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"It hurts?" Rong Xuan asked slowly while pressing his shoulder to keep him from moving.

The imperial physician became more and more frightened, fearing that the injury was not caused by a fall, he took a few steps closer to take a closer look.

It was rare for the little emperor to see him finally get close, and he was overjoyed.It was just like a needle prick, the pain flashed through the lungs.He didn't take it to heart at all, annoyed that the imperial doctor was busy.He wanted to turn to look at Uncle Jiu, but was pressed so tightly that he couldn't turn his head.I had to try my best to suppress my face and smiled: "But even if I hit it, it doesn't hurt too much."

Rong Xuan didn't intend to get out of the way, and let him stand there feeling uneasy.After a while, he hummed, and said in a low voice: "Give the wound medicine to Xiao Ruan, and rub it on the emperor later. You can go out."

The imperial physician took some ointment for activating blood circulation and removing stasis and handed it to Xiao Ruan, carefully instructed the usage and dosage, and left in a low voice.

Xiao Ruan sent him away.Glancing at the maids and eunuchs, they quietly exited the palace.

"It will hurt a little, Your Majesty bear with it." Rong Xuan did not let go, leaned down and whispered in his ear.Did not wait for him to answer.The strength of his hands has already induced vomiting.

The warm breath brushed against his ears, and the little emperor couldn't help but feel his heart soften, and his heart was shaking.The pain suddenly tangled between the heart and lungs, and it was more intense than before.Remembering his words, he finally didn't call out.After enduring it for a while, the cramping pain dissipated little by little, replaced by a burst of warmth, spreading.

Rong Xuan let go of his hand: "It's okay." His tone was weak, but he seemed to be slightly relieved.

"Little uncle?" The little emperor rolled up his clothes and was finally able to turn around.The expression on his face was suddenly horrified.

Rong Xuan supported himself on the back of the chair with one hand, barely stood up, his blood almost faded away.Powerless to say more, I just stared at the emperor.The words are low and hoarse but clearly distinguishable: "Son of a thousand gold, don't sit in the hall..."

The little emperor didn't know what to do, thinking about today's affairs, after all, he was out of style.Feeling guilty and annoyed, he lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Seeing that the emperor agreed to come down, all the strength he had been holding on to finally dissipated, and he fell limply against the chair.But his mind was still a little lucid, the little emperor came to help him in panic, and at the same time asked Xiao Ruan to announce the imperial physician.With all his strength, he grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Keep quiet." Rong Xuan suppressed the blood churning in his chest.His eyes gradually turned black, and in the bouts of dizziness, the little emperor seemed to have tears streaming down his face.He only said in a low voice: "The emperor promised to send the minister out of the palace..."

However, in a daze, it seemed that Rong Zhuo was crying and hugging him, but he couldn't hear what he said clearly.With the last effort of consciousness, Rong Xuan instinctively stretched out his hand to push back, the strength was so weak that he could hardly feel it. "...I don't want you to be in Fengxing Palace..."

The voice was almost inaudible, but it smelled of desperate struggle.The little emperor was slightly taken aback with tears in his eyes.Looking down at the person in his arms, there was an indescribably sad and sad frown on his pale face.

The lamp is covered with a light-colored cover made of light gauze, and the light is comfortable and soft.

"Wake up." The old eunuch looked forward happily.Said softly with a suppressed voice.

The moon-white plain gauze moth curtain was raised, and on the sandalwood desk not far away, two elm-leaved plums were inserted in the sapphire thin-bodied appreciation vase.Every scene is very familiar.It's not in Fengxing Palace, but his residence in the palace when he was young.The eunuchs in front of him all took care of him when he was young.The scene in front of me can't help but feel a sense of trance.It seems like yesterday was just a dream.He was still the prince when he was young.

Rong Xuan curled up and sighed slightly, an earth dragon appeared in the room.Being warm, he didn't feel cold either.No more chest tightness, no body discomfort.It's just that my whole body is weak, and I am lazy and don't want to move.

"Master is tired. I finally woke up." The old eunuch was assigned to him since he was a child, and his eyes were full of sincerity and joy at this moment.

"Where's the emperor?" Rong Xuan was in a trance for a moment, then suddenly woke up.Struggling to get up.

Xiao Ruan was also there, hurried over to hold him carefully, and also said softly: "The emperor is fine."

Following Xiao Ruan's eyes, he saw Rong Zhuo moved a brocade stool and sat at the end of the bed.Probably tired from guarding, the upper part of his body lay on the bed and fell asleep with his arm on his head.His face was still facing this way, and his breath was heavy.

Rong Xuan was helped up by Xiao Ruan, and leaned against the bedside to look at him.

The bruises on Rong Zhuo's shoulders and back looked like a bruise, but it was actually caused by the cold force invading his body, and it was the most difficult to guard against.Rong Zhuo didn't have those experiences in the world, and he was defenseless.The man acted in a hurry at the time, and only then did he show his traces.On the surface, it looks like nothing, but it is only a few months early and a few years late, and it will inevitably invade the heart and heart slowly, but it will not be easy to detect at that time.If it is mild, it will become a solid disease and die, and if it is severe, it will be fatal, and medicine and stones are difficult to reach.Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and it was suppressed temporarily. It only needs to be adjusted and resolved slowly.

Rong Xuan was also afraid when he thought about it.At that time, I was extremely negligent, I didn't think that with Rong Zhuo's skills, although there are more ordinary tea customers, he will be there because of him.Recalling that the faces of several guests were all unfamiliar and ordinary, and they were not at all eye-catching.He also thought if he really had never sent the emperor back to the palace, or if the imperial physician was absent-minded during the examination of the injury.How to imagine the consequences.In this way, it can't help but be a little thrilling.

Seeing him sleeping peacefully from time to time, I felt relieved for a moment and lost my mind in a daze.

The room is warm, and the young emperor is in good health.I don't feel cold when I sleep with my clothes on, and I grab the quilt with one hand, and my face flushes when I sleep.The face is chiseled and childish.When you fall asleep, you will be carefree.The brows and eyes are relaxed, peaceful and serene.

This is obviously still a half-grown child, without the slightest aura of being a king.

The previous anger and indignation actually felt a little disheartened at this time, and what suddenly appeared was some helpless and hopeless loss of strength.

"It's not that the emperor won't send you back, my lord, but I can't send you back like this." Seeing him staring at the emperor silently, Xiao Ruan hurriedly explained to the little emperor in a low voice. "The emperor was so anxious, he kept guard for most of the night, but later..." Then he fell asleep.Xiao Ruan took a peek at the little emperor who was sleeping soundly, but couldn't continue talking.

At this moment, the old palace man came over with a bowl of porridge, just in time to make a rescue.It was rare for Rong Xuan to feel nauseated, and slowly ate half a bowl.

Xiao Ruan felt a little relieved, took the bowl to clean up: "My lord, rest and go to sleep, don't accumulate food."

Rong Xuan slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.Standing in front of the bed quietly watching the little emperor.Xiao Ruan wanted to persuade him, but he raised his hand to stop him, his voice was flat: "Don't disturb, let him sleep." The old palace man didn't know why, seeing his calm expression, he took a thick robe and put it on for him.

Xiao Ruan had no choice but to carefully carry the little emperor to the bed, take off his shoes and socks, and pull the quilt to cover him up.There was still warmth in the beating, Rong Zhuo turned over, but Yuzu didn't know it.

"Bring the emperor's court clothes. When the time comes, remember to call the emperor to court early." After Rong Xuan finished speaking, he turned and left the hall.Xiao Ruan was startled, and was undecided whether to wake up the little emperor.Seeing that the old palace man also followed out, he felt relieved and shouted in the room without daring to make any noise.I only hope that the little emperor will come to bed early by himself.

The sky is still dark, and the palace gate must not be opened yet.Although he has a talisman, he doesn't want to provoke criticism.After standing there in a daze for a while, he walked to the side study.

"Does the lord want to read? It's rare for you to come back, and you're still sick..." The old palace man was used to him reading in the middle of the night, so he went forward to light the lamp on the table for him.Looking at his face, he was a little worried, and he murmured.

Rong Xuan sat down slowly by the desk, stared at the desk in a daze, and remained silent.The old eunuch looked at the table: "After the master moved out of the palace in the past, the prince at that time remembered the past, and no one was allowed to touch these things, and no one else was allowed to live in this palace. Although the prince will live in the mansion, all the palace people will stay. In the same place. The emperor still comes and walks around from time to time. All the arrangements are still the way the prince lived at that time."

Rong Xuan looked at each one carefully as if waking up from a dream.After he left the palace, he had been a soldier for several years, and when he stayed overnight in the palace, he was still stalked by Rong Zhuo, even if he walked occasionally, it would only take a moment, at this time, he heard the eunuch talk about it, so he paid attention.Sure enough, there was no trace of dust on the desk table, and there was another bunch of winter jasmine planted in the vase at the corner of the table. The flower cores were fresh and lively, and they were swept and replaced every day.Looking at the half-read books on the case, they are still stacked exactly as they were when they left.

"It's cold in this house, my lord, go back to the palace." The eunuch was still muttering beside him.

Seeing that he didn't read books, the old palace man was a little puzzled.Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he felt that the house was damp and cold, so he went out, and after a while, someone brought in two stoves.Still the servant of the past.