Glory to the ancestors

It feels weird.

You know that you are in a dream, but you can't break free from the siege of the dream.

Rong Zhen sat on the roof of his room, looking at the children in the yard.

He sat too far away from them to see the children's faces clearly.

They were playing hide and seek, one was counting with his eyes covered, and the other three were looking for places to hide.

After counting to a hundred, that one started running to find others, and when he caught one, he started again.

again and again.

Rong Zhen just watched like this, over and over again.

His body was getting more and more tired, and he gradually wanted to fall asleep, but the children's laughter and cries were still ringing in his ears.

"Why haven't you woken up yet!?" Jiang Yuhan's loud voice made people feel irritated.

"Grandpa is already weak, and he is bleeding too much this time, so he needs to slow down for a while."

"It's been two days and two nights, how long will it take to slow down!"

"Hmm..." Rong really wanted to tell Jiang Yuhan not to quarrel anymore, but no matter how hard his lips were, he could only make this sobbing sound.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Jiang Yuzan took Rong Zhen's hand, there were light blue marks under her eyes, she was afraid that she didn't sleep well when she was in a coma, a pregnant woman didn't take care of herself first and cared about others up.

Rong Zhen was meditating inwardly, but he was too weak to say a word.

His eyes couldn't adapt to the bright light in the room, he squinted slightly, pursed his lips, swallowed twice, and finally uttered a complete word with difficulty, "Osmanthus osmanthus..."

"Osmanthus fragrans is decocting medicine for you!" Jiang Yuzan knew what he meant, and said first, "Also, the emperor is fine, the queen mother gave you a lot of rewards, our family is now an imperial doctor, don't worry, rest, rest."

She said so many words at once, which made Rong Zhen dumbfounded.

But she did mention all the things she was worried about, Rong Zhen was relieved and closed his eyes again.

Before falling asleep, Jiang Yuhan's soft sobbing woke him up again.

It took him a while to gather the strength to open his eyelids, only to find that the person next to the bed had changed.

……

Osmanthus osmanthus's eyes were bloodshot, the eye sockets were swollen, her normally plump face was wrinkled, and her lips were as pale as paper.

Rong Zhen really wanted to use a mirror to compare, whether his complexion was worse or that of sweet-scented osmanthus.

He tried his best to smile at the sweet-scented osmanthus, but his dry lips cracked a little with this movement, and the sweet taste of blood stuck to the tip of his tongue.

It seems that it is better not to pretend to be strong, which is counterproductive.

Osmanthus osmanthus held a small bowl in her hand, and the medicinal soup inside was oozing color, and the disgusting taste could be felt from its appearance.

He scooped up a small spoon, stuck it to his lips and blew, looking at Rongzhen tentatively.

Rong really thinks it's hard to be dumb, he can't even say a word.

Resigned to his fate and drank the medicinal soup, Rong Zhen realized the benefits of serious injuries. He could hardly even taste the taste, and the pain from his lower abdomen completely took away his attention.

I didn't feel it when I was in a coma, but now that I'm awake, it's going deep into my bones.

He was standing in front of Li Yun at that time, the assassin shot was too fast, he couldn't even make a basic reaction, so he blocked it by stepping back.

Rong Zhen regretted it when he thought about it. If he had hidden in a different direction at that time, he would not have to be injured, and it would save a lot of trouble in the future.

Fortunately, God was not in a hurry to take his life away.

Rong Zhen saw that Mu Xi's eyes were moist again, and wanted to say something to comfort him, but he had no energy at all.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other like this, and after a while, the sweet-scented osmanthus shed tears.

Rong Zhen didn't know that he really escaped death this time.

Because of his physical problems, the blood on the wound couldn't coagulate at all. Several imperial doctors were so anxious in his room that they almost hit their heads against the wall. In the last breath, he didn't have such an opportunity to look at the sweet-scented osmanthus with tears in his eyes.

People are really complicated.

Back then, the Empress Dowager burned the entire Rong family to death, and now she piled up the medicinal materials at the gate of the Rongguo Mansion, just to keep Rong Zhen.

The crime of assassinating the emperor was too great, and the minister of the Ministry of punishment hadn't finalized it yet, so the matter of interrogating the prisoner was assigned to Yang Xian. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to transfer Yang Jin away from Li Xiao's side.But Li Xiao was also injured, and he held on to Yang Jin even more, so he could only let the prime minister, who loves his son, do it.

It used to be Rong Zhen, and now it is the prince, Yang Xian couldn't help but wonder if Yang Jin was destined to be entangled.

Rong Zhen watched Osmanthus osmanthus tell himself these things in sign language, and nodded his chin slightly twice.

These are all things that Chen Zhan told Osmanthus to tell Rong Zhen, because Chen Zhan was sure that Rong Zhen would never want to see anyone other than Osmanthus again at this time.

Osmanthus osmanthus scratched her hair, as if that was all she needed to say, she gestured to Rong Zhen again, "You just need to rest now."

Rong Zhen blinked, meaning that he knew.

He wanted to ask the sweet-scented osmanthus if he had rested, but he couldn't; he wanted to know how many times the sweet-scented osmanthus had cried and had no strength;

The two could only look at each other in silence.

He didn't say anything, and seemed to understand everything.

Tiredness still defeated Rongzhen, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps he had already entered a dream, and Rong Zhen felt that the osmanthus seemed to press his face against his pillow, and his scorching breath seemed to spray on his neck, again and again, which was more exciting than the incense from the Western Regions. I feel at peace in my heart.