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"He seems to be okay on weekdays, but in fact he was seriously injured and suffered from old problems." Jiang Jiyan explained to him: "According to the doctor's advice, he should not be excited about this disease, and his emotions may become severe. It will cause old illnesses.”
"I didn't know he was so ill." Rong Zhuo sniffed, "I didn't mean to quarrel with him..."
"I know, it's none of your business, so don't take it to heart." Jiang Jiyan said, "I've already asked someone to ask the doctor he used to see a doctor, I'll be there soon, and it's getting late. , I'll have someone prepare a carriage to take you back."
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo's eyes fell on the unconscious Yu Jingdu again, and he was about to cry.
"Will he... get better?" Rong Zhuo asked.
"Of course." Jiang Jiyan said.
"But... he vomited a lot of blood just now." Rong Zhuo looked down at the blood stains on his sleeves, and stood there silently.
Seeing his posture, Jiang Jiyan knew that Young Master Rong was worried about the safety of his Highness and was unwilling to leave.
What he is most afraid of now is to wrap Rong Zhuo in, after all, this goes against their Highness's original intention.
But things were developing step by step, and by now it was simply beyond his control.
The moment their Highnesses walked out from behind the screen, it was destined that today would not be too peaceful.
Yu Jingdu had a long dream.
In the dream, he returned to the battlefield where there were corpses everywhere.
He was stabbed in the heart by a spear in the battle in which they had an absolute advantage.
Yu Jingdu could hardly feel the pain, he only remembered the blood red gradually spreading in his sight, engulfing him little by little.
His breathing gradually became unstable with the dim vision, and his body also lost control. Only a few remaining consciousnesses were barely connected to his perception.
He felt as if he had been carried away, and his ears were never clear:
Bumpy planks, noisy inquiries, and angry swearing...
"How come there are assassins in the army? What do you all eat?"
"His Royal Highness didn't win a battle, and he was assassinated by his own people. If it spreads out, you and I will judge yourself!"
Yu Jingdu only felt the quarrel, he really wanted to sleep, but the quarrel in his ears never stopped:
"Why did he kill them all? His Highness is his own brother!"
"You're crazy, you know this in your heart, but you dare to say it?"
"Is there anything I dare not say? He is the crown prince of a country, and he can do such things as brother murder, so I'm not allowed to say it?"
"You're yelling to let everyone know, it'll only cause trouble to His Highness!"
The shouting then gradually ceased.
Yu Jingdu's dream did not stop, and he returned to another battlefield in a trance.
On the blood-stained mound, the young King Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"According to the agreement, the reinforcements will appear as soon as the night falls, so we calculated the time and launched the raid. We originally had the upper hand... But the reinforcements arrived three hours late, and it was close to midnight."
"His Royal Highness, 2,876 sons, the entire army was wiped out, not a single survivor was left."
"What he wanted was my life." Yu Jingdu said lightly, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.
If it weren't for a temporary change of generals in this battle, the person who was besieged to death without waiting for reinforcements would be him.
The bone-chilling coldness slowly swept in.
Yu Jingdu frowned, dreaming back to a cold winter night.
At that time, their food and grass had been delayed for more than a month, and the supplies for the winter had not arrived.
"When Your Majesty sent His Highness out of Beijing, it seemed to be neglected, but in fact he wanted to keep His Highness."
"What's the use? As long as this king doesn't die, some people will feel uneasy."
"If it wasn't for the words that the Zuo Prime Minister said to His Majesty through wine before returning to his hometown, things might not have been like this."
One sentence, His Royal Highness the King of Feasts, was the most dignified, and pushed Yu Jingdu, who was far away from the border, to the cusp of the storm.
It's hard to say whether the emperor has listened to this, but it is obvious that someone has kept it in his heart...
"The life of a son who died in vain in our army, this king will definitely take him back one by one.
Since he is so afraid of this king, then this king will make him unable to sleep at ease in this life. "
The severe pain in his heart suddenly hit, making Yu Jingdu's breathing a little stagnant.
At this moment, he only felt a slight heat between his fingers, and the fist clenched due to the pain was gently opened.
The man's fingers were slender and slender, soft and comfortable to the touch, not as rough and generous as his hands, but with reassuring strength.
Yu Jingdu slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the couch, and saw Xiao Wanqian sitting beside him, holding one of his hands, and breaking his fingers for him. It wasn't enough for Yu Fang to break it apart, as if he was afraid that he would grab it again, both hands kept rubbing and comforting his fingers, patiently and earnestly.
Yu Jingdu grabbed the hand in his palm like a villain.
Rong Zhuo was startled and looked up at him.
The two looked at each other like this, and Yu Jingdu realized that Rong Zhuo's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.
Yu Fang stared at him for a while, then finally came back to his senses, got up and said, "You're awake... I'll call the doctor."
Yu Jingdu felt that the hand in his palm wanted to be taken out, but his heart was suddenly empty, and he subconsciously clenched the person a little bit.
He is ill at the moment, and his mind is not too clear. This behavior is no different from cheating.
Rong Zhuo thought he was going to speak, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see him speak, only to see him staring straight at him.
"Why don't you speak?" Rong Zhuo frowned and said worriedly: "Qingshi, you won't... have a stroke?"
Hearing this, Yu Jingdu was a little dumbfounded, and all his messy thoughts were blocked by him.
"Can't you expect me to order it?" Yu Jingdu laughed.
He was pale now, and he seemed to have no strength when he spoke.
Seeing him like this, Rong Zhuo felt a little worried, and his expression was filled with unease.