127. Wind-cold

Rong Se's tone was arrogant, almost as if he was scolding Cao Lun.

How could Cao Haoyun bear it? Although they were almost the same age, Rong Se acted so superior in front of him. His face immediately turned dark and he opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to say anything.

Cao Lun leaned forward and said, "I have failed to teach my son well. Please calm down, Your Majesty. Since Your Majesty wants to use Jiaolan Garden, it is fine to give it up."

"No way."

Rong Se pressed his forehead, his eyes showing a bit of fatigue, and said calmly: "It is not given to me. I have never entertained guests. The people of Tong County are the people of Dajin. How can the court sit back and do nothing when the people are in trouble?"

At this point, Rong Se shook his head.

"Forget it. I'm afraid the emperor still doesn't understand."

Perhaps it was because he was too tired a few days ago and had not recovered from the sleep in the afternoon. On the way from the ruined temple in the East Market to the palace, Rong Se always felt tired. Now he was even more exhausted. He rubbed his forehead and then continued calmly: "Your Majesty, if you want to rule the country, you should first learn how to govern the country. The emperor is not for pleasure. The situation in the world and the livelihood of the people are all on the shoulders of the emperor. If the emperor can't bear it, the people will naturally not recognize it."

Rong Se spoke frankly, but not for the purpose of teaching Rong Jing. He knew that Rong Jing's character was just like that, and saying this was simply to tell Rong Jing a fact: you are not worthy of being the emperor.

Sure enough, Rong Jing's face turned ugly.

The emperor should be the ruler of the world, he should hold the power and have the final say, what are those common people? They are born to obey the emperor, and their life and death are all in the emperor's mind. Their life and death are insignificant! A lot of money has been spent on those disaster victims, how can they be worth it?

Rong Se is a hypocrite, what basis do you have to teach him a lesson?!

Rong Jing felt dissatisfied and resentful, but he dared not say it. He could only raise the corner of his lips stiffly and said, "My uncle taught me, but——"

"No buts." Rong Se interrupted him irritably, looking at Cao Lun with a reproachful look, "It seems that Lord Cao not only failed to teach his son well, but also failed to teach him the emperor's way of governing the country."

Cao Lun's expression changed slightly, "I am guilty."

"If you know you are wrong, teach him a lesson. You have the nerve to ask me to rule the country." Rong Se stood up with a sneer, "I am afraid that if the country of Jin is handed over to him within two days, the century-long reign of the country will come to an end."

The hall fell into deathly silence for a moment, with only Rong Jing's sudden heavy breathing. He could no longer maintain his composure, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to kill Rong Se on the spot.

But Rong Se didn't care. He was feeling uncomfortable at the moment, so he couldn't control his temper and glanced coldly at Ji Chang.

"The Minister of Revenue, Ji Chang, has done a poor job, enriched himself, and deceived the emperor. He will be detained for the time being and sent to the Dali Temple for trial tomorrow." After Rong Se finished speaking, he felt a little short of breath and took a deep breath, "Lord Cao, is my punishment in line with the laws of our dynasty?"

Rongse did not handle the case personally but handed it over to the court, which was fair enough.

Even Cao Lun couldn't find fault with it.

Even during this period, Rong Se changed his previous violent behavior, and his actions were almost what a benevolent monarch should do, and he could even be called a wise monarch.

Because of this, Cao Lun felt that the situation was increasingly dangerous. If the Regent continued in this way, he would surely lose the support of the people. He even discovered that many officials and aristocratic families who were originally neutral now praised the Regent more than criticized him.

No matter how murderous he was, at this moment, Cao Lun still bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty is impartial and selfless. I respect you."

"That's good." Rong Se pursed his chapped lips, too lazy to say anything else, and gave Liang Shenyu a look that said "let's go".

After Liang Shenyu stood up, Rong Se suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, the confiscation of Jiaolan Garden is a serious matter, and the money will naturally be paid by the court, so remember that."

In other words, no more money will be given.

Rong Se was very frank and turned away.

After everyone in Zhaoyang Palace had left, Rong Jing fiercely threw a set of tea sets, his expression twisted with murderous intent, and he almost gritted his teeth as he uttered the name he hated so much.

"Rong, Se!"

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Before reaching the palace gate, Rong Se frowned slightly. Even though he was wrapped in a cloak, he was still shivering from the cold.

"You look very bad."

Rong Se turned his head and met Liang Shenyu's eyes full of worry and concern. An arm was placed on his lower back to support his body which was having difficulty standing.

"It's okay." Rong Se smiled at Liang Shenyu, trying to reassure him, "Maybe you're too tired, go home first."

Liang Shenyu sighed again and nodded slightly, but his hands were still on Rong Se's waist, which was more like a support than a hug.

After returning to the carriage, Rong Se curled himself up in his cloak, feeling the biting cold wind penetrating the carriage and soaking through his clothes, and it felt like the cold wind drilled into the seams of his bones.

Liang Shenyu saw that his face was pale and even his lips were bloodless. He reached out and gently touched Rong Se's forehead, and his fingertips touched a trace of hot blood.

"you……"

Liang Shenyu's face suddenly turned ugly.

Rong Se was still conscious. For a moment, he realized that he had seen the furious Liang Shenyu. He shuddered subconsciously and said weakly, "...What's wrong with me?"

Liang Shenyu paused for a moment, suppressed his angry expression as if annoyed, and frowned, "You have a fever."

It was winter and people wore thick clothes, and Rongse also wore a jacket under his robe in the house. After coming out of the ruined temple, Liang Shenyu had not been too intimate with him, at most they touched hands, but Rongse's fingertips were cold. Liang Shenyu thought he was cold, so he didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, Rongse had a fever.

Rong Se himself also showed a look of surprise.

Is he having a cold?

"...I haven't been sick for many years." Rong Se said with some emotion, but because he had no strength, his voice was soft and nasal. "But it's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

In this time and space where fever and cold can be fatal, Rong Se is calm.

He seldom took medicine when he was sick in the past, and he would recover by sleeping for two days, so he was careless and did not take this illness seriously.

But after saying that, seeing Liang Shenyu's face turning ugly again, Rong Se immediately said, "It's really nothing, it's just a minor illness."

"How can this be considered a trivial matter?" Liang Shenyu said to Yun Chu, who was driving outside, with a tense face, "Send someone to find a doctor when we get back home, and quickly."

Rong Se remained silent.

I originally wanted to just forget about it in the middle of the night, but facing Liang Shenyu's urgency that seemed like the sky was falling, I couldn't say this.

After returning home, Liang Shenyu directly carried the drowsy Rong Se back to the bedroom. Yun Chu hurriedly ordered people to prepare hot water and find a palace doctor. Lights were on everywhere in the Regent's Palace.

Rong Se, on the contrary, became the one with the most leisure. He had not been sick for a long time, so he felt even worse when he had a fever. He was even more listless than when he was in the carriage. He felt sore all over, and felt hot and cold alternately. He lay on the couch, covering his forehead with his arms, trying to block out the candlelight.

"Don't block it."

Liang Shenyu's voice rang out, and at the same time, the shadow blocked the light. Rong Se put his hand down, and saw Liang Shenyu's tall figure standing against the light. He leaned over, and Rong Se felt his forehead was cold - it was the cloth soaked in cold water.

"Hiss, it's so cool."

Rongse took a breath.

"You have to apply it too." Liang Shenyu just lowered his head and stared, his eyes complicated and filled with fear.

It was the first time that Rong Se saw Liang Shenyu losing his composure like this. It was clearly him who was sick and lying here, but his expression looked as if he was about to cry... or as if he was confused and afraid as if he was abandoned.

He is not indestructible and can become vulnerable.

Rong Se smiled weakly, reached out and gently hooked Liang Shenyu's fingers hanging at his side, and whispered, "Sanlang, don't be afraid."

He remembered that the wife of Marquis Dingbei died of illness.

It was also on a winter day. That year Liang Shenyu had just defeated the Xiongnu and established his foothold in Qiangzhou.

His Saburo lost too much in the winter.

"Don't be afraid."

Rong Se repeated the words with emphasis, his eyes serious and gentle, "It's okay, I promise, I'll be alive and kicking in two days, I'll be with you."

Liang Shenyu slowly leaned over, knelt on one knee in front of the couch, held Rong Se's fingers, gave a light kiss on the fingertips, and then responded with a suppressed "hmm" in an almost trembling voice.

"...It's really just a small problem. Come sit over here, Sanlang." Rong Se said helplessly, cheering up and chatting with him, "I haven't been sick for a long time. The last time...well, it was probably when I was 26 or 27, I can't remember. Within three days, I was cured without taking any medicine. I haven't told you yet...the 24th one is the original Rong Se, I am three years older than you."

Rong Se pulled out his hand and made the number three in front of Liang Shenyu.

Liang Shenyu stood up and sat beside the couch, gently holding Rong Se's fingers. He looked uneasy, but nodded in agreement. "Does the prince want me to call you brother?"

Rong Se was sleepy and tired, and had caught a cold, so he was a little dazed. He murmured, "No, I should call you brother..."

The last two words were spoken with a light breath.

"Okay." Liang Shenyu replied softly, "I'll call you when you're better."

When the court doctor arrived, the Regent Prince had already fallen asleep. Only Marquis Dingbei was sitting beside the bed, still holding the Regent Prince's hand. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, but his expression was calm and nothing could be seen.

Even when the court physician wanted to take his pulse, Marquis Dingbei cooperated and let him go. Liang Shenyu remained very calm until the doctor finished writing the prescription and left.

It was not until Yun Chu came back with the prepared medicine that he discovered that Marquis Dingbei was sitting on the couch in the same position as before he left, holding the prince's hand, looking down at the sleeping Rong Se, his eyes fixed on him, without moving at all, as if he were a statue.

Yun Chu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and whispered, "Lord Hou, are you... okay?"

Liang Shenyu took the medicine expressionlessly, closed his eyes and said, "If he's fine, I'm fine too. You can go out now."

There was not a single ups and downs in his tone.

...If the court doctor had not said that the prince had only caught a cold and was not seriously ill, Yun Chuguang would have thought that the prince had some incurable disease when he saw Marquis Dingbei's condition.

Yun Chu didn't say anything and quietly left. After closing the door, he couldn't help but sigh, with a complicated expression.

The deep love of Marquis Dingbei was beyond his expectation.