Their eyes met again, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Chest to chest, nose to nose, breaths almost touching.
Tu Zijun's angry gaze gradually lost its momentum and became unfocused.
Then--
"Cough cough cough"
"Cough cough cough"
Hua Rong stood up, coughing intermittently, but his expression remained calm.
Tu Zijun lay prostrate by the bedside, coughing violently.
Her ears turned red, her face turned red, and her neck turned red.
After Hua Rong finished coughing, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted Tu Zijun's back: "You've just recovered from a serious illness, so you should take good care of yourself. Avoid extreme joy or anger..."
"Who's celebrating?!" Tu Zijun glared fiercely at Hua Rong, looking insulted.
Hua Rong glanced at him helplessly, then said, "I didn't say you were overjoyed. Your liver fire was too strong just now, which damaged your kidneys and lungs."
Tu Zijun fell silent, even though he couldn't understand what Hua Rong was saying.
But he still lay obediently in bed, staring blankly at the top of the bed curtains.
Hua Rong didn't look at him again. He had made a loud noise just now, so it seemed he wouldn't die anytime soon.
She lay down fully clothed on the brocade couch by the window, pulled up a thin blanket, and was about to fall asleep.
"Why are you sleeping here? Cough cough."
"I am a doctor, and you are my patient now. In order to keep a close eye on changes in your condition, I naturally cannot be too far away from you, cough cough."
"Oh, cough cough."
"Go to sleep, cough cough."
"Bald monk, you look like you're about to die. Why don't you treat yourself? Cough cough."
"I can't cure this, cough cough."
"Oh, I see. Doctors can't heal themselves, cough cough."
"Hehe, you know quite a lot, cough cough."
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Five days later, Tu Zijun's health gradually recovered during their banter, and Hua Rong prepared to leave the Prime Minister's residence.
Prime Minister Tu personally escorted her to the gate of the mansion, expressing his gratitude and remorse, saying, "Thank you so much for saving my life, Master. As for the matter at Jingyang Temple, I..."
Hua Rong chanted a Buddhist prayer, his eyes clear and gentle: "It is already a great kindness that Your Excellency does not blame this humble monk for having impure thoughts when he came to your residence. This humble monk dares not ask for more. As for the matter of Jingyang Temple..."
Hua Rong lowered his eyes and sighed, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the land, all people are subjects of the king. It is my presumption that I should insist."
"What are your plans, Master?"
Hua Rong looked up at the sky, which was a clear, bright blue, and the wind carried the scent of fresh grass.
Lifting his monk's robe, his handsome features blossomed like an ink painting in an instant.
Hua Rong smiled and said, "This humble monk comes from Jingyang Temple and grew up in Jingyang Temple. I should share life and death with it."
Prime Minister Tu was taken aback, and then sadness welled up in his eyes.
He understood Hua Rong's thoughts, so he didn't try to persuade her.
"Rest assured, Master, I will do my best to persuade His Majesty to rescind this order."
Hua Rong nodded without saying anything more.
She turned around and left the Prime Minister's residence step by step, her back view slender yet upright!
"Don't go! Bald monk! Don't go!"
Tu Zijun knew that Hua Rong was leaving today, and he thought he would be very happy.
After all, he had been bullied terribly by Hua Rong these past few days.
You can't argue with her, and you can't beat her.
If you disobey even slightly, you'll be given bitter medicine and pricked with needles.
He absolutely hates that bald monk!
But when the moment actually came for her to leave, he paced back and forth in the room, feeling extremely agitated.
I keep remembering that night when he collapsed on top of me, his slender arms, his sweet fragrance...
I remember her clean, bright eyes and brows, and her long, slender, fair fingers when she held a pen…
I remember the warmth that traveled from her wrist to my entire body every time she took my pulse...
In short, he missed her so much that he couldn't sit still, and his mind was filled with nothing but her!
So he rushed out of the room without even putting on his outer garment.
He was completely stunned when he heard what she and his father said!
No matter how spoiled or foolish he was, he understood the meaning of the phrase "coexisting with the temple."
She's going back to Jingyang Temple to die!
At that moment, a surge of fear, dread, and pain welled up inside him, prompting him to shout those words.
"You unfilial son, what are you doing out here at this time? Do you want to make things difficult for Master Qingfeng? Your clothes are still disheveled! You unfilial son, do you want to die?"
Ignoring Prime Minister Tu's words, Tu Zijun rushed to Hua Rong's side and grabbed her arm.
It's so thin, it looks like it would break if you just folded it.
He coughed a few times, and under her gaze, he said urgently, "Don't go, don't go to your death!"
Hua Rong looked at him for a while, then broke free from his grasp.
“Young Master Tu, my fellow disciples are at Jingyang Temple. I remember every blade of grass, every tree, every table and chair there. I can’t not go back. Or rather, why does Young Master Tu insist on keeping me here?”
Tu Zijun was not a smart man; he was quite stupid. In the past, relying on Prime Minister Tu's favor, he spent his days walking dogs and playing with crickets in Xuanjing, living a decadent and dissolute life.
He was neither good at literature nor at martial arts.
He didn't know how to answer Hua Rong's question, and he was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead.
Seeing his reaction, Hua Rong continued indifferently, "This humble monk is leaving."
As if provoked, Tu Zijun grabbed her hand again and said quickly, "Master, I'm sick!"
Hua Rong: "???"
Once the first sentence is spoken, the second sentence becomes easy.
Tu Zijun said in a serious tone, "Master, I'm sick! Doctors have the heart of parents, you can't just watch me die, can you?"
Hua Rong looked at him for a while before saying seriously, "Young Master Tu, although you still cough from time to time, it's nothing serious. What I mean is, you've recovered completely."
After saying that, she broke free from Tu Zijun's hand, took two steps back to create distance between them, and looked at Prime Minister Tu: "Prime Minister, this humble monk will take his leave now."
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