned two times and looked at the silent black sorrow. He swallowed the question and lowered his head and slowly sipped. Porridge.

Seeing that he was always willing to eat, Song Yu finally relaxed a little, still holding a porridge bowl for him, and he covered the quilt in one hand, so that he would not be cold again.

The stomach has been empty for a whole day, and the porridge has entered the abdomen. The first thing that comes with it is a distinct pain.

Su Shi couldn't help but frown, hiding in the lower hand and pressing the stomach, and immediately greeted Song Yuran's nervous oversight.

"It doesn't matter, it just took too long to eat anything."

According to the stomach, the hand was helplessly dismantled. Su Shiwen sighed and waited until he had eased the discomfort. He bowed his head and drank a few porridges.

He didn't eat much, Song Song squinted and tried to speak with warm voice: "Is it a bad appetite? What can I eat?"

"It's not true, just don't feel hungry."

Su Shi shook his head, and suddenly he had a thought in his heart: "Will the prince cook noodles?"

"what?"

His voice was very light, Song Song was awkward, and he subconsciously asked. Su Shi had already dispelled the unrealistic thought and shook his head: "Nothing."

For the first time, only the ready-made meat will be roasted. In the second time, I will learn to cook instant noodles. The world does not have such fast-food foods that it is easy to get started. He still does not want to be strong.

Seeing that his spirit is still good, and he did not mean that he was offended by his offense last night, Song Hao finally put down his heart and supported the body in his arms on the soft pillow: "I asked them to get some hot water, but unfortunately You are sick, you should have raised it..."

"I am not in the dungeon now, it is already the blessing of the prince."

Su Shi was dumb, put the piece on his body and wanted to support him, but suddenly he felt something wrong.

Thinking that at least the other party could wipe the face, Song Yu was soaking the cloth with hot water, but suddenly there was a muffled sound behind him.

In a hurry to follow the sound, Song Yu’s gaze succumbed, and the cloth towel was quickly rushed over.

Luli fell to the ground, and he supported the couch with one hand, struggling to stand up, but only propped up and then fell back.

The man himself did not seem to know exactly what was going on. The plain and cold and indifferent eyes were vaguely revealing some confusion, and they still worked hard in vain, but their legs were not working.

Song Hao quickly hugged him back to the bed, worried about panic in his heart, and eased his efforts to press the two legs: "How can you feel a pain? Is it lying down..."

"It's okay, I feel it."

I haven't figured out what happened to me. Su Shi should have a sentence and hold the body along the couch.

Song Hao did not have his indifferent, clenched his eyebrows and pleaded guilty, carefully rolled up his knees and trousers, revealing the knees that had already been red and swollen.

"You don't know what the pain is in the clear light..."

Fortunately, it was not a serious injury to irreparable injury. The tension to the extreme was finally a little slow. Song Xiao sighed with a grin and sighed, carefully pressing his hands on his lap: "How, this way. How are you?"

The effect of the analgesic is still there. Su Shi did not feel much pain. He subconsciously nodded, but his heart was inexplicably born with a vague ominous premonition.

"This is the old wounded. It is still not obvious when it is finely cultivated on weekdays. It is caused by this cold and cold, and with the falling snow, it will start again."

Although it was scared by the situation just now, in any case, the old injury is always stronger than the new one.

Song Wei licked his knees for him. The original worry dissipated, and he couldn't help but raise his head: "Qingguang, what injury have you suffered? How did you fall into such a trouble, did you dispose of it at that time?"

The situation is not good.

Su Shi’s heart sank and finally remembered where this came from.

He can't answer, but he can't help but answer. Once Song Zhen finds the connection between the two things, he will certainly be suspicious.

Song Yi didn't know his mind, but he didn't want to ask him to silently endure it. He he got up after hesitating, and he was carefully re-covered for him: "I will go out and see, come back soon."

Su Shi was thinking about his heart, and he only nodded his words. Song Yu quickly stepped out of the temple door, and Yu Linwei, who was worried about the outside of the door, slightly decapitated: "Thank you for the hot water this morning, can you have the commonly used wound medicine?"

Although the emperor is not allowed to give special care to Lu Li, but Yu Linwei's heart is not tolerable, as long as it can help, the secret will still be somewhat concerned.

"Yes, it's just a general effect. It's all used by the brethren in private."

Hearing Song Yu’s enquiry, Yu Linwei, who was headed, nodded quickly and handed him the wounded medicine. He said, “The weather is not good today, but the leg injury of the right side has been committed?”

Song Wei’s eyes were slightly condensed, and his heart was inexplicably leaping. On the face, he calmed down more and more: “Why, you know?”

"I know that the old things five years ago, it is also the time when Lu Xiang was only working in Zhongshu Province at that time. I heard that there was something wrong with the army. I don’t know what it was, it was in the palace. The stone steps on the outside were smashed for three days. How many people advised and refused to listen, and finally they were sent to the house after they were vomiting and stunned."

It was probably remembering the situation at that time. Yulin Wei shook his head and sighed with a sigh: "After that, the land phase was acting, and it was no longer the beginning..."

When Song Yuru fell into an ice cave, he felt that the blood in his body seemed to solidify, and only one piece of bone was cold.

What the other party said, he has no intention to listen carefully, holding the wound medicine in his hand, but inexplicably no strength to turn around.

The chest was like a big hole, the cold wind poured in without mercy, and the whole heart was frozen and hurt, but it was like a fire burning in the bottom of my heart.

Five years ago, in winter, he knew better than anyone else what had changed in the military.

The border is uneasy, and the war is the most tight time. The army climbed the ice and slept in the snow and killed it. One after another, an eight hundred miles of expedited documents were sent back to the capital, but they all seemed to be sinking into the sea, and the food that they depended for was always motionless.

The grain in the army has been exhausted. If the army is withdrawn due to lack of food, the border ten cities will fall into the enemy. If the battle does not retreat, the snow will sooner or later become the land of the soldiers.

Under the ice and snow, he personally killed his horse, and divided the frozen hard meat into pieces. His eyes were hot and his heart was cold.

Then, the grain meal suddenly came.

They are all in the army all the year round, and you can see at a glance that this grain is obviously different in the past. The grain is large and small, and the rice has Chen and Xin. In the end, it has already been enough to make up the grain, and even stuffed the bacon cake.

The tough guy who came to the head of the knife and blood, when he saw the head, immediately let go of resentment and despair. The generals sent down the hard-boiled cakes, and the soldiers of the lower heads were hand-wound, and they were soft in their arms, and the snow that had been combined was swallowed into the stomach.

When you have eaten, you don't feel bitter. The soldiers talked loudly and laughed that the military food was not easy, and they didn't know how many guys in the family had copied a few granaries.

He didn't smile. He only saw the tightness in the grain that the car was unloaded.

The financial burden of the money, the financial constraints should be nothing to do, only have to spare all the rations that can be thought of, piled up and transported.

He had not returned to the DPRK for a long time, and he thought that it was the disaster of the country, so he would delay the army until now. So there was no resentment against the emperor who was far away from the capital, but his heart was full of sorrow.

Because of this embarrassment, no matter how difficult it is to squeeze out the military in the DPRK, no matter how hard it is to fight him, he has no complaints.

It is also because of this embarrassment that this time the Chinese society has changed. He did not even hesitate, and he rushed back to Beijing to help.

But he suddenly realized that he might be completely wrong.

Five years ago, the snow was bigger than today's. I heard that the whole capital is covered with silver. Many scholars and literati are improvising, writing or heroic or exquisite poetry.

No one knows, and no one needs to know that the army that was thousands of miles away was almost exhausted by the army that was delayed, and the young officials who had nowhere to go were outside the palace gate, almost derelicting a pair of legs.

He determined that Song Shouyi will regret it one day, will regret it, will be mad, but did not expect that the most regretted is actually himself.

"Wang Ye Wang?"

The voice of worry around him suddenly pulled him out of his meditation and met the eyes of Yulin Wei. Song Song returned to God and suddenly tightened the bottle of wound medicine and strode back to the temple.

His footsteps were getting slower and slower, his face gradually calmed down, and when he reached the door, the water in his eyes had faded.

After setting the mind, Song Song pushed open the door and walked slowly to the side of the couch. He heated the frozen hands and began to carefully apply the wound medicine to the land glass.

The skin under the palm is slightly hot, and the cool ointment is carefully applied and cautiously opened in an inch. Song Yu’s chest is more and more fierce, but the movements on his hands are softer and softer.

Finally, one hand reached over and took his wrist.

There was hardly any strength in the hand, but it was only imaginary, and Song’s movement suddenly stagnate, raising his gaze and welcoming the lightness that seemed to have been foreseen.

"How did you get rid of the military food..."

Song Yu took a deep breath, raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, trying to bring his own tone with a relaxed smile, but only when he opened it, it was difficult to show his whimpering nasal sound.

The voice was solitary and there was no response.

The glazed Qingling 瞳眸 just looked at him quietly, no joy, no anger, no waves, as if waiting for a certain judgment.

The chest was suddenly so turbulent that it was hard to hold on, and Song Hao couldn’t help it. He pulled the thin body of the man into his arms and tried to tighten his arm, but he was afraid of hurting him. On the pale cheek side, the line of sight is already blurred.

How desperate it is, how much grievances it should be.

When the foreign minister of the palace gate looked down, when the heart was exhausted and vomiting blood and coma, it was patchwork to make up the life-saving food, but it was not enough. When the car tried to stuff all the food that could be thought of as a ration.

I finally understood that being a loyal minister and a courtier couldn’t help but control the emperor’s fainting and credibility, and was unable to change the time when the church was decaying.

He still remembers when he first saw Lu Li, the young champion cross-horse travels across the street, with an ambition and full of articles.

In the long day of the three days, Lu Li was actually dead.

What survived was only a wandering soul. One gave up the ethics that he insisted on since he was literate, and gave up his arrogance and gave up the soul of the foundation.

So I completely sank this body into the mud, and then don't want to be famous.

The body in his arms suddenly shuddered and tightened, and Song’s heart narrowed and seemed to drop his gaze.

The pair seemed to be in the cold and chilling of the moving, and finally fell silently.

"Clear light..."

The breath touched the cold water on his cheek, Song Song hoarse, and the tone was almost pleading: "Don't hold back, it doesn't matter, there are no other people here..."

"Not that I am crying."

Of course, it is clear that once this time leaks, Song Yu will surely figure out everything, and the favorable situation that he will fight for will never be recovered.

Su Shi snorted and slammed the other's clothing, and tried to restrain the excessively strong emotions, but still could do nothing.

Not that he is crying, it is this body that is crying.

The heart is chestnut, the chest is stuffy, every inch of the body is drowned by intense pain, and the chill is quietly coming.

The cold night is long and the four look stunned.

The broken body has been unable to carry too intense emotions. Luli died in his neck, and the body was forbearing to silently tremble. Finally, he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his lips.

The pale, slender fingers suddenly stained with a glare.

"It's okay, just spit it out, it's okay, it's all gone..."

Holding the body that was finally exhausted, Song Yu took care of the whole person into his arms, and repeatedly stroking the back of the trepidation, clumsily repeating the monotonous comfort.

The man in his arms gradually calmed down, and he told him to be afraid. Carefully put people in the arms, look down and confirm that there are still bright eyes in those eyes, and finally finally feel relieved.

Su closed his eyes and raised his hand to hold his heart.

The pain of knife-cutting gradually calmed down, and the last obsession of this body seemed to have been completely exhausted with that blood.

"Not yet."

The eyes reopened, and the cold mang returned to the eyes and decided to meet the regent Wang Hao’s gaze.

Not yet, the last step has not been completed, and the body has not been completely attributed to the dust, and the last value of the life has not been drained.

He took over the body, not to shake it because of his personal feelings. He did not compromise for a moment of softness, and then survived.

"I know what you want to do, you can't do it. For years I have been suppressing the Prince, unless I kill him, or the Emperor will never be able to establish the true imperial power, and will always live in my shadow. Only Killing me, I can completely eliminate the ethos of the dynasty, and sweep away the old deficiencies, so that those who are ready to move back can be called back."

The snow-like cold eyes fell straight into the darkness of the eyes, and the body with injuries and injuries suddenly burst out of the majesty that could not be violated. His hands were more and more forceful, as if to get into the bones, flesh and blood.

"I am so hard to go to this step today, Song Hao, you can't ruin it..."

Hearing the other person’s name clearly, Song’s body trembled, and the hand that was held was suddenly tightened, and the hot heart finally cooled indefinitely.

He has countless reasons to keep Lu Liu, to cleanse him for his crimes, to help him to show the snow, so that everyone understands his pains and sacrifices, but all this, but they can not match the other's words.

When Lu Lu went to this step, it was really painstaking and exhausted.

This is a road that has already set the stage for a long time. If he has to forcefully change it, he will really ask the other party's painstaking plan to be destroyed. At that time, even if Luli lived, it would be meaningless.

The person in front of him has apparently reached the limit, but his eyes are still clinging to him.

"I understand... you can rest assured that I will not intervene again."

Song Yu’s heart sank completely, and there was no more heat in his chest. His tone was still very mild. He suddenly leaned forward and re-entered the man.

"Clear, I never told you that we saw one side in Beijing in the 13 years ago. I still can't forget it."

Hearing his assurance, the light of the hard support in those eyes suddenly flashed, and finally dimmed, so the ice melted away, leaving only the calm and exhausted.

Suddenly, all the warnings were released, and all the support of the support was put down. Lu Li leaned steadily on his shoulder and listened to his words quietly.

The sharpness in the eyes was finally softened, but it also dimmed all the brilliance.

Meeting his quiet eyes, Song Yu smiled softly, gently stroking the pale and delicate eyebrows.

"Since that day, I have been thinking about it. Song Yi has no great ambition since childhood. If this life can be pilgrimage with him, it will not be idle."

His palm is full of sturdy soldiers, and he does not dare to make it too much. He just gently walks over his eyebrows and carefully releases the slight lines in his life.

"Now the pilgrimage has been won, and the wish is enough. Let Song Song send a right-handed journey, is it good?"

The darkness of the eyes is gentle and deep, but the pain in the eyes is hidden.

Su Shi met his gaze, and finally he was relieved for a long time, and he said: "Good..."

Only when I spoke a word, suddenly there was a harsh gold and iron symphony outside the hall.

Yu Linwei screamed loudly, noisy noises, and a rush of footsteps suddenly came from far and near, in the direction of the two.

Su Shi’s eyes were slightly stunned, and the mind that had been relaxed was brought up again, raising his hand and holding down the instinct to be prepared.

The Emperor Regent, who was returning to Beijing to protect his car, was claustrophobic in the partial hall. Once he was seen by outsiders, even if he was not faint, a tyrant who was harsh on the royal family and the bird was afraid to be detained on the head of the little emperor.

"Reassure, if the emperor wants my life, I can't make such a big fan."

The whisper calmed Song Song, and Su Shijing listened to the movement outside, and stood up and gathered.

He knew that he had his own idea. Song Hao slightly decapitated. He only intended to cooperate with each other in any case. He looked at the past without a word, but suddenly saw a apology in those eyes.

Song Yiyi, then was pulled off the couch.

There are still a few steps to take the door to the door, and Su Shi decisively slammed Song Yu and stuffed people into the bed.

"Don't come out when you need it, you have to rush to the right, and you are wronged."