With the addition of the human skin mask, as long as he doesn't speak, it's really hard to recognize him.

"It's agreed in advance, he is in the palace now, and there are many people. You have to restrain your emotions and don't cause me trouble, you know?" Jiang Jiyan said.

"Yeah." Rong Zhuo nodded, looking very obedient.

Jiang Jiyan told him some problems that he might encounter in the palace and how to deal with it, and then brought him into the palace.

Rong Zhuo was entering the palace for the first time, so he was very nervous.

He followed behind Jiang Jiyan, wishing to walk with the same hands and feet.

In particular, the military uniform that Jiang Jiyan gave him was not thick, and he didn't approve a cloak outside, so it was a little cold when he was walking on the road.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Jiyan found a topic and tried to ease his nervousness, "I thought you were still angry? I didn't expect you to decide to visit him so soon."

"There is no conflict between being angry and seeing him." Rong Zhuo said.

Jiang Jiyan glanced at the boy, "Still angry?"

"You don't think I should be emotional?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"That's not true. Frankly speaking, you are much calmer than I thought." Jiang Jiyan said.

Rong Zhuo's performance today, in his opinion, is not enough to describe it as calm, it can be called calm and generous.

After being concealed by Yu Jingdu for so long, it was just that he didn't ask the teacher to ask the guilt. The first reaction was to go to Dali Temple to talk to him about the private army camp.

Jiang Jiyan still feels incredible when he thinks about this.

Frankly speaking, if it were him who was hiding such an important matter from such a close friend, he would definitely be unable to hold his breath and punch him twice before talking about it.

As for whether it is difficult or not, whether to consider it or not, that is another story.

People are emotional creatures first, and the closer the relationship is, the harder it is to tolerate this kind of thing.

If Rong Zhuo didn't get angry at all, then he would feel sorry for His Royal Highness King Yan.

Because only when you don't care about a person will you be indifferent to this kind of concealment.

The more angry you are, the more you care.

"Can you tell me the truth, why are you so angry, but you still want to take care of the private army?" Jiang Jiyan asked, "Don't tell me to give back someone's favor, I don't believe it."

Rong Zhuo glanced at him and said, "No one knows the purpose of the Prince's army. Tens of thousands of troops are hidden in Yuzhou, like a fire thunder buried under your feet. You don't know when it will explode. If you don't take advantage of the situation, This fire thunder is dug up, who knows if it will blow up one day and it will affect you and me?"

"If you only dig mines, do you need to consider whether His Royal Highness King Yan will be affected?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

In the idea that Rong Zhuo came up with, it was not just as simple as digging out a private army camp, but also helped Yu Jingdu to remove a very big hidden danger. If this time went well, the blow to the prince would be unprecedented.

Rong Zhuo stopped when he heard the words, his eyes were a little complicated.

Jiang Jiyan thought that he had said the wrong thing, and was suddenly a little nervous.

But Wen Rongzhuo said, "When you are angry with your friend, do you care whether he lives or dies?"

Jiang Jiyan was stunned for a moment, and was so choked that he was speechless.

"I'm not a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong. He lied to me and saved me." Rong Zhuo said: "I am angry with him, but it does not mean that I will deny him as a person. Similarly, I think about him, and also It doesn't mean that you won't be angry with him, isn't that hard to understand?"

"It's not difficult to understand." Jiang Jiyan coughed awkwardly, a little regretting that he had nothing to say.

When he found that Young Master Rong was unhappy, he always seemed to be bumped into by him.

It was like this when His Highness died last time, and this time it is like this...

While the two were talking, they went outside Fu'an Palace.

Although Jiang Jiyan had diverted a lot of attention on Rongzhuo's road, he began to become uneasy again when he arrived outside Fu'an Palace.

Jiang Jiyan could feel that he seemed hesitant.

He wanted to go in and see Yu Jingdu, but he was afraid of seeing each other.

"Remember my words, don't get too excited." Jiang Jiyan reminded.

Rong Zhuo nodded and followed Jiang Jiyan into Fu'an Palace.

Li Feng had been guarding the hall for the past few days, and when he saw Jiang Jiyan coming, he signaled all the palace staff in the hall to retreat.

He was probably worried about Yu Jingdu's body. Obviously, he had not rested well these days, and his eyes were clearly blue and black.

"How is it today?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

"It's not good." Li Feng said, "The Imperial Physician Wu gave two injections, but there was no improvement. There was a while at noon, and the pulse was almost gone..." He sighed as he spoke, his eyes were very sad.

When Rong Zhuo heard the phrase "the pulse is almost gone", his heart clenched fiercely, and the circles of his eyes quickly turned red.

Li Feng was very keen, and immediately noticed his strangeness, frowning at him.

"I brought him here on my own initiative, I think Your Highness might want to see him." Jiang Jiyan said.

Li Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Rong Zhuo again, and then he guessed his identity with hindsight.

"Come in with me." Li Feng said and took the two to the inner room.

Rong Zhuo followed behind him, and as soon as he entered the hall, he smelled a medicinal fragrance.

As the smell of medicine in his breath became heavier, he finally gradually saw the person lying on the couch.

The moment he saw each other, Rong Zhuo's tears fell instantly.

On the couch, Yu Jingdu's eyes were closed, and his face was morbidly pale. Because he had been in a coma for too long, he had lost a circle of weight, and the edges and corners of his facial features had become more distinct.

Rong Zhuo has never seen him like this since he met him.

In front of Rong Zhuo, he was always valiant and reliable. Even if the old disease relapsed, he could recover 60-70% the next day after vomiting blood and coma. In Rong Zhuo's heart, Qingshi is like a person who will not collapse, solid and strong.

But now he was lying on the couch, his face so pale that it was almost bloodless.

If it weren't for the position of his heart still fluctuating slightly, Rong Zhuo would almost suspect that he was not breathing.