Glory to the ancestors

"One more thing." Rong Zhen rolled up his sleeves, stretched his arms in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and panicked, "Did you forget?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus patted her head annoyed, and immediately took action, trotting to the bottom shelf of the next bookcase, and brought out a large box.

He opened the box, and there were all kinds of tools neatly arranged inside.

This is all for Rong Zhen's treatment.

Osmanthus osmanthus took out a small pillow from inside, put it under Rong Zhen's wrist, put her middle finger and ring finger on Rong Zhen's pulse lightly, and closed her eyes.

His talent was discovered by Rong Zhen by accident. He has been weak since he was a child. In order to cure him, the old man specially sent him to a famous doctor in the deep mountains for treatment.

The doctor had a weird temper and often got angry over trivial things. Once he was in a bad mood, he would leave Rong Zhen there and ignore him.

And Osmanthus osmanthus felt sorry for her young master, so she tried her best to learn from the doctor, so that she could help Rong Zhen relieve some pain when the doctor was unwilling to treat her.

When he was learning this, he was very careful and helped a lot. Even the old man who was eccentric all day long was touched by his patience, and he devoted a lot of effort to teaching him, more caring than Rong Zhen's treatment.

In this way, Osmanthus osmanthus also supported half of the famous doctors. Although the disease was not completely eradicated, Rong Zhen returned to the capital without any worries.

Osmanthus osmanthus moved her hand away, took the pillow from Rongzhen's hand, and gestured with Rongzhen with both hands, "The pulse condition is stable, and it's maintained very well these days."

Rong Zhen nodded, "I also feel much more comfortable these days."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me." Osmanthus put the pillow into the box and took out a set of needles.

"That's unnecessary." Rong Zhen's voice trembled a little, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. He was afraid of needles when he was a child.

Osmanthus osmanthus feels like laughing when she thinks that Rong Zhen, who is not afraid of anything, is only afraid of the few silver needles in her hand, and he has a way to cure him.

Mu Xi turned her back and tapped the table twice with the knuckle of her index finger, her expression very serious.

Rong Zhen didn't know why Osmanthus frightened her with such an expression, but she still sighed, exposed her arms again, and instructed, "Don't use your strength."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded and patted her chest, meaning when did I miss.

He put the needle away, went to get a short piece of wax, put it on the table, and lit it.

The tip of the needle picked up a small flame, and the head was burnt a little black, and the sweet-scented osmanthus stared at it, and slowly moved the needle to Rong Zhen's arm.

Rong Zhen rolled up his sleeve with the other hand, put it on his forehead, and endured it.

Osmanthus not only looked at the needle but also looked at Rong Zhen's expression, for fear of hurting him. Although they have experienced each other countless times in this process, the two of them are careful every time.

Rong Zhen's illness is a cold disease, and it's still a severe cold. He couldn't suffer from the cold since he was a child. Even after being nursed by a famous doctor for two years, he must regularly use acupuncture to drive out the cold.

He attaches great importance to his body. After all, revenge also needs a good body as capital, so he can only endure it.

"Are you ready?" Rong Zhen still didn't dare to look up.

Osmanthus osmanthus smiled, put away the needles a long time ago, and blew on Rong Zhen's arm maliciously.

Feeling the coolness of the skin on his arm, Rong Zhen sighed and withdrew his arm, "When will I not suffer from this crime?"

After hearing his helpless words, Osmanthus sighed inwardly.

He packed the boxes and put them back on the bottom shelf.

"I've written the notice of recruiting, and you can post it outside the door later." Rong Zhen shook his arm and took out the notice under the paperweight, "You can also post a notice at the gate of the city. There are also more people."

Osmanthus osmanthus nodded again and again, this is a good opportunity for him to go out for a stroll.

"Forget it, I'll go with you." Rong Zhen changed his mind, "You don't understand many things about yourself."

Osmanthus is still a little unhappy, but in fact he has no trouble at all in his usual shopping.

"May I take you to eat tea soup?" Rong Zhen is a good hand at coaxing sweet-scented osmanthus.

No, as soon as the words were finished, Osmanthus osmanthus rolled her eyes with a smile.

Jiang Yuhan hugged the cat, stroked its tangled hair twice, and remembered that Osmanthus osmanthus said at night that she wanted to give it a bath.

"Why are you still here?" Rong Zhen opened the study door, and saw Jiang Yuhan staring at the kitten in a daze.

Jiang Yuzan came back to her senses, and without looking at Rong Zhen, she asked Osmanthus osmanthus first, "Did you name this cat?"

Osmanthus shakes her head.

"I've decided, his name is Xiaoqian."

Xiaoqian, Rong Zhen snorted angrily, and took the hand of the sweet-scented osmanthus, "You can call him whatever you want, the two of us will go out."

"I'll go too!" Jiang Yuhan said excitedly.

"There must be someone watching in the house." Rong Zhen left after saying a few words and took the sweet-scented osmanthus out.

The sweet-scented osmanthus was dragged by Rong Zhen, one step at a time, trotted, and only after going out the door broke open, took out a small jar of paste, and wiped it on the four corners of the gate of Rongguo Mansion according to the size of the paper.

Rong Zhen was taller, so he stuck it on top, and the osmanthus sticks on the bottom, and they cooperated seamlessly.

The sweet-scented osmanthus poked her waist and looked at her masterpiece, very satisfied. She stretched out her thumb and pointed in the direction of the city gate, meaning shall we go?

He acted as if he had accomplished something important, Rong really wanted to be happy but couldn't laugh at him face to face, so he nodded, rolled up a few other notices and followed behind the sweet-scented osmanthus.

The bulletin boards in several places with a lot of people traffic posted information about the Rongguo Mansion's recruiting, and as soon as they posted it, people came to look at it.

Rongguo Mansion is not a small place, and the people who live there are first-rank officials. The wages are definitely not bad, and there are not many masters, so it must be easy to serve. Many civilians are eager to try, and they stop Rongzhen from asking a lot .

Rong Zhen usually does not show his original identity to the public, and it is rare for common people to visit the yamen of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Of course, few people know him, and they think he is the housekeeper of the Rongguo Mansion, and they keep praising him for his youth and promise.

Osmanthus osmanthus was watching obediently from the side. Rong Zhen communicated with the people very kindly. He used to think that his young master was a very gentle person and never lost his temper with those around him. At that time, many young girls in the family often said that he was With good luck, it was the young master who met.

If he met the young master, even if he starved to death in front of him on the spot, he would not raise his eyelids.

But it's also strange that Jiang Yuhan is obsessed with him because of the temperament of the young master, even though he knows that he has passed away, she still wants to marry him.

Osmanthus still thought, Rong Zhen had walked to him long ago, took his hand and asked him, "Want to drink tea?"