Time Traveling: Yuanyuan Chaos

Dragon Rest Hall.

After listening to Ning Fei's report, Bailizheng was silent for a moment.

"You go back and guard first."

"Yes."

Bailizheng walked back to the bed, intending to continue sleeping, but his footsteps stopped when he reached the bed, and he froze for a while, finally he opened the window and jumped into the darkness.

...In Fengluan Palace, the main bedroom was so dark that there was not a single ray of light.

Bai Lizheng stood outside the window and listened to the faint weeping sound coming from inside. It was obvious that the owner of the sound didn't want anyone to find out, because the sound was buzzing through the quilt.

He stretched out his hand to open the window gently, and the bright moonlight poured into the room along the gap, just right on the large and gorgeous bed, and the person covered with the quilt protruded in the middle, because he was immersed in his own world, and did not notice anything outside the quilt. The world has changed.

Bailizheng looked at it for a long time before he jumped into the room and quietly looked at the ball of objects through the quilt.

The sobbing sound was very depressing, but it didn't stop. Its owner was really sad, and the buzzing sound was very pitiful.

Bailizheng sighed imperceptibly.

The sobbing lasted for a long time before it slowly weakened, and gradually disappeared completely, and what came was the sound of slow and gentle breathing.

Bai Lizheng stepped forward and gently pulled back the corner of the quilt. The moonlight shone on the face with red nose, red eyes, and cheeks stained with tears. The beautiful eyelashes were wet and stained with tears. It was unspeakably pitiful, but it was such a pitiful person that Bai Lizheng couldn't take his eyes off for a while, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his heart, and wanted to wipe away the tears on this face.

Compared with his life span of almost 60 years in his past and present lives, Rong Fan is too young.The current change is probably the biggest one in Rong Fan's 20-plus years of life, no matter how heartless he is, he can't be indifferent, not to mention this person is not as rough as he looks on the surface.

The smoothness of the air made Rong Fan gradually fall asleep, but he still frowned unsteadily, clutching the quilt tightly.

Bai Lizheng looked at him quietly, decided to follow his own thoughts, carefully lay down beside Rong Fan, and slowly wrapped him in his arms.

Feeling the warmth of his body, Rong Fan, who felt a sense of security covering his whole body, gradually relaxed his frowning brows, and fell into a deep sleep...

There was warmth covering him in the haze, and after relying on this heat source, Rong Fan fell asleep peacefully and felt dawn. He turned over, rubbed the quilt, rolled on the bed again, and finally opened his eyes slowly.

It was already bright outside, and the scorching sun outside the open window cast a dazzling white.But the inside of the house is very cool, because the high roof here is spacious and does not hide heat. There are several wooden buckets filled with ice cubes in the corner of the house, which exudes a slight coolness.

Rong Fan was just surprised, he fell asleep so deeply, and it was almost noon now.

There was a creaking sound from the palace door, and Xiao Lezi looked over with his head poking around, "Your Majesty is awake?"

"Didn't I open my eyes?" Rong Fan got up with a black thread on his head and got off the ground. The first thing he did was to look for the mirror, and found that although it was still a mess, at least it wasn't the same as yesterday. , suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

He already knew the strange thing that happened to his head yesterday!

"Just now you haven't woken up yet. Eunuch Ganji came over to pass on the emperor's order. The prime minister will return to Beijing in a few days and will visit you as soon as possible." Xiao Lezi came over and said while helping Rong Fan get dressed.

"Prime Minister? Why did he come to visit me?" Rong Fan was very puzzled. Why did a prime minister come out suddenly? There seemed to be no such person in the dream.

"The Prime Minister used to come here every year. This time, I heard that you were sick, so I rushed back to visit you as soon as the political affairs were over." Xiao Lezi quickly helped Rong Fan get dressed and started to comb his hair. .

"What is my relationship with him?"

"It seems to have something to do with your mother's mother, because in the past every year he entered the palace the day before your mother's birthday." Xiao Lezi skillfully tied her hair and tied it tightly with a delicate headband.

At this time, Yun Jin brought a few palace servants in very appropriately, carrying the washing utensils, Xiao Lezi stepped aside, and Yun Jin took over.

Rong Fan's sore eyes felt much more comfortable after washing, but they still looked a little swollen.But Yunjin, Xiao Lezi and the rest of the palace servants didn't seem to notice, they dutifully dressed him up.

"Your Majesty's complexion has improved a lot today. Eat something before Imperial Physician Chen arrives. The slave has already cooked the medicine. After you finish eating, the temperature is just right enough for you to put in your mouth." Yun Jin said.

Rong Fan immediately wrinkled his face, "Bitter."

"Bitter medicine." Yun Jin said solemnly and solemnly, "Your body needs to be recuperated right now, and you can't relax for a moment. I have missed the medicine this morning, and now I have to drink this pair. Well, it's a waste of talking now It's been a while, so hurry up and eat."

When Yun Jin said this, the outer hall had already set up meals, which was very efficient.

Rong Fan still wanted to ask about the prime minister, but he was brought to the dining table first, while Yun Jin stood aside and stared at him eating, and then stared at him as he finished drinking the big bowl of black medicine, which made him suffer so much. His entire face was wrinkled together, and even being stuffed with candied fruit in time couldn't make up for his suffering taste buds.

... Who is the master, I really want to cry!