Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Wearing an azure blue robe, Wen Li has a handsome appearance, and is currently playing with a long sword in his hand.

Seeing his carriage stop, Wen Li's sharp blade slipped into the scabbard.

Unexpectedly, it was Wen Li who greeted him first, Rong Mu watched Wen Li's carriage approaching step by step, and his throbbing heart calmed down.

"My lord Rong? The next official is Zuo Ji, Wen Li, who just entered the court."

Wen Li saluted him, and it was an official salute.

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tightly clenched fists were now loosened: "I have met you before, so there is no need to be polite."

He was already sitting on the carriage, he was half a body taller than the person standing below, and now the person in front of him bowed his back to salute him, his appearance did not have the haughty look when they first met.

But after Rong Mu asked Wen Li to stand up, this feeling was fleeting, as if this person was born to be glamorous and arrogant.

"Now that I have an official position, I will be taken care of by Lord Rong in the future." Wen Li carefully studied Rong Mu's face when he said this. Those who are recuperating in the mansion and cannot leave the mansion, where is the Prime Minister coming from now?"

Rong Mu was still thinking about Wen Li's previous sentence, and Ming Zhan's eyes were calm: "I came back from Zuixian Tower, I didn't expect to meet Mr. Wen halfway."

"Zuixian Tower..." Wen Li narrowed his eyes, and the slightly raised eye tails looked very beautiful in the snow light, "If the lower officials are not busy catching people now, we must go there and have a taste. His Majesty also mentioned to the officials that he would try it in the future."

When Chu Yuheng was mentioned suddenly, Rong Mu's heart fluttered slightly.

Last night Chu Yuheng even came to his house to be intimate with him.

As soon as such thoughts popped up, Rong Mu couldn't help but be taken aback by his sudden thoughts.

"The food is really good too. Mr. Wen should try it more when you have time." Rong Mu was noncommittal, looked away from Wen Li's face and looked at the extremely lively group of people outside the house, and asked calmly Said: "I don't know what case Mr. Wen is busy with, but he came here to arrest people?"

"Your Prime Minister is interested? But this is the official business of a subordinate official. Even if you are the Prime Minister of a country, you can't go so far... Your Lord Prime Minister came back from northern Xinjiang and hurt your body, so you should take good care of it in the house." In vain of His Majesty's wishes."

Wen Li's face regained the arrogance it had when they first met.

Being humiliated at the moment made Rong Mu stunned for a moment.

But he figured it out quickly.

Wen Li could stay by Chu Yuheng's side, so he would naturally know who he was.

They are colleagues in court and opponents in private.

He couldn't compete for the positions of the people around Chu Yuheng himself, and he had no intention of competing now, but in Wen Li's eyes, he might still be a thorn in the way between him and Chu Yuheng.

Accepting all the arrogance of the man in front of him, Rong Mu was not annoyed by Wen Li's negligence, he was only angry that he would still be upset because of Chu Yuheng's private affairs.

Especially Wen Li's face changed very quickly, the latter sentence was not so much a concern and greeting, but actually more like a warning to him in place of Chu Yuheng.

Injured body, do more rest.

Chu Yuheng is asking him to delegate power...

There are always turmoil in his heart, and Rong Mu's face is still calm: "In this case, I wish Mr. Wen all the best."

"Chengyan." Wen Li bowed his hands and sent them off.

There was a faint interest in Rong Mu Liuli's eyes, and then he glanced at the noisy Zhenbei General's Mansion, the jade hand bones loosened, and the curtains of the carriage closed.

It was still lively outside, but when the curtain of the carriage was pulled down, Rong Mu's expression turned cold.

It is really inconvenient for him to take action on the matter of Hua Huaiyin.

Rong Mu breathed a sigh of relief and called out, "Adu, let's go."

Along the way, Song Du didn't dare to speak much.

The official named Wen Li smiled when he mentioned His Majesty, and his words were quite familiar, and it seemed that his lord's unhappiness in returning to Beijing was all due to that person.

Back at the mansion, Song Du carefully served his master.

Today's trip was quite tiring. It was already late when we returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Rong Mu had an itchy throat and started to cough not long after. Fortunately, the doctor came to check his pulse. His breath was weak but still in order. He only ordered daily medication. It cannot be cut off at will.

Rong Mu had to use dark concoction after dinner.

Reminiscent of the rumors he has received recently, Chu Yuheng's distrust of him is already on the surface, and his house does not know how much Chu Yuheng's eyeliner is hidden...

Rong Mu suddenly darkened his eyes.

The freshly decocted medicine was too hot, Rong Mu only took a sip and put it aside.

With the smell of bitter medicine, butler Zhou respectfully entered the study before Rong Mu just picked up the paintbrush: "My lord, Your Majesty has sent the imperial physician here."

Rong Mu stopped writing the inscription, and a drop of rich ink quietly engulfed the picture of red plums breaking through the snow that he had just sketched.

He said that he didn't need the imperial doctor in the palace, but Chu Yuheng still sent it.

What he doesn't want to do, he has to do in the end. After all, it's because he doesn't belong to him.

Putting down the pen, Rong Mu lowered the deep meaning in his eyes: "Let someone come in."

The imperial doctor who came was not a stranger, before Rong Mu fell ill in the palace, Song Baizhen also came to see him a few times.

Song Baizhen is an old imperial doctor in the palace, and his medical skills are indeed not bad.

When he stayed in the palace at the beginning of the night before, the two of them were mostly passionate, but when they were on the couch with Chu Yuheng, they would always have a fever the next day, and Song Baizhen would take care of him every time.

Song Baizhen knew about all the shameful things, and when Rong Mu saw Song Baizhen coming forward with a medicine box, he inexplicably let go of his guard: "I'm sorry."

Song Baizhen felt the pulse and came to a conclusion that was not much different from that of Doctor Qi in the family.

His body was exhausted, he lacked energy and blood, and when Rong Mu opened his underwear, the bruises on his chest were also serious, which made Song Baizhen feel thrilled.

"My lord, this is it?"

"I hit the incense burner before." There was a charcoal fire in the room, but he still felt cold, so he put his clothes back together, and Rong Mu chewed and asked with a smile, "I can still take care of my body." Is it?"

"It still needs to be taken care of carefully." Song Baizhen looked sour, thinking about how to use the medicine, when he saw the small bowl of concoction left on the table, he couldn't help saying, "Your Majesty, he asked the old man to stay in the prime minister's mansion to watch for the adults. Let the old man stare at some adults, don't worry too much about government affairs, your body is the most important thing."

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows, but did not stop: "In that case, I would like to thank Your Majesty for your concern."

When Song Baizhen left with the housekeeper, Rong Mu was still disappointed.

Song Baizhen's last sentence, Rong Mu has heard it for several times today.

If Chu Yuheng had been so concerned earlier, he would have liked Yu, but now that Chu Yuheng sent someone to monitor him, his words and deeds seemed to him to be a sign that the emperor didn't trust him.

Chu Yuheng was already suspicious, but since he sat in such a high position under Chu Yuheng's nose, he would naturally stand out.

Recalling the fate of those officials that Chu Yuheng dealt with over the years, Rong Mu pondered whether he should leave early.

The old man is gone, the new man is here.

Chu Yuheng is taking care of Hua Huaiyin now, how long will it take to deal with him...

The second time Song Du came in to remind him to drink the medicine, he saw his master staring at the ink-stained red plum figure in a daze, while the soup beside him had already gone cold.