Your Majesty, I am not worthy

When Rong Mu opened his eyes again, the sky had already darkened, but the air in the room became clearer, and the sticky smell before was less.

He touched the position of his body.

There was no warm temperature there, as if that person had never been in his room.

The man next to him was missing.

Rong Mu had just woken up, and his body was uncomfortable, his brows were tightly frowned, and even his breathing seemed to be paused, panting non-stop; propping his elbows on the bed, he sat up leaning on his back, and even fell down, his body began to move again. It was a tearing pain.

He rubbed his waist and stretched his hand over it. His waist was very uncomfortable, and his whole body was in extreme pain as if he had been run over by a carriage.

Not long after he sat up, the outside door opened with a "squeak".

"My lord, are you awake?" Song Du had been guarding outside with a sad face, and now he finally laughed when he saw someone woke up: "This subordinate is going to prepare some water for your lord to wash up now!"

"Wait..." Rong Mu stopped him: "Where did your majesty go?"

"Your Majesty has already returned to the palace for something, and he asked his subordinates to tell the lord that the lord can rest in the mansion for half a month, and go to the court when he recovers from his illness."

Rong Mu nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

Leaning on the soft back, he slowly closed his eyes.

It seems that Chu Yuheng really came.

Presumably it is true, these red marks on his body were brought to him by Chu Yuheng, so Chu Yuheng really said those harsh words in his ear one by one...

Some words cannot withstand scrutiny, and the more you think about it, the more it will break people's hearts.

Chu Yuheng seldom went out of the palace, let alone came to his house, and this time was one of the few times that Chu Yuheng took the initiative to see him over the years.

So did he drive Chu Yuheng away in anger?

Rong Mu thought of what he said when he was delirious during the fever, but it was actually a bit rebellious, at least Chu Yuheng would not be happy when he heard it.

Rong Mu coughed in a muffled voice, and reached out to touch the handkerchief beside the bed to cover his mouth, but Rong Mu saw that the handkerchief was crumpled, and there was still a smell of blood on it.

In his mind, he vaguely recalled what the man had done to him with this veil before, and Rong Mu's fingertips holding this veil were trembling.

When Song Du came in with the basin in his hand, he saw his master holding a mask with an unfathomable expression on his face.

After walking over to take a look, Song Du understood: "Your Majesty must have used this veil, please change it to a new one, Your Excellency."

While talking, Song Du twisted a new towel for Rong Mu, and the white towel that had just been soaked in water was still steaming when it was handed to Rong Mu.

"Thank you."

Song Du is already very familiar with the frequent thanks from his own adults, and now seeing the fine sweat on the face of the person on the couch wiped off by the veil, Song Du reached out to take the towel, soaked it in water and cleaned it again.

"My lord... Did your lord tell His Majesty about your injury?"

"Why are you telling Your Majesty this?"

"But Your Majesty doesn't know anything, your lord's injury is already so..."

serious.

Song Du swallowed the remaining few words back into his throat.

"I'm fine. This is not a serious illness. You don't need His Majesty to know about it." Just after finishing speaking, Rong Mu suddenly coughed violently. He has been coughing non-stop for the past few days, and sometimes blood will be seen when he coughs so badly. .

Song Du saw that the lord was coughing up blood again, he was so worried that he forgot what he was going to say, so he quickly took a fresh veil and came over.

"Lie down first, my lord, I'll call the doctor to come over now and have a look!"

"I'm fine..."

"My lord! Your body is important!"

Song Duhe was almost tired of saying this, now Song Du looked at the blood that Rong Mu was coughing up, and felt a little bit of resentment in his heart.

He has never understood how the Lord and His Majesty get along.

Although your lord is very smart in politics, but you are not smooth enough in dealing with people, otherwise your lord would not have been around for nearly ten years, and you don't have many friends in the court.

Other adults would make appointments to recite poems and paint together in their spare time, while my own adults would either go to the palace after returning from court, or read books and draw characters alone in the mansion.

If it was before, Song Du absolutely did not believe that someone could spend so much effort on one person, and it would not change for more than ten years; especially the adult's temperament is extremely withdrawn, which is completely different from His Majesty's temperament. Such two people, How can we go through ten years together?

But after spending so many years with his own adults, he discovered that there really is such a person who puts other people's joy before his own.

Others say adults are stupid, but adults feel self-sufficient.

……

When the doctor came over, Rong Mu seemed to be much better.

He lazily leaned on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Although his face was calm, when people came closer, they could see the sweat mist between Rong Mu's eyebrows and eyes.

Rong Mu's heart and body were actually not comfortable.

But what can he do if he feels uncomfortable, his body is getting worse and worse, decaying like an old man.

Sure enough, after Dr. Song's pulse was checked and he took a few steps, the expression on Dr. Song's face was no longer relaxed.

"How is your lord's body?" Song Du asked.

"I said before that my lord is weak and shouldn't be overworked...how come I haven't seen you in three months, and my lord has been wasting so much?"

Rong Mu didn't say anything, just pursed his lips and smiled.

It was Song Du who was anxious: "It's all because of the severe cold in northern Xinjiang. My lord developed a high fever within a few days!"

"Actually, my lord's body has long been unable to run around, and I have to take good care of it. My qi and blood are empty, and I am sick from overwork. That's why my lord is easy to cough up blood."

Listening quietly to the doctor talking with Song Du, Rong Mu is like an old well, deep and quiet, Rong Mu leaning on the bed seems to be an outsider.

It was completely dark outside the window at this moment, and a few candles were lit in the room. Although the doors and windows were closed, the bright fireworks swayed from side to side, stretching the silhouette of the person extremely long, and then shortening it extremely short.

Rong Mu's hard work over the years has finally made him sick from overwork. He is indeed too strict in dealing with political affairs, and has suffered from exhaustion for many years. It is not that Doctor Song has not persuaded him to take more rest.

But he kept thinking that if he could handle more things for Chu Yuheng, Chu Yuheng would be able to relax more.

He's overworked, not just to get the job done earlier, but in part because he doesn't want to have free time of his own.

As soon as he is free, the figure of that person will appear in his heart, and it will walk in his heart repeatedly.

He couldn't drive him away, and he couldn't bear to drive him away.

Rong Mu's heart twitched, as if blood was coming out of his heart.

Why did he think of His Majesty coming again?

Pursing his dry lips, Rong Mu slightly turned his head to look at the doctor who was explaining the prescription to Song Du, and for the first time took the initiative to inquire about his condition.

"Then if I want to recuperate well, do I still need to rest for ten days and a half months?"

In just one sentence, Song Du was overjoyed.

Adults are finally willing to take good care of their bodies.

Doctor Song was stunned.

He asked my lord to stop the political affairs and take a good rest. He mentioned it countless times, but the lord declined it.

Adults would rather drink so many bitter medicines and take acupuncture and medicinal baths every day than take some time to rest!

"If your lord really wants to take care of your body, ten days and a half a month will definitely not be enough, but these days are enough for me to help you stop coughing up blood..." Dr. Song replied after consideration, but he also had a measure in his heart.

"Then it's time to work."

Rong Mu's dark eyes flashed across, and then a shallow smile overflowed his lips.

Over the years, he has indeed been too tired.

Sighing silently in his heart, Rong Mu loosened his tired neck, as if he wanted to let go of years of fatigue.