The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Weiyang Song (45)

After helping Shu Le tidy up, Gu Rong took a look at Song Rushuang, and walked out first.

Song Rushuang stopped in place for two seconds, then turned to look at Shu Le again.

It's just that Shu Le has closed his eyes and looks like he has fallen asleep.

Song Rushuang had no choice but to follow Gu Rong out.

The huge marshal's mansion was empty and there was no human voice, and the soft beige carpet made the footsteps very quiet.

Song Rushuang walked down the stairs and immediately saw Gu Rong standing next to the sofa in the hall.

Gu Rong seemed to come back in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to take off his standard military uniform.

It looks tall and straight, and it does wear such an indescribable sense of heaviness as many fans have said.

Especially since Shu Le left, this heaviness has become more and more gloomy.

At some point in the side hall, an intelligent service robot came and stopped beside Song Rushuang, and then a very flat voice came out: "Doctor Song, what do you want to drink?"

Song Rushuang glanced at the robot helplessly: "Longyin, can the robot that you hacked into the system still work normally?"

Longyin immediately said decisively and loudly: "Of course, Longyin is great!"

Song Rushuang: "..."

Gu Rong suddenly thought of something, turned back from the window, and looked at Longyin coldly.

Longyin immediately turned into a dog, silently put the coffee on the table, and ran away quickly.

In the interstellar era when food resources are relatively scarce, the production of coffee is naturally even rarer.

However, Shule's exquisite tongue likes coffee very much, and he is also extremely picky. He doesn't like to drink light and heavy flavors.

Song Rushuang's eyes couldn't help but stay on the coffee in front of him for a few seconds, and he remembered the time when Shu Le once threw the cup at Gu Rong because the coffee didn't suit his taste.

I have to say that Shu Le was too brave at that time because he was young.

Also too memorable.

Later on, when Gu Rong finally learned how to brew coffee that was completely in line with Shu Le's taste.

He could no longer wait for that person.

The coffee in front of him was still steaming.

The white mist rises in the air, and gradually disappears completely.

What Gu Rong was about to say just now didn't seem to have the intention to speak immediately. Instead, he walked over and motioned to Song Rushuang for a coffee cup: "Refresh."

Song Rushuang didn't know for a while whether it was a short circuit in the brain or an unbearable thought, so she subconsciously said, "Or his favorite brewing method?"

The word "he" is too vague.

It's too much for words.

Even Gu Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then paused after a while: "Well, it's his taste."

The white bone china mug is carved and embroidered with extremely fine lines.

Paired with the exquisite small plate below, it becomes more and more evident the intention of the producer behind this cup of coffee.

Even reproduced this intention, implanted the mechanical program, and became an incidental step of binding the optical brain.

Song Rushuang sat down in front of the small table and took the coffee cup from the table.

The coffee in the cup is warm, as if it was the same temperature as it was a few years ago.

Song Rushuang said: "Gu Shuai, did you teach Longyin this brewing method?"

Gu Rong seemed to like the taste of this coffee very much. After taking several sips in a row, he put the porcelain cup back on the table and admitted what he said just now: "Of course, that kid doesn't work hard. Wait for him Go make coffee..."

Song Rushuang heard Gu Rong laugh slightly.

Very low and sinking.

But it is full of affection that can't even be suppressed.

The warm temperature in the cup instantly scalded your hands.

Song Rushuang shivered from being burned, and said softly with trembling lips: "But Longyin... was actually prepared by Shu Le back then, right?"

"That's why Longyin's personality is so similar to him, right?"

no answer.

But in just an instant, Gu Rong's expression turned cold.

Song Rushuang was even taken aback by the sudden killing intent in his eyes.

But the next second.

Gu Rong changed the subject, and asked as if nothing happened just now: "You just went up to see him, how is his body?"

This is a matter of course from Gu Rong's refusal to answer.

As the marshal of the Imperial Eagle, of course he can choose topics he doesn't want to answer.

And the questioner should also have self-knowledge and don't ask questions.

Song Rushuang had no choice but to follow Gu Rong to swallow the topic just now.

He thought for a few seconds, seemed to adjust his wording, then looked at Gu Rong again and said, "Gu Shuai, you should also know that Shu Le's health is not good. Why bother to ask me?"

Gu Rong collected his expression: "I just want to confirm with you how bad the situation is."

Song Rushuang rarely saw Gu Rong sitting upright like this.

He froze for a moment, and asked, "Apart from fainting today, does Shu Le have any other symptoms?"

Gu Rong acted as if he didn't even have any memories, and he opened his mouth proficiently and said: "After I picked him up from Guan Jinxiu, whether it is the physical state, the performance of the heart, spleen and lungs, and other pathological manifestations of the individual, it is showing He's in a very bad state right now."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued, "But I don't feel relieved if it's someone else, so I can only ask you to come and have a look."

After all, Shu Le's identity is a secret throughout the empire.

And as long as it is a secret, I am afraid to see the sun.

Song Rushuang did not deny what Gu Rong said just now, and he also discovered these problems during the inspection process just now.

Even as time dragged on, it became more serious than what Gu Rong said.

Song Rushuang thought of his own diagnosis just now, and Shu Le who was still lying on the bed, and hesitated for a while.

He opened his mouth, then closed it quickly, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and then slowly said: "Gu Shuai, I know what you are worried about... But I am very sorry, other than being able to maintain his current state, I will temporarily I haven't thought of a better way."

Gu Rong was taken aback, as if he couldn't believe that he would get such an answer: "You can't do anything?"

Song Rushuang lowered her tone: "If it is true that she is ill, then the current medical equipment on Capital Planet can indeed guarantee that Shu Le is completely safe."

"But it's not like that."

Song Rushuang's eyes were faintly dazed, he was silent for a few seconds, and then said, "His current condition - the functions of various organs are declining, which is completely inconsistent with his current age."

"Or it's not accurate to say that it doesn't match. To be more accurate, it should be that the degree of use of his current organs far exceeds his current normal range."

Song Rushuang seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and interjected, "Gu Shuai, is the r-9 galaxy really desolate?"

Gu Rong looked over from the position facing the window: "It's very desolate."

"When I landed there after the first jump, I couldn't even imagine how Shule lived there."

This was the first time Song Rushuang heard Gu Rong speak in this tone.

A sense of pain that was as painful as a blunt knife cutting flesh was transmitted from his body, and gradually permeated every trace of the air.

The conversation between the two stopped for a while.

Until Gu Rong opened his mouth again: "According to your medical profession, if Shu Le's body can't be recovered, then his mental power can't be recovered either, right?"

Song Rushuang wondered if Gu Rong answered his first question from the side.

But he couldn't take the initiative to ask again, so he nodded and answered: "Under normal circumstances, even an excessive decline in ordinary physical fitness will lead to a weakening of mental strength."

Song Rushuang thought for a while, and used a more concise statement as possible: "Master Marshal, mental strength is a gift from God to the gifted, not a necessity."

But Shu Le has already lost this precious gift.

Gu Rong turned his back to Song Rushuang, so he couldn't see the expression of the Marshal who used to be aloof.

It's just that the tall and straight figure was visibly stiff, as if it had been hammered from head to toe, almost shaking a little.

After another long time, Gu Rong asked another question: "If there is no mental power, is it possible to control the mech?"

This time, Song Rushuang gave an answer without even thinking about it: "Gu Shuai, if your question is still about Shu Le—the reason why Shu Le can assemble and control the SSS-level mecha with A-level mental power , because of the special nature of his spiritual power."

Now the mental power is gone.

That special will also disappear.

Gu Rong took a deep breath, turned around and walked back, and said to Song Rushuang pointingly: "All the things I asked you just now, I can't tell him a single word."

Song Rushuang thought of Shu Le's current appearance, and naturally couldn't bear to let Shu Le worry about it anymore, so she agreed to Gu Rong very readily.

He drank the coffee on the table in one gulp. Thinking about it carefully, this was the first time he had tasted Gu Rong's craftsmanship.

Although it is a copy.

But it's really distinctive.

Song Rushuang pointed to the kitchen: "I prepared medicine for Shu Le, remember to tell him to take it on time. Although it won't heal, at least it won't continue to deteriorate."

Gu Rong sat on the opposite side of the table with a serious face, the warm coffee that was just served had gradually lost its temperature, and a layer of white milk froth appeared.

Song Rushuang felt Gu Rong's silent order to chase away guests in this silence, and he stood up wisely: "It's getting late today, I'll go back first. I'll come back after Shule takes medicine for a week."

Gu Rong didn't intend to stop him at all, but nodded indifferently.

But when Song Rushuang was about to go out, he heard Gu Rong's voice behind him: "Rushuang, I know what Shu Le secretly said to you."

Song Rushuang was startled for a moment.

Reason is always slower than consciousness, and when his eyes wandered to meet Gu Rong's gaze, his whole body trembled slightly.

Gu Rong looked very calm, and even took a sip from the coffee on the table.

"The last one was An Yan, this one is you."

He put down the coffee cup slowly, "But Shule is mine, and it belongs to me alone."