I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 28: A Scourge Lives a Thousand Years

Even when he had Jiu go to the Imperial Hospital to "obtain" medicine dregs, he was seen.

Rong Heng said, "Young Master Gu, it seems you also stole the Jade Snow Tiao from the Imperial Kitchen."

Gu Lan said word by word, "But that dish, you also ate it, Brother Hang, you’re an accomplice."

Rong Heng was speechless.

"——This is golden sore medicine, falling and hitting powder, Heart Protection Pill, Jade Muscle Pain Relief Ointment, angelica, Aconite, goji berries, Pinellia ternata..." Gu Lan began naming the medicines.

All of these are excellent medicines for treating external injuries and promoting blood circulation to remove blood stasis, and there are even a few bottles of pills worth a fortune.

Before entering the palace, Gu Lan specifically asked Madam Zhou to prepare many medicines for her, saying that as she was studying abroad alone, she couldn’t avoid bumps and bruises, and even the best medicine in the palace wasn’t as meticulous as her family’s.

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhou had the Zhou Family send numerous rare medicinal materials and various advanced ointments and pills, which Gu Lan inspected one by one, discarding those mixed with mercury, leaving only the good ones.

Upon hearing the names of the medicines from her mouth, Rong Heng’s eyes deepened like ink.

He knew medicine, how could he not know the effects of these medicines?

"I had Jiu fetch medicine dregs to concoct medicine for Yan Qing, the medicine isn’t suitable, Young Master Gu, you’d better take these back." He refused faintly.

"And what about yourself?" Gu Lan, without explaining whether the medicine was for Erhua or for him, focused her gaze, intently staring at him as if trying to bore a hole through the pale and stern young man before her.

"It’s nothing serious."

She looked at the pale yet handsome young man before her, and without much thought, knew he was being stubborn.

Gu Lan couldn’t help but say, "Brother Hang, sometimes you are distant and ruthless, other times courteous and unpredictable, which one is the real you?"

Rong Heng swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat, his expression unchanged by the slightest, retorting, "Young Master Gu, sometimes you jest and are shameless, deeply concealed, yet how are you a frivolous libertine?"

"Brother Hang, it seems we are truly a perfect match..." Gu Lan looked at Rong Heng’s dark face, and changed her words, "Good brothers indeed!"

Her two long, fair claws were placed on the edge of the stone table, clutching at the cracks, eager to grab onto his clothes.

Rong Heng remained silent.

——Speechless once more.

In his sixteen years, he had never encountered someone as unreasonable and pestering.

She appeared inexplicably and clung to him inexplicably.

But, what was there about him worth Gu Lan’s entanglement?

Gu Lan sighed, thinking: Coaxing a child is really difficult.

Rong Heng was stunned, swallowing a mouthful of blood with a muffled sound, feeling his entire being suddenly much better, he slowly spoke once again, "Young Master Gu repeatedly visits my Xiaoxiang Palace, precisely, what is your intention?"

His gaze fell upon Gu Lan’s hand, cold and frosty, this time, Gu Lan had no way to bluff.

In his gaze, Gu Lan silently retracted her hand into her sleeve, lifting her head, her eyes clear as crystal:

"Brother Hang, actually I saw you can take a beating and wanted to learn a few tricks, then make friends with you."

Rong Heng’s eyes narrowed, "Someone’s hitting you?"

"Of course not!"

Gu Lan immediately denied, but her small face looked pitiful:

"You also know, I’ve been frail and sickly since childhood, the doctor predicted I wouldn’t live past twenty, and I even fell into the water recently, but you are different— it seems like you’re beaten by Rong Qijun every day, cough cough cough, yet you can still silently follow me—"

As she spoke, she coughed, performing like someone with consumption on the spot.

Rong Heng: ...

Why did he feel that Gu Lan seemed quite admiring of the fact he got beaten every day?

"Young Master Gu, you’re overthinking, you are very sturdy, wall-climbing is no problem."

Rong Heng pressed down on his throbbing temple, reminding himself not to get angry, squinting and recalling Gu Lan’s scene of leaping on the wall.

"That’s because my father said I am a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a century, even though my constitution is weak, I can learn anything with my extraordinary talent!" Gu Lan didn’t hesitate to pull in Marquis Gu to take the blame.

Rong Heng furrowed his brow, speaking word by word, "Young Master Gu, have you heard this saying before?"

"Which one? I hope Brother Hang won’t hesitate to enlighten me."

"Good people don’t live long." Rong Heng said word by word.

Good people don’t live long, disasters linger for a thousand years.

Gu Lan’s face changed, squeezing out a few grievances, "Brother Hang, then I’m surely doomed."

Rong Heng: ... He seemed to have never said Gu Lan was a good person.

"Also, Brother Hang, you are somewhat skilled in medicine, just right to treat my kidney deficiency!"

Gu Lan finally grabbed Rong Heng’s arm, refusing to let go even in death, her eyes bright, speaking with full spirit.

Rong Heng’s throat rolled, almost wanting to spit blood, his icy face extremely dark.

He wanted to argue against Gu Lan, but inadvertently, he had once felt this young man’s pulse, it was indeed weak and empty, soft and without strength for his age.

Looking at this boy who was clinging to his arm, complaining of kidney deficiency, if it weren’t for his particularly harmless appearance, if it weren’t for the genuine pills he brought, if not for pitying him for being kidney-deficient at such a young age...

Rong Heng would definitely have thrown the person out of Xiaoxiang Palace to feed the dogs!

He tightly furrowed his brow, took a deep breath, and coldly said, "I don’t need friends."

"No problem, we can be brothers, so I would directly be a generation older than Rong Qijun."

Rong Heng’s aura suddenly changed, his thin lips tightening, his eyes suddenly turning cold again.

"Young Master Gu, please leave."

Gu Lan: Where did I say something wrong again?

Rong Heng is a Prince of the former Emperor, if she became brothers with Rong Heng, wouldn’t she be a generation older than the Second Prince or something?

But she wasn’t anxious, from her experience, at this moment, Rong Heng was merely desperately keeping himself upright.

Even then, he wasn’t willing to reveal any abnormalities before her.

Brother Hang still regards her as an outsider.

This time, Gu Lan swiftly stood up, turning to leave.

Rong Heng raised his hand, "Take the medicine back."

"Brother Hang, don’t be polite, I wish you to quickly regain your health, see you tomorrow."

Gu Lan nimbly and skillfully climbed onto the wall top, then glanced back with a smile, waved her hand, and leaped down.

The Xiaoxiang Palace, old and ill-repaired, its walls covered with climbing vines, wisteria, and moss, with an old locust tree beside it, offering her convenience to climb.

That agile silhouette vanished amidst a sea of green shadows, indeed, like a mischievous and nimble cat.

As everything returned to silence, Jiu retrieved a medicine bottle from somewhere within the palace, cautiously pouring out a tiny pill.

"Your Highness, what exactly is that Young Master planning..."

Rong Heng took the pill, twirling it lightly between his fingers, suddenly, with a flick of his single hand, he threw the pill straight back into the bottle.

Under Jiu’s surprised gaze, he lowered his eyes, finding a gold-rimmed celadon bottle from the pile of medicines Gu Lan brought, pouring out a similar pill from within.

Tilting his head back, 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

he swallowed.

"Your Highness mustn’t!" How could Your Highness throw back the usual medicine and take the pill Gu Lan brought without checking!

Rong Heng had smelled it, and it had the scent akin to a tonic pill for internal injuries described in medical books, he also looked at the medication name at the bottom of the bottle, everything matched.

But poison, it would never tell him it’s poison, nor would it let him smell it out.

Jiu was shocked beyond measure, nervously watching Rong Heng, his hands already beginning to prepare Detoxification Pills.

Who knew what intention Young Master Gu had, the last batch of noodles wasn’t poisoned, but it doesn’t mean this batch of medicinal pills isn’t.

"Cough—"

Rong Heng suppressed a low cough, placing a hand on his lips, feeling the sudden surging of energy and blood inside him, he clenched his fist.

His eyes were cold and distant, seemingly harboring the vast and boundless sky, yet there seemed to be a barely detectable hint of sadness.

Indeed, in this world, there simply isn’t an extra person for him to trust.