Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

The seventh prince, Zhao Zewu, was riding a tall horse, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, he saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes, and swung the whip triumphantly, making a "crackling" sound.

Goddam dude!

Rong Youtang was so angry that his eyebrows were cold and cold, he took a long breath, stuck it in his chest, and vigorously dusted off the dust on his clothes.

The official robe is blue, and now it is covered with dust and sweat stains, the temples are wet with sweat, and the cheeks are also stained with dust.

"Hahaha, ouch~"

Zhao Zewu leaned forward and back, slapped his thighs with a smile, put his arms on the saddle, leaned over, and said with joy: "Hey, the reaction is very fast, Master Wu thought you were going to smash your mouth into mud! Looking at it from a distance, it looks familiar. Sure enough. It's you kid."

Rong Youtang didn't say a word, and buried himself in cleaning up the dust on himself - in fact, he was suppressing his anger, taking a deep breath slowly, lest he couldn't help scolding the bastard once he opened his mouth!

"Hey, where are you going? How do you walk?" Zhao Zewu asked curiously.

Waited and waited, but did not get a response for a long time.

"Hey, are you deaf? Have you put on airs and ignored people since you became an official?" Zhao Zewu asked in displeasure. He flicked his right hand vigorously, and the horsewhip made a loud and threatening "crack" sound.

What a bastard dude who can reincarnate!

Rong Youtang stood still, raised his head and said coldly: "Don't dare."

"you--"

Zhao Zewu stared, and then realized that the other party was so embarrassed that he dared not speak. He slowly put away his smile, put down his whip and straightened up, and asked angrily, "You didn't fall, did you? Master Wu didn't want to hit you, but just to scare you." It's just a child, it's all your fault for being timid and fussing, what are you hiding from?"

"I deserve to be the co-author?!" Rong Youtang blurted out, unable to bear it any longer.

A little rabbit, your eyes are red from fright?Angry looks are also pretty...

Zhao Zewu admired the other party's white and handsome appearance, instead of being angry, he smiled, raised his finger and pointed to his cheek, and reminded: "Your face is stained with dust, wipe it off quickly, it's dirty and hurts your eyes."

A circle of ordinary people gathered around, and many of them witnessed the incident and felt very sympathetic to Rong Youtang—the Seventh Prince's misdeeds are so notorious and extremely unpopular.

Rong Youtang raised his sleeve and wiped his face indiscriminately, just wanting to get away as soon as possible, cupped his hands and said indifferently: "His Royal Highness, please go, I have something to do, excuse me." After finishing speaking, he turned around.

"Hey, stop!" Zhao Zewu shouted arrogantly, he had just come out of the palace after being scolded, and was so irritable that he wanted to find some fun to relieve his boredom, so he asked angrily, "Master Wu asked a question, you won't answer?"

The official level crushes people to death.Although the Seventh Prince only took a low-level idle job, his background is noble enough and prominent.

What's more true than a rude dandy?

Rong Youtang shook his head, lost his temper, turned around and asked calmly, "What is your Highness asking?"

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

"What are you doing at home?"

"Serve the father."

Zhao Zewu wanted to sneer, but he was just reckless rather than stupid, so he forcibly endured it.

"My father is looking forward to his son's return, and he is anxiously waiting for the next official to return. All goodness and filial piety come first, please forgive me and be accommodating." Rong Youtang was righteous and oppressed the other party with filial piety and human relations.

In full view of the crowd, the Seventh Prince was condemned by his eyes, and reluctantly said: "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go quickly! Don't say that Master Wu is stopping people from going home to fulfill their filial piety!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Zewu snorted angrily, turned his horse's head and rode away.

"Humph!"

Rong Youtang also snorted heavily, turned around and hurried home, fetched water to wipe off the sweat stains and dust, hurriedly changed into clean casual clothes, and galloped to Beiying on horseback.

Half an hour later, he arrived two miles in front of the main gate of Beiying.

Unexpectedly—

From a long distance, he saw the Seventh Prince and his party strolling in the open field ahead!

Rong Youtang yelled bad luck, made a quick decision, reined in his horse urgently and turned around, preparing to take a detour to the south door.

But unfortunately one step too late, Zhao Zewu's entourage has already found Rong Youtang!

The two sides were in a stalemate for more than a quarter of an hour. Seeing that it was getting late, in desperation——

In the coach's chamber

"so?"

King Qing put down the teacup without hesitation, and asked dignifiedly, "Are you arguing and shoving at the gate of the camp?"

"No! No pushing!" Zhao Zewu swore, and said resolutely: "Third Brother, I know that Mr. Rong and Mr. Rong belong to you, so how could you push and push him? We really came in together by accident."

Rong Youtang bowed his head in shame: "Your Highness, please punish me."

"You will come back later to receive the punishment." Prince Qing ordered with a haughty face.

"Yes." Rong Youtang breathed a sigh of relief, and resigned to find Song Shen, who was really tired of the Seventh Prince.

"Huh?" Zhao Zewu looked eagerly at Rong Youtang's permission to leave, and subconsciously wanted to raise his foot to follow.

King Qing said, "Lao Qi, sit down."

"Hey, good." Zhao Zewu was always afraid of the third brother, and sat down obediently, with only his buttocks sticking to the chair with a big slap, drifting towards the door frequently from the corner of his eye, moving around non-stop.

"Why did you come to Beiying?" King Qing asked straight to the point.

"I, I... haven't seen each other for a long time, and I miss my third brother very much, so I came to visit you." Zhao Zewu said awkwardly, with a flattering smile on his face.

King Qing nodded, and said gently: "It's hard for you to have a heart, but it is more important to be filial and visit your elders. Your parents are the happiest when you make progress."

"Ugh!"

Zhao Zewu was listless, his shoulders slumped, and he complained dejectedly: "Third brother, I will enter the palace today to pay my respects to my father, queen and mother concubine. Didn't do anything, stayed in the mansion peacefully, absolutely didn't spend time and drink, bullied others, and even didn't play with little prostitutes or prostitutes in half a year—"

"Okay." King Qing interrupted with a frown, he was extremely opposed to his younger brother wasting his time by eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Zhao Zewu frowned hurtfully, looked downcast, and muttered in a low voice: "You are like the emperor father, you don't even want to listen to me, tell me to shut up! What's the point of being alive? Parents, brothers and sisters hate me and don't want to see me. dislike me……"

As he was talking, he was filled with grief, his eyes were red with sadness, he raised his sleeves and pressed his eyes, choked up and said: "Today my brother specially came to the mansion to scold people, and the scolding was really ugly! He said that I am ignorant and incompetent. , Mud can't support the wall, no achievements, useless, we two have twins, he doesn't save me face at all! Is there such a brother? Woooo~"

Zhao Zewu choked up and sobbed, extremely sad.

King Qing was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "If I were the sixth younger brother, I wouldn't scold you at all, I would beat you!"

Zhao Zewu was dumbfounded, raised his head in disbelief, and stared blankly at his most awe-inspiring elder brother.

"Why are you crying?" King Qing raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes. He put down the teacup and asked angrily in a low voice, "Sixth Brother, did you wrong me? He's telling the truth. You are really doing nothing, wasting your time and accomplishing nothing! You will be crowned, and when the coronation ceremony is held, all the relatives and relatives of the emperor will definitely join in. According to the law, the officials of the Ministry of Rites will try their best to pick good things to praise the merits of the royal descendants. The sixth brother has always been diligent and motivated. I don’t worry about him, but what should you do? ?”

Zhao Zewu slowly collapsed, leaned back in the chair, opened his mouth, but there was no answer, and he drooped his head in embarrassment.

"I was not sensible when I was young. What happened after leaving the palace at the age of 15? In the past four or five years, have you ever done even one serious thing that could be praised at the coronation ceremony?" King Qing asked mercilessly.

"I, I..." Zhao Zewu grimaced, biting the nail of his little finger, embarrassed.

King Qing closed his eyes for a moment, softened his tone, and said in a deep voice: "Father never asked your children to be outstanding. I'm not telling you to work hard to make achievements. It's just that a man should be responsible, at least don't let the family worry about it all the time. You can do it yourself. "

"Third brother, don't ignore me, I don't want to!" Zhao Zewu said anxiously.He didn't get along very well in the past, and he hated the iron-fisted and ruthless Prince Qing, but now he discovered the benefits of being upright and upright—no matter what he confides, he doesn't have to worry about becoming a target.

"Who used a knife to force you to spend a lot of time and drink?" King Qing asked majesticly.

Zhao Zewu groaned, blushing in a rare way.

"Okay. You sit and wait for dinner, and reflect on it by the way."

King Qing got up and went out, and ordered vigorously, "I'm going to patrol the camp, and I'll come back in half an hour to ask you something."

"I want to go too!" Zhao Zewu jumped up, thinking about seeing Xiao Zhuo.

King Qing strongly vetoed it: "No."

"Third brother, I promise not to force him, so please help me, please!" Zhao Zewu followed closely behind, pleading impatiently.He hadn't seen Zhuo Kai for more than four months, he was haunted by dreams, he couldn't sleep or eat, he couldn't let go no matter what, his persistence surprised even himself.

"No."

King Qing, who was in light armor, put on his helmet neatly and strode out, surrounded by all his personal guards in an orderly manner.

"Third brother—" Zhao Zewu begged bitterly.

"I heard that he won the crown in the middle of last year, and the house was full of guests. It took the officiant a quarter of an hour to sing about his many achievements, mainly in martial arts, loyalty and humility, and filial piety. How about you?" King Qing didn't answer the question, but walked away.

He refers to Zhuo Kai.

Zhao Zewu froze on the spot, steadied himself, and understood exactly what his brother meant:

Zhuo Kai is a young talent, how about you?

I am not good enough for him.

Zhao Zewu felt weak all over, groped and sat down, frustrated and ashamed.

King Qing accurately hit the question he had been evading all this time:

If I hadn't been born in the royal family and was just a commoner, I would never have had the chance to get close to him.Xiao Zhuo is a handsome and handsome military general, and I am a stalking mud prince. I am entangled in power, mean and rascal. He cried in anger and forced him to hide in Beiying and dare not go home...

Zhao Zewu was ashamed of himself, and was so exhausted that he nestled in the armchair, so sad that he was so tired of breathing.

at the same time

Rong Youtang walked to the recruits' barracks with high spirits. According to King Qing's oral consent, after explaining the situation to the familiar generals, he waited for a while in the martial arts lecture hall of the school grounds, and met Song Shen.

"Tang'er, did you come to visit me specially?"

puff~

Rong Youtang choked on half a sip of tea on the spot, coughed violently, and accused the hippie smiling face of flying on the grass with his eyes.

Song Shen sprinted in a few steps, jumped up, twisted his body in the middle, sat down firmly and lightly, with his legs crossed, shaking comfortably, cynically, raised his left eyebrow high, reminding those drinking tea: "Be careful." Come on, don't choke, King Qing will mistakenly think that I bullied you later."

With an earth-shattering cough, Rong Youtang forcefully coughed the tea out of his trachea, his head flushed, his eyes filled with tears, he raised his sleeve and wiped it, and said angrily, "What did you call me?"

"Tang'er~"

"Stop messing around! Only my father can call me that." Rong Youtang pointed out seriously.

Seeing that the other party minded, Song Shen accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said with a light smile, "Master Rong is too stingy, if you don't bark, don't bark."

"How old are you? Just treat me as a junior?" Rong Youtang took advantage of the situation and began to find out the other party's details.

Song Shen narrowed his eyes narrowly: "If I get married early, my son will have you—"

"Nonsense!" Rong Youtang interrupted and scolded with a smile: "I'm already seventeen, how old were you when you got married?"

"I haven't—" Song Shen narrowly stopped, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"No way? Seeing that you are in your forties or fifties, you are still not married yet?" Rong Youtang made nonsense, astonished.

"Hmph." Song Shen nodded playfully, and said firmly, "Boy, you're telling me something."

Rong Youtang was full of righteousness, and said solemnly: "I am here on duty to visit Beiying. Is this how you treat old friends?" He especially emphasized the word "old friend".

"Yes! I provoked you. Tell me straight up, what do you want from me? Don't beat around the bush." ​​Song Shen sat crookedly, curled up in the armchair.

Rong Youtang smiled and said kindly: "Nothing important, I just want to chat with you. Hey, how old are you?"

"26, 27? I don't remember." Song Shen glanced at the doors and windows from the corner of his eye, and asked ambiguously and frivolously, "Why are you asking about my age? As far as I know, your family doesn't have any older sisters."

Go! Go! Go!

Rong Youtang didn't hear it, and asked again: "I'm a native of the capital, what about you?"

"Hmm..." Song Shen leaned back in his chair, looked up at the beams of the house, pondered for a long time, then shook his head lonely and said, "I don't know. I'm an orphan. I was in the south first. After leaving the mountain, I wandered around the world. I'm tired of tossing around." , settled in the capital a few years ago."

"What's your sect called?" Rong Youtang asked curiously, and then said generously: "I swear: Except for His Royal Highness King Qing, it will never be announced! If you violate the oath, tell me to be a peanut official for the rest of my life!"

"South Xuanwu Gate." Song Shen told slowly.

"South Xuanwu?" Rong Youtang frowned suspiciously, and asked naturally: "Is there supposed to be a Bei Xuanwu?"

"We are a branch, the main gate has been destroyed for more than 50 years, and now there is only Nanxuanwu in the world."

Rong Youtang had an inexplicable awe of Jianghu sects, and solemnly nodded: "I see."

"What? Do you want to worship me as your teacher?" Song Shen raised his eyebrows and asked.

Rong Youtang spread his arms, laughed at himself and said with a wry smile: "I am poor in qualifications, weak and clumsy, and dare not damage the reputation of your sect." After a pause, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid that I will leak the secret?"

Song Shen smiled happily, and said freely, "I'm not afraid of you leaking the secret if I dare to reveal it. If something happens, we will die together at most."

"Farewell, let's all live well." Rong Youtang politely declined.

"King Qing sent you to investigate 'Zhen Qianbao'?" Song Shen asked lazily.

"No." Rong Youtang said sternly; "Zhen Qianbao first hired a bad neighbor to slander and slander, and then hired a killer Hao Sandao. I was lucky enough to save my life. He is my sworn enemy!"

Song Shen curled his lips and said, "He is really capable, he has a lot of enemies."

——It seems that Zhen Qianbao is indeed still alive, he faked his death last time.

Rong Youtang said frankly: "You have made an oath first, I will not mess around and force others to make things difficult. However, I am going to find the rest of Master Nanxuanwu's disciples and ask them for help."

"The rest of the disciples?"

Song Shen raised his eyebrows and sighed, "When the master passed away, I was the only one in the master's door. I wanted to fly a pigeon to send a letter to my brothers and sisters, but I didn't know where to send it! I planned the funeral alone, and I stayed at the tomb for half a year. People asked for information, and the stored food was exhausted, and he was about to starve to death, so he had no choice but to go down the mountain.”

Rong Youtang hesitated to speak, unable to speak out, and shouted in his heart:

Shimen is unfortunate!

"How old were you that year?" Rong Youtang asked sympathetically.

"Twelve? Thirteen? I don't remember." Song Shen said indifferently, "Except for Zhen Qianbao, if you find any other disciples of Nanxuanwu, please scold me for my master: there is no humanity, no conscience, no filial piety! "

"..." Rong Youtang was speechless, and after a while, he said euphemistically: "I am an outsider, so it is inconvenient to meddle in your family's affairs. How about this, I will notify you as soon as possible after I find someone to ask about 'Zhen Qianbao' .”

"I don't want to see any of them! People are mortal, and they will come under the Nine Springs. They should ask Master for their own sins." Song Shen was expressionless and extremely indifferent.

"Okay, okay, it's up to you." Rong Youtang rubbed his nose, thought for a while, and was about to speak, but saw the light flickering at the door, and looked up: King Qing came striding forward, dressed in light armor, tall and straight, The brass buckle armor material rubbed against each other as they walked, making it as uniform and majestic as the sound of footsteps.

"Your Highness." Rong Youtang got up and asked with a smile, "Have you patrolled the camp?"

Song Shen jumped up with a "crack", and retreated a long way, vigilant and vigilant about King Qing's every move.

"En." King Qing stared at Rong Youtang for a long while, the shoulder armor made his shoulders more generous, turned slightly to cover the person, and then raised his head to look at Song Shen.

The two sides faced off for a moment

Song Shen wisely avoided his eyes, stood crookedly like a boneless person, and greeted nondescriptly, "I've seen Your Highness."

"Hmm." King Qing asked: "My king has given orders to go down, what do you think of the current bedroom?"

A thousand-faced fox, flying on the grass, Song Shen can't sleep in the same room with a strange recruit!He sleeps lightly and wakes up with a start at the slightest noise.

"It's okay." Song Shen sniffed, and said with satisfaction: "The general will let me sleep in the small side room on the east watchtower, and keep watch by the way. It's quite quiet."

Rong Youtang said happily: "The watchtower? Isn't that very cool? I used to go to look at it often, and the wind on it is very strong."

"It's really cool, today—" Song Shen stopped awkwardly, holding back: Come up tonight, and we will enjoy the moon and blow the wind together.

King Qing took a step forward, blocked Rong Youtang again, and said majesticly: "Song Shen, you can leave at any time after you have thought it through, and I will not stop you. But in the army, you must abide by military discipline and rules, obey orders, and do not cause trouble!"

"No trouble, don't worry." Song Shen said solemnly.

After a few words of advice, King Qing led the crowd to leave.

Rong Youtang looked back at Song Shen unwillingly, but was blocked by King Qing.

tsk tsk~

It's really interesting when a hero uses his feelings!Song Shen smiled wickedly, thinking with great interest: Little Rong'er hasn't enlightened yet, so King Qing isn't attractive?Will he not, can't bear...or can't?

Thinking about it, the bad water was bubbling and bubbling, Song Shen laughed so hard that he fell into the armchair, holding his belly and kicking his legs.

As the sun went down, the sky was filled with gorgeous fire clouds, covering Beiying in red.The evening breeze blows gently, the heat fades and the coolness gradually rises, which is refreshing and pleasant.

It was dinner time at this time, and the soldiers were either in the kitchen or in the barracks, and there were only soldiers patrolling with swords along the way.

"Your Highness, where is His Highness Seventh?" Rong Youtang asked in a low voice.

"He bullied you?" King Qing asked directly.

Rong Youtang said frankly: "He frightened me with a riding whip on the street."

"Lao Qi is such a headache!" King Qing shook his head, and said in a low voice, confused: "Among brothers and sisters, he has been scolded most often, and the number of times is enough! He has repeatedly regretted and promised to make progress, why has he not been able to 'know his shame? And Houyong'?"

Rong Youtang wanted to laugh, but since the other party was Prince Qing's brother and it was not easy to smile face to face, he endured the hard work, and comforted him: "Your Highness, don't worry too much, you have done your best, let him be handed over to the elders."

I really hope that His Majesty will punish the seventh prince for another three months!

however

When they returned to the newly built coach meeting room, they didn't see the seventh prince.

"Where's Lao Qi?" King Qing asked immediately.

"Return to Your Highness: Seventh Highness returned to the city two quarters of an hour ago. He said he had something urgent to say, so he insisted on leaving."

"How many people does he bring?" King Qing asked worriedly.

"His Royal Highness Seventh brought ten guards, and his subordinates dispatched six escorts from the Qianfeng camp as usual."

King Qing nodded: "Okay."

Behind the meeting hall are study rooms and bedrooms for the coach to take a nap after handling official duties.

As soon as Rong Youtang entered the study, he poured water to drink first, and then briefly told Song Shen the result of the discussion, and finally said angrily: "We are not from the rivers and lakes, it sounds like a lot of effort."

Zhao Zeyong took out a document from the hidden compartment of the bookshelf, and handed it to Rong Youtang: "South Xuanwu Gate."

"Have you found out who is in his teacher's school?" Rong Youtang's spirit was shaken, and he quickly took it and read it, carefully pondering word by word, sinking his head in thought.

"Look at it first." Zhao Zeyong instructed, he went to the next door to change clothes, and prepared to return to the city later.

Wearing light armor, King Qing walked quickly to patrol the camp for half an hour. He was so hot that his neck was sweating. When he entered the bedroom, he took off his military uniform and habitually placed it neatly.Then wring out the wet handkerchief to wipe off the sweat, look for clean clothes and pants to put on, the movements are quick and without muddling.

He put on his trousers and just put on his robe when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door, he paused and turned his head to look: "Your Highness, I think—"

Rong Youtang couldn't wait to step into the threshold, but when he raised his eyes, he saw King Qing was changing clothes with his bare chest, he immediately stopped and said awkwardly: "Sorry, I was so anxious that I forgot to report."

Zhao Zeyong smiled: "There is no need to report. What did you find?" He said as he walked towards the door, his belt was casually tied, his snow-white jacket was hung down and pressed, and the well-proportioned and firm lines of chest and abdomen muscles could be vaguely seen as he walked.

"Wait, let's talk later." Rong Youtang waved his hands in a hurry: "You keep busy, I'll wait in the study." After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

next moment

"Ah! Don't—" Rong Youtang had a solid arm across his waist, and he was dragged into the room without any resistance.

Zhao Zeyong said in a low voice: "I'm not busy right now, just tell me." He hugged him tightly and brought him to the round table. With a little effort, he hugged him and sat on the table.

The round table is not high, so the top of Rong Youtang's head only reaches King Qing's chin.It was dark, and the lights in the room were not yet lit, so it was dark.

"What did you find? Let's hear it." Zhao Zeyong kissed the other party's forehead lightly.

"Song and Song Shen revealed that Zhen Qianbao is still alive, and there are not many enemies who want to kill me. The Zhou family is the first one, but it's a pity uh...don't!" Kneading, it made him tilt his head and dodge.

"What a pity? Keep talking."

Zhao Zeyong's right hand kept moving, and his left hand hugged him firmly. With deep eyes, he locked on the person in his arms who was short of breath and trembling, and kissed him slowly from the forehead.

Rong Youtang's face was hot, and he sat on his back, grasping the edge of the table with both hands, and King Qing's masculine and masculine aura came over his face.He thought hard, and spoke with difficulty: "Song Shen——"

"People in the Jianghu should not have close friendships." Zhao Zeyong solemnly instructed.

"Well. He's very smart and very defensive. He's just playful on the surface, but in fact—"

Before the words finished, Zhao Zeyong frowned and kissed.