The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 334

Before Jun Rong finished speaking, Zhang Lao was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "How do you know that brown sugar ginger tea is for women?"

Junrong: "..."

Zhang Lao: "..."

The two stared at each other for a moment, Jun Rong swallowed with difficulty, and said in a rough voice: "There are many women in Xianrong Palace, and they often drink. After a long time, I know more or less."

Zhang Lao responded dryly: "Oh..."

Seeing his reaction, Jun Rong had an answer in his heart, but he subconsciously didn't want to believe it.

"Mr. Zhang, you haven't said what happened to Ziyi?"

Zhang Lao looked at Xiao Yu, who was unconscious, and said hesitantly: "This... is weak, chronic illness is difficult to cure, but the wind and cold are almost cured, but there is a little problem, and it needs to be recuperated for a while."

"Small problem? What small problem?"

Jun Rong's face turned cold, "Mr. Zhang, what can't you say? You want to keep it from me?"

Zhang Lao sighed, but refused to speak.

What should he say?He promised Xiao Yu that she would not disclose her identity as a woman, it was one thing for Jun Rong to see it, but it was another for Jun Rong to say it himself.

If he said it, it would be a breach of faith, he can't say it!
Zhang Lao got up sullenly, "This old man is going to give the prince an injection. If you have any questions, you may as well wait for the prince to wake up before asking. Don't embarrass the old man."

Jun Rong gritted her teeth. Seeing his firm attitude, she knew that he would never say anything, "Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't ask any more. Let Ziyi wake up first!"

"Then you avoid it first." Zhang Lao crazily stepped on Jun Rong's bottom line to test.

"What am I avoiding—" Jun Rong was taken aback, touched his nose uncomfortably, turned around and sat down at the table, and said with his back to them: "I won't go out, you just need to give the needle, and I promise not to look back."

Zhang Lao: "...All right."

Treatment is the most important thing, the rest... let them solve it by themselves.

Zhang Lao took out the silver needle, twisted it between his fingers, and untied Xiao Yu's coat with the other hand.

The room was extremely quiet for a while, and no one spoke again.

A focused coma, a focused needle injection, and a focused one—wandering.

The scenes of getting along with Xiao Yu these years passed through Jun Rong's mind like a revolving lantern.

He carefully analyzed the clues, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkled more and more.

"Um……"

A faint hum sounded, and Jun Rong's heart seemed to be squeezed by someone. He stood up suddenly and almost turned his head.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Lao glanced at Xiao Yu slowly.

Xiao Yu's eyelashes trembled for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, stared at Mr. Zhang beside the bed for a while, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Tsk——your voice is like a broken gong, it's better not to talk."

Zhang Lao pulled out the silver needles one by one, Xiao Yu looked down, his eyes became uncomfortable.

No wonder it feels cold.

"Cough... Mr. Zhang, I've been taking the medicine you gave me all the time. Are you okay?" She looked at Mr. Zhang's serious profile and asked with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Lao didn't raise his eyelids, and pointed at Jun Rong behind him, "Your Majesty has something to ask you, so think about it first."

He put away the last silver needle and put it back into the medicine box. He stood up and said calmly, "You have been drugged by Tsing Yi, and it will take a while for you to recover. I'll make the medicine for you. You lie down on the bed. Don't move around."

As he said that, he strode out, and when he passed by Jun Rong, he kept his eyes on him, as if he didn't see anything, and he was only thinking about boiling the medicine.

When he got out, he closed the door with his backhand, and immediately his facial features twisted, "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death, let them get along with each other for the rest of the time, I'll slip away first."

"Mr. Zhang? Why did you come out?"

"Phew - I was taken aback!"

As soon as Zhang Lao just turned around, he almost bumped into Tsing Yi who came in with a copper basin, and hurriedly jumped back.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Tsing Yi blinked in confusion.

Zhang Lao hurriedly waved his hand at him, leaned forward, and said in a low voice mysteriously: "Come out as soon as you send the things in! Don't say I didn't tell you, you have to stay a little longer and watch your head!"

"Ah?" Tsing Yi looked at Zhang Lao blankly, but Zhang Lao had already left with his hands behind his back.

"What and what..."

He knocked on the door and asked, "Your Majesty, may I go in?"

Jun Rong's eyes were glued to Xiao Yu's body and he wouldn't let go. Hearing this, he said without turning his head, "Jin—"

Tsing Yi pushed the door open and came in, holding the copper basin firmly in one hand, and felt the subtlety of the atmosphere as soon as he stepped in.

"Uh..." Why did His Majesty stand by the table without moving?Why didn't the master speak when he sat up?

He looked from one to the other, and for a moment he wanted to pull his foot back.

"Hehehe, the master is awake, that just happened to take off the mask."

Xiao Yu looked up at him, and nodded lightly, "Let's go out after putting down the water."

"Hey, good!"

Tsing Yi twitched and placed the copper basin on Xiao Yu's bedside, turned around and wanted to leave, and then saw Ning Zhao coming in with a mahogany tray, on which was not only a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea, but also...

When seeing that thing clearly, Jun Rong's pupils shrank suddenly.

Ning Zhao and Tsing Yi, who was walking outside, looked at each other, and obviously sensed that something was wrong. She glanced at Jun Rong, but didn't understand why he was still there. The question came, should she go in?

In the eerie silence in the room, Xiao Yu slowly opened his mouth: "Put your things down, you can go out too."

"My lord?" Ning Zhao pursed her lips and looked at Jun Rong.

Jun Rong felt even worse.

Xiao Yu shook his head: "I have something to talk to Your Majesty."

"Yes……"

Ning Zhao put the things on the table, and walked out the door step by step.

The moment the door closed, Jun Rong's eyes darkened slightly, and all the previous emotions had settled down. He walked to the bedside and sat down step by step, facing Xiao Yu face to face.

The two of them just looked at each other silently for a moment, and thousands of words were put into their eyes, which finally turned into a long silence.

"Is there anything you want to say to me—"

"I have something to tell you—"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and a look of astonishment flashed across their faces at the same time.

"Heh...then you ask, you ask, I can tell." Xiao Yu leaned on the bedside, just looking at Junrong with calm and gentle eyes, silently sighing in his heart, this child doesn't know how to run away After a long time, he became thinner and darker, and the blackness in front of his eyes was too obvious, and when he was illuminated by the dim light, he became more and more emaciated.

Looking at the distress in Xiao Yu's eyes, Jun Rong felt sore, and turned away, "It's better to take off your human skin mask first, looking at this strange face, I can't ask."

Xiao Yu nodded, "Okay."

She reached for the copper basin beside the bed, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

"Don't move, I'll do it!" Jun Rong hurriedly got up and threw the handkerchief into the basin, took it out and wrung it dry, and gently wiped it along the contours of Xiao Yu's face.

　I lost my horse, I finally waited for you, my mother is very pleased
　　
　
(End of this chapter)