I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 35: Brother Hang, Brother Hang, Brother Hang, Brother Hang
The night is deep, some sleep soundly, while others are vexed.
Zhongcui Palace.
"Noble Consort, if it weren’t for Zhang Fu suddenly appearing, I would have ensured Rong Heng was pierced by a thousand arrows tonight!"
A man in night clothes kneels on the ground in front of a richly dressed woman, his voice filled with unwillingness.
The collar of the man’s black robe reveals the robes of an internal palace eunuch.
The woman before him is none other than Consort Qian, mother of the Second Prince.
With eyebrows raised, Consort Qian angrily throws the white jade tea cup in her hand at his face: "What good is saying this now, useless thing! The Qian Family has really wasted resources on you all!"
The man in black prostrates himself on the ground, not daring to move. The tea cup shatters, leaving several bloody marks on his face.
Frightened, he kowtows, then lifts his head to look at Consort Qian, unable to resist asking:
"It was my oversight not considering that Rong Heng would have Zhang Gonggong’s people protecting him. Afraid the fight would alarm others in the palace, I could only retreat. But, isn’t Your Majesty indifferent to him?"
"Indeed, the Emperor is indifferent to him. See, I sent someone to kill him, which light in the Six Palaces lit up?"
"Then why..."
"However, the Emperor also does not allow anyone to truly kill his fifth younger brother!" Consort Qian spoke through gritted teeth, her voice grim.
She wears an elegantly tailored peony-colored garment, with a seductive figure and striking looks. Her black and silky hair is adorned with a carved flower lotus jade gold hairpin, and her long, alluring phoenix eyes are filled with anger.
The reason she can reign supreme in the harem, even daring to be arrogant in front of the Empress, is her reliance on having given birth to Rong Qijun, one of the Emperor’s only two sons.
Now that Rong Qijun was nearly beaten to death, how could she not feel hatred?
At that moment, an old matron hurriedly rushed in from outside the hall, lamenting, "Noble Consort, the Second Prince just woke up, complaining of stomach pain, leg pain, pain all over his body, and says he wants you to visit him."
Upon hearing the matron’s words, Consort Qian recalled Rong Qijun being sent back, half-dead during the day.
Her beautiful features twisted with hatred, her chest heaving angrily, she swept her hand, shattering the tea cup on the table.
"For the pain Qijun suffered, I can’t move against Gu Lan from the Gu Family, and can’t even get rid of one Rong Heng!"
After a long time, Consort Qian raised her head, fiercely saying, "Execute those three servants who failed to protect their master, to vent Qijun’s anger!"
The man in black cautiously said, "Noble Consort, just now, Zhang Fengcai ordered sent the severed heads of those three servants."
"The Emperor wants me to let things be quiet, but wasn’t the one beaten into such a state his son!"
"Noble Consort, please be cautious with your words."
Consort Qian sneered, speaking word by word, "Fine, I’ll accept it. Just instruct that from now on, waive all allowances for Xiaoxiang Palace in the palace."
This palace loves to flatter and step down. Tonight, with such a commotion, not a single person appeared.
As long as they don’t die, it’s fine.
This is likely the Emperor’s intention too.
"I want Xiaoxiang Palace to become the new Imperial Court."
*
The next day, everything at the Imperial Family School was as usual.
Except for the absence of the injured Second Prince Rong Qijun, the hall was noticeably quieter.
Upon arrival, Gu Lan turned to look at Rong Heng.
She expected to see his indifferent expression, but was surprised to see Rong Heng, who had been serious and focused on his book yesterday, lying asleep on his desk like a sleepy student in class.
His head is tilted, showing most of his dark hair.
She smelled the familiar scent of blood mixed with medicine from Rong Heng, raised an eyebrow, and without waking him, began snacking on the candies she had prepared for him, crunch-crunching them herself.
Rong Heng slept deeply, and in Maoqin Hall, Dean brought Yan Qing, rumored to have been resting and healing for over half a year, back.
Since Gu Lan and the young prince were new to the Imperial Family School, the Dean specially reintroduced Yan Qing to the two of them, and throughout the process, Rong Heng did not wake.
Yan Qing is the grandson of the old Minister of Rites Rong Mu and the cousin of the Princes and Princesses.
Rong Mu’s only daughter died in childbirth over a decade ago, leaving behind Yan Qing, who is naturally cherished like a treasure.
Half a year ago, Yan Qing left the palace due to illness, returning home to recuperate, only returning to the Imperial Family School today.
No one knows what illness Yan Qing had, but now that he’s back, surely he’s mostly recovered.
"Ah, finally someone shorter, yet I’m still the youngest," During recess, Rong Yunhao pointed to the slim boy sitting in the corner of the front row, whispering to Gu Lan.
"Don’t think about it, this time you’re the youngest, without exception."
Gu Lan glanced once at Yan Qing, the child, though three or four years older than Rong Qijun, appeared thin and small, his face pale, looking frail as if only just recovering from a severe illness.
Who knows what kind of illness, cured by Rong Heng.
Gu Lan returned to her seat, wanting to ask Rong Heng directly.
Rong Heng was still asleep, but his face was exposed, showing a handsome, chillingly stern profile.
Gu Lan’s pupils shrank, noticing a crimson, slender scar on that profile.
Yesterday, was it scraped by the stones on the ground?
She recalled carefully, it seemed that when Rong Heng was pinned to the ground, his face indeed got scratched.
Gu Lan couldn’t help but reach out a hand to touch the scar, suddenly meeting Rong Heng’s jet-black eyes.
"Does it hurt?"
Gu Lan hadn’t expected him to wake up suddenly, and for a moment, her words were a bit stuttered.
Rong Heng looked at her for a while, seeming not fully awake yet, with a hint of confusion and laziness in his black eyes, and a shimmer deep in his pupils.
Gu Lan noticed that there were some small scabbed wounds on the corner of his jaw, probably scratched yesterday.
Rong Heng’s eyes slowly sank, returning to a state of cold solitude. He pursed his lips without saying a word.
The teacher entered the hall to begin the lesson, and Gu Lan had to turn her head away.
Rong Heng sat up, pressed his abdominal wound, furrowing his brow, his face growing colder.
At that moment, a small paper ball mysteriously appeared on the unfurled scroll.
Rong Heng was taken aback, raising his head as another paper ball dropped down from the side above.
Gu Lan, with her hands behind her back, let her slender, fair fingertips rest lightly on the desk in front of him, softly tapping the desk.
Once, twice—
Rong Heng felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken twice.
He frowned and opened the first paper ball, noticing a line of crooked ink words.
"Brother Hang, the Jade Muscle Pain Relief Ointment I gave you is very useful, you can use it for skin care."
Such ugly handwriting.
Rong Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, yet his hand couldn’t help but touch his face.
He had never cared about the wound on his face, after all, his abdomen was always hurting, what did the face matter?
Jade Muscle Pain Relief Ointment is a miraculous remedy for women to heal injuries without leaving scars, and Gu Lan wants him to use it for skin care?
Rong Heng opened the second paper ball.
"Brother Hang, are you hungry? I’m so hungry!"
Rong Heng touched his belly, his expression growing darker.
He hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, and now he was very hungry.
But how could the heir of the Dingyuan Marquis not have eaten? Impossible! Doesn’t he have a personal maid who cooks very well!
Rong Heng glanced at the sun outside the hall, thinking, just eaten and hungry again, Gu Lan really is a glutton!
At that moment, the third paper ball hit him.
"Brother Hang, what are we having for lunch?"
Rong Heng: Does he only have food in his head!
"Brother Hang, what are we eating for dinner?"
Rong Heng: ...
"Brother Hang, do you need ginseng supplements? My mother gave me quite a few, some two hundred years old, others five hundred."
"Brother Hang, what illness did Yan Qing have?"
"Brother Hang, why don’t you reply to me?"
...
Rong Heng frustratedly held his forehead, took a deep breath, then carefully looked at the paper scraps on the desk again, picked up a pen, wrote two characters, balled it up, and threw it over:
"Get lost."
Gu Lan observed carefully, feeling that the male protagonist’s handwriting had an indescribable charm and character, really good-looking... Anyway, much better than her own handwriting.
Class dismissed,
Rong Heng felt relieved.
He let out a long breath, closed his eyes to rest for a short while until Gu Lan suddenly slammed the desk, startling him into an intense shiver, almost bursting his wound.
"Brother Hang, how did you know we were having eggs for lunch?"
Rong Heng: ...
He slowly raised his head, swallowed the blood in his mouth, his eyes dark and brooding, as if with a hint of crimson.
Gu Lan lifted the lid of the food box and said, "Brother Hang, look at you, hungry with red eyes."
Inside the food box, the first layer had two bowls of soft, delicate steamed egg custard, sprinkled with minced meat sauce and chives, tempting aroma wafting.
Gu Lan took out a bowl for Rong Heng and one for herself.
The second layer was stir-fried tripe strips, a plate of spicy stir-fried chicken pieces, a crystal shrimp dish, and a plate of sauce pickles.
The third layer had a handful of Mrs. Wang’s secret recipe green plum dried and a dish of lotus root osmanthus cake, along with a few rose cakes.
Rong Heng’s rejection was caught in his throat.
