Qu Yunmie sometimes felt that Xiao Rong was easy to understand, but the longer he spent with Xiao Rong, the more he felt that Xiao Rong was really not easy to understand at all.
Just like now, he couldn't tell whether Xiao Rong was lying to him or not, and as for Xiao Rong's own problems, no matter how powerful his martial arts were, he couldn't do anything.
Qu Yunmie walked silently to Xiao Rong, then sat down on the chair on the other side.
He opened his mouth, his voice containing a hint of fatigue: "Why is it that the longer I know you, the more I feel like I don't know you at all."
Xiao Rong was startled. He looked at Qu Yunmie, but the latter only looked ahead: "Some things... I force myself not to delve into them. I'm worried that when I delve into them and find a result, I will only find out how incompetent I am."
At this time, Qu Yunmie turned his head, looked at Xiao Rong, and said bluntly: "You make me very tired."
Xiao Rong slightly widened his eyes, but his pupils shrank slightly. He opened his lips and looked a little helpless.
Qu Yunmie's eyes moved down slightly. He stared at Xiao Rong's reaction, and then said the next sentence: "But I can't let you go, and I dare not let you go. The days when I can see you at any time are already like this. If I let you go to a place where I can't see you, I really can't imagine what kind of torture it would be at that time."
Xiao Rong pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.
Qu Yunmie suddenly asked him: "Do you think I am a little weird like this?"
Xiao Rong's head seemed to buzz and he heard a voice. It was a long time before he realized that it was himself speaking.
Speak calmly and naturally: "What's strange?"
Qu Yunmie was still looking at him. For some reason, he was a little disappointed with Xiao Rong who had not changed at all.
Turning back, Qu Yunmie's voice became a little lower: "Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't be so obedient to you, and I shouldn't care so much about every word you say. If you hadn't said that you don't know magic, I might have thought that you cast some kind of illusion on me and turned me into this...even my brother couldn't have imagined it."
Xiao Rong: "Your Majesty is not the only one."
Qu Yunmie was originally immersed in his own depression and confusion, but when he heard this, he looked over quickly, and his eyes almost turned into knives.
"Who else?!"
Xiao Rong: "...and Prime Minister Gao, Yu Shaoxie, and my grandmother, you should all be about the same in terms of your love for me."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
He thought it was ridiculous: "Nonsense, they are far worse than me!"
Xiao Rong laughed. "They are just not good at speaking, and they don't spend as much time with me as the king does. I am the king's aide, so most of my life is dedicated to the king. This doesn't mean that my relationship with them has deteriorated. They love me like their own son and brother. If I can spend some time with them, we will become closer and closer."
Qu Yunmie stared at him with a scary look in his eyes: "I don't love you like my own son or brother."
Xiao Rong nodded: "So the king is not as good as them."
Qu Yunmie: “…………”
Qu Yunmie began to feel aggrieved again. He felt that Xiao Rong seemed to have bullied him, but he couldn't tell how he was bullied. In the end, he could only say to Xiao Rong unhappily, "Time. Yes, all I need is time. Xiao Rong, you taught me how to reflect on myself. I have learned it. You can no longer fool me like before."
After saying that, he left angrily, and Xiao Rong watched him leave, holding the cushion tightly with his hands, and then slowly relaxed. Time.
A sweet yet terrible word that always heals wounds but always creates new ones.
Xiao Rong hung his head. He felt like he was also on the battlefield, but this was a battle he was bound to lose. He had to stay on the field just for his own pitiful face and the last bit of luck, just like the bowl of soup he had to drink today. It was meaningless and made him suffer the consequences. …
Xiao Rong lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he finally looked up again, a head appeared in front of him. Xiao Rong was so scared that he leaned back and almost fainted.
Xiao Rong patted his frightened heart, his voice shrill: "Dongfang Jin! When did you come in?!"
Dongfang Jin: "...When I just came in, I spoke, but you didn't look up."
Xiao Rong's expression was stiff. He didn't hear Dongfang Jin's voice at all. His expression changed. Xiao Rong said in annoyance, "What's wrong? What happened again?"
Dongfang Jin had a silly smile on his face and shook his head: "Nothing happened. Look what this is?"
Xiao Rong looked over and found it was a wooden box. Dongfang Jin opened the box, revealing the gray-green herbs inside.
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He looked at Dongfang Jin in shock: "How did you find it?"
This was the reason why Dongfang Jin was grinning. If Xiao Rong wasn’t so high-ranking, Dongfang Jin would have even wanted to slap his thigh and say to him, “It was the explanation that Mr. Xiao used to deal with the king yesterday. I thought it made sense, so I looked for it based on that explanation. Unexpectedly, I actually found it. It was in the well at Murong Yu’s sister’s house!”
Xiao Rong: “…”
Dongfang Jin handed the magic herb to Xiao Rong. He scratched his head and said, "The king already has a fake one. I don't dare to give him the real one. Anyway, the king wants this magic herb only for Mr. Xiao's health. So I'll leave it with Mr. Xiao. I hope it can help him."
Looking at this exquisite wooden box, Xiao Rong felt even more annoyed. He waved his hand and asked Dongfang Jin to leave. He wanted to leave immediately, but after taking a few steps, he hesitated for a while and stepped back. He picked up the wooden box and went out.
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