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When everyone lived in Jiang Mansion, Father Duan was mentally prepared, knowing that most of the two of them would be on the same boat with King Yan in the future. Now do this again, even if this rope is tied to death.
But in his view, this is not necessarily a bad thing.
At least from this experience, this feast king is more worthy of following than the prince.
"Xiaozhuo!" Duan Zheng came in from the outside, "I heard from the concierge that you were here, and thought he was lying to me."
When he entered the room, he sat down beside Rong Zhuo, causing Father Duan to frown.
"You left before you finished speaking today." Duan Zheng said, "Su Yun came after you left, do you know what he said?"
"What?" Rong Zhuo asked casually.
Duan Zheng put on a mysterious expression and said, "There is news from the palace that King Yan seems to be dying."
"Impossible!" Rong Zhuo suddenly stood up from his chair, "Who did you listen to?"
"Su Yun? Didn't you just finish talking?" Duan Zheng asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you, Xiaozhuo?"
Rong Zhuo stood there dumbfounded, only to feel that his head was blank, and he didn't even listen to what he asked.
On the other hand, Father Duan asked Duan Zheng, "How could Su Yun know the news in the palace?"
"His news is well-informed!" Duan Zheng said: "You think, how can a person be alive if he has been in a coma for so many days... If he wants to wake up, he will wake up early."
I don't know if it was because the windows in the room were not closed, or because Duan Zheng brought cold air in from outside.
Rong Zhuo only felt cold in his hands and feet, and then he couldn't help thinking of the nightmare he had...
In the dream, Yu Jingdu was lying in the boundless snow, his body getting colder and colder.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make the other person's body warm again...
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Yu Jingdu: Actually, there is a way to make me hot quickly... (Lying on Rong Zhuo's ear.jpg)
Chapter 51
"Xiao Zhuo?" Duan Zheng grabbed Rong Zhuo's wrist and asked nervously, "Are you sick? Why is your face so bad?"
He said, holding Rong Zhuo back to the chair, and he couldn't help but mutter: "I saw that something was wrong with you when I was in the restaurant today. Are you sick?" He said, reaching out to touch Rong Zhuo's forehead, He added, "I don't have a fever."
Rong Zhuo looked at Duan Zheng blankly, only to feel that his head was buzzing, and his ears seemed to be covered with something, which blocked the sound of the outside world.
It was Father Duan who was the first to react, and moved Duan Zheng aside to signal him to shut up.
Although Father Duan didn't know about the relationship between Yu Jingdu and Rong Zhuo before, when he saw Rong Zhuo's reaction, he realized that the two must have a close relationship.
Thinking of the young man who had been in and out with Rong Zhuo all day when he was in Jiang Mansion, he had a faint guess in his heart.
At that time, he felt that the young man had an extraordinary bearing, and his status was higher than that of Jiang Jiyan...
He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and his mind is meticulous and active, but he is not as simple as Rong Zhuo.
With a lot of information exchanged, and what Rong Zhuo said to him today, he guessed Yu Jingdu's identity in just a few thoughts.
"Xiaozhuo." Duan's father put one hand on the back of Rong Zhuo's hand and said earnestly: "His Royal Highness King Yan has his own celestial appearance, and now is a critical juncture. got worse."
"Uncle." Rong Zhuo said, his voice a little hoarse, "I want to go out."
"Are you going to see him?" Father Duan said: "At this juncture, if you have a relationship with him on the bright side, and you do that later, I'm afraid it won't work."
Rong Zhuo's plan to blog was the emperor's idea.
It was because he had nothing to do with King Yan that the emperor believed him and then suspected the prince.
If the emperor knew about his relationship with Yu Jingdu, this plan would have completely lost its chance, and it might have been self-defeating.
"Don't worry, uncle, I know what I have in mind." Rong Zhuo calmed down a little now, "I will calm down."
After he finished speaking, he saluted Duan's father, and then left the Duan mansion.
"Xiaozhuo..." Duan Zheng was not at ease, and wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Duan's father.
"Don't make trouble, don't run around in these two days." Duan Fu said.
"No, Dad... What's wrong with Xiaozhuo?" Duan Zheng asked in confusion, "I said King Yan was dying, why did he react so badly?"
"We have been hiding in the Jiang family's village for so long, and we are all relying on His Royal Highness Yan Wang." Duan's father hated the iron and said: "What good will it be for us if Yan Wang is dead? You are all pretending to be in your mind every day. what?"
As he said that, he tapped Duan Zheng on the head, neither light nor heavy.
Duan Zheng covered his head in pain, and then he reacted with hindsight.
Afterwards, Father Duan taught him a good lesson according to Duan Zheng, lest he would go out and talk nonsense in the future and cause trouble.
After half an hour.
After the disguise, Rong Zhuo appeared in front of Jiang Jiyan.
Jiang Jiyan almost didn't recognize him at first glance, but he didn't react until he saw the reddish eyes of the young man.
"You figured it out so quickly?" Jiang Jiyan said.
"I can't figure it out." The boy said, his voice a little dull.
"I didn't know you were dressed like this?" Jiang Jiyan was puzzled.
"I can't figure it out, but I want to see him."
Rong Zhuo is not a sloppy temperament, and he always puts into action the first thing he thinks about. He doesn't like to procrastinate or escape from reality.
He didn't clamor to see Yu Jingdu before because he believed that the other party would be safe and sound.
But when he learned from Duan Zheng's mouth today that the other party was not as good as he thought, he couldn't hold back.
Jiang Jiyan sighed helplessly, and found a guard's clothes for him to put on.
Rong Zhuo obediently changed into his clothes. The guard's uniform was a slim-fitting narrow-sleeved military uniform. It was worn on the boy's body to clearly outline his thin waistline. temperament.