Glory to the ancestors

Several servants finally carried Rong Zhen to the bed, even Jiang Yuhan was woken up, and walked up and down Rong Zhen's door worriedly, "Why, Zhen'er fell ill again?"

Chen Zhan shook his head, "Grandfather seems to be drinking too much." He called a little girl, "Go in and ask if there is anything else the sweet-scented osmanthus is missing?"

"He's so weak, and he still drinks so much," Jiang Yuhan felt relieved after hearing this, "I'm afraid he's going to encounter something troublesome again," she stretched out her hand and waved to a few servants who trotted over , "If he feels uncomfortable, it is enough to leave the sweet-scented osmanthus alone, and everyone else can go to rest."

Chen Zhan hesitated, "Ma'am..."

"Just listen to me, that's it." Jiang Yuhan yawned, and took Tong'er back to the house by herself.

Chen Zhan sighed at Rong Zhen's lighted room, where the shadow of Osmanthus osmanthus busy before and after.

Osmanthus was relieved to see that everyone around outside had left. He was really shocked when he saw Rong Zhen fell to the ground at first, which made everyone nervous, and now thinking about it, he still regrets it.

He soaked the cotton cloth, untied Rong Zhen's collar, and wiped Rong Zhen's body along his forehead.

He was busy, when Rong Zhen opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed Osmanthus osmanthus' wrist, "No need."

The sweet-scented osmanthus froze for a moment, then immediately shook her head. Rong Zhen was prone to fever after drinking, and if he didn't wipe himself with a damp cloth, he was afraid that there would be some bad consequences.

□□Really's face turned red, and he also shook his head with the sweet-scented osmanthus, slurring his words, "Leave me alone."

Osmanthus osmanthus thought that this might be drunken talk, so she didn't feel relieved, and wanted to continue to untie Rongzhen's clothes, but she couldn't break free from Rongzhen's shackles no matter what.

The force in Rong Zhen's hand was getting stronger and stronger, finally causing Mu Xi to shrug her shoulders and look at him puzzled.

"Leave me alone, go to sleep." Rong Zhen repeated.

Osmanthus thought to herself, if you hold my hand, even if I really want to sleep, how will I go.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Rong Zhen, and felt that Rong Zhen was blushing strangely. Could it be that he had a fever and said such stupid words, Mu Xi thought so, and lowered his body.

Osmanthus osmanthus pressed against Rong Zhen's forehead, feeling the scorching heat from Rong Zhen's whole body.

What a fever!

Osmanthus osmanthus wants to get up to get the medicine box, but Rong Zhen still doesn't let go.

After this back and forth, even the good-tempered Mu Xi became irritable, and he pushed Rong Zhen's chest to express his dissatisfaction.

"No need." Rong Zhen squinted his eyes, he was so sleepy that his eyes were bloodshot.

Osmanthus osmanthus sighed, and finally gave up struggling, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Rong Zhen, he patted Rong Zhen's arm lightly with the hand that was not under Rong Zhen's control, meaning to tell him to sleep quickly.

The candlelight in the room was flickering, and the silk quilt on the bed was warm, but Rong Zhen could not sleep honestly. Although his mind was blank, just looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus quietly satisfied him.

Osmanthus osmanthus probably saw Rong Zhen's strange look in her eyes, but she had no choice but to fight poison with poison.

Osmanthus squinted her eyes, staring fiercely at Rong Zhen like she usually faces wild dogs on the side of the road, hoping to make Rong Zhen afraid of herself with this aura.

Who knew that Rong Zhen looked at such osmanthus, showed a satisfied smile in his drunkenness, propped up his upper body with his elbows, and pecked him on the cheek while the osmanthus was in a daze.

Osmanthus fragrans dazedly touched the place that Rong Zhen had just kissed, looked at Rong Zhen who had fallen asleep, and then looked at her own hand that had not been let go by Rong Zhen, her brain stopped thinking.

Early in the morning, Chen Zhan pushed the door open and came in, "Grandpa..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Rong Zhen sitting on the bed with his index finger on his lips, making a "hush" expression, and after doing this, he pointed with his fingers and lay down beside his bed, sleeping soundly Osmanthus osmanthus.

Chen Zhan nodded quickly and withdrew.

Rong Zhen stroked the sweet-scented osmanthus's hair, he basically couldn't remember what happened last night, but seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus grabbing his hand in the morning, he regretted how he couldn't remember anything.

There is no need to go to court on the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. I am afraid that the emperor who set this rule must have experienced the pain of a hangover.

Rong Zhen was not in a hurry to wake up Mu Xi, but felt that his sleeping position might be uncomfortable.

He didn't know whether he should take out the tightly clenched hand of the cup osmanthus, so the two had to face each other until the big gong at the gate of Rongguo Mansion rang.

This big gong is usually not knocked, only for extremely important things, such as the arrival of the imperial decree.

Osmanthus osmanthus was startled awake, and looked at Rong Zhen with a confused face.

Rong Zhen licked his lower lip, cleared his throat, and looked towards the door, "I have accepted the order."

There were two rows of people kneeling in the hall of Rongguo Mansion, with Rong Zhen and Jiang Yuzan kneeling at the front.

The eunuch who came to pass the decree watched them kneeling together before starting to read the imperial decree.

The general idea is that Li Xiao came, the emperor was happy, and decided to take the aristocratic families in the capital to go to the hunting grounds in the northern suburbs to let the wind go.

After everyone shouted long live three times, Chen Zhan stepped forward and stuffed the prepared silver into the eunuch's hand.

Rong Zhen stood up with an irritable expression, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "It's hard to think that I can be free for a few days."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Jiang Yuhan looked rather gloating, "Osmanthus osmanthus has never been to the northern suburbs, so you take him and have fun for a few days."

"Why are you so active?" Rong Zhen looked at Jiang Yuhan curiously.

Jiang Yuzan raised her hands together, sat down on her seat, and looked up at Rong Zhen, "Isn't our little girl selected, and I'm planning to go back to my mother's house to help her with her chores these days."

"What can you help with? You don't know anything about female workers' poems and books," Rong Zhen slanted Jiang Yuzan.

"I want you to take care of it!" Jiang Yuzan snorted, "My cousin doesn't understand either. It's different to be a queen. Let me tell you, when our family is prosperous, don't be jealous."

"Why am I jealous?" Rong Zhen yawned, and he felt a little sleepy again, "Does the Rong family still have fewer queens?"

"Hmph." Jiang Yuzan stood up angrily, "Osmanthus osmanthus, you and I can go back to my mother's house, the northern suburbs are desolate and desolate, it's not suitable for you."

Osmanthus osmanthus tilted his head, he really wanted to visit Beijiao, but he couldn't refuse Jiang Yuhan, so he turned to Rong Zhen for help.

Rong Zhen smiled, then turned to face Jiang Yuzan seriously, "Is the sweet-scented osmanthus one of your subordinates?"

"You!" Jiang Yuhan bit her lip and looked at Rong Zhen, and shook the teacup in her hand at Rong Zhen threateningly.

But after Rong Zhen walked away with the sweet-scented osmanthus, her expression suddenly changed again, and her palms slowly clenched into fists.