Be an official

"Master, this is Young Master Rong's itinerary for the past few days." Qu He handed Shao Yan a piece of paper with black characters on a white background.

Shao Yan lowered his head to drink tea, wrote down the information on the paper, and thought back and forth whether there was anything that was missed. He frowned. In the capital city.

Later, Rong Lingjun's whereabouts were unknown. Shao Yan pinched the white paper and thought, according to the development of his previous life, he and Chen Huanluo did not know each other now. If I remember correctly, Chen Huanluo entered the palace as an official this year. Later, she married him.

And the first two years before he entered the palace, Shao Yan had some headaches, he had no memory of it at all, if Chen Huanluo hadn't taken the initiative to contact him in his previous life, he thought maybe he would not have any entanglements with him until later, perhaps, only the hatred of destroying the country.

What kind of identity will Rong Lingjun be in this future conspiracy?

Is he involved with people in the Northwest?

Shao Yan pinched his eyebrows, it was the third day, the third day Rong Lingjun was poisoned.

After not sleeping all night, Shao Yan went into the palace just after dawn, and when he came out, it was almost noon, so the carriage stopped directly at Rongfu.

Rong Lingjun felt that there was some pain in his back, a bone-piercing pain that spread from the spinal cord to the head, and even the cold couldn't compare to this kind of pain.

He felt the viscous and bitter medicinal juice being poured into his throat, and then filled his chest. He coughed hard and retched until his lungs felt pain, before letting the medicinal juice soak into his body.

He took a deep breath, a little dazed, not knowing where he was.

He slowly opened his tired eyes. There was only dim candlelight in the room. He vaguely saw someone sleeping quietly on the table in the room. He coughed twice, trying to attract the attention of the servants in the room.

Chen Huanluo raised his head uncomfortably, pinched his numb arm with the other hand, heard the coughing sound coming from the bedside, and as expected, shifted his gaze to Rong Lingjun's side face.

He poured a glass of water, which was cold.

Walking over, he lifted Rong Lingjun's shoulders and let him drink the tea with his own hands, letting the cold water drip wet the front of his chest inexperiencedly.

Rong Lingjun grasped his wrist, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" The room was too dark, and he had just woken up from a coma, so it was obvious that he was not very clear.

Chen Huanluo whispered, "You're awake. I'm Chen Huanluo."

Rong Lingjun lay down on the bed exhausted, gasped twice, closed his eyes and felt Chen Huanluo put down the teacup, then put his warm hand on his wrist, and then pressed on the acupuncture points on his chest and abdomen .

"Huan Luo..." He closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice, and got a cold hum from the man, "What's wrong with me."

"Poisoned."

For some reason, Rong Lingjun wanted to smile a little. It was as simple as he expected. He felt Chen Huanluo's body temperature, which was obviously colder and lighter than his own, but now he felt as comfortable as warm water.

"thank you"

Chen Huanluo covered him with the quilt, stared at the person who had fallen into a coma again with light eyes, showing a bit of dignity, this thank you, pressed heavily on his chest.

When he woke up again, it was already bright outside the house.

The servant who accompanied him hurriedly helped him up, fed him hot water, and then some soup. From the gap between the crowd, Rong Ling saw the person who was sitting calmly at the table in the house, holding a straight back and writing with a Langhao pen. Show a faint smile.

Shao Yan walked in with a red lacquer basket and saw Rong Lingjun who was sober, "Young Master Rong, you wake up, it's good to wake up, the emperor is very worried, let me come and see you." Shao Yan said while walking Go to Chen Huanluo and put the basket in front of him.

"Have you had lunch yet?"

Chen Huanluo shook his head and kept writing.

Shao Yan pinched his pen, "Stop writing, I brought you delicious food. Why don't you remember that you have to eat, and you are still a doctor?"

Chen Huanluo glared at him, put down his pen, and said in a small and cold voice, "I won't starve to death."

Shao Yan suppressed a smile, reached out and flicked his smooth forehead quickly, "I will feel bad when I am hungry, Huan Luo, do you always want to hear me say this?"

Chen Huanluo stared at him angrily and surprised, obviously he didn't expect the prime minister's thick skin.

"How is Young Lord Rong?"

Chen Huanluo ate slowly, "The poison has been cured."

Shao Yan nodded, remembering something, glanced at the waiters around the bed, and said in a low voice, "I already know the poisoner." After he finished speaking, he looked sideways at Rong Lingjun, as if In the casual chat, Chen Huanluo's sudden surprise and panic were captured in his eyes from the corner of his eye.

Shao Yan wanted to smile, but found that he couldn't laugh. He held back and said with a cold smile, "Although Young Master Rong has not been officially canonized by the emperor, it's almost too soon. Alas, I don't know what happened. The matter, Wubei Hou Ye will love his son eagerly, and immediately recall Rong Xiao Hou Ye."

He said intentionally or unintentionally, but his heart became colder and colder. Chen Huanluo remained silent until the meal was finished. Shao Yan took him up to bid farewell to the people in the Rong Mansion. Rong Lingjun's poison has been cured, and Huan Luo is not needed. Waiting by my side again.

Chen Huanluo followed Shao Yan into the carriage. The carriage was just moving, and it was a little unstable. Chen Huanluo didn't sit still and tilted slightly towards Shao Yan, but Shao Yan leaned on him and pressed him directly into his arms. Shao Yan silently pressed his chin on the On his shoulders, a little depressed, he stroked his blue hair with his palm.

Shao Yan's mood changed too quickly, he was smiling just now, but now he exudes alienation and silence, Chen Huanluo thought for a while, and asked softly, "What's wrong."

Shao Yan took a deep breath and said sullenly, "I was frightened by the poison of the young master."

Chen Huan Luoli was taken aback, and chuckled, "Your Excellency, the prime minister, is tall and powerful, but he is so timid."

Shao Yan's big hand caressed behind Chen Huanluo, holding him tighter in his arms, where Chen Huanluo couldn't see, his eyes showed a bit of cruelty.

Silent night.

Someone in the room appeared out of nowhere, Chen Huanluo was sitting in front of the bed with his clothes intact, the room was pitch black and dim.

"Explain." He said indifferently.

Bai Zhaoyu said softly, "I don't need to explain to you, you just need to do what you should do."

"Rong Ling is from the Jianghu."

"No, he is the beloved son of Lord Wubei."

"The Marquis of Wubei is the elder brother of the late empress." Chen Huanluo whispered through gritted teeth.

Bai Zhaoyu showed a contemptuous smile, he approached him, lowered his voice, and said slowly word by word, "What about your relationship with the emperor?"

Chen Huanluo's eyes widened, the innocence in his eyes became dim in the darkness, he was expressionless, his face was pale, and he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't utter a single word, as if falling into the icy darkness in an instant.

Yes, so what, the one who should be killed is not the whole family.

So what, have you already begun to be soft-hearted to others?

Bai Zhaoyu said in a low voice, "You should know how to deal with the Gu worms that fell on Rong Lingjun. The Marquis of Wubei had corresponded with Mr. Wang in the early years, so we don't have to worry about these, Huan Luo, you just need to remember that only Sir can give you what you want."

Did not get a reply, Bai Zhaoyu continued, "I found that the prime minister really treats you very well."

Chen Huanluo raised his head abruptly, and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want?"

"Ah, I don't do anything, I just found something interesting. I'm thinking about whether to report it to my husband."

In the dark, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he hated it from the bottom of his heart, "Shao Yan is just a powerless prime minister, he is of no use to us."

"Whether it is useful or not is not up to you and me. Besides, I don't believe that what happened in the court has nothing to do with Shao Yan, otherwise I wouldn't be needed."

Bai Zhaoyu continued, "Rong Lingjun, you need to get in touch with him more." He disappeared from the room strangely after speaking.

Only the person who closed his eyes tightly against the bed rail was left behind.