Glory to the ancestors

In the early morning, Osmanthus osmanthus gently pushed open the door of Rongzhen's room, and saw Yang Jinrongzhen, one on the bed and one on the ground, both wrapped in quilts and facing away from him, he didn't dare to make a sound, hesitating what to call them As for the two, Rong Zhen has already opened his eyes.

He really didn't sleep well that night, not to mention being exhausted by Yang Jin's torment, and the floor was cold, making it difficult to fall asleep.

As soon as he heard footsteps, he turned around vigilantly and met the sweet-scented osmanthus.

At this glance, Osmanthus saw that something was really wrong with Rong.

Osmanthus osmanthus quickly ran to Rong Zhen's side, knelt down, hugged Rong Zhen's head, saw Rong Zhen's face turned red, stretched out her hand worriedly, and touched Rong Zhen's neck.

It’s okay if you don’t touch it, the scorching body temperature made the sweet-scented osmanthus withdraw her hand nervously, and quickly gestured to Rongzhen, “Are you feverish!?”

Rong Zhen let out a long breath, and said weakly, "Help me to your room first." He raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Jin who was sleeping soundly, "I don't know when he will wake up."

"Okay, someone else will take care of Young Master Jin," Mu Xi gestured, then lowered her body to help Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen leaned on the sweet-scented osmanthus and stood up anyway. Only then did he feel powerless all over his body. He staggered and fell behind the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus osmanthus supported Rong Zhen, walked forward slowly, and out of the room, two sharp-eyed servants rushed over, took Rong Zhen, and sent them to Osmanthus osmanthus' room.

After telling other people to help Rongzhen change clothes, Osmanthus osmanthus hurried into the study to get her medicine box, and met Jiang Yuzan at the door of the study as soon as she took it out.

"What are you doing, sweet-scented osmanthus?" Jiang Yuzan was in a good mood, woke up early, and was about to have breakfast, when Tong'er, who was following her, poked her head out to look at the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus osmanthus shook her head, she didn't know what to say to Jiang Yuhan, so she could only bypass her and run to Rongzhen and herself in the small courtyard.

Jiang Yuzan looked at him curiously, then turned her head, only to find that the sweet-scented osmanthus was walking in a hurry and the door of the study was not closed.

She looked at Tong'er beside her, and tightened the handkerchief in her hand.

Rong Zhen was covered with a thick quilt and was panting with difficulty. He had been sick since he was a child, and he couldn't stand the cold. Once he had a fever, it would last for a long time, which made the sweet-scented osmanthus troublesome.

Several little girls came over, those who fetched water fetched water, those who changed wet cloth changed wet cloth, they were very busy.

Osmanthus osmanthus carried his big medicine box and put it on the small cabinet next to Rong Zhen's bed, and waved to keep the girls away.

He took out a small bottle from the medicine cabinet, which contained ointment for dispelling fever.

Osmanthus tore off Rong Zhen's collar, stretched out his hand to apply a piece of ointment, rubbed his hands together, let the ointment melt in his hands, and then applied it to Rong Zhen's collarbone, connecting it to his chest.

Seeing him like this, the butler next to him immediately coughed, "Girls, go down and serve Madam breakfast."

The little girls nodded ignorantly and filed out.

The ointment had some effect, and Rong Zhen's expression softened slightly. The housekeeper quickly asked Osmanthus fragrans, "Do you want to help the father-in-law remove the rest of the clothes?"

"It's fine if I come," Mu Xi gestured to him, "You all go down, I'm enough alone."

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but Rong Zhen had told him that the sweet-scented osmanthus was the second master in this house, and they could only obey him.

Hearing the noise outside, Yang Jin stretched her waist and got up. Seeing that Rong Zhen's mattress was still on the floor, she smiled, kicked her toes a few times, folded the quilt, and was playing vigorously. Then a little girl came in, "Young Master Jin, do you want breakfast now?"

"Okay," Yang Jin replied with a smile, he didn't know what happened, "Where is Rong Zhen, waiting in the dining room?"

"This..." The little girl hesitated, "Grandpa is sick."

"Sick?" Yang Jin was taken aback, "Didn't he be fine yesterday?"

The little girl looked at the mattress on the floor, and was reluctant to speak.

Yang Jin suddenly realized, and patted her thigh, "He couldn't stand the cold, and he slept on the floor all night yesterday!"

The little girl lowered her head, "Yes."

"It's my fault too, I'm confused after drinking," Yang Jin hammered her head angrily, "Why didn't I think of that!"

"Chen Steward told me to take you to have breakfast first." The little girl said timidly.

"What else do you want to eat!" Yang Jin walked to the screen, picked up the clothes hanging on it, put it on her body, and knotted her waist indiscriminately, "I'm going to see Rong Zhen!"

"This..." The little girl was so embarrassed, why did she accept such a difficult job today, "The housekeeper ordered that no one except sweet-scented osmanthus is allowed to enter or leave the father-in-law's bedroom."

Yang Jin became quiet all of a sudden, he was startled, untied his belt again, rearranged his clothes, lowered his head and forced a smile to himself, "Yeah, I'm anxious which round I'll get."

"Master Hibiscus?"

"You help me change my clothes." Yang Jin smiled at the little girl, watching her blushing with satisfaction, "I can't always tie this knot well."

The little girl moved in front of Yang Jin in small steps, without looking up, she just focused on the jade-encrusted belt around Yang Jin's waist.

Yang Jin stretched out her arms expressionlessly and sighed.

Rong Zhen finally got better, and asked Mu Xi in a hoarse voice, "It's not serious this time, is it?"

"It's not serious, but you can't take any risks," Mu Xi buried her head in her medicine box, and raised her head when she heard Rong Zhen's words, "I'm going to give you an injection."

Stop it, Rong Zhen's whole face collapsed, the word "acupuncture" was more tormenting to him than this illness.

Osmanthus osmanthus understood Rong Zhen's expression, left the stool, knelt down in front of Rong Zhen's bed, "Just get down."

Rong Zhen shook his head, like a child, with a baby voice, "It hurts."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Mu Xi took out all the silver needles, and it seemed that it was really not serious.

Rong Zhen stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and held Osmanthus osmanthus' wrist, "Wait a minute."

Osmanthus osmanthus thought he was trying to play tricks again, so she didn't think about it, but Rong Zhen said again, "I have a condition."

Ok?

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her head, staring at Rong Zhen with clear eyes.

Rongzhen's smile was extremely weak, "You can give needles, but I feel very cold now,"

Osmanthus osmanthus tilted her head, waiting for Rong Zhen to say something.

"Can I hold you to sleep?"