[Quick Pass] Perfect Raiders

Xiao Ziyan didn't live to be a hundred years old, and he closed his eyes in his eighties. Wei Xun also stopped breathing while hugging the fat old man he had raised by himself.

[Strategy completed, evaluation: S-level]

【Reward: 1000 points】

"Are points useful?" Wei Xun asked tentatively.

"Not yet."

"What is the male lead strategy system for?"

"I'm an immature system. I don't know anything. Just work." The system said coldly and cut off the connection.

Wei Xun didn't quite understand what he heard, so if he came, he would settle down and just adapt to the situation.

[Strategy object: Song Jin's difficulty of strategy: [-] stars]

Wei Xun couldn't open his eyes, it was terribly cold, like being buried in an ice cave without clothes, every inch of bone was radiating chill, and there was pain like biting insects all over his body, Wei Xun curled up into a He was lumpy, his nails dug into his flesh, and his loose robe was soaked in sweat, making him look even more emaciated and pitiful.

Wei Xun didn't have the energy to think about other things. In order not to let his mind collapse, he emptied his mind and recited the Diamond Sutra in a loop.

Song Jin looked down at Wei Xun who was silent on the dragon bed indifferently, surrounded by a circle of imperial physicians kneeling.

"This time, it's stronger than usual."

"Keep Your Majesty's dragon body."

"Respect the official order of the factory." The imperial physicians kowtowed in unison, each filling in a prescription.In the end, Song Jin took a bowl of black and red sticky soup with a bloody smell and forced it into Wei Xun's stomach.

The coldness slowly wriggling from the bone marrow collided with the intense burning of the flesh and blood, as if sparks were about to burst out in the body, and the pain swept across the whole body.

Wei Xun recited from the Diamond Sutra to the Heart Sutra, and then recited the Three-Character Sutra, with a hundred surnames. In the end, he didn't know what he was reading in his mind. All his thoughts became blurred, and the pain receded like a tide.What followed was that all the strength in the body was withdrawn, as if the soul had also floated out of the body.

Song Jin soaked the handkerchief in warm water, wrung it dry, and carefully wiped Wei Xun's face, palms, and neck.Usually the little emperor would scream, but this time it was very different.

"Your Majesty is out of danger this time, you just need to be warmed up." The head of the Imperial Hospital ordered.

"The Governor will take good care of His Majesty."

Wei Xun slept soundly, and when he woke up, his eyes were pierced by a blinding light.A pair of cold hands caressed his eyes, and after Wei Xun got used to the sunlight, he slowly let go.

The person in front of him was wearing a black official uniform, the dark patterns reflected a soft brilliance under the light, but he couldn't tell what the shape was if he looked carefully, the black color was like deep jade, and the hand that was too late to withdraw was like delicate white porcelain.The neckline and cuffs are surrounded by golden cloud patterns, which add some softness to the majesty, and the facial features are clean and dusty under the light, as if they are about to fly away. This is the first time Wei Xun has seen someone so similar to his disguise... He has also left before. With this style, he looks like an exiled immortal every day, but after holding back for a long time, he has a bad temper, and only his appearance can bluff people.

"Song Jin?" Wei Xun asked.

"In the past, Your Majesty always called Uncle Jin." Song Jin knelt beside the bed, her expression was as usual, and when she stared at a person, she was addicted.

"Then I won't call you Uncle Jin in the future." Wei Xun analyzed the amount of information in Song Jin's words and compared it with the memory in his mind, feeling very headache for a while.Now I have finally become the emperor... but my health is not good, Song Jin is not very friendly, and the prospects seem to be not very good.

Wei Xun tried to get up...I always felt that I was not clean, maybe because I sweated a lot before.Although someone helped to clean it up, Wei Xun was still not feeling well.

Overestimating his physical strength, Wei Xun struggled and couldn't get up.

"Does Your Majesty want to eat?" Song Jin looked at Wei Xun and asked respectfully.

"No, I want to take a bath."

"No." Song Jin lowered her eyes, and there was some surprise in her eyes.Today... the little emperor is very different, but this person is undoubtedly the little emperor.

"Offended."

Song Jin picked up Wei Xun, walked to the hot spring palace in the back hall, and took off his clothes for him. After Wei Xun entered the hot spring, Song Jin began to massage him, very carefully and meticulously, without any hint of intimacy.

Wei Xun was also served with peace of mind. The death row prisoner still had a meal before his execution. Now that he is far away from his death, he should eat and drink well every meal, enjoy it more, and leave no regrets. Besides, Song Jin is very good at serving people. , at first glance, he looks like a battle-tested person.

After Wei Xun was pressed into a drowsy state, he was washed clean by Song Jin, taking care of every strand of his hair.Song Jin picked him up, dressed him, and tied his cloak.

As soon as he got out of the hot spring palace, Wei Xun instinctively shivered when he was blown by the cold wind, and hugged Song Jin even tighter.

Song Jin froze for a moment, a little unnaturally, and continued to walk, with some sarcasm in her eyes.

Usually, the little emperor regarded himself as a scourge. When he was touched by him, it was like being stung by a poisonous snake, insects and scorpions. very……

Have you come up with any new moves to deal with yourself now?

Of course Wei Xun didn't think about it that much, his mind was all about eating, and he didn't know how long he had been hungry. He was under the sight of the little emperor, and he couldn't even get his pulse secretly, and he didn't know how bad his body was.

A group of court ladies arranged the meals quietly and orderly. Every dish smelled like medicine, and the soup also smelled like Chinese medicine.Song Jin sat down opposite Wei Xun in an orderly manner, having pricked every dish with a silver needle, and after taking another sip, stepped aside.

Wei Xun picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with them casually. There was not a bowl of meat and vegetables, and he had no desire to use chopsticks at all.

Think about the golden crispy meat, fragrant braised pork, crystal pork knuckle, I want to eat it very much, but my stomach reflexes to vomit sour water.

"Take it down." Wei Xun dropped his chopsticks, not very happy.

"But it's not to His Majesty's taste, I'll let someone else do it." Song Jin said humbly with a force that cannot be ignored.

"A bowl of porridge, don't make it sweet, and don't add medicinal ingredients." Wei Xun was more or less concerned about his own body, and didn't want to die before he was ready.

"No." Song Jingong withdrew, probably to explain to his servants.

When Wei Xun got a cup of tea, he found that it was also fragrant with medicine, so he frowned and took a sip.

It is warm and nourishing, and the taste is good, but it is slightly bitter after swallowing.

Wei Xun vomited it out again. After being good at medicine, he seldom imports other abnormal things.

The wide sleeves hang down, covering the right hand resting on the pulse of the left hand.

The pulse was in a mess, faint and inaudible, but there was another strong force from outside stimulating this exhausted body to keep it running on the surface. As long as this strong force was pulled out, there would be no way to recover immediately, and one would die.

This is not good...

Wei Xun has diagnosed and treated many people, but none of them have encountered the current situation.

Moreover, the memory of the original body is incomplete, and many things are very vague, so it is impossible to prescribe the right medicine.

Song Jin stood at the door, looking at the well-behaved young man with dark and deep eyes.

Wei Xun was pale and thin, he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, his blood was drained, and he was very weak, like a piece of old fine porcelain, one wondered if he could be broken with a single punch.

"Your Majesty, the porridge will have to wait for a while, why don't you go and rest first?" Song Jin swayed the little emperor's whereabouts without leaving a trace, and no one showed any strange expressions. Either Song Jin was extremely powerful and could influence the little emperor's behavior Either Song Jin is very familiar with the little emperor's movements and can tell what the little emperor thinks, or both.

"No, the sun is just right outside, and I want to go for a walk." Wei Xun decisively rejected Song Jin, and being watched by his cold eyes, he said confidently, "Song Jin, take me there."

Song Jin hugged Wei Xun respectfully, with a humble gesture.

"Your Majesty, today is different from the past."

Wei Xun was still wearing his cloak, and couldn't see the way clearly as Song Jin walked.But it's ridiculous for a 15-year-old boy to be hugged when he travels. Song Jin heard him chuckle with inexplicable happiness.

Hell in the daytime? ? ?

The little emperor, who was so frightened and aggrieved every day, could actually smile so happily.Although Song Jin was very concerned about the causes of the little emperor's physical condition, one of the most important reasons was that the little emperor was depressed and worried.