Dressed as a man with the eldest son

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Fu Zhuo and Xie Yuanchong sat together, making it clear that they didn't want to talk to Nan Ruo.

Nan Ruo didn't look for boredom, and quietly admired the paintings in the hall.

He is an uncle who is running fast, and he doesn't care about children.

After the clock had gone one block, Rong Zhu came back and took the three of them to the opposite side of the West Mansion.

Because it was a funeral, everyone's faces were sullen, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere in the Prime Minister’s Mansion was heavy, and the servants hurried past with bowed eyebrows. Nan Ruo thought that they had come early enough, but she didn’t expect that there would be others earlier than them. It's my family.

"Master Zhu."

The butler came to welcome them in person, bowed to them, and apologized: "There are too many people in the mansion, and the hospitality is not good enough, please take care of me."

A few people said that there is no problem.

Nan Ruolai mainly wanted to find out the truth.

It's a pity that they didn't see Rong Xiang until they came out after mourning.

I did see Rong Yang's corpse, but he couldn't look at it closely because of people, and it was hard for him to stare at it too much.

When I left the mourning hall, I saw a group of people in the open space on both sides of the stone road in the yard, and the servants pressed down a gagged person in twos.

The housekeeper who had been kind to them just now had a serious expression on his face, and said a word: "Beat."

clap clap.

The boy raised the board in his hand and began to fight.

These paddle-wielding boys were probably specially selected, they were all tall and strong, they looked very powerful, and they clapped the paddle hard and fast.

The beaten person gagged and let out a suppressed and painful moan.

"These are the people who are with Brother Jian." Rong Zhuo explained.

Fu Zhuo and Xie Yuanchong understood.

If something happens to the master, the servant will naturally be punished.

Nan Ruo didn't make a sound.

He saw the face of a slapped person, a child in his teens!

The boards crackled, and soon someone was oozing blood.

The butler didn't stop.

Fu Zhuo and Xie Yuanchong didn't intend to leave either, Fu Zhuo asked Rong Zhuo directly: "What emergency did your cousin have?"

If you ask me this way, I don't believe it's an emergency at all from the look in my eyes.

Maybe it's the discord in the back house, talking about emergencies and blocking people's mouths.

Finally caught some gossip about Rongxiang, everyone was very curious.

Rong Zhuo smiled wryly: "I don't know either." Seeing Fu Zhuo's eyes turned towards him, "I really don't know, I only received the news when something happened."

After a pause, he lowered his voice slightly: "I asked my uncle, and my uncle said it was an emergency."

Fu Zhuo said oh, since his own father said so, it is an emergency, and it has to be.

Xie Yuanchong was thoughtful.

The crackling sound continued.

Nan Ruo's hands hidden in his sleeves were a little stiff.

It was as if... someone had been killed.

The oozing blood has dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle.

He saw a slightly older man, probably a nanny, with his eyes closed and his face covered in sweat, with bulging veins on his forehead, in excruciating pain.

The ten-year-old boy was motionless, and he didn't know whether he had passed out or was out of breath.

Two other girls who were about his age had already slid off the bench and collapsed on the ground without making a sound.

Nan Ruo's ears were ringing a little.

On one side was the crackling sound of torture, and on the other side were the three of Fu Zhuo chatting calmly.

The world seems to be divided.

"Wakagu?"

Rong Zhu's surprised face appeared in his sight, wondering why he was standing still.

Only then did Nan Ruo realize that the three of them were about to leave, his heart shivered, and he immediately recovered and followed.

When the torture was over while walking, the servants picked up the servants who had lost their intuition, and dragged them away like a dead dog. They dragged bloody traces along the way, and they could vaguely see the fallen flesh.

Nan Ruo felt a little nauseous.

Pressed down hard.

After leaving Rong's mansion, Fu Zhuo grinned and said, "Fortunately, Rong Xiang didn't come out. If he sees him, he will scold me again."

In the early years, Rong Xiang served as a lecturer holding books in the imperial study for two years, and he was a half-teacher to them.

"If it wasn't for my father insisting that I come, I wouldn't want to come."

A bastard born to a concubine is also worthy of letting them go.

Xie Yuanchong coughed lightly to remind: "You're talking nonsense again."

Only then did Fu Zhuo realize that there was Nan Ruo next to him, and he glanced at him: "Why are you still here? Do you want to inform your father again? You go, say whatever you want, and I will wait."

Nan Ruo came back to his senses, and was taken aback for a moment, and the memory came back to him. In the few years when he first arrived in the East Palace, he was frequently talked about by the male second father. He told the male second father what they talked about behind the scenes. He secretly poked his head to the male lead and filed a black complaint.

Later, one time the male protagonist couldn't bear to reprimand him, and everyone knew that the original body also realized that he was the one who caused the trouble.

Because of this incident, he and Fu Zhuo completely turned against each other.

"Brother Fu thought too much, I have no such intention." Nan Ruo said, the original body already knew that it was wrong, but the crack had formed, and it was difficult to make up for it. After he tried a few times and was treated coldly, he also gave up up.

Fu Zhuo obviously didn't believe it.

Nan Ruo didn't make any further excuses, and left.

"Okay, what are you talking to him about so much?" Xie Yuanchong said as he walked away.

Fu Zhuo snorted: "I just don't like him, so I'm angry."

It's not that he hated Nangong Ruogu the first time he saw him. In the first two years after entering the palace, the relationship between the two of them was the best. He told him everything, and the result was.

Xie Yuanchong looked contemptuously: "Don't pay attention to him, he can stay in the palace for a few years, and when the crown prince and crown enter the court, he will come and go wherever he goes."

The Nangong family has been an imperial merchant for generations, and it is a great honor to be the prince's companion. If you want to become an official in the court, think about it.

Fu Zhuo curled his lips: "It's not certain, maybe he will become a son-in-law, and our successor is the least particular."

Not to mention asking the merchant to accompany the prince to read, but even allowing the other party to associate with the princess, his own daughter is cheated.

That's all, the son is even more ruthless, Rong Wang is ten years old and still keeps him by his side and won't let him move out of the harem. The imperial study can go if he wants to, and he won't go if he doesn't. What's the use of happy education, what's the use of being smart, a prince More naive than a princess.

"So what." Xie Yuanchong sneered, "Since a son-in-law cannot be an official in the court, he will be called a son-in-law. What's more, he may not be able to be a son-in-law."

Fu Zhuo was surprised: "The empress likes him very much, I don't think he has ever stopped him from seeing the princess."

Not only did she not stop her, but she often took the initiative to call Nangong Ruogu to play with the princess.

Xie Yuanchong didn't say much, he just said lightly: "The queen is not stupid."

If she was stupid, how could she stand out as a successor among the many concubines, and how could she make so many people die for her.

So what if you dote on the prince, compared to the intelligent, studious, civil and military prince, His Majesty does not prefer the innocent and innocent King Rong.

However, the matter of Rong Xiang's youngest son is a bit unusual, he has to go to the East Palace to report to the crown prince.

……

Nan Ruo got into the carriage and couldn't help retching twice, afraid of being noticed by the third grader outside, she covered her mouth to dare not make a sound.

This was the first time he had seen a dead person with his own eyes.

Still watching helplessly in front of him.

The feeling is indescribable.

All in all not great.

He looked back at Rong's mansion in the distance through the gap of the glass window of the car, and there were two stone lions lying firmly at the gate of the mansion.

At this moment, I finally had the real feeling that I had really crossed.

Leaving Rong's mansion, Nan Ruo didn't go back immediately, and ordered the third day of junior high school to go to the east of the city, the busiest and most prosperous place in the capital.

Along the way, lamenting that the world is impermanent and human life unpredictable, I bought a lot of snacks, divided them into seven parts, and gave them to my younger brothers and sisters when I went back.

Naturally, I also left a copy for myself.

The pleasure of buying, buying and buying has greatly reduced the previous discomfort.

Then, with these snacks, I found a teahouse at random.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, and there were few people coming to the teahouse, so Nan Ruo asked for a private room on the second floor with a window and a wide view.

The tea room is well-equipped with tea sets, a small red clay stove near the window, famous calligraphy and paintings on the wall, very elegant, and a balcony full of flowers.

When Nan Ruo went upstairs, he stopped Xiao Er who was carrying a kettle to add water to other guests. The half of the jug of water was enough to replenish his morning water.

Even if he was the only one in the room, he would brew and drink tea according to his memory.

Since you want to pretend, put it to the end, blend into the skin, and carve it into the bone.

Even though he has the memory of his original body, modern consciousness has the upper hand. The three views of ancient and modern cultures are very different. The soul cultivated by different environments cannot be completely changed by changing the body. Every gesture will bring out the difference unconsciously.

Just like the modern overseas Chinese who grew up standing side by side with the Chinese, the difference can be seen with the naked eye.

Nan Ruo realized it when she looked in the mirror alone last night.

Fortunately, he was the master, and the servants didn't dare to stare at him too much, so they didn't notice anything unusual, and he also followed the habits of the original body, and didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

This is a very dangerous thing.

Especially there is a time-traveling queen on the top.

It must be corrected before the hostess returns to summon him.

The first one is to curb the looseness of modern people.

Nan Ruo straightened his back. He was originally a student with the prince, and he received the best education in the country. Let alone his talents and learning, his actions are like a ruler.

He couldn't suddenly relax without reason.

If he was lucky yesterday, the board just now woke him up completely.

This is the ancient times where the hierarchy is strict. Once he is discovered, the hostess can easily kill him, even worse than death. Just one crime of disrespect is enough for him to drink a pot.

Nan Ruo swallowed a sip of tea, and she could still smell the faint smell of blood in her nose.

Not only the walking and lying postures, but also the skills of the original body as soon as possible, such as horseback riding, archery, playing the piano, painting... and long and complicated classical Chinese.

Nan Ruo nodded.

In the previous life, he had worked hard for more than ten years to achieve success, but this time travelling, he had to learn again.

Endless.

He didn't know how the heroine fooled the people around her when she traveled back then, and he didn't dare to ignore it for a moment.

He didn't write the novel, and he didn't have a reference answer to copy.

The only consolation is that this body already has muscle memory, so it won't be as painful as the first exercise.

Taking advantage of being alone, Nan Ruo worked up time while practicing, and after lunch, he didn't have to go back home to eat, and the randomly selected snacks were enough to fill his stomach.

The third grader who stayed outside didn't dare to ask any more questions. He only thought it was because he was in a bad mood after meeting Young Master Fu and Young Master Xie. This was not once or twice.

In the third year of junior high school, I complained to my uncle in my heart. At the beginning, the uncle was also deceived by the old man. After knowing the truth, he secretly cried several times and chased Young Master Fu to apologize. Later, he never mentioned the matter of the imperial study to the old man. Seeing the uncle for the first time is like seeing a thief, he is so shameless.

As time passed, Nan Ruo unknowingly drank half a pot of tea, and Nan Ruo had to solve his physical problems.

There are specially built toilets in the teahouse. After more than ten years of hard work by the hostess, the pumping device has become very popular, and even those with a little money have built new toilets.

After finishing the work, the waiter in the teahouse was cleaning his hands, and suddenly saw a familiar face.

"Master Lin—brother"

Lin Ke, the guard of the Eastern Palace.

At this time, Lin Ke is here, which means——

Someone asked in a different way, Nan Ruo signaled with his eyes.

Lin Ke was stunned when he saw him, then nodded: "Follow me."

Really there.

Nan Ruo wiped his fingers and followed.