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Yu Jingdu: I don't believe it
Chapter 35
Yu Jingdu stared at Rong Zhuo for a while, as if judging the veracity of what he said.
Rong Zhuo let him look at him innocently, and smiled at him calmly.
"Did you disturb your sleep?" Rong Zhuo lowered his voice and said, "Then let me go outside."
He said that he was about to get up and leave, but found that his wrist was still held by Yu Jingdu.
"Stay with me for a while." Yu Jingdu said.
Rong Zhuo nodded obediently when he heard the words, and sat down on the chair beside the couch again.
Yu Jingdu was a little pale now, probably because he hadn't slept well just now.
Seeing him like this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't know you had such an old disease before."
"It's not a day or two, I'm used to it." Yu Jingdu said.
"Do you feel uncomfortable when you don't get sick?"
"It's okay." Yu Jingdu considered it for a moment, and then said, "It's only when you're emotionally upset that you'll be uncomfortable.
What he said was an understatement, but Rong Zhuo remembered the way he looked when he came here, and it seemed that he was uncomfortable even when he fell asleep.
"Can it be cured?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"Well." Yu Jingdu said: "It just takes some time and it will be cured."
Rong Zhuo didn't know his current situation, for fear that he would get tired of talking too much, so he didn't dare to say too much.
Yu Jingdu didn't know if he forgot, or was afraid that Rong Zhuo would run away again, one hand was always on the other's wrist and did not let go.
His hands were clearly articulated, and he was extremely powerful even when he was sick.
Rong Zhuo was a little uncomfortable in his grip, so he gently patted the back of his hand with his other hand, which meant to let him go.
"If you are tired, go to sleep." Rong Zhuo said.
Yu Jingdu slowly loosened his wrist, "It's been a long time since no one had a good conversation with me."
I don't know if it was Rong Zhuo's illusion, he felt that the tone of "Qingshi" seemed to be acting like a spoiled child?
"I'm just afraid that you're tired. Actually, I have a lot to ask you." Rong Zhuo's finger rested on the back of Jingdu's hand unconsciously, "Didn't you follow His Royal Highness King Yan? Why are you at Jiang Shaoqing's house? "
Yu Jingdu's eyes froze, "Who told you that I followed King Yan?"
"I guess." Rong Zhuo said, "Setting the Dali Temple on fire will make you escape. Would Jiang Shaoqing dare to do such a big thing alone?"
"Well, you guessed it right." Yu Jingdu said: "I have been following him. These days he came to Qingyin Temple to clean up, and I followed him. I had nothing to do today and thought about it, so I came here. Jiang Shaoqing's mansion."
Rong Zhuo was a little surprised when he heard the words. The King of Secret Dao Banquet had to bring bluestone with him when he came to Qingyin Temple, which shows how much he attached great importance to him.
"Then he should be worried if he knew you were sick?" Rong Zhuo asked.
"He..." Yu Jingdu thought for a while and said, "He has a cold temper and won't care about that."
Yu Jingdu's original intention was that he didn't want to talk too much about King Yan in front of Rong Zhuo, for fear that he would lose too much.
But Rong Zhuo was very interested in this topic, and he didn't seem to want to stop there.
"He treats you badly?" Rong Zhuo asked.
"It's okay, it's not bad."
Rong Zhuo secretly said, the implication of being okay should be that it is not good?
Is it possible to bring people around, just as a tool person, not caring?
Otherwise, why don't you help the "bluestone" disease?
"He is the prince, so he must know the imperial physician?" Rong Zhuo asked, "Can't he ask the imperial physician to help you treat him?"
"I found it." Yu Jingdu said, "I can't cure this disease for a day or two."
Rong Zhuo sighed, feeling a little frustrated.
"You are very interested in King Yan?" Yu Jingdu asked him.
"It's okay, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't lie to me by fake death. I think he should be very important to you."
Yu Jingdu's heart stagnated, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Rong Zhuo also noticed that this topic was not very pleasant, for fear of making Yu Jingdu uncomfortable again, he hurriedly changed the topic.
"What are you doing these days?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"Follow King Yan every day... there's nothing special about it." Yu Jingdu looked at him and asked, "How about you?"
"After you left, I took another servant." Rong Zhuo said, "His name is Qingyu, you should know him, right?"
Yu Jingdu controlled his expression and pretended to be calm: "I have an impression."
"He's a good guy, he's honest, and he treats me well." Rong Zhuo said, taking out his handkerchief and showing him, "This is what he embroidered for me. This is the first time someone has given me such a gift. embroidered handkerchiefs,"
As soon as Yu Jingdu saw the handkerchief, his complexion instantly sank.
Then Wen Xiaowan said with some dissatisfaction: "We've known each other for so long, you didn't even think about giving me something, it's always me."
Yu Jingdu didn't expect that he would still care about this, and immediately felt a little guilty.
Thinking about it carefully, since the two met, Xiao Wanqian really gave him a lot of things, not to mention food and drink, and all kinds of fancy gadgets, as well as the roses in his house that were never broken at that time...
But it wasn't because he didn't give Rong Zhuo's things that he didn't want to, but because as he was, he wouldn't leave anything related to him in that situation. Handkerchief in his hand.
Later, he actually had the idea to give Rong Zhuo something, but thought that he shouldn't leave too many thoughts behind, so he gave up.
Over the years, Yu Jingdu has only learned how to keep himself cold and alienated, and has never learned how to show closeness to others.
"Actually, I also gave you a handkerchief, have you forgotten?" Yu Jingdu said deliberately.
"I..." Rong Zhuo's expression suddenly became a little unnatural after being reminded by him.
Yu Jingdu teased him deliberately, "You carry the handkerchief that Qingyu gave you every day. What about the handkerchief I gave you?"
"I lost it accidentally..." Rong Zhuo felt a little guilty.