Glory to the ancestors

"Grandpa, I found this," Yun Cang put a letter on Rong Zhen's bed.

Rong Zhen took a look, "Where did you find it?"

"Master Chen's clothes are sewn inside," Yun Cang said, "This is his normal clothes, not the same one he wore when he died."

"The prince's people didn't find out?"

"Yes," Yun Cang told the truth, "Actually, someone instructed me to search for it."

"I know who it is." Rong Zhen nodded.

Just as Yun Cang was about to take a step back, he thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, your complexion is not very good-looking, do you need to ask Osmanthus osmanthus to take a look?"

I'm afraid it will be worse if I find him.

Rong Zhen shook his head slightly, "Don't look for him, and don't tell him."

Yun Cang never questioned Rong Zhen's order, and quit after he answered.

Rong Zhen opened the envelope, but the letter inside was not for the emperor.

Rong Zhen found that he underestimated this seemingly mediocre Mr. Chen, who turned out to be the queen mother. The emperor talked on both sides. If Li Huan hadn't asked someone to kill him, the news of his friendship with Prince Nan would have spread there immediately. In the ears of the two.

At that time, the mother and son will join hands, and they will not know where they died.

In this way, there are actually countless spies around Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen took out another letter from his chest, which listed the names of all the people who threatened him, some he knew, and some he hadn't noticed at all.

It's ironic that he has been communicating with China for seven years, but he doesn't know as much as Li Huan thousands of miles away.

Rong Zhen coughed a few times, then heard someone knocking on the door, he immediately put the two letters in front of him, put them away, "Come in."

The sweet-scented osmanthus is carrying a tray with pear soup on it.

Rong Zhen swallowed, lowered his head, and didn't know whether he should speak first.

Osmanthus osmanthus put down the pear soup calmly, took a spoon, scooped the soup from the small pot into a bowl, put the bowl in front of Rongzhen, and said in sign language, "It's from the kitchen."

Rong Zhen nodded, "Just let it go."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded, stood where she was, and looked at Rong Zhen.

"It's okay, you can go down."

"are you angry?"

Rong Zhen froze for a moment, and pulled out a smile that he thought was ugly, "Why should I be angry?"

Osmanthus osmanthus lowered her eyes, didn't say anything more, took two steps back, and was about to leave, when Rong Zhen suddenly said, "You said you need to think about it?"

Osmanthus stopped.

"how long?"

"Give me a deadline?" Rong Zhen asked, he himself knew that such a performance was too impatient, but he couldn't help it.

Osmanthus osmanthus slowly raised her head, and suddenly found that Rong Zhen's lips were purple, and she felt that something was wrong, so she approached, "Are you sick?"

Rong Zhen panicked, covered the lower half of his face, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Osmanthus shook her head, in disbelief, walked around the table, walked to Rong Zhen's side, and raised his wrist.

When Rong Zhen knew the pulse, he couldn't hide it, so he pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus vigorously, "I told you, it's fine."

Osmanthus osmanthus didn't expect Rong Zhen to move, and staggered backwards.

"Osmanthus, I'm not..." Rong Zhen wanted to explain, but Osmanthus quickly ran away.

Rong Zhen was so regretful that his intestines were turning green, and he was at a loss with his hands clasped together.

He should have chased him out at this time, but it's impossible to say that he wasn't angry about what happened yesterday.

His anger was not because of Osmanthus osmanthus' refusal, but his own embarrassing reaction, which was too uncool, and he should say something to reassure Osmanthus osmanthus.

Originally, I just took it for granted to like sweet-scented osmanthus.

After a while, Yang Jin opened the door and came in, followed by a doctor, "Osmanthus osmanthus said you were sick?"

Rong Zhen raised his head, "What?"

"He said you were sick, and you didn't let him see it. Why are you getting angry!" Yang Jin was very nervous, and made way for the doctor behind him, "Come and see, is it serious?"

The doctor walked up to Rong Zhen, nodded to him, and signaled Rong Zhen to extend his arm.

Rong Zhen was startled, and while asking the doctor to diagnose his pulse, he asked Yang Jin, "What did the osmanthus tell you?"

"He just ran into my room and said that you don't want him to see a doctor for you."

"What about him now?"

"Stay in my room and wait. Let me know your situation and tell him to go."

"then you……"

Yang Jin frowned, "What about me, don't you hold the sweet-scented osmanthus in your hands, what are you doing now?"

"Hey," Rong Zhen sighed deeply, and somehow told Yang Jin.

The doctor raised his head, "This young master is just thinking too much for a while, and his internal fire is hot, which is in conflict with his internal cold." The doctor said, seeing the pear soup on the table, "It's good to drink more pear soup."

Yang Jin nodded, "Do you still need to prescribe some medicine?"

The doctor said "Yes", "If conditions permit, I can also give you acupuncture."

"There is no need for acupuncture." Rong Zhen said, "You can just prescribe some medicine to relieve the fire and nourish the body."

"Let's listen to him first." Yang Jin glanced at Rong Zhen, "He's being coquettish."

Rong Zhen looked at him helplessly, "Go and help me find the sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Why should I run errands for you?" Yang Jin was dissatisfied.

"Please."

Yang Jin glared at Rongzhen, why this person didn't realize it at all, and stabbed himself with knives one after another.

Even so, he returned to his room.

As soon as he stepped through the door, Osmanthus osmanthus came over, "Is there anything wrong?"

"You," Yang Jin put her finger on the forehead of the sweet-scented osmanthus, "you make a big fuss, and the doctor said it's fine."

Mu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "But his complexion is really ugly."

"Don't you know if you go over and show him again?"

Osmanthus shakes her head.

"He must have made a mistake in his mind just now, or he was afraid that you would be worried," Yang Jin quietly rolled his eyes, "Come in, he's waiting for you."

Osmanthus osmanthus finally smiled when she heard that Rongzhen was waiting for her, and trotted towards Rongzhen's room.

Yang Jin let out a breath, and fell down on the chair in the room, wondering what she was trying to do with others here.

He threw his neck back, feeling that he was worthless.

When Osmanthus osmanthus came in, she saw the doctor was prescribing medicine for Rong Zhen with a pen, so she stood behind, put her feet on her feet, and watched secretly.

Seeing him like that, Rong Zhen coughed, "Osmanthus osmanthus, come here."

Osmanthus osmanthus raised her head, a little afraid to look at Rong Zhen, and rubbed against Rong Zhen's seat.

"I shouldn't have pushed you just now," Rong Zhen tried his best to put down a gentle tone, "I'm afraid you're worried."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded, "Master Jin told me just now."

"Well," Rong Zhen was about to speak when the doctor moved his chair, "It's ready, just take the medicine according to this prescription."

Osmanthus osmanthus hurriedly took the prescription, carefully looked at the ingredients on it, nodded, and bowed to the doctor, intending to send him out.

The doctor waved his hand, "No, no, I'm familiar with Pingnan Palace."

It seems that Yang Jin was looking for Li Xiao, and that's why he invited the doctor so quickly.

"Osmanthus osmanthus," Rong Zhen called out the name of osmanthus osmanthus again, "Can you help me look at it again?"

Osmanthus osmanthus' eyes lit up, she nodded quickly, and walked to the seat where she was sitting just now.

This time Rong Zhen honestly stretched out his hand and asked Osmanthus osmanthus to diagnose his pulse.

The expression on Osmanthus osmanthus's face was changeable, wrinkled for a while, stretched out for a while, finally shook her head, and gestured to Rong Zhen, "Need to give acupuncture."

"Okay." Rong Zhen's answer was well deserved.

Osmanthus osmanthus hurried back to her room again, and came over with a big medicine box.

Rong Zhen looked at his difficult appearance, and sighed, he really couldn't convince himself, if Osmanthus osmanthus didn't feel anything about him, what would be such concern?

"Ah." The acupuncture point on the arm was pierced by a long needle, and Rong Zhen couldn't help shouting.

Osmanthus osmanthus' eyes trembled, and a second injection was given.

Rong Zhen tried his best to shift his attention to the osmanthus, so as to ignore the pain in his body, which he often did.

But now, seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus only made him sadder.

He suddenly thought of Yang Jin.

How did Yang Jin manage to remain as usual after that night?

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