Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Chu Yuheng's "that's good" made Rong Mu speechless.

But seeing Rong Mu's astonishment, Chu Yuheng realized that what he said was inappropriate, and pretended to defend: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I..."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to explain." Rong Mu's face was as cold as a deep pool, with the wind still and the water calm, "It's still the same result after all,? Your Majesty doesn't believe me, just like I don't trust Your Majesty at this moment. If so,? No matter how much your Majesty talks to me, it is not as good as what you will do in the future?"

Chu Yuheng: ...

I don't know when the conversation was brought to the direction of easy disputes, Chu Yuheng became restless: "Then you just wait, Mu."

"Ok?"

"Wait for me to prove—I can protect you at any time."

Rong Mu couldn't help laughing.

Chu Yuheng is not the lingering and sentimental kind in the story book, so saying this now loses some of the bearing that a king should have.

Chu Yuheng in his heart is just,? Now that Chu Yuheng is so biased towards him, Rong Mu never expected it.

But Rong Mu knew that once he said this, Chu Yuheng would be embarrassed.

Still thinking about protecting the majesty of the few kings, Rong Mu silently accompanied him, looking graceful.

Chu Yuheng's cough continued, Rong Mu checked the teacup on the side again.

Not surprisingly, the porcelain cup touched was icy cold.

But now it is late at night, and the people at the station have already rested.

Rong Mu pursed his lips, and finally turned his eyes to the man in black who was covering his lips on the couch: "The water in Your Majesty's room is already completely cold,? If your Majesty's speech is dry and you want to drink water, you need to burn some in person. "

But that new candle was about to burn half, and Rong Mu didn't see the doctor either.

Rong Mu couldn't wait any longer, the movement of getting up still brought up light smoke from the tip of the fire: "I'll go out and have a look..."

But Chu Yuheng interrupted him: "Maybe this inn is too remote? They searched farther away."

Rong Mu pursed his lips when he heard the words, what Chu Yuheng said made some sense, but he was still worried.

So Rong Mu took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to explore.

Following Song Du's previous movements, Rong Mu wanted to put the back of his hand on Chu Yuheng's forehead to test whether Chu Yuheng's body was hot at the moment.

But Rong Mu's approach made Chu Yuheng's whole body stiffen suddenly, and the reality of skin-to-skin contact overwhelmed the tens of thousands of voices before.

The handsome man on the couch forgot to blink.

But in a short while, Rong Mu had fallen back to the original place, the moisture on the eyelashes was as thick as morning dew, but his face was calm and tense: "Fortunately, Your Majesty doesn't have a fever."

But Rong Mu saw that Chu Yuheng was in good condition now, and when he talked to him, his voice was calm and powerful.

Fortunately, there is no wind-cold-damp evil taking advantage of the deficiency to invade.

Unlike when he came back from northern Xinjiang the year before last, he was weak and occasionally caught cold, so that he coughed up blood from time to time, and when he recovered later, the symptoms disappeared.

Rong Mu temporarily saw that Chu Yuheng's complexion gradually returned to rosy, and after a few greetings, he bowed and left.

I don't know what happened to Chu Yuheng, but after Rong Mu returned to his room, he could hear much less coughing.

And his mood is still calm.

It seems that there is something that he can't let go of, once he let go of half of it, even the matter of returning to Haojing is not objected by him in every way.

A good night's sleep.

There was a hustle and bustle outside the post station, and the people on the road started to move before dawn.

And Rong Mu slept very well this time, although the time was short, Rong Mu's energy was particularly good when he opened his eyes again, and his laziness was swept away.

After a simple combing, Rong Mu made sure that the hair in the mirror was not messy, and then touched the lines where the cloak appeared bald at some point, and the cloak had aged with him for some time.

It was scratched once before, and then Song Du took it to the embroiderer of the prime minister's mansion to repair it, adding some dark lines, and it became what it is now.

When Song Du was heard, Rong Mu didn't know how he got along with Hua Huaiyin.

The scene of Song Du getting along with Hua Huaiyin when he and Shen Shumo went to Tainan County years ago came to Rong Mu's mind.

Both Song Du and Hua Huaiyin did not lose weight, and the bitterness did not touch them at all.

Rong Mu couldn't hide his smile, and now his fingertips were caressing the opening on the top of the cloak, carefully pulling the plush on the right side to the left, and only then covered the slit that was so long from the finger.

Just because the seam is covered, doesn't mean the seam doesn't exist.

If he had asked the embroiderer in Lingqi County to mend it before he left, Xian would not have caused him a natural disaster now.

It seems that the three of them have had a very good life this year, but they don't know why General Hua, who is far away at the border, has returned to Beijing.

Then he opened the door and prepared to go to Chu Yuheng's place to have a look.

After all, Chu Yuheng is the emperor, and his body is related to the country and the country.

I don't know if Chu Yuheng's people have found any nearby doctors.

When he stayed here last year, he developed a fever, and He Chao, who was accompanying him, couldn't find a doctor everywhere. In the end, he memorized the previous prescription and asked He Chao to go outside to replace the medicinal materials so that he could come back.

The complicated thoughts in Rong Mu's heart were mixed together, and when he opened the door, he suddenly saw the emperor who had regained his former dignity appear in front of him.

The hair on the side of Chu Yuheng's forehead was a little messy, and even slightly damp. When he saw him coming out, he handed him the oil paper bag that he didn't know where he got it.

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows, the paper bag in front of him exuded a fragrance.

At this moment, the man in black in front of Rong Mu's eyes was also mixed with a strong smell of herbs, bitter mixed with the smell of cooked sesame.

Chu Yuheng avoided Rong Mu's sight, as if he was learning to show kindness to others for the first time, he said dryly: "I picked the sesame seed cakes from the stall outside, I see that there are a lot of people buying them, so I'll give them to you Bring one."

In the end, Rong Mu still took the biscuits that Chu Yuheng gave him.

But what Rong Mu didn't tell Chu Yuheng was that the reason why the sesame seed cakes outside the post station were selling well was because there was no shop in front of the village or back, only an old man came to pick and sell sesame seed cakes every morning. Make up for one point, and you won’t be able to eat other things on the road.

But the taste of this cake is not good.

The cake maker wanted to store the biscuits for a long time. The surface of the biscuits was very old, and it became hard and hard to chew after a long time.

But the pancakes that Chu Yuheng gave him were not bad, they were crispy just out of the pan, and the white sesame seeds sprinkled randomly were also very fragrant.

With the hot water at the post station, Rong Mu slowly swallowed a biscuit, and he rewrapped the remaining one, stuffed it back into the cloak to keep warm.

And Chu Yuheng seems to be in a very good mood today, and he won't be choking when talking to Rong Mu. Rong Mu also deliberately followed Chu Yuheng, considering Chu Yuheng's poor health, and asked him if he wanted to postpone it for a day or two Day and then on the road, but Chu Yuheng said that there was no need.

Seeing how Chu Yuheng could handle it, Rong Mu let him go.

After dinner, Rong Mu was about to go on the road with Chu Yuheng, Rong Mu took a closer look, and there was only a spacious carriage outside.

And the black horse he rode yesterday was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my horse?"

"The servants are going to ride, you can ride with me in the carriage." Chu Yuheng explained, looking away.

Rong Mu raised his head and took a look. The carriage behind Chu Yuheng looked extremely low-key from the outside, but the size of the carriage accommodated the two of them a little bit.

When I get on the carriage, I have to squeeze with Chu Yuheng...

After Rong Mu paused, he immediately raised his eyes: "Your Majesty's body can't be bumped easily, I'd better ride a horse."

"But today you have to travel all day, Ah Mu, you can't bear it."

"..."

Rong Mu remained silent, carrying a sesame seed bag in his arms, amidst the scent of sesame seeds scattered around, Rong Mu's stubbornness and dissatisfaction were vividly displayed.

Chu Yuheng sighed and clapped his hands.

An Er appeared behind him.

"Bring over the horse he rode yesterday."

An Er was surprised.

His Majesty specifically told her this morning to leave the horse that Rong Mu rode yesterday at the post station, why did he ask her to get the horse back now.

His eyes drifted on Rong Mu, An Er finally handed over his hands and went to the back of the post station to bring the black horse out...

And Rong Mu's dullness dissipated completely after he saw the horse that An Er pulled out.

Knead the front knuckles of the thumb and index finger together, and after a few breaths, Rong Mu has already come close to the horse.

Rong Mu stroked the black horse's mane for a long time, watching the horse's head rubbing against his palm with heat, Rong Mu's profile suddenly seemed to be radiant, with a clear smile.

The smile is faint and indistinguishable, like the occasional bubbles rolling out of the deep pool, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Chu Yuheng blinked, at this moment he was actually not sure if he really saw Rong Mu's smile just now.

When the people in front of them see the horse, they forget him.

Chu Yuheng felt a little tastey in his heart.

But Rong Mu didn't realize it yet, and felt drenched in love with the horse's mane.

Occasionally, a floating cloud passed by gently, the sky was faint, and the joy of Rong Mu who was holding the rein gradually faded, and the pure white shoes and boots were in vain. And leisurely.

Seeing that Rong Mu was already riding the black horse he rode yesterday, Chu Yuheng had no choice but to get into the carriage alone.

If he hadn't been injured, then he would be the one running neck and neck with Rong Mu at this moment.

The carriage "Gululu" went all the way along the official road.

It was obvious that Chu Yuheng was injured, so Rong Mu, who was riding the horse beside the carriage, slowed down a bit.

At least it was much slower than yesterday.

And Chu Yuheng sat alone in the carriage, and from time to time he lifted the curtain of the carriage, raised his eyes a little, and Chu Yuheng could see Rong Mu in front of him, who was wearing a plain white cloak, sitting astride the horse.

The horses are also considered to be extremely stable.

Chu Yuheng saw that Rong Mu was holding a whip in both hands, and the high-quality rein was wrapped around Rong Mu's ring finger and little finger, and finally held in the palm of the horseman's fist, and Rong Mu's waist was also straight and black Most of the hair is gathered at the nape of the neck.

Under the sun, there was a wind blowing, carrying Rong Mu's black hair flying up, leaving vague shadows on the sandy soil.

This really made Chu Yuheng feel strange.

His Ah Mu is very literary, studying books and practicing calligraphy, his fame and fortune are in full swing, and his official duties are awkward. Who has ever seen Rong Mu with such a graceful posture of a royal horse.

Chu Yuheng's thoughts were extremely complicated.

Proud and obsessed.

But when Chu Yuheng caught a glimpse of the praise of Rong Mu from the travelers around him, he suddenly woke up from the intoxication just now.

The fists are clenched extremely tightly.

A kind of unhappiness of being coveted for one's own treasure arises spontaneously.

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