My companion is a bit fierce

Qi Lan watched Rong Jue leave just like that.

Anyone present with eyes could tell that the Prince and Prince Rong were at odds.The Guozijian was in a mess, Qi Lan coughed, and hurriedly called someone to come over. He watched the people below clean up with a sullen face, said "today's matter must not be disclosed", and strode away.

Qi Jialing and Qi Bo stood behind the crowd, and after seeing Qi Lan's words, everyone looked like a quail, shrinking their heads.Qi Jialing stood on tiptoe to see that Qi Lan had gone far away, and she was aggrieved again: "He has just become the prince not long ago, so he is so blatant, will he pay it back in the future?"

Qi Bo pursed his lips and stopped talking, and then sighed after a long while: "The matter of Rong Wang Shizi and Guozi Prison's horse...let's forget it."

"Brother Huang...you..." Qi Jialing couldn't believe it.

However, Qi Bo had already left, no matter how anxious Qi Jialing stomped, it was useless.

===

For several days, Qi Lan and Rong Jue stopped talking.The two were doing their own thing, and even if they occasionally met their eyes, they quickly moved away.

The matter of Rong Jue's horse riding in the Imperial College was eventually suppressed by Qi Lan. Due to his status, everyone stopped talking about it. As for private matters, Qi Lan didn't care.

—As long as you don't poke it.

Rongwangfu school grounds.

Li Hongbao peeled the fruit and fed it to Xiao Bai bit by bit.Xiaobai ate something, jumped up and down chattering, and kept looking at Rong Jue who was practicing in the distance.

"Hush—" Li Hongbao hissed, "Don't go over, Ah Jue is getting angry."

Rong Jue didn't even look at their side, he swung his gun and stabbed, provoking and jumping down, a black gun was used violently in his hand.

□□ pierced the air, the wind whistled, Rong Jue shouted loudly, □□ let go of his hand, flipped around in the air and then stuck it firmly on the ground, the red tassels swayed and floated up with the wind.

"Okay!" Li Hongbao clapped his hands, Xiaobai also flew up and circled around Rong Jue as if applauding.

However, Rong Jue's complexion still didn't improve, he waved away Xiao Bai and walked towards Li Hongbao, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief from the table.He has been in the school grounds for two hours, and he is dressed like he was fished out of the water.

Li Hongbao graciously handed over the tea, and asked, "Ah Jue, do you still want to practice? It's getting late, why don't we eat something and rest?"

His dry lips moved silently, Rong Jue didn't sit down after drinking the water, but just stood there and looked at the sky in the distance.

It's really late.

At sunset, the clouds in the sky are dyed golden and apricot yellow, advancing layer by layer. The blue sky in late autumn is vast and vast. Pick up the corner of his clothes.

After Rong Jue finished drinking the water, he saw that Xiao Bai also tilted his head, looking at him with eyes like black beans.

"..." Rong Jue paused, "What are you doing?"

He has been in a bad mood recently, and even Xiaobai, who was raised as his own son, didn't show a good face, and he can vent his anger if caught.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Li Hongbao pressed Xiaobai to protect it: "Ah Jue, it seems to be getting colder, why don't we go back."

Xiaobai also knew that Rong Jue was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to provoke him, so he stood on Li Hongbao's shoulder, cooing.

Rong Jue frowned: "I told you, don't eat such dim sum, it's so delicious that you'll be lazy, and you'll die of fat!"

"..." Li Hongbao felt that his knee was really hurting.

After Rong Jue finished speaking, he glanced at Li Hongbao's face, feeling a little slip of the tongue. In recent years, Li Hongbao's figure and weight can be regarded as a point of private ridicule by everyone in the Imperial College.Although Li Hongbao said he didn't care, he was often sulking in private. For this reason, Rong Jue also took actions several times to teach others overtly and secretly.

He couldn't bear it for a while, so he said: "Let's go back first, didn't Wang Mingda invite you to talk at night by candlelight?"

"What kind of talk at night by candlelight—" Li Hongbao's teeth were sore from the word, "That's called 'asking for advice with an open mind'."

Rong Jue pulled out the gun and put it on the shelf, and replied casually: "It feels about the same."

They are all talking together, in Rong Jue's view, there is not much difference.

Li Hongbao wiped his face and stopped arguing with Rong Jue on this issue.Ever since the few of them got mixed up, Wang Mingda got to know him well.Although Wang Mingda is sometimes unreliable, but most of the time, he acts as a wise man and makes suggestions.

This time Rong Jue and Qi Lan had a rift, and it was difficult for the two of them to be caught in the middle.

Li Hongbao carefully looked at Rong Jue's face, and considered his tone: "Wang Mingda said, their Wang family has a garden in the suburbs of Beijing. Right now, the sweet-scented osmanthus is ten miles away, and the garden is full of fragrance. It's a good time. Please invite us to go and play... Ah Jue ,are you going."

Wang Mingda?

Rong Jue hummed inwardly, isn't he from Qi Lan?

Must have come to be his lobbyist.

"Don't go."

"Okay." Li Hongbao pursed his lips, "I heard that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake over there is good, it's always fresh and delicious..."

Rong Jue lowered his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

While Li Hongbao was talking, he also felt bored and gradually faded away.

A silence.

===

Qi Lan personally poured a cup of tea for Wang Mingda: "How is it?"

Wang Mingda panted, took a sip of water before recovering: "There's no game, Rong Jue just doesn't agree."

Qi Lan gave an incomprehensible "hmm", then turned to ask another question: "What did Feng Xiuran say about Coach Feng?"

"How else can I say it?" Wang Mingda sighed, "It must be agreed."

Rong Jue Guo Zijian violated the regulations by riding a horse, Qi Lan checked after returning, and after thinking about it carefully, he knew that he was dissatisfied with Coach Feng.

That verdict finally made Rong Jue bear a grudge.

In this regard, Qi Lan discussed with Wang Mingda that it would be better to find a way to get Coach Feng to leave the Imperial College.

Firstly, it was for the good of Rong Jue, so that he would not get angry when he saw Coach Feng.

Qi Lan said: "Prince Rong is coming to Dingjing soon, at this juncture, let nothing happen to Rong Jue again."

Wang Mingda said yes, but he said in his heart: "If you want to follow him, just say it, I won't laugh at you."

Qi Lan didn't know what Wang Mingda was thinking in his heart, and said in his mouth: "Coach Feng's martial arts is still good, so he is really a talent in the Imperial College. If Feng Xiuran is willing to pull him and take him to the army, there will be no limit in the future. of."

Qi Lan said so, and Wang Mingda echoed him a few words.

The two had a conversation, and unknowingly went around to Rong Jue again.

Qi Lan didn't notice it, and he seemed to have a headache: "Prince Rong is coming soon. I don't know if he will be angry seeing Rong Jue being so capable of causing trouble. What if I want to teach him a lesson?"

Hearing that Rong Wang Rongxu was also brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, he thought he was a rough person, and he would get angry when he heard that the things that Rong Jue played in Dingjing on weekdays were not good.

——Hopefully sent his only son to Dingjing to study in the best Imperial College in Daqi, if he still fails...Qi Lan made a self-importance.

No, if it were Rong Jue, he still couldn't get angry.

Wang Mingda is used to him like this.As the saying goes, once you are a stranger and second you are acquainted, Qi Lan is chattering over there, but he just wants to find someone to talk to, and it is enough for him to reply with ah ah ah ah to show that he is listening.

Sometimes, when Qi Lan talked about Rong Jue, Wang Mingda doubted his own eyes. How could he see Rong Jue's actions different from Qi Lan's?

Could it be that Qi Lan has bad eyesight?

Wang Mingda was puzzled.

"You are so worried about Rong Jue, not only his wife, but also his father. They are all in detail. Before, I thought it was raising a son, but now I look like a little daughter-in-law, planning everything for him. Fortunately, you It's a man, otherwise I would have suspected that you have fallen in love with Rong Jue."

Wang Mingda's words were no less than five thunderbolts to Qi Lan, and he was stunned.Qi Lan stiffened her neck, thinking about the details of her relationship with Rong Jue.

But Wang Mingda didn't notice Qi Lan's reaction, he still said him: "But you want a princess, maybe there is hope..."

Emperor Tongxi desperately hoped to have a good relationship with Mobei. It would be best if Rong Jue was willing to marry a princess and go back to have a good relationship with the royal family.

With a gloomy face, Qi Lan said coldly: "In this way, isn't this prince Qi Bo's?!"

Wang Mingda was stunned, and slapped himself on the mouth with his hand: "Haha, look at what I'm talking about, that is to say, don't worry, you are a prince, what can Qi Bo do to you? It's all..."

Qi Lan was expressionless: "Have you finished?"

"Say, finish talking..." Wang Mingda didn't dare to vent his anger.

"Now that we're done talking, let's find a way to ask Rong Jue out."

"..."

Wang Mingda observed Qi Lan's expression carefully, and recalled what he said just now word by word, and suddenly he felt blessed: "!!!"

Da Qi is not good at masculinity, but noble men will also play with young men as child prostitutes.In the eyes of everyone, this is not the right path after all. After all the fun, those who should marry a wife should still marry a wife, and those who should have children should still have children.There are also two people who are in the same relationship. There are wives and children in the family, but it is only a night of dew. What should I do when I turn back.

"His Royal Highness..." He was trembling, unable to speak, "You...you...what do you think about Prince Rong?"

Either way, it doesn't feel right.

Wang Mingda wants to cry but has no tears. The Wang family is Qi Lan's niece, and all his wealth is on Qi Lan's body. Now Qi Lan says that he has a crush on Rong Jue!

No, Qi Lan hasn't said yet.

But that's what it means!

Who is Rong Jue?

——The only son of Rong Xu, the king of Mobei, the only heir of the Rong Palace, and the future king of Mobei.

Such a person, no matter what kind, is a kind of grievance to him.

Wang Mingda contacted Coach Feng, and if Rong Jue couldn't swallow this breath and didn't want to be angry, Qi Lan's fate in the future might not be much better than that of Coach Feng.

"Should we change it..." Wang Mingda tremblingly put forward his suggestion, "I know a lot of different colors, fat, thin, thin, everything you need, there must be something you like."

After being seen through, Qi Lan did not become angry from embarrassment. Instead, he looked at Wang Mingda with a half-smile: "Do you think I like these people?"

If he hadn't held on with a breath, Wang Mingda would have passed away on the spot.

"You...what do you want...I'll go find..."

Qi Lan glanced at Wang Mingda indifferently, he always made plans before acting, cautious and prudent, although he understood a bit late and wasted a lot of time.But he never deviates from what he believes.

Either way.

——Even if it is a shocking feeling in the eyes of others.

"Do you think Rong Wang Shizi can be compared with anyone outside?"

of course not.

Wang Mingda thought to himself, in Daqi, no one can compare to Rong Jue.

But it's different now!

He was anxious, as if the soles of his feet were on fire, and he wanted to fetch rescuers, or find something to wake Qi Lan up with a hammer.

But he couldn't, he didn't even dare to move under Qi Lan's persecuting eyes.

Qi Lan's tone was flat, but what he said was not flat at all: "You are right, I should have found out a long time ago. But it seems that it is not too late now."

He handed Wang Mingda a cup of tea calmly: "What do you think?"

I don't want to say anything, let alone know!

Wang Mingda looked desperate, wishing he had never been here.