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"No, you just caught the cold." Yu Jingdu said.

"Colds can kill people, I know." Rong Zhuo sniffed, closing his eyes and not wanting to speak.

Yu Jingdu reached out and touched his forehead again, but the boy grabbed his hand.

Rong Zhuo held his big hand and asked pitifully, "Can you find some medicine for me?"

He has always been a person who cherishes his life. In the past, if he was slightly uncomfortable, he would search for symptoms on Baidu all night, and then he was so scared that he couldn't sleep, for fear that he had some fatal disease. Now that my whole body is burning and uncomfortable, I naturally dare not stand up like this.

"Don't let the doctor see it, I don't dare to give you medicine." Yu Jingdu grabbed his hand and said, "Otherwise, I'll take you down the mountain to Jiang Shaoqing's house, they have a doctor."

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard the words, but they soon dimmed again.

"I haven't met His Royal Highness Yan Wang." Rong Zhuo said.

"You're sick now, so you can't see him." Yu Jingdu coaxed.

Rong Zhuo thought about it too. The ancients were very particular. He was sick now. If he went to see the other party, he would definitely have a collision. Therefore, according to the etiquette, he must have a healthy body before he can visit the King of Yan.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

Although know that have to pass this level sooner or later, can delay it for one more day.

"Let's go, it's not dark yet, it will be cold again after a while." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo turned over and whispered, "But I'm so uncomfortable, I don't have the strength to move."

What he said was seeking truth from facts. People who are sick will indeed be exhausted and have no strength.

But when he looked at Yu Jingdu eagerly, he said it like a spoiled child.

Especially at this moment, his face is pale, and there is only a wound on his face and a little blood on his lips, which looks very distressing.

Yu Jingdu stretched out his hand to pick up the man, and coaxed warmly, "You can get up even if you don't have the strength."

As he spoke, he took the clothes and patiently helped Rong Zhuo put them on one by one.

Fortunately, although Rong Zhuo was uncomfortable, he didn't make trouble, and he was quite cooperative.

"Qingshi... Did you wear clothes for His Royal Highness King Yan?" Rong Zhuo asked suddenly.

Yu Jingdu froze for a while and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"Nothing...just ask." Rong Zhuo said.

He remembered that in the TV show, the people around the emperor or the prince would serve them to change their clothes.

So seeing that Yu Jingdu was so skilled in helping him get dressed, he couldn't help but ask.

After asking, he felt a little abrupt again, so he closed his mouth and didn't dare to make a sound.

"I only wear clothes for you." Yu Jingdu slowly helped him fasten his belt. "I only fed you porridge, only wiped your body for you, and only slept with you."

Rong Zhuo was startled, his expression obviously a little surprised.

At a glance, Yu Jingdu knew what the little dude was thinking about.

He still remembered that the other party once asked Zhou Feng if His Royal Highness Yan Wang had a broken sleeve?

You don't need to guess to know that Rong Zhuo must have misunderstood the matter.

Just as today's topic came to this, Yu Jingdu felt the need to clarify.

"You may have misunderstood the relationship between me and His Royal Highness King Yan." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo was ill, his reaction was slow, and he looked at him inexplicably.

"He and I are confidants, and there is no deviation from each other." Yu Jingdu said.

"Ah?" Rong Zhuo was completely confused.

He stared at Yu Jingdu for a long time, recalled it carefully, and secretly said that fortunately, he hadn't said too much in front of the other party, otherwise it would have been embarrassing. But looking at Qingshi's meaning, although he didn't say it clearly, the attitude he showed had already made the other party guess his misunderstanding.

Rong Zhuo was immediately embarrassed.

"I know... I didn't think much about it." Rong Zhuo quibble softly.

Seeing his sophistry, Yu Jingdu did not reveal it, but he secretly figured out how to take the opportunity to reverse his impression in Xiao Wanqin's heart.

"You actually don't know anything about His Royal Highness King Yan." Yu Jingdu said.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo looked at him with a curious expression on his face.

"He's actually a very gentle person, but it's just that he has a fierce name from outsiders, and it becomes a little scary after a long time." Yu Jingdu said while helping Rong Zhuo to comb his hair, "But he never treats people harshly, He's a very generous person."

"Really?" Rong Zhuo had a dubious look on his face.

"What do you think, a person who spends all day in the Qingyin Temple practicing Zen, how can his temper be so bad?" Yu Jingdu followed suit.

Rong Zhuo followed his words and thought that it made sense.

Seeing that his expression had loosened, Yu Jingdu hit the railway while it was hot: "His Royal Highness Yan Wang is not only kind, but he is actually not bad, not as scary as the legends... On the contrary, he is upright and handsome, and his figure is tall and heroic... "

"It's... a beautiful man." Yu Jingdu said cheekily, and couldn't help blushing a little.

This is the first time he has shamelessly praised himself so much.

"Really?" Rong Zhuo looked at him, only to realize that there was some redness on the blue stone face.

"Really, he's better than what I said." Yu Jingdu continued cheekily: "I don't even know how to praise him. If you don't believe it, you can ask Li Feng and the others. When everyone mentions His Royal Highness King Yan, Not a single one is good.”

Yu Jingdu was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and he couldn't help but think of Li Feng's reaction today, and his mood was very subtle.

But he felt that the reason why Rong Zhuo was afraid of him was because he had heard too many bad things about him.

So as long as he does the same, he should be able to slowly reverse the impression of "Yan Wang" in Rong Zhuo's heart. If it doesn't work once, just say it twice, and if you say more, the little wanqin will naturally no longer be afraid of him.

Rong Zhuo frowned, looking at Jing Du's red face for a moment, his expression was very complicated.