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Chapter 159
Aged hospital.
After Huaiqing went to the doctor who came to give Rong Ting's pulse, Jiang Rao waited by the side and hurriedly greeted him, "Doctor, is he seriously ill?"
The doctor in green shirt holding the medicine box paused for a while, then glanced at Huai Qing, who winked at him.
The doctor in green shirt sighed, "His Royal Highness has been working too hard recently, and I got a little cold. At this time, it can't be serious, just stay in bed and rest, and don't suffer from 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 Rao clenched her fingers and frowned, "It's been so long..."
"If you get sick from overwork, you should take more time off."
After the old doctor finished speaking, he looked at Huai Qing again, his eyebrows moved slightly.
He has practiced medicine for decades, and he has seen wives and aunts in high-profile families pretending to be sick and competing for favor. This is the first time he has seen a man pretending to be sick.
It's just that the man pretending to be sick is the now-famous King Qi, but he didn't dare to say anything more and glanced at Huaiqing.
The old doctor was recruited by Huai Qing, and the words he said now were all told by Huai Qing on the way to find him.
Seeing that Huai Qing's expression seemed to be satisfied with what he had just said, the old doctor also felt relieved, and turned to Jiang Rao and said, "If there is nothing else, the old man will leave first."
"Mr. trouble to leave this time." Jiang Rao turned to look at the maid next to her, "Luan Yin, go and see this doctor off."
Rong Ting sat by the window with his arms raised, his face relaxed, his slightly pulled black hair hanging down his shoulders, he never said a word, and kept looking at Jiang Rao who was talking to the doctor.
His eyelids were slightly closed, and his long and narrow eyes looked even more slender, as if he was sleepy, but also very sick.
Jiang Rao watched Huaiqing and the maid send the doctor out, and sat down in the armchair by the table.
The maids and servants all went out, leaving only her and Rong Ting in the room.
She looked worriedly at Rong Ting's sick face, "Last night, you didn't have to go out in such a hurry."
Even if you go out during the day, I am afraid it will not affect anything.
She knew his intentions, but seeing him spoiling her body like this, she couldn't help but feel angry, and she has been spoiled by him for a while now, pressing her fingers against his forehead with a look of reproach.
Rong Ting followed her movements and raised his face, he smiled lightly, "I know I was wrong."
Jiang Rao weighed in her heart that he only said that he knew what was wrong, and did not say whether he would change it next time or not, so she pursed her lips.
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is not changed.
She sighed helplessly and said, "I'll give you a decoction."
As soon as she turned around and didn't take half a step outside, a hand came across her waist and sank with strength, so she asked her to sit down uncontrollably and into his arms. Jiang Rao struggled to get out, but couldn't break free, frowned slightly and glanced back.
Rong Ting's chin rested on her neck, his expression seemed comfortable and at ease, his arms were tightly wrapped, Jiang Rao nudged him again, but he still failed to make any change in his situation, and his body was completely numb. Without moving, she sighed again, "Why are you so strong?"
Isn't the replacement sick?
"Naturally." Rong Ting's voice was light, tilted his head, and whispered in Jiang Rao's ear: "Don't go."
Jiang Rao looked down at the arm he was holding on her waist, and her clothes were deeply wrinkled. She bit her lower lip, disturbed by his low voice, her heart trembled, and she turned her head to the side. "I'm just going to have a look at the fire."
Rong Ting's arms were even tighter, "Let the maid go to decoction, you are here with me."
"The doctor said, you can't get cold again." His chin was always resting on Jiang Rao's shoulder, like a small animal, he slowly rubbed twice with dependence and affection, sighed, and whispered, "Holding you, I It's not cold anymore."
Jiang Rao's neck was itchy when he was rubbed against it, but when she thought of her returning to Ning Anbo's mansion without saying hello when he was sick, she felt guilt in her heart, so she willingly made a warmer in human form.
It wasn't until his hand peeked into her shirt that she couldn't bear it any longer, she turned her head back through gritted teeth, "Rong, Ting."
Rong Ting looked at her innocently, his eyelashes trembled with the blink of his eyes, but he didn't move his hand away at all, and said to Jiang Rao, "The doctor said, I can't be cold any longer."
He's sick, like he's won a gold medal to avoid death.
And it does.
As soon as he said that he was ill, Jiang Rao's heart softened. Even if his actions made her blush, she blushed and condoned.
But she looked down at the bulging marks on her clothes, so nervous that she turned her head and glanced out the window frequently, always worried that there would be a yard cleaning girl passing by and what she saw. This worry made her bite down. Lips, rosy lips were bitten out slightly white marks.
Rong Ting stood up abruptly, walked for a while with Jiang Rao in his arms, and when he reached the edge of the couch, he pushed her down onto the bed. After he pulled the curtain off the bed, he used both hands and feet to hold Jiang Rao in his arms. .
Jiang Rao felt a little uneasy when she touched the bed. Her original intention was to let him sleep on the bed for a while and make up for it, not that she would sleep with him.
His body looked thin, and only she knew how well-defined his body was when he took off his shirt, and it weighed terribly on him.
This posture made Jiang Rao inexplicably uneasy. Just as he was about to warn him not to be ill and foolish, he lowered his head, but saw that his eyes had been closed.
Huan Zhen just meant to hold her just to warm her body, her appearance was quiet and simple.
Jiang Rao didn't speak anymore. When he fell asleep, he moved his stiff body and tried to sleep, but found that even if he really fell asleep, the arms around her were so tight that he could hardly break free.
She stretched out her hand and put her hand in Rong Ting's palm, wanting to try how cool his palm was.
It's not as warm as her hands.
Jiang Rao dismissed her thoughts of leaving, her little hand shrank in Rong Ting's hand and did not take it out, and she didn't move to the side at all, and continued to be his humanoid heater.
This situation... is really strangely familiar.
She waited to cover his hands to warm them up a bit before taking them out of the quilt. Seeing a few strands of hair falling on Rong Ting's face, she stretched out her fingers and moved it slightly to reveal his face.
She stared at his beautiful face, gradually fascinated.
He is a little older, and his face is not very different from when he was young, but his expression and temperament are becoming more and more easy-going.
It was very different from how she looked when she first met him.
But sometimes, he changed the appearance of the person she dreamed of in her dream.
Like this moment.
Jiang Rao was certain that she must have dreamed of a scene similar to this one.
He forced her to climb onto his bed, grabbed her wrist, and held it all night without letting go.
And she didn't dare to escape, she was shivering with fear.
Staying by the side of a bloodthirsty person, unable to walk all night, unable to sleep, and in danger of turning around at any time, how can you not be afraid?
His temperament is sometimes happy and sometimes angry, and he is crazy. No one dares to approach him. Even if he is extremely intelligent and has great power in his hands, he will not be able to attract people...
Jiang Rao knew that it was the power that was piled up with bones. Only the most cruel people could sit in his place. Under the power, there were countless killings and calculations.
She was afraid of his high position and power, and even more afraid of the means by which he gained power. Even if she was always soft-hearted and seemed unintentional towards this cruelty, she could only be afraid and disgusted.
Jiang Rao watched for a while, then lowered her head and put her ear close to Rong Ting's heart, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her heart became slightly numb.
Those dreams, when she remembered them now, she was a little scared.
Although it is fearful to change, it is mixed with a little sadness.
Almost the person she likes will live like that, how could she not be sad.