Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

[System 112: It turns out that’s why you endured your anger for three days, thank you for your hard work tt]

[Yun Chen:...] I didn’t swallow my anger anymore, I just swallowed something else.

[System 112: I admit what you said before, you are the most dedicated host, I treat you to a duck neck! ]

[Yun Chen:! ]

[Yun Chen: Yes, thank you for your hard work. Gah, gah, gah, gah. ]

At this moment, there is no chaos in Kaifeng City, and Lin Shangshu is still alive, so the plot cannot continue for the time being.

But with the ninety-point strategy in hand, Yun Chen can basically do whatever he wants as long as it doesn't involve important matters of family and country.

Facts have proved that the little host only looks innocent and cute, but he still has a strong desire for revenge.

He was made ill by Song Chengbi, but it was not that serious. However, Yun Chen clamored for System 112 to burn the fire stick for him, and he forced himself to burn it for three days and nights.

It was almost smoking, and Yun Chen kept yelling that it wasn't hot enough.

System 112 could only patiently explain to him that humans are not water and cannot be heated to [-] degrees...

Yun Chen was too seriously ill, and Song Chengbi did not dare to easily carry him into the carriage.

Of course, he didn't dare to leave him and postponed his return to Yincheng for the first time.

He personally served Yun Chen, taking care of him for three full days before his fever subsided, and the tired cyan color was faintly visible in his eyes.

But when the young man opened his eyes and saw him, his body was shaking like a panic attack, his chest heaved and he gasped quickly, as if he was going to faint in the next second.

Memories are like a knife full of fine teeth, cutting open Song Chengbi's heart.He recalled that in his rage, he threw the boy into a barrel and almost drowned him.

The well-dressed young master was shrouded in a huge shadow. When he saw Song Chengbi, he felt as if he had been thrown into the barrel again. Every time he tried to climb out, he would be pushed back...

Song Chengbi had no choice but to leave and let Liuying take care of him.

Liuying helped him lie down and repeatedly told him that the prince was not here, so Yun Chen stopped shaking so much.

Song Chengbi outside the house saw everything, and his heart was bleeding.

The next day, a small-scale mutiny broke out in the border barracks, and he had to return.

But Song Chengbi had not rested for many days, and was exhausted mentally and physically. His arm was penetrated by the tip of the gun, and he bled a lot.

When the traitor was caught, Song Chengbi sent his deputy Chen Fanghu to interrogate him and returned to the camp to treat his wounds.

The poison was quenched at the tip of the gun, and after the military doctor bandaged it, he advised him not to rush around in a hurry, but Song Chengbi wouldn't listen at all.

By the time we returned to Yicheng Inn, it was already late at night.

Song Chengbi walked up the corridor full of energy, staggered, and was supported by Liu Ying: "Your Majesty."

"The king is fine."

Song Chengbi took off his cloak: "How is he? Did he shout or eat?"

Liu Ying: "The princess was shaking a little when she woke up, but...but she'll be fine after a while. She didn't eat much and her appetite was bad."

Song Chengbi nodded, "Yes."

He gently opened the door and entered the room. The moonlight shone in through the window and shone on the young man's sleeping face.

Yun Chen slept extremely quietly, with his eyebrows stretched and the side of his face pressed against the pillow.

Song Chengbi was afraid of disturbing him, so he kept his breath as low as possible, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and traced the boy's facial features with his fingers in the air.

Yun Chen smelled blood in his dream and suddenly opened his eyes.

When those light-colored eyes looked at him, Song Chengbi immediately panicked and turned to leave.

But Yun Chen didn't give him time to react. He screamed and crawled to the ground to escape under the bed. His tears fell one by one uncontrollably: "Don't, don't..."

"Lin Yunchen!"

Song Chengbi was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he quickly hugged him into his arms: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to you, don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again..."

But being hugged by Song Chengbi was obviously a more terrifying thing, and Yun Chen froze suddenly.

His chest was stagnant, as if he had fallen into the water, and the color on his face faded.

Song Chengbi realized something was wrong: "Breathe in! Yun Chen, breathe in!"

But Yun Chen couldn't do it, and his face became increasingly pale, like a corpse.

Song Chengbi patted him on the back, but to no avail. He could only pinch the back of his neck and watched as he fell limply in his arms, his chest also collapsed.

Song Chengbi bent down and took several breaths to get in, before the young man slowly returned to normal.

It was he who personally turned the boy into this state...

He used his pride, arrogance, and prejudice to plant the seeds of pain with his own hands, and now he tastes the bitter fruit.

Yun Chen.

When will you get better?

Please give me a chance, listen to what I have to say, and let me say I'm sorry in person...

The next morning.

Yun Chen was about to wake up, but he felt himself being helped up and given a bowl of hot and bitter soup.

He struggled twice and raised his hand to push away Kunbulaji's medicine bowl.

I couldn't push the medicine bowl open, and it all went down my throat.

Darkness came, and Yun Chen waved his hand slightly, trying to catch the faint light in front of him.

But soon, his consciousness returned to chaos bit by bit, and in the end he caught nothing. His hand dropped and was caught by Song Chengbi, who gently held him in his arms.

Song Chengbi touched his eyelashes with his fingers.

He lowered his head and looked at the young man's sleeping face seriously. After a long time, he got up, carefully helped him change his clothes, wrapped him in a thick cloak, and carried the sleeping man into the carriage.

The carriage was covered with soft cushions.

The stove placed next to Yun Chen was burning precious animal gold charcoal. It was warm and had no pungent smell. Instead, it was the faint fragrance of the snow pressing on the pine branches.

This silence is so beautiful.

Song Chengbi closed his eyes, deceiving himself and enjoying the tranquility of the moment. He deceived himself that the boy had just fallen asleep and would be nestling in his arms when he woke up, smiling at him and talking to him.

But this fantasy didn't last long, and suddenly I heard the person in my arms coughing.

He immediately tightened his arms and lowered his head nervously.

The person did not wake up, but the carriage bumped and he coughed unconsciously.

Just when Song Chengbi was about to breathe a sigh of relief and continue to deceive himself and close his eyes, he saw a little thick black concoction spilling out of the corner of Yun Chen's mouth.

Song Chengbi immediately helped him wipe it off, but even after wiping it off, it still leaked out. After several times, he collapsed.

His heart was grasped by a big invisible hand, and then it was violently and bloodyly torn out of his chest.

Song Chengbi's trembling voice sounded like he was crying: "Yun Chen, don't do this."

"If you hate me, hit me, scold me, or kill me."

"Stop torturing me like this."

[Ding, Song Chengbi’s strategy value is +2, the current strategy value is 92]