Canglan Empress

Chapter 690 Rong Jin is sick 3
After speaking, he turned around and backed out.

Rong Jin looked at the closed door, put his hand on his forehead...

Miscalculation.

A heart of stone... once again proved the boy's heart of stone.

Rong Jin frowned deeply, and couldn't help but feel distressed, how could he break through the young man's defense?

Is it really necessary to spend a lifetime studying with him?

Naturally, Rong Jin doesn't mind being by Yaohua's side for the rest of his life, but now that Yaohua is only 13 years old, there are already dubious girls around him...

When the day he comes to rule the world, will all the beauties and girls in the world rush towards him like moths to a flame?

Thinking of the countless Yingyingyanyans who would surround Yaohua in the future to please him, Rong Jin couldn't help but gloomy.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his knees covered under the quilt, and there were bursts of tingling pain, the knees should have been swollen.

Rong Jin sighed.

If I really have to face those scenes in the future, I will definitely not be able to control my jealousy, maybe I will do something irrational.

Then my legs, I'm afraid I'll have to kneel and break them.

Thinking of this, his mood became more and more gloomy, and choosing to come to Yaohua's side as an attendant was indeed a process of constant self-torture.

Even though his body was sweating and uncomfortable, Rong Jin fell asleep quickly - after all, no one was chatting with him, and his body became limp and weak, so what can he do if he doesn't sleep?
Early the next morning, when Rong Jin woke up, it was already daylight.

The weather outside is very good, suitable for walking, enjoying flowers, chatting, and sunbathing.

Last night, after drinking the medicine and resting for the night, most of the vitality in his body had recovered, but just as he opened his eyes, he saw Yaohua sitting on the head of the bed.

Rong Jin thought he was dazzled.

Staring at Yaohua in a daze for a while, he came back to his senses, "When did His Highness come?"

While speaking, he slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Just came." The young man was handsome and picturesque, with a bit of leisurely laziness, "When I woke up, I washed up and drank the medicine."

When Rong Jin heard this, he turned his head subconsciously, and there was indeed a bowl of dark concoction on the small table next to the bed.

It was still steaming, obviously the bowl of medicine had just come out of the pot.

The sun really came out from the west today, and Yaohua actually came to deliver medicine to him in person.

Rong Jin didn't say anything, just put on a robe in silence and got up to wash up, then returned to the bed and sat down, took the bowl of medicine to his mouth.

There is not even a spoon in the bowl, although this is intended to let him do it directly?

Rong Jin frowned, thinking that the smell was a little weird, but he didn't think too much about it, anyway, there were not many good medicines for healing.

Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he took a sip and was about to swallow it when Rong Jin spit it out without warning.

The whole handsome face was wrinkled into a ball.

A strong bitter taste permeated his mouth, Rong Jin coughed several times, his brows were still tightly wrinkled.

Such a bitter medicine.

This is adding a few catties of Coptis chinensis, right?

Rong Jin looked up at Yaohua silently.

There was no special emotion in the young man's clear eyes, his thin lips were slightly pulled, and he only said one word: "Drink."

So Rong Jin understood why Yaohua personally delivered the medicine to him.

Lowering his eyes, staring at the pitch-black concoction in the bowl with an extremely strange and bitter taste, Rong Jin frowned again and again, and finally had no choice but to bring the bowl to his mouth and continue drinking.

However, after taking a big sip, he spit it out again.

Bitter, really too bitter.

Although good medicine tastes bitter.

But Rong Jin grew up so old, he really never drank such a bitter medicine.

(End of this chapter)