Glory to the ancestors

After the sweet-scented osmanthus came, the topic went away. It was a pleasure to drink tea with the scent of flowers in the slightly cold weather. It was rare for the few people to be idle, enjoying life like ordinary nobles from aristocratic families.

Yang Jin squinted slightly and squinted on the table, "It would be great if I lived like this for the rest of my life."

"It's easy to think about." Li Xiao lay on the soft chair and snorted. He didn't regard himself as an outsider, and was covered with the blanket that Tong'er just sent.

Jiang Yuzan left early, saying that the firepower was not as good as these young men, but Mu Xi knew that she was in a hurry to find the owner of the clothing store, so she didn't bring Tong'er with her just to pretend.

Osmanthus osmanthus laughed as she thought about it, leaning on the back of the chair behind her, hugging her knees, and curled up in the chair.

Rong Zhen looked at him and smiled slightly, "Why don't you go and find a soft chair for yourself?"

Osmanthus fragrans shook her head, indicating that she was too lazy to move.

Rong Zhen's eyes were even more doting, "I call someone..."

"Ah, I'm sleepy, I'm going back." Yang Jin stood up, stretched, and pushed Li Xiao, "Give up the chair."

Li Xiao sighed, followed Yang Jin's wishes and stood up, "Let's go."

When Rong really wanted to stand up and see him off, Li Xiao waved his hand, "Forget it, you can rest."

He smiled at the sweet-scented osmanthus again, "Let's go."

Osmanthus nods her head, thinking that this prince is not that scary.

Seeing that they were both gone, Rong Zhen relaxed, leaning his head on the soft chair, pointing to one side, "Come here."

Osmanthus osmanthus jumped off the chair, walked to the soft chair where Li Xiao had been lying down just now, and sat down, covering her legs with a small blanket, with a satisfied expression on her face.

"Do you also want to live like this for the rest of your life?" Rong Zhen asked Osmanthus osmanthus with a smile.

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded vigorously, closed his eyes, he could hear Rong Zhen's voice, he could feel the warm sunshine on his body, and he could live a lifetime.

After a while, Osmanthus felt tired and drowsy, something lightly rubbed against his lips, but he didn't care, just pressed his lips together.

Seemingly hearing Rong Zhen's chuckle again, Osmanthus osmanthus felt in a daze that her body was floating.

When she woke up, it was already dark, and the sweet-scented osmanthus turned over and found herself lying on the bed.

When did this happen?

He rubbed his eyes, touched his stomach, hungry.

Just thinking about it, Rong Zhen came in with a tray, "I just wanted to wake you up."

Osmanthus osmanthus looks forward to looking at the things in Rong Zhen's hands.

"I knew you were hungry." Rong Zhen put the tray directly on the bed, "Eat here, but be careful not to get it dirty."

Osmanthus nods, takes the chopsticks in Rong Zhen's hand, and puts the tray on her crossed legs.

"It's easy to get angry in autumn, eat less meat," Rong Zhen muttered, but he also knew that the sweet-scented osmanthus didn't care at all, but in the dim light of the room, if he didn't say anything, he always felt that the atmosphere would be ambiguous stand up.

but now,

Rong Zhen stared blankly at the sweet-scented osmanthus handing the fried food to his lips,

This is not self-initiated.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at Rong Zhen with a smile, the cook really understood his appetite, these dishes were all delicious, it would be a waste not to let Rong Zhen try.

How could he have imagined how many thoughts such a small action had extended in Rong Zhen's mind.

Rong Zhen regained his composure, put his hand on the back of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and put the food into his mouth.

Osmanthus osmanthus smiled again, lowered her head and continued to work.

Rong Zhen knows that Osmanthus osmanthus has no other intentions, but his heart is still trembling. He has suppressed his thoughts all these years, but it has the opposite effect. Osmanthus osmanthus is too familiar with his existence, so it is not easy to be tempted.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhen couldn't help but sighed, as if there was nothing that could make him happy recently.

First, Yang Jin's sudden confession, and the little emperor's seemingly insignificant threat, and then Li Xiao's constant pressure, coupled with the difficult and dangerous road to revenge, too much pressure made his mood dull, and his body Gradually I couldn't hold it anymore.

While the osmanthus was eating, Rong Zhen leaned his head against the edge of the bedpost, closed his eyes slightly, and planned to take a nap.

But immediately, he felt a small shadow covering himself.

Osmanthus osmanthus hugged him gently from behind.

He can sensitively feel the temperature of the palm of Osmanthus osmanthus and convey it to his heart on his elbow.

Osmanthus didn't know what happened to Rongzhen, he just knew that Rongzhen was not happy and he needed comfort.

It's like his talent.

Or it was like this since childhood, when Rongzhen was lost or sad, he would hug himself, seeking even a little warmth.

Rong Zhen opened his eyes, but instead of looking behind him, he looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus half-eaten.

Why are they all like this? Mu Xi still thinks that he doesn't like herself.

Rong really wanted to tell Osmanthus that there are many kinds of love. Some people fall in love at first sight, while others fall in love for a long time.

But he didn't, because if he asked himself what kind of them they belonged to, he would still hesitate.

What kind of feelings do they belong to?

It is deeper than friendship, more dependent than family affection, and less impulsive than love.

If it is said that they share similar interests, then he and Yang Jin are more suitable; if they say they have similar personalities, they are even more suitable with Li Huan; but it is Osmanthus fragrans, it is him.

Osmanthus embraces Rong Zhen, not knowing what Rong Zhen is thinking, her eyes are ignorant.

……

Jiang Yuzan came out of the clothing store, stopped by the pharmacy, and showed the prescription hidden in his sleeve to the boy who fetched the medicine.

The servant looked at it and smiled, "Congratulations madam."

Jiang Yuhan's eyes flickered, she didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, but she only knew that she didn't regret it.