share a glass of water with you

The weather finally cleared.

Rong Zhuo made tea, and it is estimated that the little uncle should be waking up soon after his nap.Go lightly to carry the water.

The symptoms of Rong Xuan's nausea are a little better these days.However, people are more prone to fatigue and lethargy.In the past, even if he was asleep, if someone approached him like this, he should wake up immediately.But Rong Zhuo waited outside for a while, but didn't hear Rong Xuan wake up.After a moment of hesitation, he finally opened the door and walked in.

Rong Xuan was still sleeping soundly, he lifted the quilt by a corner, his face was slightly red.

Rong Zhuo took a closer look and made sure that he didn't look uncomfortable. The thin layer of sweat on his forehead was from heat, so he felt relieved.After all, it would be uncomfortable to sweat so much, Rong Zhuo thought about it, brought the basin in, soaked the towel to help him wipe his face.

A second wipe and the towel is blocked.Rong Xuan woke up frowning, touched his wet face, and saw him standing in front of him silently holding a towel, he couldn't explain why he was unhappy at first.

In fact, the hot water is neither lukewarm nor cold, just right.His face was cool, but he felt hot and sweaty all over his body.Looking at the two layers of quilts covered, his face was cloudy for a while, and he lifted the quilts and sat up.He got up too violently, his body felt weak for a while, there were gold stars everywhere in front of his eyes, and the disgusting feeling in his chest suddenly surged up, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable at once.

Rong Zhuo knew that he had a bad temper these past few days, and he seemed to be holding back a burst of anger for no reason.Although I can see it, if you directly ask him where he is uncomfortable, it will definitely annoy him, so I just gently help him with the hand that is not holding the towel.

His hand was pushed away by Rong Xuan, he leaned on the head of the bed and endured for a while, feeling better.He looked up and saw Rong Zhuo was still standing in front of him, secretly looking at himself while concealing his concern.Seeing him, just pretending to be okay and moving away from him—Rong Xuan lowered his gaze along his line of sight, and landed on his abdomen without hesitation—his face turned cold again, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

"Wash your face." Seeing his gloomy expression, Rong Zhuo didn't dare to say much.Turn around and hold the basin in front of him.

Rong Xuan saw that he was doing these things as obediently as Xiao Ruan.What Mingming is holding is just a washbasin, he is even more cautious than Xiaoji is holding the imperial decree.Where is there still half of the dignity and dignity of being an emperor in the past?

The anger in my heart rushed to the top of my head.Seeing Rong Zhuo approaching step by step like this, before he had time to think about it, his body reacted instinctively, and raised his hand to fill a basin of water to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and the house fell silent.The half of Rong Zhuo's clothes were splashed with water, and some were also splashed on the quilt.

Rong Zhuo was taken aback, he had restrained his temper these days, and he was not even annoyed at this moment, instead he said more carefully: "What's wrong with you?"

When Rong Xuan came back to his senses, he also felt that he had gone too far.But he was also unwilling to apologize to Rong Zhuo, and said in a dull voice for a while: "The emperor really doesn't plan to go back to the capital?"

"Do you think it's not good here?" Rong Zhuo didn't dare to answer too directly, but asked tactfully. "You like it there?"

Rong Xuan kept a cold face, too lazy to talk to him.

Rong Zhuo waited for a while, then quietly picked up the basin and went out.He came in with a broom to clean again, and took the wet quilt out to dry.The little uncle has been sitting by the side sullenly.

Rong Zhuo finished cleaning as if nothing had happened, and while looking for something to say to him: "There are a lot of bamboo shoots behind the house, Ruan Bo said that you don't need to keep so many, you can dig some for cooking. Do you want to eat bamboo shoots to cook chicken or Boil ribs?" He said to himself, without waiting for Rong Xuan to answer, he said, "It's better to cook chicken."

Rong Xuan didn't even look at him, but when he heard this, he felt resentment in his heart: You know how to cook, every day you make soup!To drink yourself! ——This does not wrong Rong Zhuo, after all he doesn't have the confidence to cook. Of course it is much easier to make soup, so every dish is soup.

Rong Zhuo couldn't see his slander, seeing him sitting quietly, he felt relieved, took out the short dagger and ran to the back of the house to pick up bamboo shoots.

After digging the bamboo shoots, I looked up at the green mountains and blue sky in the distance, thought for a while, took a knife to cut off a bamboo and dragged it to the front of the house.

He was weeping in the yard and didn't know what to do, Rong Xuan felt agitated when he heard it, and went to see him.

Branches and leaves were scattered all over the courtyard, Rong Zhuo split the bamboo and cut thin strips.A shelf was carefully built and paper was being pasted on it.Seeing him coming out, she raised her face and looked at him: "The weather is so nice, if you're bored, I'll make a kite and fly it together."

Rong Xuan changed his mind, thinking bitterly that maybe it's you who want to play by yourself, but you want to say that I'm bored.He didn't answer him either.It's just that Rong Zhuo has never seen Rong Zhuo do these things before, and he barely looks like it, so he couldn't help but take a second look, then he turned and walked away nonchalantly.

A chair was placed under the shade of the tree, and he just sat there to bask in the sun.Never look this way again.

Rong Zhuo was happy himself, carefully pasted it up, and took out a pen and ink to draw a simple swallow.Baba brought it in front of him and showed it to him.

"Let's go fly a kite."

"No." Rong Xuan said angrily, it was bought for Rong Zhuo to play with when he was a child.Don't say he's not in the mood, he's a grown man, and he still flies a kite.

"Go." Rong Zhuo begged.After a short pause, he whispered again. "Go out for a walk, it's good for your health."

"Don't go." Rong Xuan raised his voice, resisting not reaching out and throwing the kite he had held up in front of him.Majestic emperor, you know how to serve water and tea, cook soup, and fly kites.

During the stalemate, someone knocked on the door outside the house, and a young voice called out: "Rong Zhuo, Rong Zhuo."

It was the boy from the Zhang family that Uncle Ruan had mentioned that day.Rong Zhuo bought two loads of firewood from his family, and the price he paid was higher than the market price.Zhang Ershun was also just sixteen or seventeen years old, he was already curious about these two foreigners, and seeing Rong Zhuo's generous and straightforward actions, he became an acquaintance within two days.

Today he brought over a load of firewood.Rong Zhuo thanked him, and Chai Qian paid a few more coins.But Zhang Ershun didn't leave, stared at the kite, and praised: "Did you do it? The painting is the same as the one bought on the street." Hearing this, Rong Xuan smiled contemptuously, and opened Rong Zhuo's eyes. His eyes were unreasonably angry.

The kite Rong Zhuo made for his little uncle was praised by others, but he was not very happy to accept it.Hide the kite behind your back.

"Let's release it together." Rong Xuan just pushed Zhang Ershun's head, and said calmly.

"Did Uncle Ruan say you're going up the mountain?" Rong Zhuo wanted to say more, but Zhang Ershun pulled him back and smiled at Rong Xuan. "Brother Rong. Uncle Ruan asked me to take him around."

Rong Xuan also waved his hand to chase him away, with a coldness that Er Shun couldn't see in his smile: "I'm recuperating, so you can't stay here all the time."

Rong Zhuo couldn't answer the words, and Er Shun tried to seduce him again and again, so he had to agree to go and come back in an hour.

Er Shun pulled him out of the house, let go of his hand and looked at the kite in his hand, then looked at him and smiled: "Did your brother scold you for doing this?"

Rong Zhuo was listless and responded indiscriminately.

"You are people who can read and write. Your brother must not be happy if you are fond of these things." Er Shun looked at the delicate patterns drawn under the kite again.There was a hint of envy in his eyes, and he smiled softly: "Your family may still expect you to be the number one scholar in your studies, to be named on the gold list, and to be a prince and general in the future, how prestigious."

Rong Zhuo was startled.These words are neither right nor far.This place is not far from the house, I'm afraid my little uncle can hear it, but I don't know how to feel.Busily grabbed Zhang Ershun and waved his hands: "Shh..."

There was a loud crash in the yard, as if Rong Xuan kicked something over.Rong Zhuo's heart tightened, and he was about to turn around and go back.

But Zhang Ershun pulled him up and ran away: "The other day you said you could shoot arrows, so I found a bow. This time we will go hunting rabbits together."