Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Zhou Renlin was panicked and annoyed, his lips were pursed tightly, and half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight, which was dark and unpredictable.

"Standing on several boats with one foot, half-hearted, you can be careful if you stumble and step on the air." The messenger raised his chin, confident, and did not pay attention to the court officials at all.

"Don't talk nonsense without root or evidence!" Zhou Renlin warned without confidence.

"Heh~" the messenger shook his head pityingly, rather gloating, and said slowly: "Rong Youtang is clearly your son, but your lord has concealed it and did not report it. Fortunately, His Highness learned the truth from other sources, isn't it your fault?"

Zhou Renlin squinted his eyes and held his breath to examine the other party for a long while, and found that he couldn't deny it, so he could only avoid the important thing, and said vaguely: "That's my housework. Since ancient times, family ugliness should not be publicized, so there is nothing to shout about!"

"If Rong Youtang is irrelevant and just an ordinary concubine son of your mansion, even if there are a hundred of them living outside, His Highness will not ask about it, but he is the hottest celebrity in front of King Qing." Speaking of this, the messenger chuckled playfully. , Erlang raised his legs, leaned forward, and asked with great interest: "According to reliable sources, your son is still the most important person in Prince Qing's heart. Command tent and so on, it's in full swing, right?"

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Renlin understood instantly, subconsciously took a step back, and asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

"You are a smart person, and you still need me, a young man in the world, to point it out?"

"I don't understand." Zhou Renlin pretended to be stupid.

"Tut tsk tsk~" the messenger teased, licked his eyebrows, lowered his legs, got up and folded his arms, he was half a head taller than Zhou Renlin, and said in a leisurely manner: "Fine, let me explain clearly, lest you turn around and sue Your Highness for negligence."

Zhou Renlin's face was very ugly, but it was a pity that the other party was holding the handle, so he dared not speak out.

"Your Highness has an order," the messenger finally put away his sneering and mocking expression, and told with a straight face: "The old enemy has been eliminated, and a new opponent has emerged. Rong Youtang is your son, please persuade him as soon as possible to win over him to be loyal to the great cause, and we should cooperate internally and externally against King Qing. Make a mistake, otherwise you will think about the consequences yourself!"

A bunch of greedy people... just as I expected.

"That's impossible!" Zhou Renlin blurted out to refute.

"Three cardinal guides and five permanent principles, the father guides the son, filial piety is the law of heaven, how can it be impossible?"

Zhou Renlin was furious, and asked back with a dark face: "Your Highness has great powers. Could it be that he didn't find out the reason why Youtang changed his name and refused to recognize his ancestors? That child was maliciously instigated by an old eunuch, and he was very disobedient. Working against my own father, I don’t listen to discipline at all.”

"Oh, that, Your Highness probably found some." The messenger didn't think so, and taught lazily: "It's okay, after all, you are his biological father. It is normal for Mr. Rong to be treated harshly when he was young, and his aunt died unexpectedly. Now the lady who sent the killer to assassinate his concubine is dead, one life for another, and the great hatred should be wiped out. The bones are broken and the tendons are connected, the blood is thicker than water, you can coax him and comfort him well , Xu Yi has a bright future, prosperity and wealth, hey, a 17-year-old kid, it's easy to get hooked."

"You speak so lightly!"

Zhou Renlin was indignant, unable to sit down, and sighed: "That is my own son, who of you is worried about me? If it is possible, I will admit it early in the morning, and the gold list will be titled No.

"Well..." The messenger knew the inside story, so it was rare that he didn't have any doubts. He curled his lips and casually encouraged: "Use your brain, think of a way, how can there be a son in the world who doesn't love his father? Your lord is nothing more than resentment in his heart." Well, your wife is indeed arrogant and mean, she has tortured his mother and son in every possible way, but now that Mrs. Zhou has gone to Huangquan Road, you can only make up for it, love him more, and coax the talented No. [-] scholar home, that belongs to you No one can take away the light on your face, how can you take advantage of an irrelevant old eunuch?"

These words can be said to have entered Zhou Renlin's heart.

"Why don't I want to? Hmph, Mingtang is my son. Rong Kaiji is an old eunuch who is shameless and desperate to let go. He has ulterior motives and instigates the child to disobey his biological father all day long, lest Mingtang wake up!" Zhou Renlin was furious, Gritting teeth.

Tch, don't you care so much because Mr. Rong is promising?If he was living and begging outside, you would definitely not even look at him, and you would most likely insist that the eldest son of the concubine had indeed died of illness.

Working together for several years, the messenger knew Zhou Renlin's character well, but he didn't bother to pierce his face. He clapped his hands and told him: "Your Highness is benevolent and loves talents. If you are thirsty for talents, I have told you the truth. You should quickly try to win over Mr. Rong. In the future We are all heroes. In addition, Your Highness has spoken beforehand. This time you concealed important information privately, which is barely excused, and you have not found any suspicion of collaborating with the enemy. I will forgive you once, and I will not be an example, otherwise you will be severely punished."

Get out of here!

Zhou Renlin was upset, restless and depressed. He nodded indiscriminately and said, "Understood. I can't guarantee anything else, but even without His Highness's order, I have to take my son home. It's too indecent to live outside."

"That's right." The messenger snickered, lingering on purpose, staggering, kicking the legs of the table for a while, flicking the porcelain with his fingers, calmly admiring the hypocrite's strong and graceful demeanor.

for a while

Zhou Renlin couldn't bear it any longer, and asked stiffly, "What orders does Your Highness have?"

"Nothing."

"If you don't, please go ahead. I have a headache, so I'm going to rest." Zhou Renlin turned around and wanted to leave the study, but he didn't dare to push him away, so he had to shrink his neck to keep out of sight.

"Well, after working together for three years, my lord still doesn't want to see me." The messenger sucked his lips again.

Zhou Renlin paused in his footsteps without turning his head, and said coldly, "You're overthinking. I'm so busy that I don't have time to entertain guests."

"Really?" The messenger said with contempt and disdain at this moment: "By the way, Your Highness and Your Majesty asked me to advise you to take care of your condolences, don't worry too much, cheer up, and when the great cause is accomplished, Your Majesty will make the decision to continue a famous family for you." Lady, I promise to be gentle and virtuous, beautiful and dignified—”

Zhou Renlin was impatient to listen to the nonsense behind, and said lightly: "Please thank Your Highness and the imperial concubine for me. If I have a chance, I will greet them face to face. Excuse me." After speaking, he hurried away like a beast.

"Pooh!"

The messenger's smiling face disappeared in an instant, and he spit viciously into the elegant and precious antique vase, and sneered with a flick of his sleeves: a mere person who made his fortune by his appearance, greedy for wealth, ruthless, betrayed his mentor's family, his wife, father-in-law, and the queen's faction one after another , a downright despicable and shameless person, what's the matter with dignity?

Night Qingwang Mansion

Xu Shizhong

The Ninth Prince rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel his heavy tiredness.

"Sleepy?" Zhao Zeyong asked, with a crisp "snap", a pawn fell down, approaching the city, and pinched and besieged the opponent's coach.

"Not sleepy." Zhao Ze'an shook his head absent-mindedly. He joined hands with Rong Youtang, and the two watched the chess game intently. They both sighed at the same time and said in unison, "We lost again!"

Rong Youtang sighed: "The other party has already given way."

"Luck is not very good tonight, always lose." Zhao Ze'an summed up dignifiedly.

Staring at the two people sitting opposite him that he cared about day and night, Zhao Zeyong was warm and at ease, very satisfied, joking seriously, and seriously suggested: "If you add another person, maybe you will win."

"What is Tim doing?" Zhao Ze'an happened to raise his glass to drink water, and was distracted for a while, but couldn't hear clearly.

But Rong Youtang heard it clearly, and whispered awkwardly: "Three cobblers."

"Oh!"

Zhao Ze'an immediately objected strongly, and said solemnly: "If you make fun of us as cobblers, are you Zhuge Liang? When we study for another two years, we may lose everything."

"Wait and see." Zhao Zeyong nodded happily, and began to collect the chess pieces, meticulously, and habitually arranged them neatly, otherwise he would look dazzling.Seeing this, Rong Youtang also gave his hand, the chessboard is small, the two hands will inevitably bump into each other, making intimate contact, raising the head and lowering the head, the eyes are intertwined and intertwined, which is not a pleasant experience.

"Master recently praised me for improving my chess skills, just wait and see." Zhao Ze'an muttered in a low voice and rubbed his eyes again.

Zhao Zeyong put away the chess pieces and urged: "Xiao Jiu, you should rest, you have to study tomorrow morning."

"Hey~" Zhao Zean sighed melancholy like a frost-beaten eggplant: "It's great, you don't have to get up early to study, only I need it."

"Study is hard, everyone has experienced it. When I was young, I was in the prince's school in the palace. I had no leisure from morning to night. I read, practiced calligraphy, learned to ride and shoot, and only took one day off in a month. Now you are on a ten-day rest, which is much better." Zhao Zeyong said comfortingly.

Rong Youtang couldn't help laughing: "You can think of it this way: if you persist in getting up early for two more days, you will be able to rest for a day and a half, and then you can rest as you like."

Zhao Ze'an's thoughts were taken away, and he said with great anticipation: "That's right! Then I want to take Chiji to the racecourse for a run. He has been depressed recently."

"As long as you don't refuse to be accompanied by the martial arts master, I will arrange it as you like." Zhao Zeyong ordered solemnly.

"know."

"I will play chess tomorrow when I have time. Come!" Zhao Zeyong slightly raised his voice.

"exist."

"Xiao Jiu, go back to your room and rest."

Zhao Ze'an nodded: "Okay." He got up, stretched his waist, and said earnestly: "Brother Rong, you'd better not go home tomorrow, because you were injured because of saving me, your father allowed half a month of injury leave. Are you recuperating here?"

Zhao Zeyong raised his eyes and stared at his brother majesticly, without saying anything.

"Uh..." Zhao Ze'an blinked, and immediately understood, afraid of being reprimanded, he hurriedly added: "Of course, you can also go home to recuperate."

Rong Youtang smiled and said: "Thank you Your Highness, I really have to go home tomorrow."

"Oh." Zhao Ze'an was a little disappointed. He grew up so big, and for various reasons, he had never had a friend of the same age. It was rare for him to fall in love with Rong Youtang. He wanted to draw him in for everything - firstly, it was fun and lively, and secondly, it was too much. The other party can also help to intercede, which kills two birds with one stone!

"Don't dawdle, go and rest quickly."

"Okay." Zhao Ze'an sniffed and left surrounded by a group of maids.

"Your Highness, go slowly." Rong Youtang stood up as usual to see him off.

After his younger brother left, Zhao Zeyong pulled Rong Youtang up and urged him with concern: "You also go back to your room to rest."

But Rong Youtang mentioned: "Before dinner, I saw Brother Xie Ting going back and forth. Is it about Zhen Qianbao or Bai Qiongying?"

"Zhen Qianbao."

"What did he recruit?"

Zhao Zeyong replied: "He asked to see the king."

"Oh?" Rong Youtang's spirit was taken aback, and he couldn't hide his expectation: "After being arrested for several months, it's the first time he asked to see His Highness on his own initiative. I don't know if he is going to confess to the crime and clues. Are you going to see him?"

"Hmm." Zhao Zeyong picked up the other party's uninjured right hand, kissed it, and said in a deep voice, "I presented the evidence for half a month, but there has been no response, and I don't know if my father has read it."

Rong Youtang hesitated to speak, and after much deliberation, he said with relief: "Maybe His Majesty is resting at ease for a while, and has not yet seen it. Wait a minute, His Majesty let you investigate secretly, and will definitely give you an answer!"

"If I got those evidence ten years ago, everyone would know about it." Zhao Zeyong spoke calmly and calmly.

"Your Highness is filial, has the overall interests in mind, and is merciful to the common people, really admirable!" Rong Youtang sincerely praised.

Zhao Zeyong raised his hand to hold the back of the opponent's neck, exerted a little force, and asked clearly: "Do you want to go and explore together?"

Rong Youtang didn't dodge or dodge, he was frank and sincere, and his eyes were very earnest.

Zhao Zeyong's eyes are piercing, focused and gentle.

Looking at each other for a while, Rong Youtang realized that flattery and praise were becoming more and more ineffective, so he had to hug the other's strong and strong back with one hand, and kissed his forehead with his face up.

Zhao Zeyong smiled, and returned a kiss. He was in a good mood and said, "Let's go!"

The night was as dark as ink, and the two went side by side to the underground darkroom in the courtyard of the Wangfu.

"See Your Highness." The guards in charge of guarding saluted one after another.

Zhao Zeyong nodded from time to time, took the lead in stepping down the slanting steps, turned back to support Rong Youtang, and said in a low voice: "This place is cramped and stuffy, you can't get used to the smell, it's better to come here less often."

"It's okay, I rarely come down." Rong Youtang replied, his voice echoed in the deep tunnel.

A while later, Rong Youtang saw Zhen Qianbao again.

"Crackling~", the sound of iron chains and shackles rubbing and pulling was heard, and Zhen Qianbao, who was wearing a coarse cotton robe, got out of the bed, hugged the quilt and sat against the wall, and glanced indifferently at King Qing who was sitting a foot away.

"Bao Feng, why are you asking to see me? Tell me quickly."

"Is she really dead?" Bao Feng, nicknamed Zhen Qianbao, asked hoarsely.

"Who?"

"The second young lady of the Yang family."

Rong Youtang reminded in a whisper: "Your Highness, he refers to Mrs. Zhou."

Zhao Zeyong nodded, and said calmly: "Mrs. Zhou assassinated the prince with a weapon and killed him on the spot."

Bao Feng exploded in an instant, and the iron chains and shackles rattled and rattled, roaring: "How could she assassinate the prince? How could it be possible? You must have planned to kill her! Mr. Rong, how dare you kill your mother? It is so vicious and vicious, it is outrageous." -"

"shut up!"