The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 437 My name is Yun Qing
When Jun Rong stood up with strength, his eyes went dark, his head fell into the old man's arms, and he passed out.

Zhang Lao's expression changed immediately, and he held the lantern and reached out to clasp Jun Rong's wrist to feel his pulse.

While feeling his pulse, he glared at his master, "Look at what you did, he was already injured, and you made him so tired!"

The old man couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "It's a big deal, it's not that his old injury has recurred, it's just that he was dizzy from too much force just now, just go in and lie down for a while and he'll be fine."

As he said that, he leaned over and hugged Junrong's leg, carried him on his shoulders, and walked into the bamboo building like this, "What are you still doing in a daze, quickly illuminate the front, it's black and black, if I go with him I fell, and I'll see how you explain to others tomorrow."

Zhang Lao: "..."

What a man you are!
Zhang Lao held his breath, strode forward with a lantern in his hand, and kicked open the door.

Old man: "...if you kick down my door, you will be rolled to sleep in the woods for me tonight!"

Zhang Lao: "..."

He stared at the old man's face for a moment, lowered his head in compromise, retracted his legs, patted the door panel comfortingly, smiled at the old man, and made a gesture of please.

This dog-legged appearance amused the old man.

The old man carried Jun Rong directly to the second floor and put him in the guest room.

Zhang Lao put the lantern in the corridor, went into the house and lit the oil lamp in the house.

A bean lamp swayed in the night wind, and the jumping light fell on Jun Rong's face, revealing a bit of sickness.

The old man looked carefully for a moment, frowned, and then said to Zhang Lao: "Go downstairs and get my medicine box."

"Hey."

Suddenly, creaking footsteps sounded in the quiet bamboo building.

After a short pause, it rang again, and Mr. Zhang walked in carrying the old man's elderly medicine box.

Without waiting for the old man's order, he turned back to his room and took the teapot and tea bowl to pour a glass of water for Jun Rong, put it aside, and then waited quietly without speaking.

The old man withdrew his hand and snorted softly: "This kid is seriously injured. Thanks to the good doctor beside him, otherwise, if he didn't get timely medical treatment, he would have gone west by car."

"He does have a guard who is proficient in medical skills by his side, named Tsing Yi."

"I don't care what his name is, and you don't have to tell me. I'm not interested in other people. This kid came to me and fulfilled my request. I'll treat him by the way. He's lucky. I'm in a good mood today. That’s right, otherwise others wouldn’t have such a good thing.”

As the old man said, he took out the silver needle from the medicine box, took off Junrong's clothes, and tied it near his heart.

After a while, needles were inserted in several major acupuncture points all over Junrong's body, and at first glance, they looked like silver hedgehogs.

"Well……"

As the old man dropped the last needle, Jun Rong snorted and slowly opened his eyes.

He was dazed for a moment, and his eyes fell on the old man beside the bed. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the old man glared at him and said, "I'm busy now, so I don't have time to talk to you."

Jun Rong: "..." Even more at a loss.

When did you make him angry?Why is your tone so aggressive?
Zhang Lao couldn't stand it, and said softly to Jun Rong: "You don't need to pay attention to him, my master has such a temper, he can't speak by nature, just get used to it, he has no malicious intentions."

The old man glared at him: "You are the only one who can speak with a long mouth."

Zhang Lao smiled awkwardly, and decided not to be as knowledgeable as him, "My lord, how do you feel now?"

"I'm a little dizzy, my legs hurt a little, but everything else is fine."

Jun Rong's voice was a little hoarse. He licked his dry lips and relaxed again when he saw that he was not in any danger.

The old man got up and said to Jun Rong: "My name is Yun Qing, you can call me Yun Lao."

Jun Rong nodded obediently: "Old Yun, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing how well-behaved he was, Elder Yun's expression softened a little, "You are much better than my bastard apprentice. If you had been born a few years earlier, I would have taken you as an apprentice."

Zhang Lao: "???" Then I go?

Jun Rong pursed her lips and smiled, "Mr. Yun, don't make fun of this junior. Mr. Zhang should have told you the purpose of this junior's visit. I wonder if Mr. Yun will agree?"

"Do you think I will bring you to my bamboo building if I don't agree? Not everyone can live in this room."

Hearing what he said, Jun Rong's heart was finally relieved, and he looked at Yun Lao gratefully: "Thank you."

Mr. Yun raised his hand and said coldly: "You don't need to thank me, I only agreed to you because you fulfilled my request. To put it bluntly, you and I are just in a transaction relationship, so you don't need to be so polite with me."

"You are an elder, and I am a junior. Even if you don't agree to help, I should be more polite to you."

Yun Lao snorted when he heard the words: "You have a stubborn temper."

Guessing that it was almost time, he leaned over and pulled out all the needles from Jun Rong's body.

Jun Rong felt that his body was particularly relaxed, as if the place that had been blocked before had opened up, which made his whole body feel warm.

"Are you... treating my internal injury?" Jun Rong asked hesitantly.

Yun Lao raised his eyebrows, "What else?"

He turned around and picked up the tea bowl on the table and handed it to him: "Run your throat before you talk, it's as ugly as a duck's quacking."

Junrong: "..."

Zhang Lao didn't hold back, and laughed.

After drinking a bowl of water, Jun Rong felt that his whole body had recovered a lot. Although his head and knees still hurt a little, they were all tolerable.

"The Tai Tuo is not in Fengguo now. Although you promised to help me cure her, it is not good to tell you to run around and hide with us. Can you trouble Mr. Yun to wait here until I rescue her? Treat her?"

Jun Rong held the bowl and looked at Yun Lao by the dim candlelight. He didn't pay attention before, but now that there was light, he could see Yun Lao's appearance clearly.

"I'm getting old, and I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay here. Whenever you bring someone here, I'll treat her."

Yun Lao took the empty bowl from him and put it back on the table, then sat down by the table, "It's getting late today, and it's not convenient to go down the mountain, so you can stay here and let him find you a quilt later .”

"Okay, then the junior will bother you."

Mr. Yun was also looking at him. Jun Rong had a tough outline, but his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, with a hint of gentleness in his sharpness. He was a little cold when he was not smiling, but he was extraordinarily good-looking when he smiled.

"You boy is more beautiful than big girls. How can ordinary people be worthy of you? Presumably your grand tutor is also first-class and good-looking?"

Jun Rong didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "The Tai Tuo is so magnificent, naturally I can't compare with her."

"What do you like about her? Appearance, ability, or character? You have only known each other for a few years, why are you so determined to have her? You even kneel down to save her. Is she that good?"

Yun Lao sat at the table in a casual posture, with a posture of asking questions.

　The explosion is over, and the saved manuscript of the chapter is gone... so empty.

　　Let’s talk about it next time when I regain my energy, I love you guys, Chumi~
　　
　
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