Glory to the ancestors

Chu Xi's cough symptoms are getting worse, and blood can still be seen recently.

But he still didn't know when he should tell Rong Zhen about his upcoming personnel affairs.

Rongzhen has spent a lot of manpower and money on finding medicine for him for many years, and telling him now that it was all in vain is too cruel.

He had just delivered a message to the Rongguo Mansion, and Rongzhen was coming over in less than two sticks of incense.

Chu Xi dragged his sickly body to the closet, ready to find a brightly colored dress, so that the atmosphere of the meeting would not be too sad.

A servant came, knocked on the door, and said that the tea and snacks were ready.

Chu Xi responded, feeling sad for a moment. This might be the last time Rong Zhen met him.

After he finished dressing, he walked to the table and sat down.

There were three knocks on the door, and the servant pushed open the door, leading Rong Zhen in.

Rong really looked very happy, something good must have happened, he should be polite at this time, "Grandpa, did something happen last night?"

Rong Zhen lowered his head and hid his smile, "So obvious?"

"Yes," Chu Xi smiled slightly, "Grandpa, I..."

"Ok?"

Chu Xi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Grandpa, I want to leave all the affairs of Yingxuelou to others."

"Ah," Rong Zhen was a little surprised, but it was also reasonable, "That's fine, I said a long time ago that your body should be recuperated, and you shouldn't work so hard."

"Yes."

You see, how simple it is, Chu Xi said to herself silently in her heart.

Chu Xi is a person who rarely shows his emotions in front of others. He is always gentle and pleasant, and will not bring any distress or hesitation to Rong Zhen.

He has experienced sex for a long time, and he also knows how to keep a distance to make the other party more comfortable. It is indeed rare to be so sensible.

It was rare for Rong Zhen to take the teapot himself and pour a cup for Chu Xi, "It's been so many years, I've worked hard for you."

Chu Xi smiled, then shook her head again, "No, I never thought it was hard work to do business for my father-in-law."

When Chuxi was drinking tea, the sleeves slipped from her wrists, revealing her overly protruding joints, which surprised Rong from the bottom of her heart.

He asked, "Has your illness worsened recently?"

"Ah..." Chu Xi didn't know how to answer for a while, at this time, tell Rong Zhen that he is about to die?

Will it seem too abrupt?

Does Rong Zhen feel that he is seeking pity?

Chu Xi shook his head, "It's still the same."

"I always feel that you've lost weight again." Rong Zhen sighed, "Speaking of which, I'll just go and find Prince Pingnan later. He is familiar with Nanyue and must know how to treat your disease."

"You don't have to, my lord. Everyone's fate is fixed. We don't have to force it."

"It's just that you are too young." Rong Zhen sighed.

Chu Xi thought that this was enough, went to the table again, and took several secret letters, "My lord, you asked me to investigate these. The cronies cultivated by the emperor in secret, the names and information are all here."

"When did I ask you to investigate this?"

Chu Xi was taken aback for a moment, and said something wrong.

Rong Zhen's face darkened, "Are you still in contact with that Cheng Duyun?"

Chu Xi didn't say a word, which was a tacit consent.

"Can't you take yourself seriously?" Rong Zhen's tone was heartbroken, no wonder Chu Xi's body collapsed so quickly.

Chu Xi remained silent, secretly regretting.

Seeing him like this, Rong Zhen also felt that his words were a little too much, "Let's talk about these things later."

Chu Xi said softly, "My lord, I'm sorry."

"You don't have any regrets for me, it's all because I'm sorry for you." Rong Zhen really didn't know how Chuxi's brain was doing, and he was still apologizing to himself at this time?

The atmosphere between the two is awkward, and Rong Zhen's position is even more difficult. He thinks he has a standard for Chu Xi, but at this moment he doesn't know what to say.

Saying one more sentence seems to be affectionate, and saying one less sentence seems to be too unlucky.

The relationship between him and Chu Xi was so complicated that there was nothing to say except a long sigh.

Chu Xi stared at the teacup in front of him, and said, "Grandpa, is there anything else you want to explain?"

"You..." Rong Zhen couldn't say anything, and stood up, "There's nothing else."

Chu Xi raised his eyes to see Rong Zhen's expression, not knowing what to do, he also stood up, "Chu Xi sees you off."

"No need."

Chu Xi stood where he was, watching Rong Zhen walk out the door, downstairs, and out of the compound, walking farther and farther, with a confused expression on his face.

He and Rong Zhen can also be regarded as meeting young people, which is different from Yang Jin and Osmanthus fragrans.

He knew Rongzhen's other side from the very beginning, and he had seen all the unbearable and humiliating things he did to return to the top of power.

He is not like osmanthus, a smiling face can make Rong Zhen's bad mood go away.

He can only do his best to help Rong Zhen, use his own means, use his own body in exchange for rare information, so that Rong Zhen's road can be a little smoother.

In fact, there is a chance, Rong Zhen's inadvertently revealed fragility gave him enough opportunities to take advantage of it.

But with a body like his own, he can't even see his white hair, so how can he accompany him.

Chu Xi lost his strength, felt dizzy, and fell to the ground.

The servant standing by the door hastily helped him up, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Xi closed her eyes, and walked to the bed with his help, "It's okay."

"Then your appointment with Mr. Cheng tonight."

"Tell him to go."