Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Sober up?

Want to go in?

Rong Youtang frowned, a little hesitant.He walked for less than half an hour, drunk and hot, sweating from exhaustion, his fair cheeks and neck were flushed, and under the moonlight, he looked delicate and smooth, very handsome.

Zhao Zeyong stopped and waited for a moment, pondered for a while, took the lead to step up the steps, and urged: "Go, go in and drink tea."

Seeing the movement of King Qing's figure, Rong Youtang followed without hesitation, his two legs spontaneously trustingly followed, and he also stepped up the steps——

Ok?

He took two steps unconsciously, returned rationally, stopped, and looked up at King Qing who had already crossed the threshold.

Zhao Zeyong paced slowly with his hands behind his back, paying close attention to the sound of footsteps behind him the whole time. He was keenly aware of the situation, turned around in time, and asked softly, "So drunk that your legs are too weak to walk?"

Rong Youtang stared into the other person's eyes, intuiting some kind of unspeakable hidden danger, he shook his head, nodded again, shook his head again.

"Look at you, do you have enough drinking capacity?" Zhao Zeyong questioned straightforwardly, then returned with the momentum, grabbed the opponent's arm, and simply lifted the relatively thin person to his side, and helped him away.

"I, I'm not drunk!"

Rong Youtang emphasized embarrassingly that he was staggered by the broad-shouldered and long-legged King Qing, and stepped over the threshold while holding the door frame, his heart was pounding, and he muttered, "I'll drink another pot of wine tonight and I won't get drunk. "

"Oh? Then who was the person who almost fell into the ditch just now?" Zhao Zeyong said with a smile, without stopping.

Rong Youtang felt that there was a breath of light like fluff in the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, which made people ecstatic.His left arm was grasped by King Qing's broad and thick palm, and he was almost half-carried away. He explained awkwardly: "It wasn't because he fell drunk. At that time, the bluestone slab was not paved and it was loose. I accidentally stepped on it." At the edge, the stone slab is tilted up, so it was crooked." Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long and rhythmic "squeak~" sound from behind him.

The east side door of the Wangfu leading to the alley was closed by all the young men, and there were several "clicks" and "crashes", the copper lock was locked, and the door was bolted with heavy iron plates.

The door is closed?

Rong Youtang woke up suddenly, and the drunkenness disappeared without a trace in an instant!

He suddenly felt inexplicably panicked, and instinctively began to compete with King Qing, exerting strength with his arms and legs, trying to slow down his progress.

However, Zhao Zeyong is highly skilled in martial arts, upright and high-spirited. Standing up straight, he can be a head taller and a circle bigger than the opponent. He easily defuses the opponent's resistance, stares silently, and focuses his eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wait! Aren't you drinking tea?" Rong Youtang reminded softly.

"Go in and drink tea, drink as much as you like, you can take a bath with tea soup."

"But, but, it's getting late, I should go home."

Zhao Zeyong's attitude was tough, but his tone was gentle, and he comforted: "This king has already sent someone to send a message to your family, and your father will not worry."

Do not!

You don't know, as long as I stay in Prince Qing's Mansion for a little longer, my father will be very worried!

But in order to maintain a peaceful relationship and avoid confrontation between his adoptive father and King Qing, Rong Youtang has been hiding things from both sides.He racked his brains, his eyes lit up, and he quickly reminded: "Your Highness, are you going to court tomorrow morning? Are you going to Beiying? You must be very busy, and you should rest earlier."

Zhao Zeyong nodded happily and strongly agreed: "Okay, let's go to rest!"

You go to rest, go by yourself, why drag me?

Rong Youtang hesitated to speak, he didn't have the nerve to speak directly, as he gradually approached King Qing's dormitory, his breathing became short of breath and his heart beat like a drum.

The unknown is always mysterious and terrifying.

Before, the two had had some close contact, and Rong Youtang didn't know everything - but he didn't know much, half understood, he was a little curious when alone, but when the two got together, he immediately became Only apprehension remained.

Oops, what to do tonight?

King Qing didn't say a word, his muscles tensed up, he led the man into the courtyard door, and then into the room door, closed the door with his backhand, then picked him up, strode into the inner room, and put him on the bed!

"Your Highness, wait! I have something to say." Rong Youtang struggled hard, but couldn't get up anyway.

"Wait?"

"When will it be? Huh?" Zhao Zeyong breathed heavily, trying to restrain his impulse, and stroked the other party's rosy and jade-white cheeks with his palm.

"Your hands are cold." Rong Youtang frowned, but in fact he was hot all over, and was unable to move under the pressure of his firm and heavy body.

"Really?" Zhao Zeyong's voice was hoarse, his eyes were deep and dark, he put his left hand on the side of the other's ear, staring intently, and slowly loosened his waist seal with his right hand.

Borrowing the dim light from the lamp at the opposite corner of the bed, Rong Youtang's eyes widened, he forgot to breathe, looked at King Qing, and then looked down at the other party's hand.

Zhao Zeyong untied the girdle, pulled it out, threw it again, and threw it to the ground. The sapphire buckle inlaid on the girdle fell to the ground crisply.

"Your Highness, you, you—" Rong Youtang stuttered in fright, not daring to move.

"What are you afraid of? People have seven emotions and six desires. It's normal. It's okay if you don't understand. This king will teach you." Zhao Zeyong comforted you in a low voice, and at the same time took off his bijia, and kissed deeply.

Rong Youtang's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and with difficulty turned his face away, he asked in a trembling voice: "Since you don't understand, it's okay, then can I not learn? This is too strange!"

"Can't!"

Zhao Zeyong firmly refused, his handsome face flushed slightly, hot sweat dripped from his temples, and dripped into the collar of his subordinates. He tried his best to bear it, so as not to get out of control and scare people away, and asked in a deep voice: "Everything can be learned with humility and eagerness to learn." So diligently, can you forget the words of the sages?"

At this time, how can you mention the words of the sage?

"I haven't forgotten." Rong Youtang couldn't laugh or cry, and relaxed a little.

"It's so good." Zhao Zeyong nodded in satisfaction. Between being domineering and being gentle, he cautiously picked the right balance between domineering and gentle, and he was persuasive. He almost whispered into his ear and asked, "Do you want to learn something new tonight? Or review it? Mr. Rong, You choose."

The skin on the side of the neck was punctured by the thick stubble, Rong Youtang tilted his head to dodge, unable to think, asked dully: "Review?"

"Did you forget what I taught you last time? You are young, but you have a great forgetfulness." Zhao Zeyong reprimanded him with feigned anger, biting the earlobe of the other party, and then followed his instinct, his fingers were covered with rough calluses, and Added a few burn scars, which are tingling and tingling when touched.

"Sorry, I, I didn't do it on purpose." Rong Youtang was so nervous that he spoke nonsense.

Zhao Zeyong smiled, his eyes were full of affection, turned into a loving kiss, gently landed on the other's forehead, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll teach it again until you learn it."

Huh?

In the throbbing of confusion, Rong Youtang frowned, tried hard to remember for a while, and blurted out: "I remembered, it's not right!"

"Your Highness, last time you clearly said that I only need to help once!"

"Really?" Zhao Zeyong's smile deepened.

Rong Youtang nodded vigorously.

"The last time was the last time, and this time is this time." Zhao Zeyong looked up and explained solemnly: "It is true that you were only asked to help once last time, and you said that your hands were sore, and this king kept his promise, right? "

Didn't it mean "only once"?

Rong Youtang's mind was in a mess, thinking hard, but he couldn't refute, so he had to nod his head, admitting embarrassingly: "Yes. But——"

"That's right!"

Zhao Zeyong interrupted in time, he was sweating profusely, pulled off the quilt, covered the two of them, and asked in a low voice: "It's just a small matter, can you help again? It's just like last time , it’s not scary...it’s just too uncomfortable.”

Rong Youtang's heart softened in an instant, he had already felt the thing on his leg, but the other party had been patiently negotiating, never tried to force it to the end, and always respected his wishes.Impulsively, he reached out and hugged the other's strong and strong back, and said softly, "Okay."

Zhao Zeyong took a deep breath, and threw himself down... Soon, there was a sound of panting between the beds, which lasted for a long time.

next morning

The skylight shines through the panes and screens, making the room dark and gloomy.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and Zhao Zeyong is used to getting up early. With his eyes closed, he carefully feels a warm body beside his pillow: very warm.

Satisfied and happy, Zhao Zeyong opened his eyes and turned his head to look:

Rong Youtang slept peacefully on his side, his breathing was long and steady, his glossy black hair was spread out in a mess, his eyelashes were long and thick, he slept very soundly, and his cheeks were rosy.

The chaos of last night is vivid in my mind. Although he tried his best, King Qing still failed to fully achieve his wish, and he deeply regrets it.

"What a timid bastard." Zhao Zeyong whispered and laughed, approached and kissed his forehead, and pulled up the quilt, then got off the bed lightly, refreshed, and sternly ordered the servants to wash up, refreshed A hundred times rushed to the morning court.

Half an hour later, Rong Youtang turned over, in a daze, unconsciously moved his hands, found a pillow, and dragged it into his arms at will.

what happened?

It's the wrong size and shape, it doesn't feel right, it doesn't taste right.

Rong Youtang was sober in surprise, opened his eyes suddenly, sat up with a grunt, and looked around nervously: Where is Your Highness?Went out to run errands?

Recalling last night, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't help but wish he could erase the memory of himself and Prince Qing at the same time!

After getting out of bed and putting on her clothes and shoes, Rong Youtang was anxious and worried, and quietly opened the door.Unexpectedly, as soon as he took one foot, several familiar servants rushed out from the side room diagonally opposite: "Master Rong is awake?"

"Morning, Mr. Rong."

"Is your breakfast served here or in the dining room?"

Rong Youtang was instantly surrounded by a group of friendly and hardworking servants, asking about their health, fetching water and serving tea - only he himself was uncomfortable, and the rest were as usual.

It must have been arranged in advance by His Highness.

Rong Youtang was emotional and moved, he hurried home after having breakfast, he was very guilty and eager to know his adoptive father's reaction.

However, Rong Kaiji has no time at the moment to interrogate his son who is not home at night.

"Xu'er, you are so reckless this time!" Rong Kaiji asked angrily with rare sternness, "How can you beat others together with your companions?"

"Uncle, calm down, I know I was wrong, but Zhou Minghong is so hateful, he repeatedly provoked and insulted me!"

"Brother Yu fighting?" Rong Youtang, who probably heard what the cook said, walked into the living room, and asked in shock, "Father, what happened? Brother Qi, please sit down."

"Don't worry, Master Ling is back." Qi Zhiyang comforted Rong's father, he stood up, and when he saw Rong Youtang, he couldn't help showing guilt and sympathy.

Rong Youtang bowed his head and said respectfully: "Father, I'm back."

"Yeah." Without raising his head, Rong's father was holding a handkerchief against Rong Rong's skin and bleeding forehead, and said anxiously: "Tang'er, your younger brother led someone to hurt Mr. Zhou on the spur of the moment. Fortunately, he happened to pass by. General Qi rescued the siege out of righteousness, otherwise the matter would be a big mess! We must quickly try to deal with the aftermath."

"Master Tuesday? Zhou Minghong?" Rong Youtang was dumbfounded, and looked at his cousin Rong Yu.

"That's right." Qi Zhiyang, who was involved in the dispute for no reason, nodded, and told him as objectively as possible: "Today, I took a rest and went out to visit friends. I met a dozen or so boys who were fighting, and one of them looked very similar to you. I asked out of curiosity. Two sentences, I didn't expect it to be your relative! So I persuaded him to let go. The rest were minor injuries, but on Tuesday, the son was unlucky, fell during the fight, hit his head against the corner of the wall, and his head was bleeding."

"Gathering a crowd to fight?" Rong Youtang sighed at the end, lowered his face, and said solemnly: "Thank you brother Qi for your help! Is Zhou Minghong's injury life-threatening? What about others?"

Qi Zhiyang replied: "Life should be safe. Mr. Zhou brought five or six followers, and there were more of them. After being dispersed by me, they went back to their respective homes."

"Brother, don't be angry, don't tell uncle! He will definitely beat me." Rong Yu begged for his mistake. Although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he was full of energy and his voice was loud, and he didn't hurt his heart or bones.

Rong Youtang laughed angrily, and asked helplessly: "Can you keep this a secret? Your injury will last at least a month, how can you explain it to your uncle?" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise outside: "Don't, Don't move, you have something to say."

"Why did the officials come here? My lord is entertaining guests."

"Rong Yu from Yueshan Academy, where is he? He was accused of murder with an armed weapon. Please hand it over. We have to bring him back to the yamen."

The author has something to say:

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Rong Youtang: What about the one time you agreed?What about drinking tea?

King Qing: Come here, I will explain to you in detail.