Years in Anyuan.

After the doctor Huaiqing went to give Rong Ming's pulse, Jiang Lao waited aside and hurriedly greeted him, "Doctor, is he seriously ill?"

The doctor Qingshan holding the medicine box paused and looked at Huaiqing, who winked at him.

Doctor Qingshan sighed, "His Royal Highness has been working too hard these days and has been slightly affected by the cold. At this time, the conversion is not serious. You just have to stay in bed and do not catch the cold. The old man prescribed a prescription and fried it every day. Take it and it will be fine within seven days."

"Seven days..." Jiang Lao squeezed his fingers and frowned, "It's been so long..."

"Overwork becomes sick, so I have to take more time off."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he looked at Huaiqing again, his eyebrows moved slightly.

He has been practicing medicine in the past few decades, and he has seen ladies and aunts in high-class households pretending to be sick and competing for favor. For the first time, he saw a man pretending to be sick.

Just pretending to be sick this person is the now well-known King Qi, he didn't dare to say anything, and glanced at Huaiqing.

The old doctor was found by Huai Qing, and what he said now was that Huai Qing had told him in advance.

Seeing that Huaiqing's expression seemed to be satisfied with what he had just said, the old doctor also relieved his heart and said to Jiang Lao: "If there is nothing else, the old man will leave first."

"Mr. Laofan has gone this way." Jiang Lao turned to look at the maid beside him, "Luan Yin, go and see this doctor off."

Rong Ming sat by the window, his arms propped up, his face idle, his black hair hanging on his shoulders, he never said much, he kept looking at Jiang Lao who was talking to the doctor.

His eyelids were slightly closed, and his already narrow eyes looked more slender, as if they were too sleepy and deeply ill.

Jiang Lao watched Huaiqing and the maid to send the doctor out, and sat down in the armchair by the table.

The maid sisters had all gone out, and only her and Rong Zhen were left in the house.

She looked worriedly at Rong Ming's sick face, "Last night, you didn't have to go out in such a hurry."

Even if I go out again in the daytime, I am afraid it will not affect much.

She knew his intentions, but watching him ruin her body like this, she inevitably became angry with her distress. For a while, he was spoiled with teeth and claws, and she stretched out her fingers to press his forehead with her expression as if to blame.

Rong Chen followed her movement and raised his face, he smiled faintly, "I know I was wrong."

Jiang Lao thought about what he said that he knew what was wrong, and didn't say whether he would not change it next time, so she pursed her lips.

Bacheng

Is not changed.

She sighed helplessly, and said, "I'll give you a decoction."

As soon as she turned around, she didn't go out for half a step, crossed a hand on her waist, and sank with her strength, so that she could sit down uncontrollably and into his arms. Jiang Lao struck out for a while but couldn't break away, and his eyebrows frowned and glanced back.

Rong Ming’s chin rested on her neck, his expression looked comfortable and comfortable, his arms were tightly circled, Jiang Rao gave him a light push, but he still couldn’t change his situation. Without moving, she sighed again, "Why are you so strong?"

Isn’t it a replacement?

"Naturally." Rong Ming's voice was faint, tilted his head, and whispered in Jiang Lao's ear: "Don't go."

Jiang Lao looked down at the arm he was blocking her waist, and her clothes were deeply wrinkled. She bit her lower lip, and her heart trembled because of his deep voice, and she turned her head aside. Partially, "I just went to take a look at the fire."

Rong Ming's arms circled tighter, "Let the maid go to the decocting medicine, you are here with me."

"The doctor said, you can't catch the cold anymore." His chin always rested on Jiang Lao's shoulder, like a small animal, slowly napping it twice, relying and affectionate, sighing, and murmured, "Hold you, I It's not cold anymore."

Jiang Lao's neck was itchy, but when he thought of her returning to Ning'an Bo's house without saying hello when he was ill, she felt guilty in her heart, so she willingly became a human-like heater.

She couldn't bear it until his hand peeked into her skirt, she gritted her teeth and turned her head, "Rong, 渟."

Rong Ming looked at her innocently, his eyelashes trembling with the blinking of his eyes, but he didn't move his hands at all, and said to Jiang Lao, "The doctor said, I can't catch the cold anymore."

He was sick, just like he won a gold medal for avoiding death.

It is true.

As soon as he said that he was sick, Jiang Lao's heart softened. Even if his actions were lawless enough to make her blush, she blushed and indulged.

But she looked down at the bulging marks on her clothes. She was so nervous that she turned her head and glanced out the window frequently, always worried that there would be a maid who cleaned the yard passing by, and what she saw, this worry made her bite. Lips, the rosy lips were bitten with slight white marks.

Rong Chen stood up and hugged Jiang Lao for a while. When he reached the side of the couch, he pressed her down onto the bed. After he tore off the curtain on the bed, he used both hands and feet to hold Jiang Lao in his arms. .

Jiang Lao was a little uneasy when he touched the bed. She intended to let him go to bed alone for a while to make up for the rest, instead of sleeping with him.

His body looks thin and weak, only she knows how distinct his figure is after taking off his shirt, and he is very heavy on his body.

This posture made Jiang Lao uneasy for no reason. He was about to warn him not to be ill and fool around. He lowered his head, only to see that his eyes had been closed.

In other words, she just meant to hold her to warm her body, and she looked quiet and simple.

Jiang Lao didn't speak anymore. When he fell asleep, he moved his stiff body and wanted to stay, only to find that even though he was really asleep, the arms that circled her were so tight that he could hardly escape.

She stretched out her hand and put her hand in the palm of Rong Ming's palm, wanting to try the warmth of his palm.

The change is not as warm as her hands.

Jiang Lao dismissed the thought of leaving, and his little hand was shrunk in Rong Ming's hand without taking it out, and he did not move aside at all, continuing to be his human-shaped heater.

This situation... is really strange and familiar.

She waited for his hand to warm up a bit, then took it out of the quilt, and saw a few strands of hair falling on Rong's face, stretched out her fingers, and moved slightly to reveal his face.

She stared at his beautiful face, and she gradually lost her mind.

He is a bit older, his face is not much different from when he was younger, but his expression is getting more and more easy-going.

It was a far cry from her appearance when she first met him.

But sometimes, he changed to coincide with the appearance of the person in her dream.

Such as this moment.

Jiang Lao is sure, she must have dreamed of a scene similar to this moment

He forced her to climb onto his bed, grabbed her wrist, and kept it up all night.

And she didn't dare to escape, shivering with fear.

Staying next to a bloodthirsty and greedy person, can't walk all night, sleep and don't dare to sleep, there is the danger of turning around at any time, how can you not be afraid?

His temperament is always happy and sometimes angry, he goes crazy, no one dares to approach him, even if he is extremely intelligent and has great power in his hands, he can't be liked...

Jiang Lao knew that it was the power that was piled up with bones, and the cruelest person could sit in his place. Under the power, there were countless killings and calculations hidden.

She was afraid of his high position, and even more afraid of the means by which he would gain power. Even if she was accustomed to being soft-hearted, she could only be afraid of disgusting this kind of cruelty that seemed to be an unintentional generation.

Jiang Lao looked at him for a while, lowered his head, and put his ears close to Rong Ming's heart. Hearing his steady and powerful heartbeat, his heart numb slightly.

Those dreams, she now thinks about it again, she is a little scared.

Although I was afraid of changing, it was a little sad.

How could she not be sad if the person she likes will live like that.