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Year-old Anyuan.
After the doctor Huai Qing went to give Rong Ting his pulse, Jiang Rao waited at the side and hurried up to meet him, "Doctor, is he seriously ill?"
The doctor in green shirt holding the medicine box paused for a moment, then glanced at Huai Qing, who winked at him.
Doctor Qingshan sighed, "His Royal Highness has worked too hard recently, and has caught a little bit of wind and cold. It is not serious at this time, but I just need to stay in bed and rest. Don't catch the cold. The old man prescribed a prescription, decoction every day. After taking it, it will be fine within seven days.”
"Seven days..." Jiang Rao clenched her fingers and frowned, "It's been so long..."
"I'm sick from overwork, so I need to rest for a while."
After the old doctor finished speaking, he looked at Huaiqing again, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly.
He has been practicing medicine for decades, and he has seen the wives and aunts of high-ranking families pretend to be sick to compete for favor, but this is the first time he has seen a man pretend to be sick.
It's just that the person pretending to be sick is the now famous King Qi, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he glanced at Huaiqing.
The old doctor was found by Huai Qing, and the words he said now were all told by Huai Qing in advance on the way to find him.
Seeing Huai Qing's expression seemed to be satisfied with what he just said, the old doctor also felt relieved, turned his head and said to Jiang Rao: "There is nothing else, the old man will leave first."
"Mr. please go through this." Jiang Rao turned to look at the maid beside her, "Luanyin, go see this doctor off."
Rong Ting was sitting by the window, with his arms propped up, his face resting on his face, his black hair hanging down his shoulders, he didn't say anything, he kept looking at Jiang Rao who was talking to the doctor.
His eyelids were slightly closed, and his long and narrow eyes looked narrower, as if he was extremely sleepy or deeply ill.
Jiang Rao watched Huai Qing and the servant girl take the doctor out, and sat down in the armchair by the table.
The maids and servants all went out, and she and Rong Ting were the only ones left in the room.
She looked at Rong Ting's sick face worriedly, "Last night, you didn't have to go out in such a hurry."
Even if he went out during the day, it probably wouldn't affect anything.
She knew what he was thinking, but seeing him ruining her body like this, she couldn't help but feel angry in distress, and she was also pampered by him a while ago, stretching out her fingers and pressing his forehead, with a look of reproach.
Rong Ting followed her movements and raised his face, he smiled faintly, "I know I was wrong."
Jiang Rao weighed in her heart that he only said that he knew his mistake, and didn't say whether he would correct it next time or not, so she pursed her lips.
80% is not changed.
She sighed helplessly, and said, "I'll make you a decoction."
As soon as she turned around, she didn't take half a step outside, a hand was put across her waist, and her strength sank, making her sit down uncontrollably, and sat in his arms. Jiang Rao struggled a little but couldn't get away, she frowned slightly and glanced back.
Rong Ting's chin was resting on her neck, his expression looked comfortable and at ease, his arms were tightly wrapped around him, Jiang Rao pushed him lightly again, but it still didn't change his situation at all, his body couldn't move at all. Without moving, she sighed again, "Why are you so strong?"
Are you still sick
"It was born like this." Rong Ting's voice was flat, he tilted his head, and whispered in Jiang Rao's ear, "Don't go."
Jiang Rao looked down at his arm around her waist, causing her clothes to be deeply wrinkled. She bit her lower lip, her heart trembled when disturbed by his deep voice, and she turned her head to the side. Offended, "I just went to see the fire."
Rong Ting's arms tightened, "Let the maid cook the medicine, you stay here with me."
"The doctor said, I can't suffer from the cold anymore." His chin rested on Jiang Rao's shoulder all the time, like a small animal, slowly rubbed it twice dependently and intimately, sighed, and murmured, "Holding you, I It's not cold anymore."
Jiang Rao's neck was itchy from being rubbed by him, but when she thought of how she went back to Ning'anbo's mansion without saying hello when he was sick, she felt guilty, so she willingly made a stove in his shape.
It wasn't until his hand poked into her skirt that she couldn't bear it any longer. She gritted her teeth and turned her head, "Rong, Ting."
Rong Ting looked at her innocently, his eyelashes fluttered with the blinking of his eyes, but he didn't move his hand at all, and said to Jiang Rao: "The doctor said, I can't suffer from the cold anymore."
He is sick, as if he has won a gold medal for avoiding death.
And it is true.
As soon as he said that he was sick, Jiang Rao's heart softened. Even if his actions made her blush, she still blushed and indulged him.
But she looked down at the bulging marks on her skirt, and was so nervous that she turned her head and looked out of the window frequently, always worried that there would be a maid cleaning the yard passing by outside, what she saw, this worry made her clenched her teeth Lips, the red lips were bitten with slight white marks.
Rong Ting stood up abruptly, carried Jiang Rao in his arms and walked for a while, and when he arrived at the couch, he pushed her down on the bed. After tearing off the curtains on the bed, he used both hands and feet to hold Jiang Rao tightly in his arms. .
Jiang Rao felt a little uneasy when she touched the bed. She originally wanted him to sleep on the bed alone for a while to catch up on sleep, not for her to sleep with him.
His body looked thin and thin, only she knew how well-defined his body was when he took off his clothes, and it weighed heavily on his body.
This posture made Jiang Rao inexplicably uneasy, and was about to warn him not to mess around when he was sick, but when he lowered his head, he saw that his eyes were already closed.
He really acted as if holding her was just to warm his body, his appearance was quiet and innocent.
Jiang Rao stopped talking, and when he fell asleep, he moved his stiff body and wanted to lie down, but found that even if he really fell asleep, his arms around her were still tightly wrapped around her, and he could hardly break free.
She stretched out her hand and put her own in Rong Ting's, wanting to try how warm his palm was.
Still not as warm as her hands.
Jiang Rao gave up the idea of leaving, she kept her small hand in Rong Ting's, and didn't move her body to the side at all, continuing to be his human-shaped heater.
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This situation... is really eerily familiar.
She waited for his hands to warm up before taking them out of the quilt. Seeing a few strands of hair falling on Rong Ting's face, she stretched out her fingers and moved them slightly to expose his face.
She stared at his beautiful face, gradually fascinated.
He is a little older, and his face is not much different from when he was young, but his expression and temperament are becoming more and more easy-going.
It is very different from the appearance when she first met him.
But sometimes, he still overlaps with the person in her dream.
For example at this moment.
Jiang Rao was sure that she must have dreamed of a scene similar to this moment—
He forced her to climb into his bed and grabbed her wrist, not letting go all night.
And she didn't dare to run away, she was trembling with fear.
Staying next to a murderous and bloodthirsty person, unable to walk all night, afraid to sleep, and in danger of turning around at any time, how could he not be afraid
His temperament is sometimes happy and sometimes angry, and he is crazy. No one dares to approach him. Even if he is extremely intelligent and powerful, he cannot be liked by others...
Jiang Rao knew that it was the power that was piled up with bones, and only the most cruel people could sit in his position. Under the power, there were countless killings and calculations hidden.
She is afraid of his high position and power, and even more afraid of the methods he used to gain power. Even if she is always soft-hearted, she can only fear and hate this kind of cruel person who seems to have no intention.
Jiang Rao looked at it for a while, then lowered her head, and put her ear close to Rong Ting's heart, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her heart felt slightly numb.
When she thinks about those dreams now, she is still a little scared.
Although I am still afraid, it is mixed with a little sadness.
How could she not feel sad that the person she liked would live like that.