Empress Pei was also a little surprised and looked at the Sixth Prince quietly.

The sixth prince smiled as usual, and could not tell anything was wrong. However, the three sentences were kept inseparable from the second emperor. Sometimes it was "How hard does the second emperor work for a daily job?", and sometimes it was "The second emperor is thinking about his father and emperor's dragon body and wished he could come to take care of the disease in person."

Emperor Xuanhe, who was sitting on the dragon couch, had a relaxed smile, and his smile gradually calmed down as he listened.

Then, when the sixth prince mentioned the "Second Brother" again, Emperor Xuanhe suddenly said, "Have your second brother sent someone to deliver a letter to you?"

The Sixth Prince: "…"

The Sixth Prince's heart was shocked, and he didn't know what he said and did. In the cold and unhappy eyes of Emperor Xuan He, he lowered his head and whispered: "Yes. How did the Father guess?"

I see.

Cheng Jinrong, who was beside him, instantly figured out what was going on. He felt an unknown anger in his heart.

This second prince is really too much!

No wonder the sixth prince was "excessive in arrow practice" today. He must have been so upset that he couldn't speak after receiving the letter from the second prince that he was so angry that he could not speak to him, so he tried his best to practice arrows.

"Hmph! If he hadn't sent you a letter, how could you suddenly mention him and say good things to him from time to time?"

Emperor Xuan He's good mood was also cleared, and his voice became cold: "Take your second emperor's letter over, I want to see what he wrote in the letter."

This is to support the Sixth Prince.

The reaction of the sixth prince was beyond Emperor Xuanhe's expectations.

The sixth prince knelt down beside the bed and said sincerely: "Don't rest ashamed of anger, please listen to your son's words."

"The second emperor's brother is indeed thinking about his father, so he wrote to his son. The second emperor mentioned the second emperor's brother in front of his father, and he also wanted to fulfill his filial piety on behalf of the second emperor's brother, and he had no other intentions."

"If the father gets angry, it will really make the son minister feel guilty. The second brother must feel bad. They are all the sons of the father. Is it wrong to worry about the father's dragon body?"

Emperor Xuanhe: "…"

This silly boy!

You are really filial. But your good second brother is just using the word filial piety to distinguish your favor.

The sixth prince's eyes were bright and clear, like a shallow stream in the river. You can see the bottom of it: "Father, don't be angry, okay?"

Emperor Xuanhe's heart, as solid as a rock, was as cold as a knife, softened under these clear and shiny eyes.

Emperor Xuanhe finally sighed: "Forget it! I don't get angry because of your face."

After a pause, he said, "Xiao Liu, you treat others sincerely and be friendly and respect your brothers. These are all excellent, and I feel relieved. But don't be too honest. Whoever is sincere and whoever is false, you have to learn to distinguish."

The Sixth Prince nodded obediently and agreed.

Empress Pei smiled and said, "Okay, Xiaoliu, get up quickly! In front of your father, just say whatever you want, and don't kneel down."

As soon as this was said, Emperor Xuanhe's eyes returned to their gentleness: "What your mother said is. I am the emperor and your father. When your son talks to his father, there is no need to think too much. It's okay to say anything but say it."

A gentle father, a loving mother. Gentle attention and loving advice.

This is a beautiful dream he has dreamed of for many years, and it suddenly became reality overnight.

The sixth prince suddenly felt sore in his nose, his eyes were a little wet, and he responded heavily.

The sixth prince stood up and looked up, and happened to be facing Cheng Jinrong's gaze. Cheng Jinrong's gaze was also equally gentle, even making him feel like he was the illusion of his relatives.

The Sixth Prince's eyes became hot again. He quietly raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes.

Emperor Xuan He felt soft.

In the past, he would never be happy to see his son cry. A dignified prince of Chu should be strong and brave. How could he cry like a girl's house?

But now, his dragon's body is weak, fragile than usual, and his heart is much softer than usual. Seeing his young son so sincerely and easily moved, a strange and strange feeling surged in his heart.

If Emperor Xuanhe was willing to admit it frankly, he would know that this was a father's deep love for his son who was connected with blood and would not express it to him.

...

The sixth prince calmed down and said, "It's too late, my father's rest earlier, and my son's minister should have surrendered."

Emperor Xuanhe agreed with a smile.

Empress Pei also stood up and said softly: "Emperor, I will give you one and six."

Empress Pei must have wanted to ask the second prince privately about the letter. Emperor Xuanhe knew it, but he did not explain it, and he nodded a little.

After Empress Pei and the Sixth Prince retreated, Emperor Xuanhe looked at Cheng Jinrong: "Doctor Cheng, my wounds are a little itchy."

Emperor Xuanhe was arrogant by nature and refused to show weakness in front of others. He had not been willing to show off after Empress Pei and the Sixth Prince retreated.

Cheng Jinrong responded and walked to the edge of the dragon couch. Eunuch Zhao and others were eunuchs, carefully supported Emperor Xuanhe and lie down, and untied the collars for Emperor Xuanhe, revealing the scars on his waist and abdomen.

In addition to taking decoctions every day, the trauma area should also be changed regularly. The medicine was changed three times a day before. Now the injury area has improved, so it is changed to two times a day.

Cheng Jinrong cuts out gauze with ease.

The scars on Emperor Xuanhe's waist and abdomen were exposed in front of him.

This scar is about three inches long. The wound is sutured very neatly and has now been scarred.

Cheng Jinrong leaned over slightly, checked carefully before getting up and reporting: "The wound is scarred and the new skin is reborn, and itchy is inevitable. I will apply more anti-itting ointments to the emperor, and the symptoms will be relieved. If there is still itching, please bear it a little."

Emperor Xuan He nodded, and after the wounded area was re-applied and bandaged, he asked casually: "How long will I take to take care of it before I can recover as before?"

Cheng Jinrong never lie about his illness or falsely complained, and answered: "At least a year, or two or three years."

Emperor Xuanhe: "…"

Habits are really terrible. Over the past two months, Emperor Xuan He has gradually adapted to Cheng Jinrong's style of speaking and acting, and he actually thinks that speaking out is a good thing.

At least, he can clearly know how his body is.

Emperor Xuanhe looked at Cheng Jinrong for a long time and suddenly said, "Cheng Jinrong, as long as you can completely cure my illness and restore me to the same as before. I will reward you whatever you want."

Cheng Jinrong's face did not move, and he respectfully thanked him: "I thanked the emperor first."

Emperor Xuanhe seemed to be particularly interested in speaking tonight: "What would you want?"

Cheng Jinrong looked up slightly, looked at Emperor Xuanhe who was lying on the bed, and said softly: "At that time, please give me a token of death exemption!"

"The gentle minister is honest and speaks straightforwardly, and it is inevitable that he will anger the emperor. The emperor gave the gentle minister the token of avoiding death, so the gentle minister will not worry about his life and will be determined to serve the emperor."
Chapter completed!