After being scum, the little widow was reborn

In the past, the Tai Hospital was restrained and could only be cured by giving Jiang Rong the medicine and letting Dong Zhi drink milk. Now that he has talked to Jiang Rong, he will start adding other methods.

Rows of silver needles were placed neatly there, Jiang Rong felt pain when he looked at it, how could Dong Zhi bear it because he was so small.

"Is there no other way?" Jiang Rong couldn't bear it. He knew that he was not in good health when he was a child, but he didn't expect that it would be passed on to Dongzhi.

The imperial doctor shook his head. If there were other methods, they would not choose to give acupuncture to a child, after all, it would be risky.

"Your servant might as well leave first, and then come in after the minister's acupuncture is finished."

"No need." Jiang Rong gently hugged Dongzhi, Dongzhi smiled when he saw him, his big eyes were dark and bright, which made Jiang Rong even more unbearable, "I hug him, afraid that he will move around."

"it is good."

Dong Zhi didn't know what was going to happen, so he clapped his little hands in Jiang Rong's arms, his smiling eyes were bent, Jiang Rong hugged the naked Dong Zhi, and kissed his forehead, "Dong Zhi is sick, grandpa doctor will give you Dongzhi treats illnesses, Dongzhi doesn't cry, okay?" After speaking, Jiang Rong signaled the imperial physician to start.

After the first needle was inserted, Dongzhi tilted his head and looked at it. Maybe he didn't feel any pain yet. After the second needle, Dongzhi's face changed, and his small mouth was about to cry. Jiang Rong's eyes were red, just like Dongzhi. Crying, he also followed the trend of crying, and the tip of his nose was red when he endured it.

Dong Zhi didn't cry, he probably saw Jiang Rong, kept looking at Jiang Rong's face, and tried not to cry, his big eyes were moist, and his fleshy hands were tightly clenched, he couldn't cry. Make trouble, be good.

The imperial doctor practiced acupuncture very smoothly. He had never seen such a sensible child in all these years, and Dongzhi was only six months old, which was really surprising.

"I heard a saying before that some children are born to repay kindness." Dong Zhi in front of him might be.

The tears that Jiang had endured for a long time dripped down when the imperial physician finished saying this, and rubbed against Dongzhi's little face, Jiang Rong wiped away the tears from his face, and replied with a smile, "Dongzhi has always been very good, He's my luck."

Whether it was in his womb or after birth, it was always him, an incompetent father, who deserved better parents.

Seeing Jiang Rong crying, Dongzhi also opened his mouth wide and began to cry, his small body trembled and hiccupped, looking so pitiful, Jiang Rong hugged him to comfort him, humming a light nursery rhyme, The imperial doctor left after seeing this.

"The minister will come back tomorrow."

"Okay, Doctor Zhang, go slowly."

A few months passed slowly. In September, it often rained heavily. Jiang Rong lay in bed and couldn't sleep. He had been like this for several days.

After giving birth to Dongzhi, he suffered from the cold. His body has not been very good. It is not obvious in the warm spring. In the rainy season, as long as it rains, Jiang Rong will feel pain all over his body. His hands, but what he couldn't bear the most was his lower abdomen. He tossed and turned on the bed in pain, unable to sleep.

The next day when the sun rose, the pain stopped. Jiang Rong drowsily hugged Dongzhi to make up for sleep. This sleep lasted for a whole day. When he woke up again, Dongzhi grabbed the clothes on his chest to find milk for himself. A tall figure stood in front of him, startling Jiang Rong.

"Is something wrong?" He doesn't really distinguish between two people now, they can't be separated, and he can't always check whether there is a birthmark or not.

"I'll come and see Dongzhi."

"Your Majesty cares about other people's children."

Said to come to see Dong Zhi, Lu Ganjun's eyes never left Jiang Rong, Jiang Rong couldn't sleep at night recently, and so did he, even for a long, long time.

Obviously he shouldn't get used to it, but he would wake up because he couldn't reach anyone at night, and he couldn't fall asleep again.

Jiang Rong knew what he meant, pulled off the man's clothes and saw that it was indeed a fake Lu Ganjun, but the "fake" Lu Ganjun had hurt him countless times under Lu Ganjun's behest, Jiang Rong couldn't give him a good face .

"Are you so deeply involved in the drama? Can you tell me when it was you and when it was him?"

It takes countless lies to make up a lie, Lu Ganjun's eyelids drooped, and his voice was always cold and low, "It's always been me."

"So what are you doing here?"