Glory to the ancestors

The 12-year-old Rong Zhen was sent to the mountains. Because this legendary famous doctor was the most afraid of being disturbed by people, there was only one entourage, Osmanthus osmanthus who had just passed seven years old.

"It's so small, do you take care of him or he takes care of you?" The old doctor stroked his long beard and squatted down to look at the sweet-scented osmanthus. The little face of this doll is full of flesh, which is really unbearable...

Rong Zhen saw through what the old doctor was thinking, and hurriedly covered the sweet-scented osmanthus face with both hands, "Doctor, which room do I live in?"

The doctor smacked his lips and pointed to the most dilapidated one of his thatched huts, "That."

Rong Zhen took a look, held the hand of Osmanthus osmanthus, and carried a big burden on his back, "Osmanthus osmanthus, go in."

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at the doctor with her small black eyes, pulled her hands away from Rong Zhen, put them together in front of her, bowed to him, and ran away with Rong Zhen.

Although he is a child, he is polite, the old doctor nodded, he is a good seedling.

"This room..." Rong Zhen waved his hand. Is this a place where people live? You can spit a mouthful of ashes when you take a breath.

Osmanthus osmanthus was a little scared, standing behind Rong Zhen, touched his arm, gestured with both hands, wanting to unload Rong Zhen's burden first.

Rong Zhen nodded, and the two stood at the door in despair, not knowing where to start.

"Well, clean up yourselves, and come to that big house for dinner tonight." The old doctor's voice sounded from behind, making Rong Zhen feel that such an annoying person is rare in the world.

Osmanthus osmanthus thought about what the family said, she must take good care of the second son, and started to act.

Rong Zhen looked at him at first and didn't know what he was going to do. After a while, he saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders, picked up a dusty copper basin in the room, and walked unsteadily to the The well in the courtyard is on the edge.

Osmanthus osmanthus had never done this kind of work before. He was raised by Rong Zhen since he was a child. He was said to be a servant of the Rong family, more like the young master of the Rong family, being taken care of everywhere.

The old doctor was sitting in the courtyard with a medicine basket next to him. He was sorting the medicinal materials. He saw the sweet-scented osmanthus looking around the well, and couldn't help reminding, "Turn that handle and shake the bucket up."

Osmanthus turned her head, looked at him, and bowed again as a thank you.

The old doctor narrowed his eyes, can't speak?

"Osmanthus fragrans, I'll help you." Rong Zhen ran over. He was stronger than Osmanthus osmanthus. After a while, the two brought up a bucket of water and poured it into the copper basin. walk.

The bundle of sweet-scented osmanthus was tidied by the housekeeper, and everything was cleaned inside, so he picked out a clean rag, soaked it in the basin, and imitated the usual little girl at home, and cleaned the furniture in the hut one by one. Wipe it clean.

Rong Zhen couldn't see him working alone, so he also helped.

After a busy afternoon, both of them were exhausted. Before the meeting was over, the old doctor rushed up, "Are you still eating?"

Rong Zhen's body was originally weak, and even the best temper would be worn out impatiently, just when he was about to refuse, Osmanthus knelt down beside him and tugged at his sleeve.

"Forget it." Rong Zhen said helplessly, pulling up the sweet-scented osmanthus, both of them didn't change their clothes, they looked completely different from the young master who walked over at noon.

The dishes are wild vegetables from the mountains, and there is no meat, even with the skills of the imperial chef, they are used to the delicacies of mountains and seas, but they can't swallow them.

But they were really tired, and the two of them still swallowed the food in front of them regardless of the taste.

"Rest after eating, come to me tomorrow morning, and I'll check your pulse." The old doctor ordered.

"Thank you." Rong Zhen slightly lowered his head.

The old doctor is quite satisfied with his attitude. After all, he is a child of the Rong family, and it is not easy to thank him.

Rong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief after a busy day. He claimed to be mature among his peers, and he never thought that there would be such a day when he wanted to beat someone up.

Osmanthus untied Rong Zhen's belt clumsily. It was tied by the little girl in the morning, and she made it very complicated every time. Osmanthus squinted and watched the direction of the knot.

Rong Zhen finally felt that something was wrong, he lowered his head and waved his fingers in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Good guy, did you fall asleep while standing up?

Rong Zhen touched the shoulder of Osmanthus osmanthus twice, and the center of gravity of Osmanthus osmanthus immediately collapsed and fell into Rong Zhen's arms.

Rong Zhen had no choice but to support the sweet-scented osmanthus with his shoulders, and unbuttoned the sweet-scented osmanthus with a simple pull. He took off his outer shirt, threw it aside, and started to unbutton the sweet-scented osmanthus again.

He couldn't bear to see the osmanthus so tired, and thought that he would write a letter the next day, so someone else would come up the mountain.

After removing the sweet-scented osmanthus coat, he dragged the sweet-scented osmanthus to lie on the bed while he lay beside him.

The bed was very narrow, only big enough for an adult to lie on, thanks to the thin bodies of both of them.

Osmanthus osmanthus' breath was hot and humid, spraying on Rong Zhen's neck, itching indescribably.Rong Zhen wrapped the quilt tightly with the sweet-scented osmanthus, and he only touched a small edge, so let the night pass first.

……

"Boom boom boom!"

The old doctor's eyelids were glued together, and he said tiredly, "Who is it?"

There was no reply, but the knock on the door became more impatient.

Unbearable, the old doctor kicked his shoes and walked to the door. When he lowered his head, the sweet-scented osmanthus was sweating all over his face, and pointed in the direction of the thatched hut he lived in.

"Is something wrong with him?" The old doctor asked with narrowed eyes.

The sweet-scented osmanthus nodded again and again, grabbing the old doctor's hand and trying to drag him away, completely different from the polite look she had during the day.

The old doctor followed him, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard Rong Zhen panting in pain.

He was still somewhat conscious, and called out, "Osmanthus osmanthus..."

Osmanthus osmanthus hurriedly shook off the old doctor, trotted to the bed, grabbed Rong Zhen's hand, and pressed it to her face.

"Osmanthus?"

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded repeatedly, wanting Rong Zhen to feel herself, but he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were red with anxiety.

The old doctor looked at the two villains, shook his head, recalled some past events, stepped forward, and held the sweet-scented osmanthus aside, "Wait," he rolled up his sleeves, and helped Rongzhen feel his pulse.

It's just that Rong Zhen caught a cold, which caused the cold syndrome in his body to recur, it's not a big deal.

The old doctor looked at Osmanthus fragrans nervously, and thought that he was Rong Zhen's valet, and it wasn't the first time he saw him like this, he should have gotten used to it by now.

Or is it always like this?

Thinking of this, the old doctor couldn't help but glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus, he crawled to Rong Zhen's side, knelt down, grabbed his other hand, and stroked the back of his hand.

And Rong Zhen's expression slowly eased from the pain with this touch.

The old doctor raised his eyebrows, as if he understood something, "I'm going to cook two medicines for him now, and you, go to my room and get the charcoal brazier."

The two slender eyebrows of the sweet-scented osmanthus tugged together, nodded, but immediately looked at her hands in embarrassment.

Only then did the old doctor realize that maybe Rong Zhen was always by his side every time he got sick, and never left him.There are many people in the Rongguo Mansion, so naturally someone will call the doctor, there is no need for him, his task is just to stay by Rongzhen's side.Seeing how Rong Zhen called out his name every once in a while, he really couldn't let him go.

No wonder I was in such a hurry just now.

I'm afraid that Rong Zhen won't be able to survive once he leaves Rong Zhen.

The old doctor sighed, "You can accompany him, I'll get it."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded repeatedly, only looking at Rong Zhen.

This night, the old doctor felt that his arms and legs were going to be broken. After dawn, he finally waited until Rongzhen woke up.

Osmanthus osmanthus was finally relieved, and went out to fetch water with a copper basin.

Rong Zhen took this opportunity and asked, "Doctor, I think you are right. It is really inconvenient to keep the sweet-scented osmanthus here. Why don't I write a letter to my family and ask someone else to come?"

"Forget it soon," the old doctor waved his hand, "you will die without him."

Rong Zhen looked at the old doctor in puzzlement.

The old doctor sighed, he was already old, and he was shown off by two and a half older children.

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