Glory to the ancestors

"The little emperor is holding onto your weakness." Yang Jin sat on Rong Zhen's bed with one leg crossed, a little worried, "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?" Rong Zhen pressed the knuckles of his index finger between his eyebrows, "If he scares me with sweet-scented osmanthus, I really have nothing to do."

Li Xiao looked at the two of them, "Actually, I have had this question for a long time, why do you all care so much about such a young man?"

"Osmanthus osmanthus is not an ordinary servant." Yang Jin glanced at him, "We grew up, so it's not too much to say that we are brothers."

Li Xiao raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand this kind of brotherhood. The brothers of the Li family had been at odds since the earliest generation, otherwise how could there be a Pingnan Palace.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back to Beijing." Rong Zhen felt a sudden pain in his temple, which made him not want to think too much.

"The osmanthus is not here, who will take care of you?" Yang Jin asked again.

"It's not your turn." Li Xiao snorted and walked out of Rong Zhen's camp.

Yang Jin rolled her eyes, "Forget it, just be quiet." He patted Rong Zhen on the shoulder and followed Li Xiao.

Rong Zhen crouched down, exhaled weakly, just closed his eyes and was dazed for a while, when he looked up, a letter appeared on the table.

Who sent this?

Rong Zhen opened the letter, but it was written by Chu Xi.

That must be the person who replaced Yun Cang in the Shadow Guard. This person is good at skills, but he is not bad.

Chu Xi didn't write anything in this letter, but just explained some trivial things.

Rong Zhen was a little concerned about one thing. Chu Xi said that Rong Gan disappeared from the mountain for a few days, and then reappeared. It seemed that he lost his way while hunting.

Although Rong Gan was fine, the timing always made people feel a little coincidental, especially when it was mentioned later that Jiang Yuhan had returned to the mansion from her natal home.

It's not that Rong Zhen thinks too much, Jiang Yuzan is not a broad-minded woman, her sharpness will really kill a person.

But Rongzhen was really weak, and he didn't have the strength to think about it, so he got into the quilt and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and when he thought about leaving the camp tomorrow, Rong Zhen sighed, dragged his heavy body and sat up from the bed.

He stretched his arms and had to pack his things.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the open curtain of the tent, causing Rong Zhen to shiver.

At the same time, what made his heart tremble was the sweet-scented osmanthus brought along with the wind.

Mu Xi looked at him, pursed her lips, and gestured with her hands, "I'll help you pack your luggage."

"That's just right," Rong Zhen's eyes slightly bent, "I'm just worried."

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded, walked into the tent, took a small stool, sat next to Rong Zhen, and helped Rong Zhen feel his pulse.

It seems that nothing happened.

Osmanthus osmanthus finally felt relieved, and when he saw Li Yun fell asleep, he ran back quickly. He was really worried that Rong Zhen's illness would relapse, and he was worried that he would not be taken care of, so he was very nervous.

Rong Zhen lowered his head, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "Don't worry."

To be honest, Rong Zhen got tired of hearing the words "don't worry about osmanthus", but this kind of thing is not something he said he wouldn't worry about.

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her head and met Rong Zhen's eyes. The tacit understanding between the two of them has long since required no words.

He slid his hand from Rong Zhen's wrist to his palm, and pressed it.

Rong Zhen closed his eyes for a moment, couldn't help it, raised his hand, pushed the chin of the sweet-scented osmanthus with the back of his hand, and slowly sank his head.

……

The hot porridge in Yang Jin's hand spilled all over his body, causing him to jump up and down, "Oh..."

"Why do you..." Li Xiao followed behind him,

"You can't even hold the bowl?" Li Xiao looked at the scene in front of him, and took a step back. Didn't you mean the brothers who have grown up since childhood, what do brothers do?

Grinning her teeth, Yang Jin squatted down and picked up the broken tiles, "Shut up, do me a favor, osmanthus, I don't need you..."

Rong Zhen sat on the bed, looked at Yang Jin's exaggerated expression, and exhaled, "Osmanthus osmanthus, don't worry about it, the emperor doesn't know what else is going on, go back first."

Osmanthus osmanthus carefully held the porcelain in her hand, nodded towards Yang Jin, and pointed to Yang Jin's hand with the other finger, telling him not to be scratched.

"Understood," Yang Jin didn't raise her head, her voice muffled.

Seeing that the sweet-scented osmanthus was gone, Li Xiao felt that staying here was not a problem, so he went out as well.

Yang Jin put away all the tiles, "I'll get you another bowl."

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Okay," Yang Jin stood by the door at a loss, and smiled awkwardly, "Why do you look uglier than me? I didn't mean it."

"Yang Jin,"

"Needless to say!" Yang Jin interrupted Rongzhen, "I will know one day."

"..."

"Do you want me to pack your luggage for you?" Yang Jin cheered up.

"No, I can do it myself."

Yang Jin hissed, "Then I'll go first."

Yang Jin got out of Rong Zhen's camp, walked forward, and tightly held the broken porcelain in his hand, blood dripped from the palm of his hand.

Not enough pain, still not enough pain.

"You're crazy!" Li Xiao grabbed Yang Jin's wrist with all his strength, forcing him to spread his hand, and pulled out the tiles one by one, "You are amazing, why don't you cut your neck like this. "

"Let's go back to the south."

Li Xiao responded, and dragged Yang Jin to his tent. He didn't want the people who came and went to laugh at him, "Of course I have to go back. If you stay any longer, if you don't torture yourself, you'll have to torture me."

Li Xiao's camp was bigger than Rongzhen's. He had been on the battlefield, and the furnishings inside were extremely simple, except for knives and guns, there were basically no useless things.

"That's good. The prey didn't hit anything, but everyone was injured." Li Xiao and Yang Jin sat side by side on their own bed, bandaging Yang Jin while muttering.

Yang Jin had no expression on her face, and it was rare for her to listen to Li Xiao honestly without retorting, "Only three people know that I like Rong Zhen."

"Ok?"

"You, Li Huan and Rong Zhen." Yang Jin looked at Li Xiao, "The first time I told Li Huan he slapped me directly."

Li Xiao didn't look up, and the movements in his hands slowed down.

"He already knew that Rong Zhen wouldn't like me, I didn't listen to him..."

There was water dripping on Li Xiao's arm, but he didn't respond, so he dipped the medicine and rubbed it on the crack in Yang Jin's palm.

"It's not that I don't want to listen to him, I really can't control it."

"For more than ten years, no matter how hot it is, I want to pounce on it, no matter how painful it is, I want to pierce my heart..."

Li Xiao couldn't listen anymore, so he tied the cotton cloth in his hands, "Stop talking."

Yang Jin closed her mouth and lowered her eyes to look at her hands, "I'm weird."

"It's weird," Li Xiao sighed, and pressed Yang Jin's head on his shoulder, "Don't be so weird after you're done crying."

……

"I don't want to see him anymore."