The following day, Fang Tianzhuo left for court early, while He Zheng looked forward to his visit to Wenyuan Pavilion.
When He Zheng entered the large pavilion, he was greeted by tall shelves filled with numerous books. After searching for a while, he pulled out a medical book and quickly found the words he needed
Suddenly, Luo Yuanhou showed up, a familiar figure among the books. He Zheng felt excited and nervous, ready to put his plan into action.
He Zheng walked up to Luo Yuanhou with a book, cleared his throat, and spoke with a slightly nervous tone. "Master Luo, you're a bit late today," he said, trying to sound casual.
Luo Yuanhou, deep in his studies, simply nodded and asked He Zheng to examine Empress Luo Fei's pulse. Thinking about Luo Fei, the daughter of Taishi Qiu, brought back old conflicts, but He Zheng set aside those thoughts and concentrated on the job.
He Zheng took a deep breath and focused on the book in his hand. Pretending not to know, he pointed to a passage. "Doctor Luo, I came across some words I don't know in this text," he said humbly.
Luo Yuanhou, always patient, put down his book and focused completely on He Zheng. "Which word?" he asked softly.
Even though he couldn't write, He Zheng had a sharp eye for traditional Chinese characters, enabling him to identify the specific terms. As he looked through the pages, he stopped and indicated a word, pretending to be confused. "I have to admit, I'm not sure about this word. Can you explain what it means?"
He stood next to Luo Yuanhou, exuding a captivating fragrance. It was the scent of an herb commonly used in childbirth medicine, which made He Zheng's body moist and made any man who came near him feel uneasy. He Jinhua had added this herb to ensure that Fang Tianzhuo couldn't stay away from He Zheng.
Luo Yuanhou cleared his throat and calmly explained, "This word means 'to avoid'."
He Zheng chuckled and flipped through several pages. "What about this one?"
"This word..." Luo Yuanhou read the word, feeling a tightness in his throat. He looked up at He Zheng suddenly.
"Birth control."
He Zheng looked happy and thanked Doctor Luo.
Luo Yuanhou looked serious as He Zheng smiled at him. "I want to explore some hidden history. Can you suggest anything?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Without saying anything, Luo Yuanhou went to get two books, choosing them carefully before giving them to He Zheng. Sitting across from He Zheng, he observed as the younger man took the books, his attention divided between reading and being captivated by He Zheng.
He Zheng was deeply focused on the pages in front of him, reading captivating stories from the past. Lost in his book, he felt a peaceful feeling come over him, briefly escaping the challenges of palace life.
While He Zheng was busy reading, Luo Yuanhou couldn't help but be distracted by the stunning person sitting in front of him. He fought the temptation to touch him, quickly pulling back his hand, reminding himself of the need to behave properly.
He Zheng lowered his head, briefly looked at Luo Yuanhou, then went back to reading, sharing a quiet moment with him that no one else noticed.
If Luo Yuanhou could feel guilty and offer to take him away from the palace, then surely He Zheng could handle this situation without owing anything to Luo Yuanhou.
He Zheng coughed, breaking the silence. Luo Yuanhou looked worried and asked, "Are you okay, young master?"
He Zheng smiled softly and said, "Lately, Your Majesty has been quite serious."
Luo Yuanhou, inspired by the seriousness in He Zheng's eyes, boldly said, "Summon, His Majesty!"
Fang Tianzhuo walked into the room wearing casual clothes. He saw He Zheng and Luo Yuanhou sitting at the table, focused on their books. He noticed that He Zheng looked worried.
Fang Tianzhuo looked worried as he walked towards He Zheng and asked, "What's wrong?" He Zheng, with a raspy voice, brushed off the question, saying, "It's nothing, Your Majesty," but his unease was clear in his tone.
In a serious tone, Fang Tianzhuo asked Doctor Luo Yuanhou, "Doctor Luo, can you figure out what's wrong with Zhener?"
Luo Yuanhou kindly said, "I will get some throat pills for the young master."
Fang Tianzhuo let go of He Zheng and said, "If you're not feeling well, maybe you should go back to the palace and rest. I'll come join you later."
He Zheng nodded thankfully, picking up the books he had been looking at. "Can I take these with me?" he asked Fang Tianzhuo, wanting his permission.
Fang Tianzhuo agreed, making He Zheng happy. But as he saw Fang Tianzhuo leave with He Run, he suddenly realized something. He silently signaled to Luo Yuanhou to be careful.
His eyes looked excited, his heart was racing, and he didn't leave until He Zheng had been gone for fifteen minutes.
Meanwhile, Fang Tianzhuo looked worried as he watched where He Zheng had been standing.
Luo Yuanhou quickly delivered the throat pills, but to He Zheng's disappointment, he didn't see anyone else.
With a strong desire to meet Luo Yuanhou again, He Zheng came up with a plan: he removed his clothes and rolled on the ground. The cool spring breeze made He Zheng shiver as he lay on the cold ground.
When he woke up, his throat hurt a lot. He was lying in bed, feeling dizzy, when he heard footsteps. Fang Tianzhuo, looking handsome, came closer. He Zheng winced in pain when he saw him. Fang Tianzhuo's eyes showed worry as he gently touched He Zheng's forehead, noticing the heat. "Why are you so sick?"
He Zheng felt very sad and said. "This is so uncomfortable."
Fang Tianzhuo agreed and suggested. "Let's visit the royal doctor."
Luo Yuanhou quickly arrived, and He Zheng wanted to look at him. But before he could, a palace servant raised the bed curtain, blocking He Zheng's view.
Luo Yuanhou softly touched He Zheng's wrist under the bandage, feeling his pulse. He wished Fang Tianzhuo would go away so he could talk to Luo Yuanhou alone.
"How is he?" Fang Tianzhuo asked.
He Zheng released his hand discreetly, wanting some time alone with Luo Yuanhou. "Your Majesty, the prince has a cold. " Luo Yuanhou answered. "Rong Chen can give him some medicine, and he will get better in a few days."
Fang Tianzhuo agreed by nodding. He Zheng then interrupted, asking, "What prescription? Is it the type of medicine that tastes really bitter?"
Before Luo Yuanhou could reply, He Zheng said. "I hate bitter medicine. Your throat moisturizing pills were great. Can you make some Fenghan pills for me instead?"
Fang Tianzhuo seemed interested and asked Luo Yuanhou for his opinion. "Fenghan pills?" he repeated, showing his curiosity.
After thinking for a bit, Luo Yuanhou agreed, saying. "Yes, Your Highness. Fenghan pills are gentle and calming for the throat. make."
He Zheng felt relieved and thankful for Luo Yuanhou's support. When Fang Tianzhuo agreed, He Zheng was filled with gratitude towards Luo Yuanhou. Even in difficult times, being around him made He Zheng feel safe and at ease.