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Xu Hanyuan is an old doctor in the palace. He has superb medical skills. He has practiced medicine for many years and has dealt with countless difficult and miscellaneous diseases.After a closer look just now, Xu Hanyuan replied: "The edge of the wound is neat and neat, and Yichen can tell it is a sword wound."

"Sword injury..." Xiang Yu frowned.Speaking of swords, Xiang Yu subconsciously remembered the time when the abolished prince was besieging the palace and Xiang Rong entered the palace with a sword to rescue him. The most injured person in that time was his hand, which he held in front of him. The waste prince stabbed him with the long sword. At that time, the wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, but even if the wound was so severe, there was no trace of it after healed. What's more, he was very familiar with the compatible body. What happened to these wounds that he had never seen before? here?

Thinking of this, Xiang Yu subconsciously looked at Xiang Rong, who was lying there with a pale complexion, motionless, his voice was weak, and it was eerily quiet.

But at this moment, Xu Hanyuan paused, and then said again: "Your Highness still has a little injury..."

"What else?" Xiang Yu asked immediately.

"What's more, the prince's wound should have been burned by fire, so even if the jade ointment has been applied all the time, the new flesh will grow, but the scars have not completely faded yet."

Surprise flashed across Xiang Yu's sharp eyes: "Huo Zhuo?"

"Yes, for ordinary scars, the new flesh that grows after the injury is generally pink and white, and the old and new joints are white. If you take good care of it, it will only take two or three years. There will be no traces, even if the scars will not fade. Compared with the surrounding ones that are intact It should be more obvious, but the lord is very different." Xu Hanyuan moved his knees to the side to get out of sight, "Your Majesty, please take a look—"

Xiang Yu looked at Xu Hanyuan's pointing eyes, and it was indeed the same as what he said, ordinary scars, the new flesh that grows later is light in color, but the edge of the scar on Rongrong's arm is dark in color.

Xiang Yu said: "If you scratch the scab or tear the wound repeatedly, the color of the scar will become darker. Why do you think it must be burning?"

Xu Hanyuan shook his head: "From the edge, there is no trace of tearing and expanding on the prince's body, and I guess that this is most likely caused by the skin and flesh being burned by the fire when the wound was exposed and the blood oozes out before it condenses."

Xu Hanyuan has been working in the Imperial Hospital for so many years, and there is a dense imperial palace buried in this corner.He naturally knows how to keep his mouth shut.

After Xu Hanyuan withdrew, Xiang Yu sat on the side of the couch holding Zhuang Rong's hand and watched over him. He looked down at Zhuo Rong's pale and fragile face, obviously the pain was over, but Xiang Rong's expression was still in pain, with cold sweat constantly breaking out on his forehead.

Putting his hands on Chuan's heart, which Xiang Rong couldn't rub, Xiang Yu's eyebrows furrowed more and more.

When Xiang Rong came back, Changling was already cold, he was weak and afraid of the cold, he always covered up the corners of his sleeves so that the wind would not leak in and others would not see him.

Compatible and gentle, dignified and simple, the young man who grew up holding a book has a few traces of ink in his sleeves, his words and deeds are all gentlemen, and the couch is romantic and shameful, compatible and not pedantic, It's normal for people to want what they want, but they think that at this time, he is always shy, a gentleman is hard to resist, and he is full of love. When Xiang Yu sees his crimson and drunk appearance, he thinks it looks good for many years.

After he came back, during those lingering nights, he lay his hair on the couch, and he was also moved by emotion, but he raised his arms to cover his pair of watery and lustful eyes.

"The light is so bright, can you pick it out?"

At that time, he didn't suspect Compatibility, but it didn't mean he didn't realize it, but his doubt didn't come from the flaw of Compatibility, but from the tacit understanding between them for many years.

After Rongrong came back, he accompanied him in the imperial study every day, writing for him as before. The memorials on the table were piled up like a mountain. When he was exhausted, he looked up and saw Rongrong. In a trance, he thought he had returned to the past.

However, it is different.

Somehow, something has changed.

There is no reason for this determination, and there is not even any tenable basis.But a lover's glance is often like this, it is more certain than ten thousand and eleven thousand, without many circumstantial evidence, it can be known at a glance.

In the past, there were not so many doubts and suspicions between him and Zhu Rong, they had a perfect understanding, some things could be understood at a glance without even needing to speak.But five years is too long, thousands of days and nights of ignorance, stealing a few edges and corners, adding a lot of wind and frost, waiting for time to allow them to look back, and he looked at Rongrong again, but found that he couldn't see clearly...

The sky was gray and began to light up, and the long night finally passed.

Calculated at this time, the servants of Prince Huai's Mansion should also wake up. Xu Hanyuan came in half an hour ago to look at it again, and prescribed another decoction. Butler Tong was worried, and went to the medicine house to take care of him. At this moment, only The little servant stood guard.

"Squeak—" The door opened, and Ruan An walked out.

It is coldest when it is still dark in winter. He glanced at the door and saw two bundles of quilts lying crookedly leaning against the door wall. He was crying at the door last night, and now his eyelids are red and swollen from crying. A walnut, mumbling something in his mouth, going in and out of the door, without noticing.

In the vermilion wall, there are hundreds of thousands of palace people, all of them bowed their heads and lowered their eyes. Who would give favor to mediocre people, let alone the Grand Duke Ruan An who served the emperor.

It's just that it was handed over by Eunuch Tong, so I couldn't help being curious about what kind of apprentices he could teach butler Tong.

After staying for a short time, Ruan An looked away lightly, and went straight out of the door, followed by several figures, dressed in dark clothes and masks, without recognition.

What should be ordered has been clearly ordered, the shadow guard only takes orders and never speaks much, and only has loyalty when he gets rid of his emotions and desires.

Before dawn, the shadow guards behind Ruan An jumped away, the wind passed by without a trace, the night was like water, without a trace, they left as quietly as they came.

After the shadow guard left, Ruan An calmly turned around, stepped over the threshold, and walked back into the room.

At this time, it was time for Xiang Yu to return to the palace to go to court. The second day of Lantern Festival was the first day of the new year when the court opened. Unexpectedly, he sang and stopped court on the first day.

To this day, Xiang Yu has been by Xiang Rong's side for two full days and nights, never leaving her. However, a country cannot live without a king. In a vast country, the fate of countless people rests on the shoulders of the emperor.

It's not easy to be a generation of Mingjun.There are historians with clear and high-level pens, and they don’t easily write about the ages, but they can write a batch of horizontal strokes to tell the character of the king. Looking down, there are thousands of mouths crying for the suffering of the people, and the memorials presented to the royal case are piled up Like a mountain, which one is not a sharp knife, asking the emperor to cut off his own flesh and blood to feed this country.

"Bangdang-"

The door had just been closed, and before Ruan An, who had been exhausted all night, had time to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sudden sound in the inner room, as if something heavy had fallen, causing several echoes in the empty, cave-like room.

Ruan An's mind was sensitive, and he was frightened when he heard the sound, fearing that something might happen again, he immediately turned and went back to the inner room to have a look.

Hastily opened the curtain, Ruan An walked into the inner room, the inner room was full of bright candles, he subconsciously swept across the ground, and saw a dagger lying impressively in the reflection, and the blade was stained with blood.

Ruan An's face turned pale immediately, but he didn't dare to speak, he raised his eyes carefully from the dagger, and looked up all the way, from the scattered blood on the ground all the way to Xiang Yu's robe, Ruan An's pupils constricted.

Blood spattered, and the blood on Xiang Yu's sleeve was mottled, while scarlet blood dripped down from his hand continuously.The sharp edge of his sharp dagger forcibly cut his own flesh, and when he pulled the knife away, the flesh and flesh of his palm were ripped apart, and the blood was pouring out. When he raised his hand, the blood still couldn't stop dripping.

The long candle beside the couch had been burning all night, and when the flame reached the last cluster saturated with lamp oil, there was a sudden "beep" sound——

The swaying and jumping flames were reflected in Xiang Yu's eyes, as if he had been bewitched, and Xiang Yu slowly raised the blood-stained hand hanging by his side, and stretched it towards the candle in front of him.

Ruan An's heart skipped a beat: "Your Majesty!"

But Xiang Yu couldn't hear the same thing, so he resolutely stretched out his hand to wrap around the burning candle body, and the moment he held the hot candle oil, the candle oil was boiling hot, and Ruan An, who was below, suddenly took a breath when he heard the sound of burning flesh. .

Sweat broke out on Xiang Yu's forehead, but he was even more ruthless, enduring the pain, and suddenly clenched his five fingers, holding the burning flame into his palm.