MTL - Let Me Shoulder This Blame!-Chapter 56 a sinister history

Thinking returned to the body, the pain of almost depriving the will gradually faded, and the cold sweat has soaked the clothes.

He still leans on Song's shoulders, and his powerful arms are always guarded behind his back. Through his chest, he can hear the intense heartbeat of the other.

It seems that he always tells him to be scared.

After a stun of a stun, Su Shi raised his gaze and greeted the ink-colored glutinous rice filled with nervous concerns, and gently pulled the lips.

Even such a slight movement seems to have touched the nerves that have been tortured by the pain. Su Shi's body shape is still calm, and the light in the depths of the bottom of the bottom is concealed, but it is still captured by Song Yu.

"It hurts a lot, is it?"

I knew that such a poison would never have no effect. Song Hao carefully took his shoulders and put people on his chest: "How can it be better, will it be better to rest?"

"Will be fine."

Su Shi whispered, and a wave of pain had receded like a tide.

As long as he can control the emotions, there seems to be no problem. Since the knot of the heart has been opened, it seems that there is nothing more to affect his emotions.

Song Hao carefully took him, until his body had completely and completely relaxed, and then looked up again and looked at it, but he chuckled: "It is already cold, I told them to send some serious food." ”

"It doesn't matter, the taste is actually good."

Raised his hand and held Song’s arm. When Su was pulled back to the front of the bowl, he took the wooden chopsticks from his hand.

The last layer of the fence went away, and his mind was completely relaxed.

All the things that have to be done have been done. It seems that I only have to wait for the day when I am enthroned, and then I go to the last one to think that Song Song has survived. It does not seem to be called a task.

Even if this guy didn't add to his troubles, he didn't have to give him a headache. He always took the pot to where he was when he didn't pay attention. He still couldn't protect himself.

The arm behind him moved, and Su Shi raised his gaze and greeted the pair of black cockroaches that were revealing nervousness.

“Is it really bad?”

Lu Li has been sitting with chopsticks for a long while, but it seems to be a gauntlet. Recalling that the other party had eaten two, it suddenly hurts to breathe. The heart of Song Yu’s heart is getting more and more ups and downs, and finally he can’t help but take a chopstick and taste it.

The face is already cold, and the oil star is also floating up. It really does not matter with the delicious.

Discarding the chopsticks and smashing the bowl on the table, Song Hao has already decided to go to the imperial kitchen to help the chef tomorrow.

Looking at the regent of the regent, he suddenly became frustrated, and Su was surprised to raise his eyebrows. He smiled quickly across the fundus and silently opened his eyes.

Song Zhen didn't feel the breath, and put the bright smile in his sight, and his heart suddenly jumped up.

"I, I told them to redo, you wait..."

In a mixed sentence, the Regent, who has always been a stalwart, hastily got up and walked quickly.

There was a soft chuckle behind him, and Song Song’s foot swayed, almost hitting the door, and he did not return to the road to escape.

The candlelight swayed and the room was warm and mellow.

The window has been faintly revealing bright colors, and the long night will also pass.

Song Shouyu struggled to get up on the couch and wobbled to go outside, but was stopped by the doctor and the servant.

The same persuasion is nothing more than the Emperor's dragon body owing to the peace, the need to have a good life will be able to heal, or else afraid of falling down the root cause.

What disease roots, these people simply do not understand.

The feverish body was too weak, and Song Shou was forced to stop the house, but his eyes still clung to the window that gradually lit up.

The snow has stopped.

The snow stopped and the man would leave.

With a sigh of relief, Song’s leg was soft and fell back on the couch.

The last straw was finally torn off, and the black scorpion dimmed and cooled into a piece of iron ash.

Seeing that he finally sat down, the waiters finally breathed a sigh of relief, ran to take a good medicine, and persuaded him to drink.

The medicine was just smashed, and the end was hot in the hand, but Song Zhiyu seemed to be completely ignorant, and took it over and drunk, resting on the couch.

Just about to speak, but suddenly there was an anxious voice outside the door.

"...no, you must meet the emperor."

"It’s just the opposite, the household..."

Household, household.

Song Hao once mentioned with him and told him to go to the Ministry of Housing.

The bottom of the eye flashed through Limang, as if he suddenly found a connection with the person. Song Shou sat up straight and his voice was deep: "Call him in."

The voice of the young man is sick with hoarseness, but still reveals an unquestionable strength. The blocking sound outside the door was finally stopped. After a short pause, a rather embarrassed middle-aged man hurried in and rushed to the Song Dynasty.

"The emperor, there is a madman who has a high skill and broke into the household, but also held the Shangshu adults. Now he is bravely forcing the account, and he is daring to ask Yulin Wei to come out..."

"Checking?"

Song Shouyi slightly frowned, and his heart was inexplicable.

The people nodded again and again, and they still have to say that the figure in front of them has already begun to take off and strode out.

"Being a car, I want to kiss you. If you still want your head, you should listen to it!"

The end of the story has revealed an infinite amount of smothering, and all the people are scared and scared, and then dare not persuade the last sentence, rushing to prepare the scorpion, all the way to the Ministry of the Department.

Yu Linwei’s eyes have been surrounded by the households. Song’s shackles are covered with ink and thick, and since the shackles, they have seen the household officials tremble with the yellowed accounts.

Seeing him enter the door, everyone will kneel down and walk in all the way. The Shangchu Shangshu is sitting in the hall, leaning against the neck of a sharp sword.

Seeing his figure, the young face of the Shangchu Shangshu showed some helpless apologies. The youngster in front of him smiled bitterly: "The court can't be full, please the emperor for forgives..."

Song Shou's eyes were so heavy that he looked up the sword and fell on the black figure.

"What do you want to do?"

Knowing that the people are the lords of the ninth and the fifth, the black people are still unmoved, looking up at him: "The family is owed to the glazed silver, I will come to him. When the person dies, the family will always live. ""

The icy death was silenced by his tone, and everyone was shocked by the shock. The family’s written color suddenly changed and suddenly got up, adding a dazzling blood mark to the neck.

"Emperor! Lu Xianghe"

The word seems to be easy to say, and the book of the Ministry of the House was forced to sit back again by the blade. It was still difficult to conceal the mistake and stunned: "How come? It is only a conviction, it is only a sin..."

When the black man opened his mouth, Song Shouyi was silent, and he stood still in the same place. The whole person seemed to be a cold stone statue.

Behind him, the middle-aged official sneered with a sigh of disgust: "It seems like this is a big sin, a sinful sin"

"shut up!"

The voice of the young man's voice faintly reveals a bit of fierce sharpness. Song Shou screamed and screamed at him, and walked over to the black man, his voice hoarse.

"You tell me, what is the money owed to him by the family? How much is owed?"

The black man overslept indifferently and seemed to be too lazy to talk to him.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, but Song Zhizhen still stared at him, and his eyes almost revealed a vague blood.

I don't know how long it took, the voice of the book is still low: "The emperor, Zuo Xiangfu was left with a book when he was copied. The court read the comparison last night, for five years, the military expenditure of the family department, can be with Zuo Xiangfu. Incorporate the right..."

Song’s handcuffs shook, and his face almost sank into a chilly ice.

"With, have found it!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout outside. A family official held the account book and stepped forward. When he saw the emperor, he stood in the house, stepping in his footsteps and hurriedly slammed down.

"……Say."

Song screamed and snorted, and the voice seemed to come from far away.

The pain spread along the blood, tightly wrapped around his internal organs, as if he would be easily destroyed every moment, but he seems to rely on this pain to stand still here.

"Yes, the emperor, found the wrong place in the account. According to the law of Daxuan, the far-off officials can not use the money of the county, and the silver is issued by the court for the expenses. The account does have this item, but it can be used in the household. Account, but never had this expenditure..."

"Because the Beijing officials are far-flung, most of them are crowded out, and there is no way to ask for it. There is no way to play it, so the household has already listed this item as a dead account."

I thoroughly understood the meaning of the black man. The book of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was whispering and whispering. The voice became more and more hoar: "Chenna was still questioning the right side in the church, and the government used to scrape money in the past few years."

The black man glanced at him, and the sword was slightly removed, and the tone was slightly relieved: "Calculate the account and return the money to the Lu family."

"How can you say what, how can he give this money for us?"

After Song Zhixuan, the middle-aged official turned his head and shook his head in disbelief: "It is clear that he is tainted, and the means are layered out, and we are pushed out of the capital. How can he give this money for us?"

"You called Sun Liang, what did you get to the state?"

His eyes fell on him, and the black man’s eyes showed vagueness: "I knew that today, when the few killers of Zuo Xiangfu were going to cut off the tongues of your two sons, they should be asked to cut them together." ”

Thinking of the past two in the past, the middle-aged official's face became more and more pale, and the cold sweat instantly covered his forehead and squatted back two steps.

The black man took the sword and sheathed it, and looked up at Song Song. He whispered: "Today, I was looking for evidence to save him, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious. But this is good, he is very tired, he must have been long ago. I really want to rest."

Yu Linwei has already taught him his skills. He dare not stop it. Seeing that he only wants to leave and does not want to hurt people, he has to let them go to the sides.

Song Zhizhen stood in the same place, watching his body gradually drift away, and suddenly screamed: "Stop!"

Standing figure, holding the sword and turning to look at him, his eyes have shown faint intolerance.

With a vague undulating chest, Song Shouqi hurriedly took a few steps forward, and the voice hoarse down: "In the palace... are you taking the opportunity?"

"Yes."

The black man does not deny that he nodded calmly.

In the eyes, there was a fierce blood color, and Song’s fists were so tight that he almost vented a vague shudder when he spoke: "You don't want him to die, why should you give him the opportunity, why not replace the medicine..."

"It is you who wants him to die, but you come to ask me?"

Leaving blood and cold eyebrows, the eyes are already intolerant: "He dared to hold the sword to force his life and death, only two people have the final say, one is him, one is you, I thought you should understand it early."

When the figure was struck by lightning, Song Zhizhan stood in the same place, his eyes were almost empty, and he watched the figure and decided to leave.

He never dared to think about it.

Lu Li dare to hold the sword and the palace, dare to hand the edge of the chaise, how can he not go to the Prince's Palace, and slash the roots.

Why do you want him to survive, why should he be in the throne, and why give him a chance to fight back.

The rumors that I heard in those few days slammed into my heart. He always thought that it was just a rumor. He always believed that his father could never make a ridiculous act of abolishing the prince because he loved a blind man.

On the day of Lu Li, why did you break into the palace?

The man protected the army of the expedition and protected the courtiers of the blasphemy. All this is not known. Then, has he still been silent and protected anything else, just like his own life?

The body is infinitely cold, and no longer feels the slightest existence, even the pain seems to be lost to nothingness.

The heartbeat sounded like a drum, and the thunder rumbled in the ear. Song Zhi looked at his hands and his chest was slightly ups and downs.

What have you done yourself, why didn't you think about these things early, why you can ignore such obvious doubts, and stubbornly believe only what you see in front of you...

Juvenile emperor looks cold and his body shape is still sharp. In the darkness of the cold pool, he hides the fragile fear of being broken.

"emperor……"

After the family’s book was born, he couldn’t bear it. He sighed and reached out to help him.

Lee arrow broke open, suddenly rubbed his arm across the tree, squatting on the wooden beam, the tail is still tremble.

"Assassin, fast protect the emperor!"

The last batch of assassins had no way to make it clear. Yu Linwei was in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, he was smashed by the masked assassin. Song Shouyi still stood in the empty hall.

The sword has no eyes, and there have been more than a dozen people in the house, but the assassins originally had a clear goal.

Yu Linwei struggled to resist, but still gradually did not support, Lee arrow slammed into the hall with a burst of air. Song Zhishou was also rubbed by the arrow on his shoulders, and his eyes were bleeding.

"The emperor, hurry!"

The account of Shang Hu, regardless of the burning pain in his arms, wanted to pull him, but he was shot through his shoulder by an arrow, his body slammed into the corner of the table, unable to soften.

Yulin Wei rushed over and pulled him to avoid the flow. Song Zhimu was dragged to hide in the partial compartment, indicating that they were going to save the family's book, but their eyes were still empty.

There used to be a figure in front of him.

That figure is actually not tall, but also very thin. The young man who is squatting has already caught up with his head. If it is time, then it may be faintly pressed by half an inch.

That day he stood in front of the van, and all the smashing machines that had been overwhelming were blocked by the figure, and he was firmly guarded behind him, even refused to let him touch even the slightest.

Black and white is reversed, good and evil are vague, he used to live under a perfect shelter.

Now, he personally broke that layer of shelter.

No one will regard him as a child anymore, and no one will stand in front of him again, and he will be firmly guarded in an unquestionable manner.

But he can't just die here.

This is the life of a sin that has been irreparable. This life is no longer his own. He can only do what Luli wants him to do, so that he can be satisfied that day.

The stiff hand grasped the cold hilt, the chest was fiercely undulating, and the pain whistled, rushing to the front of his eyes.

Suddenly, a new shouting sound was heard from the window.

The tall figure rushed into the hall and looked anxiously at the young man who should have been in the house.

Song Zhifu's body trembled, and suddenly he got up quickly and ran towards him, his eyes faintly hot, and his throat had a hard-to-hold whimper.

Seeing him without any hindrance, Song Yu was relieved, slightly decapitated, and turned his head back to the people behind him.

Originally, I only heard that there were people in the household department, and they didn’t feel relieved to see it. Who knows that they have caught up with the new round of assassins.

The Wangfu’s pro-military was rushed over and the situation was calmed down. Su Shi did not care about the little emperor, still urging him to come in.

"Uncle Huang..."

Already there was only the only elder in front of him. The strong sorrow and horror called Song Shouyi couldn’t stand still. He rushed to him and almost squatted down. Song’s gaze suddenly became tight: “Be careful!”

The target of the cold light is shot, and it is necessary to penetrate the body of Song.

The power of this arrow is much more than before. Everyone can't even respond. Song Yi has already recognized the origin of the archery.

It was exactly the same as the last time. The last shot was the shooting hand of the Xiongnu.

It’s too late to pull the knife. Song Song’s teeth are swaying, and he’s going to rush to the Song for Song. The sword on the side of Song’s body is out of the sheath.

The person who always follows him, I don’t know when it’s already a step ahead, and the backhand pulls out the sword that has always been used only for decoration, and slams the wind to the one.

The arrow was not half a step away from Song. The long sword slammed into the ground and made a harsh, sharp sound.

The archer can only shoot one arrow and then expose the position. The Wangfu’s pro-inspector has taken the man down and detained him on the ground.

The arrow on the road is too strong, Su Shi's arm is completely numb, almost can not hold the sword, barely calm down the chest and blood, low head and put the sword into the Song Shou side, it is necessary to return to Song Yu.

The ancient world allowed the use of Yi Rongshu. When he went out, he changed his description, but he still didn't plan to go around in front of the little emperor and go around until the other person recognized himself.

"and many more!"

Song Shouyi suddenly opened his mouth and grabbed his arm.

Su Shi had an injury on his shoulder. He was so dragged by him that he couldn’t help but take a nap and took a deep breath and looked up calmly.

Looking at the completely strange face in front of him, Song was stubborn and stunned, and his eyes finally blew completely.

What exactly is he looking forward to...

"The emperor, this is the guardian of the court, and he is anxious and offensive, and asks the emperor to forgive."

It is obviously not good to see the other party's status. Song Yu quickly opened his mouth and was trying to find a reason to leave. Song Shouyi has already lowered his eyes and whispered: "Imperial uncle, what is the name?"

The two originally planned to go out and have no name at all. Song Yi had to hang his heart and open his mouth: "... Song Ren."

"Song Ren escorts the merits, and deserves to be rewarded. If the Emperor is willing to give up, can he give him a princely guard?"

The imperial guard is a four-product official, and it is not the same as the non-professional guard. If Song Yu’s direct refusal is inevitable, he will inevitably lead to doubts in life. During the entanglement, Su Shi has already whispered: “The grass people thank the emperor for grace. However, the grass people have no heart, and they are not willing to be trapped in the palace. They only want to clothe food, but also the emperor. Take back the gift."

"Yes, you don't like the palace."

Song Shou's eyes flashed slightly, looked up at him, his tone still looked very calm, but his voice gradually weakened: "Whenever you do, you will follow the emperor. You will be rewarded with gold and silver, and you will be safe and sorrowful... ”

The voice is getting lower and finally completely silent.

Su Shixin felt a little, and his eyebrows looked up slightly. The young man had turned and walked outwards. It was clearly the tall and straight figure of the young man, but he had vaguely revealed the old drooping color.

Song Shouyi walked out, and every step of the way, the chest's suffocation would be a strong point.

Chaotang Palace, a lonely family.

In the throat, the inexplicable **** suffocating, he instinctively coughed twice, and raised his hand in a subconscious way, it was a dazzling bright red.

The people beside them were horrified, and there were countless chills in their ears. The body fell weakly, and Song Shouyi was helped by many hands. He looked up and looked at the crowd, but he could not find the familiar face.

The chest was infinitely cold, and his eyes gradually went black. His wrist was suddenly held firmly by one hand.

The hand was cool, but the strength was very stable. When he probed his veins, he whispered: "Open your mouth."

The familiar voice called his heart suddenly to give an unbelievable surprise. Song Zhiqi suddenly breathed, struggling to see who is next to him, but he couldn’t see clearly anyway, wanted to stop him, but his mouth was stuffed. A Dan Pill that reveals the scent of the scorpion. 2k novel reading network