Rong Lan

"Brother, I want to go back to Beijing with you!"

"No! You are not in good health yet!"

"What's wrong? Didn't the nails come out yesterday?"

"Your cold is not cured."

"You touch, my hands are warm!"

"It's a long way from Miaonan to the capital, and your body can't take it! Be good!"

Rong Lan woke up early in the morning and couldn't see Rong Xuan, asked around, put on his coat and ran to the gate, desperately begging Rong Xuan to take him with him, the two stalemate in front of the door for a long time, Rong Xuan never let go.

"Brother..." Rong Lan had no choice but to use his trump card, let out a soft cry, and rubbed his head in front of Rong Xuan's body. His long hair was not tied, and his black hair was floating in the morning light and breeze.

Rong Xuan raised his hand for a long time before slowly falling down, rubbing a few strands of hair that smelled of medicine: "Brother wrote a letter of resignation for you, and you stay in Miaonan to recuperate well. Regarding matters in the capital, brother Will handle it."

Rong Lan raised her eyes: "Yesterday, outside the dark room was the Emperor's person, right?"

Rong Xuan nodded, "The one who led me to chase after him was Mo Xuan, the emperor's closest hidden stake and guard."

Rong Lan pursed her thin lips lightly, her face slightly cold: "Brother, the emperor knows my identity, the biggest purpose he wants you to return to Beijing is to contain father and the Rong family, I can't let elder brother take risks alone. Besides, elder brother feels that he Will you agree to my resignation and let me, a descendant of the southern Miao king, stay in the old country? It is safest for me and my elder brother to return to Beijing together."

With force on his arms, Rong Xuan pushed Rong Lan's head into his embrace: "Xiao Lan, tell Big Brother honestly, do you still have heavy wings in your heart? The reason you are in a hurry to return to Beijing is to help him deal with Beijue, right? "

Rong Lan was stunned, not knowing how to answer, saying that he didn't have Chong Yi in his heart, and he was in a hurry to return to Beijing to help Chong Yi deal with Bei Jue, no one would believe it.He could lie to Mo Xuan, to Rongshen, to Wu Ziyun, to lie to Chong Yi, to deceive the whole world, but he didn't want to lie to Rongxuan again.

However, Rong Lan was silent for a moment, Rong Xuan thought that he was being talked about, so he let go of his arms: "In two days, when you feel better, someone will send you back to Beijing."

Rong Lan was puzzled: "Why can't I go with Big Brother?"

Rong Xuan said in a deep voice: "The emperor was assassinated in Ta'er Lake last night. The news has been notified to all the officials along the way. My brother's trip is to escort the emperor back to the court. It is really dangerous."

Hearing this, Rong Lan only suppressed the anger towards Zhong Yi in her heart, with a warm smile on her face: "There are so many people protecting the emperor, there is no shortage of big brother, big brother must first protect himself well in everything!"

Rong Lan's words really made Rong Xuan a little surprised, he was stunned for a moment, and warned: "Brother is not by your side, you have to take good care of yourself, don't be naughty, you have been jumping up and down a lot these days, you just got fatter and then lost weight. "

Rong Lan was dissatisfied and pushed away Rong Xuan's hand patting her head, "Brother, I'm not a pig! Can I still eat if I gain weight?"

Rong Xuan sighed helplessly, raised his sword and straddled his horse: "Go back quickly, it's cold outside!"

Rong Lan kept watching Rong Xuan's figure disappear before turning her head and walking into the mansion.

Before taking two steps, Rong Lan glanced sideways and found a little girl not far from the gate who was entangled with the servants in the mansion. She stepped forward and waved, "Go down, I know this girl."

"Yes, young master!"

Mi'er raised his eyes to see the person who rescued him, and burst into tears instantly: "Wuuuuu! Young Master...! You are not dead! Young Master is not dead! That's great! Wuuuuu!"

"..." Rong Lan rubbed her temples: "Who told you, son, that I'm going to die?"

Mi'er sobbed while wiping his tears: "Yesterday that man rushed into Young Master's room aggressively, and when he came out he held Young Master in his arms. Mi Er's eyes were so clear that Young Master was lying in his arms with a bloodless face, like... like dead!"

Rong Lan's head hurt even more: "What are you doing here? Didn't you give you money to be good?"

Mi'er grabbed Rong Lan's sleeve: "The sisters took the money and went to find a matchmaker. Mi'er asked around and came to look for the young master." She said and raised her eyes to look at the plaque on the gate. It’s the Rong Mansion, that’s right, the name the young master gave our building is also called ‘Rong Mansion’.”

Rong Lan's forehead was full of black lines, and she pulled out her sleeves. When she bought this girl for the first time, she thought she looked sweet, and even matched her eyes.

"I'm not your girlfriend, you've found the wrong person."

"Why not! The young master bought Mier's first night, so he is Mier's best friend!"

Rong Lan reached out to lift Mi'er's chin, making a gesture to kiss her, Mi'er's face flushed red, and she kept shrinking back.

"See, my lord, I want to kiss you, but you refuse, and you still say it's my girlfriend?"

Mier knelt on the ground with a plop: "Young Master, please take Mier in. Mier is willing to serve you as an ox and a horse. You don't know, if Huaniang is not listed, she can return to a normal household registration after she becomes a good person. Marriage and marriage, but if it's up for grabs... Mi'er's first night was bought by the young master, there is really no other benefactor to turn to."

Rong Lan lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Then you can be my personal maid, son. Since I came to this damn place, I have been forced to entangle with men. I almost forgot that I like women."

Mi'er got up from the ground, grabbed Rong Lan's clothes and followed him into the mansion: "My lord, you won't suffer if you take Mi'er in. Mi'er can write, dance, play the piano, draw, and recite ancient poems... ..."

Rong Lan suddenly turned her head, Mi'er was so frightened that she fell silent, and looked at him timidly: "Master...?"

Rong Lan smiled coquettishly: "What else can you do? Can you..."

"Ah! Yes!" Mi'er abruptly interrupted Rong Lan's questioning, and stretched out a finger to poke Rong Lan's waist-length hair: "Mi'er can...comb her hair!"

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough!" Rong Lan was probably wearing too little clothes when she ran out, and now she was cold all over and couldn't help coughing.

Mi'er is small, and Rong Lan Shunqi stepped on his feet, "My lord, are you feeling better?"

Rong Lan nodded: "Okay! Very good!" With this little girl, he will be able to play this game full of fun, it can't be better!Especially when used against someone, even better!

So, a few days later, Rong Lan sat in the carriage back to Beijing, facing Chong Yi who came uninvited, the following scenes occurred.

"Your elder brother is the deputy general of the imperial army, and it is his duty to escort the bait back to Beijing."

"Mier, my lord, I have a headache, you can recite an ancient poem to relieve my boredom!"

"Yes, son! There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown."

"Well, not bad! Recite it again!"

"Yes, son! There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, and look down at your hometown."

"Well, again!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

An hour passed, "My lord, Mier drinks some water first before reciting. Cough! Cough! The bed... Cough! There is moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and think about your hometown."

Heavy Wing: "..."

"Today, the medicine king Chufeng changed the prescription. It's not too bitter. If you don't drink it up, I'll feed you."

"Mi'er, young master, I'm going to drink some medicine, why don't you hurry up and feed your young master!"

"Yes, young master! Please open your mouth, young master, ah—!"

"Is it a little hot? Mier blows for you first."

"Sir, please open your mouth, ah—!"

Heavy Wing: "..."

"Do you have to be in a hurry to make an agreement with me? You have an injury on your wrist, so stop writing!"

"Mi'er, I can't write, my lord, so come over and write for me, I say you write!"

"Yes, young master! Please tell me, young master."

"My lord, you said it too fast, Mi'er couldn't remember it, please say it again."

"That...what did the previous sentence come from? Young Master..."

Heavy Wing: "..."

After less than ten days in the carriage, Rong Lan's health was not good, and he struggled with the heavy wings for days, his heart felt like a big rock was pressed against his heart, he was exhausted and couldn't sleep at night, no matter how expensive the medicine was, he couldn't Thinking it was effective, Wang Chufeng took his pulse three times a day and couldn't see anything wrong, only that he was weak in blood and cold in body.

Rong Lan's ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger. If his illness can't be seen in the game, and the medicine in the game doesn't work, it can only be that there is something wrong with his body in the real world.This is really bad!He has to hurry up and complete the task!

The night was dark, Rong Lan put a ginseng in his mouth like eating candy, lit the oil lamp, and read the memorials that Zhong Yi sat in the car and reviewed continuously during the day. They are about to be taken away, and they will be sent to the capital or all over the country at high speed.

I have to say that Chong Yi is a good emperor who is dedicated to his duties and serves the country and the people!

Many places were affected by the snow disaster a year ago, the spring plowing was over, tax reduction and exemption petitions were submitted one after another, how much money was in the treasury, how much grain was stored in Dazhou, Rong Lan had calculated with one decimal point and one decimal point. Yi was about to go to war, but there was no room for deduction. All the memorials and red pens were written with a strong and powerful word "Zhun".

Looking at the Land of Prosperity, there are quite a lot of "memorials" to report corrupt officials. These memorials are not strictly memorials. Many of them are not qualified and have the opportunity to present to the emperor. The draft papers written by petty officials who harbored revenge but had no way to serve the country, the local draft papers had to go through layers of review before being sent to the emperor's imperial case.For a king, the most important thing is to have audio-visual comprehension, not to be assisted by traitors, and I don’t know where Chong Yi got these drafts, the scripts are written by the imperial pen, the drafts are black, and the small ink black characters, between the lines, give the future of the whole Zhou Dynasty A bright future for a generation of politicians.

Rong Lan thought, if he was an official with sincerity, it would be difficult for him not to be willing to follow such a boss.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" A cloak fell from his shoulders, and his voice was exhausted.

Rong Lan tilted her head: "Aren't you asleep?"

"I'm the emperor and you're not, why bother staying up late with me? Don't let me worry about your poor health."

Rong Lan raised her eyebrows: "Then you don't want to go back to Beijing with me! You insist on sharing a room with me and staying up late at night, obviously you don't want me to sleep."

Zhong Yi sat beside Rong Lan, pretending to be helpless, but in fact he was a rascal: "I can't help it, I sent Wang Chufeng to you to see a doctor, and now I'm injured, so I have to come and squeeze with you, and besides, go back to the capital, I can't take you into the palace, so naturally I have to cherish the time I can spend with you day and night."

Rong Lan was angry, but Zhong Yi's expression was not as good as before, it seemed that he was really injured, and he didn't bother to fight anymore.

Zhong Yi picked up the memorial at hand, and said in a flat tone, "I took care of you a few days ago, and I delayed a lot of business. Today is the last stack, and it will be ready soon. If you want to understand the current affairs, I will talk to you when I have time. Don't worry about it." Look, go to bed."

With an "oh", Rong Lan got up and lay down on the bed, yelling to the outside of the room: "Mi'er, my lord, I can't sleep, come in and play me a lullaby!"

"Yes, son!"