"Qingshi..." Rong Zhuo went to the couch and reached out to touch him, but he stopped when he was about to touch the quilt covering Yu Jingdu.

He quickly realized that the person lying on the couch was no longer Qingshi, or not just Qingshi, but His Royal Highness the King of Banquets.

He is still the one he is familiar with, but now he can't get close to each other as recklessly as before.

Rong Zhuo stood beside the couch helplessly, distressed and sad.

Before that, he could not clearly know what the change of Qingshi's identity would bring between them, but at this moment he understood.

"Before His Highness fell into a coma, he only instructed the palace servant one thing. When helping him to clean and change his clothes every day, he must remember not to lose this thing." Li Feng walked to the side of the couch and slowly reached out to Jingdu's One corner of the quilt was lifted, and from the other side's inner pocket near his heart, he took out a square handkerchief, which Rong Zhuo had given to Yu Jingdu when he was in Jiang Mansion.

He took the Fangpa from Li Feng's hand and opened it, and there were two peace talismans inside.

In fact, one belongs to Yu Jingdu himself, and the other belongs to Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo looked at the two peace talismans, and his heart was sore and painful.

What about double peace? Why didn't he even give him a single share of peace?

"Why doesn't he wake up?" Rong Zhuo asked, choked up.

"The imperial doctor said that the old disease has been delayed for too long. If it can be cured this autumn, the timing should be the best. If it is not possible to use medicine, it can be delayed until the beginning of the spring, because the cold weather in winter is not conducive to recovery. But His Royal Highness I insisted on choosing this time..." Li Feng said.

He said and sighed, "We have tried all the methods that can be tried, and now we can only wait."

"You have to do something, right?" Rong Zhuo said, "The longer he is in a coma, the worse it will be..."

"Doctor Wu said that before the crowning ceremony of His Royal Highness, His Highness's illness was serious for a while. At that time, His Highness said that after going to Qingyin Temple for cleaning for a few days, he recovered a lot after returning." Li Feng said: "I will ask Jiang Shaoqing about this. Said, he said that His Highness has been with you for a few days?"

Rong Zhuo was startled, remembered the events of those days, and nodded.

In those few days, Qingshi really stayed with him all the time.

"Although I don't know the reason for this, the imperial doctor said that His Highness has recovered a lot after his return." Li Feng said, "Young Master Rong, now we really have no other way, or you... accompany His Highness. Right? Maybe it will be of some use."

Rong Zhuo didn't know what the reason was, but he still nodded obediently.

And he remembered that when he was in the Jiang family's Zhuangzi, Qingshi did say that his heart would not hurt so much when he was with him.

Li Feng immediately moved a chair and put it beside Yu Jingdu's couch.

Rong Zhuo was sitting in the chair, not daring to speak.

Everything in Fu'an Palace was trying desperately to reveal Yu Jingdu's identity to him.

In fact, the moment he stepped into the palace, everything around him continued to bring him a huge sense of oppression. It was a feeling that could not be ignored, wrapping him tightly, making him not dare to relax in the slightest.

"Little Master Rong, Li Feng and I will go outside to say a few words. Please stay with His Highness for a while." Jiang Jiyan said.

After he finished speaking, he went to the outer hall with Li Feng.

Li Feng seemed to be a little uneasy, hesitating whether to follow Jiang Jiyan to leave, but was forcibly dragged to the outer hall by Jiang Jiyan.

"I can't leave His Highness for half a step." Li Feng whispered.

"You're staring at him, is he embarrassed?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

"Why are you embarrassed or embarrassed?" Li Feng was puzzled.

"Didn't you say that he recovered quickly in my house before? Do you know how he recovered?" Jiang Jiyan lowered his voice and said something in Li Feng's ear.

Li Feng was startled, and turned back to drill into the inner room.

"Come back!" Jiang Jiyan grabbed him, "If Young Master Rong can't do anything about it, His Highness will really hang up this time. I advise you not to interrupt."

Li Feng is different from Jiang Jiyan, he is Yu Jingdu's personal follower, so he has the responsibility of guarding.

But now he also knew that Rong Zhuo was their last hope.

Yu Jingdu had a long dream.

In the dream is an endless snow field, and he is like a person who has been exiled, and he can't get out no matter what.

Yu Jingdu sometimes couldn't help but suspect that he might freeze to death in this place.

But the peace talisman in his heart can always wake him up with that weak but lasting warmth when he falls into a cold nightmare.

At first, he occasionally dreamed of Rong Zhuo.

The young man rode on a horse, dressed in red, and was outrageously beautiful when he rode in the snow.

But for some reason, no matter how hard he tried to catch up with that figure, it was in vain in the end.

Occasionally, the boy would stop and extend his hand to him, but every time he wanted to hold it, the damn horse would carry the boy away, and he would never be able to call him back.

But today, for some unknown reason, the young man on the horse abandoned his horse and came to him.

Yu Jingdu looked at his beautiful face quietly, and wanted to hold him, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he stretched out his hand, people would run away again like before.

"Qingshi..." Rong Zhuo called out his name.

Yu Jingdu opened his mouth to agree, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He was so anxious that when he wanted to touch him, he realized that his body couldn't move.

In this day's dream, he finally expected Rong Zhuo to dismount, but he became like this.

He couldn't do anything but look at the boy.

Rong Zhuo looked at him quietly, his eyes were red, as if he had cried.

Yu Jingdu felt a little distressed, but he couldn't comfort him, he could only let the pain keep coming from his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Jingdu felt his fingertips get hot, and then a hand was held in the palm of Rong Zhuo. Rong Zhuo's hands were smaller than his, but they were soft to the touch, and his fingers were slender and beautiful, and there were no thin calluses like his hands.