Seeing Zhao Mu leaning on the pillow a little tiredly, his eyes drooping, and his slender fingers pinching the silver wine glass, as if he might let go and throw the wine glass on the ground at any time, Rong Zhao drank the wine in the wine glass and put it on the table, and said: "Wang Ye is still sick, it really shouldn't be so spiritual, although it is said that Chinese New Year's Eve needs to be kept to pray for his parents, but I want to come to Concubine De Niangniang is reluctant to keep Wang Ye sick and keep the year." I'm really tired from a long day here, and I want to go and take a break. ”

Zhao Mu raised his eyes to look at Rong Zhao, and nodded clearly: "In this case, Qingya, you can take Rong Gongzi to the guest room to rest." ”

"Yes." Qingya bowed in response.

Rong Zhao got up and arched his hand towards Zhao Mu: "Lord Wang, take a rest too, your body is important." ”

Zhao Mu nodded slightly: "Tomorrow morning, you will enter the palace to worship your father and queen, you should get up on the fourth watch, there are many rules in the palace, I am afraid that you will be difficult to adapt to for a while, this king will arrange for Huo Yun to accompany you." ”

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Rong Zhao sincerely thanks.

Zhao Mu smiled slightly: "You're welcome." ”

"Then I'll quit." Rong Zhao said on his lips, but he didn't want to leave in his heart.

"Have a good rest, to be honest, this king is really tired." Zhao Mu said, and he also leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Rong Zhao glanced at the pale handsome face again before leaving, sighed silently, and turned around and followed Qingya out.

Because Rong Zhao was the only guest who came to King Rui's Mansion on Chinese New Year's Eve, Mother Song gave him the best treatment and packed up the best guest rooms in King Rui's Mansion for him to live in. Not only did he thoughtfully prepare new clothes, new shoes and new hats, but even Mei Ruo was treated as a guest.

Rong Zhao was already tired, and he was even lazy after drinking, and he didn't want to wash his face, so he dragged his robe and went to bed, Mei Ruo brought a basin of warm water and twisted a handkerchief to wipe his face, and asked with concern: "Childe is tired, right?" ”

"Well, it's fine." Rong Zhao replied weakly, and suddenly sat up again.

Mei Ruo was not taken aback, hurriedly took a step back, and asked, "Childe, what's wrong?" ”

"Ruo'er, do you think that King Rui's face is not quite right?"

"King Rui's face?" Mei Ruo thought about it carefully, shook her head and said, "There's nothing?" Isn't he sick? It's just a pale face, and most of the patients are like this. ”

"That's not right!" Rong Zhao shook his head slowly, "I don't think his lip color is right - his face is pale and bloodless, why is his lip color as red as blood?" ”

"Yes! Childe didn't say that the slave and maid had forgotten, and the slave and maid also thought about it at that time, this patient was pale and pale due to lack of qi and blood, and his lips should be pale and dry. King Kerui's lips look redder than normal......"

"No way!" Rong Zhao said, then pulled his shoes and walked out.

"Hey, Childe! Where are you going? Mei Ruo hurriedly threw down the handkerchief, took Rong Zhao's robe and chased after him.

"There must be something strange about this, I have to enter the palace early tomorrow morning to congratulate him, I have to explain this matter to him tonight."

"Childe! How do you explain this? There's nothing hard to say about this! ”

"Then I can't just watch ......"

A firework suddenly bloomed in the air, accompanied by a 'bang' sound, which forced Rong Zhao's unfinished words down. The master and servant stood at the door and looked at each other silently,

Mei Ruo looked at Rong Zhao's calm face, and whispered: "Childe, this matter is really hard to say. ”

Rong Zhao looked at it, "Ruo'er, today we stepped into the gate of Rui Wang's Mansion, and Ming'er walked out of the gate of this palace early in the morning, what do you say the magnates in the imperial capital city will think?" ”

"They will naturally think that Gongzi has a good relationship with King Rui." Mei Ruo whispered.

"Not only that, they will think that I have been used by King Rui, and even they will think that the people of Jingxi Houfu are under the command of King Rui." Rong Zhao sneered slightly when he spoke, and a cold glimmer flashed in the peach blossom eyes that were originally fascinating, "So, after tonight, whether we want to or not, people will tie us up with King Rui." ”

"The slave and maid understand." Mei Ruo replied in a low voice.

"You help me spread the news and ask Zi Ji to come to Rui Wang's Mansion tomorrow." After Rong Zhao finished speaking, he raised his hand to wrap the cloak tightly and hurriedly walked to King Rui's inner study.

Zhao Mu had already fallen asleep in a daze, but was woken up by Mama Song's voice outside, and when his consciousness returned, he vaguely heard Mama Song's extremely dissatisfied voice: "It's already this hour, my prince is not in good health and just fell asleep, can't the son say anything tomorrow?" ”

"Mama?" Zhao Mu had already guessed that Rong Zhao was back again, so he raised his voice and asked, "Is it Rong Gongzi?" ”

The bead curtain on the bedroom door rang softly, and Mama Song came in and replied, "Lord, Gongzi Rong said that there is something very important to ask the prince." ”

"Please let Mr. Rong come in." Zhao Mu said.

"Yes." Mama Song responded and turned around to open the bead curtain, and said with a gloomy old face: "Young Master Rong, my lord invites you in." ”

Rong Zhao didn't care about dealing with an old woman, so he hurriedly entered Zhao Mu's bedroom and walked to his bed, and said in a low voice: "Lord Wang, your illness is strange. ”

"What?" Zhao Mu's eyes tightened, and his hoarse voice seemed to have substantial weight.

"If the prince can trust me, show me the pulse case and prescription diagnosed by the imperial doctor from the beginning when you were sick, and it is best to show me the medicine residue." Rong Zhao said in a low voice.

Mama Song couldn't care about being angry at this time, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhao Mu up and sit down, and said anxiously: "Young Master Rong, this is not a trivial matter. From the imperial concubine to the prince, no matter whether it is a major illness or a small disaster, all the pulse case prescriptions must be archived, and if you want to take these things to see, it will definitely alarm many people! ”

"Is it your lord's life that matters, or is it important to alarm those people?" Rong Zhao asked coldly.

Mama Song didn't know what to do for a while, and she didn't expect that this son-in-law, who was still smiling and whispering softly just now, and only knew how to talk about those ups and downs, suddenly became so scary, so she didn't dare to interject casually.

Zhao Mu pondered for a long time, and said with a positive color: "Young Master Rong, this king knows that you won't joke about this matter, but tonight and tomorrow are not the time to turn over the pulse case, and after tomorrow, this king will find a way to find out the pulse case archive for you to see." ”

"Okay." Rong Zhao nodded, stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed with his feet in front of the bed.

Zhao Mu's eyes tightened, and his voice was lowered: "Then now, can you tell me why you can conclude that my illness is strange?" ”

"I'll talk about this later, let me cut the pulse first." Rong Zhao said, reaching out and grabbing Zhao Mu's wrist and cutting his fingers on Zhao Mu's pulse.

For a while, the two of them stopped talking, the room was quiet, the smoke in the Boshan furnace was thin, straight and curling, and the sound of the wind gargling outside the window was clear to the ears. Zhao Mu looked at the delicate embroidery on the collar of Rong Zhao's plain white brocade robe, and was in a trance for a while.

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Today is Children's Day!

Happy holidays, dear drops, don't be too playful, be careful of bedwetting at night! O(∩_∩)O haha~