Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Rong Youtang laughed dumbfoundedly and shook his head.

"Quickly tell me, what did your father mention?" Zhao Zeyong urged.

"It's just repeating the same old tune." Rong Youtang simply said frankly, he tore off his underwear, and reminded with concern: "It's snowing a lot outside, don't freeze, you put on your clothes first."

Zhao Zeyong's injured left leg lay flat, his right heel touched, and he sat up halfway, took the inner garment and put it on in two or three movements. Even if he was injured, he didn't want to lie down and be taken care of all the time. He had a strong nature.

Rong Youtang took a hand from the side, and when the quilt was lifted, he took the opportunity to observe his injury closely: King Qing's left calf was tightly bandaged, bloodstained, several strips of clean white cloth were soaked, and the surrounding skin Also stained with blood.

I don't know if you care or not, Rong Youtang opened his eyes wide, feeling that the skin on the soles and toes of King Qing's left leg was paler than his right leg.

Ugh……

Rong Youtang sighed in pain and couldn't take his eyes off, but King Qing threw the quilt over his injured leg and said with relief, "It's nothing serious, it's just a cut, and it will heal in a month or so."

"It's too dangerous!" Rong Youtang frowned, and couldn't help blaming the Seventh Prince, and pointed out solemnly: "What if His Royal Highness was more flustered and scratched your tendons? What if you scratched the vital organs? Then The consequences are unimaginable!"

"Old Qi is really a headache. Beating, scolding and admonishing are all useless. Today he is even more absurd. It can be said that he is utterly confused. He actually used self-mutilation to keep Zhuo Kai! Self-mutilation? Listen, do you believe it?" Zhao Zeyong's face was heavy and he was very angry.

I believe.

Rong Youtang said inwardly, and then comforted him: "It's useless for you to be anxious. His Majesty the Seventh Highness is not His Highness the Ninth Highness. His Majesty, Concubine Chen and other elders will discipline you. By the way, what about him?"

"Sent people to escort him back to the city overnight. From now on, if not for the imperial father's order, he will not be allowed to enter the northern camp half a step!" Zhao Zeyong sneered, his anger still lingering.

Escort?

"Calm down, change it or not, it's up to him, you won't be angry for nothing." Rong Youtang smiled, took the wet handkerchief, and packed away the dirty clothes.

"Hmph!" Zhao Zeyong was rather annoyed.Unable to move his injured leg, he lay down slowly with some difficulty, straightened his injured leg, raised the quilt, moved the pillow, and lay down silently, without any intention of waiting to be taken care of.

Rong Youtang put the empty bowl and dirty clothes outside, and suddenly heard rustling behind him, he turned around immediately, but found that King Qing had already laid down by himself, and immediately asked disapprovingly, "Why didn't your Highness call for help?"

"It's just a calf injury, and it's not useless. There's no need to be nervous." Zhao Zeyong's eyes were full of smiles, and he was delighted that the other party braved the wind and snow to go out of the city to visit him. After busy work, come and sit for a while and talk."

"I'm worried that your wound will open." Rong Youtang carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. He became more and more aware of King Qing's personality, and firmly thought to himself: He who understands current affairs is a hero. Everyone understands this truth, but it is obviously more difficult for His Highness to bow his head. difficulty.If two people are in the capital together, and they look down and see each other, they will inevitably forget their intimacy when they get along, it is too eye-catching, and they must get rid of the danger of being criticized by personal morality as soon as possible... While they were restless, the soldiers carried a small tray and knocked on the door respectfully He said loudly, "Your Highness, the medicine is ready."

Zhao Zeyong ordered: "Bring it in."

"Yes."

"Give it to me." Rong Youtang regained consciousness, got up and quickly took it, carried it to the bed, stirred it with a spoon, without thinking, touched his lips to test the temperature, smashed his mouth, his face was wrinkled with bitterness.

Zhao Zeyong smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Rong Youtang shook his head in embarrassment, and handed the medicine to King Qing's mouth: "It's not hot, drink it while it's hot, and get well soon!"

Zhao Zeyong raised his elbows, took the drink, and drank it without frowning.

"It's a pity that there is no candied fruit for your sweet mouth." Rong Youtang muttered sympathetically with his own habit of drinking medicine, took the empty bowl, and wanted to turn around to get warm water and a handkerchief to rinse his mouth.

But Zhao Zeyong retorted in a low voice: "Who said there is no? There is a human-shaped candied fruit as big as you." After speaking, he pulled down Rong Youtang, hugged him intimately, and kissed his lips with the force of a dragonfly. .

"Ah—let go! Did I overwhelm your leg?" Rong Youtang held an empty bowl in his right hand, and suddenly fell on the opponent, flustered, and hurriedly backed away with his left hand.

"No." Zhao Zeyong calmed down.

Rong Youtang nervously reminded: "You must not move around! The doctor has repeatedly instructed that the wound must lie in bed until it heals initially to avoid tearing."

"It's not a problem, it's just a flesh injury, not a muscle or bone injury." Zhao Zeyong didn't care, he was tough and heroic.

"I once asked Mr. Guo, and he said that you have suffered many injuries, large and small, in the northwest. After all, people are flesh and blood, so you should take care of your body as much as possible."

"You're right." Zhao Zeyong was in a good mood.

Rong Youtang tried his best to suppress the heavy soreness, and carefully took care of King Qing to rinse his mouth and wash his hands.

Mentioning his cousin, Zhao Zeyong put on a straight face again, and asked majesticly, "What did you and Xiaoer talk about? Even the king can't tell?"

"Give me a few days, and I will tell you in detail when I think it over clearly." Rong Youtang solemnly promised.

Zhao Zeyong was puzzled and worried, but he didn't break the casserole and asked to the end. He said seriously: "Forget it, I'll give you another three days. If you still hide it by then, you and Xiaoer will be punished together!"

Mr. Guo, I'm sorry.I chose to discuss it with you first. I asked you to be a lobbyist. We may have to be trained together...

Thinking of this, Rong Youtang felt very guilty, and hurriedly clarified: "His Royal Highness, calm down, everything is my idea and has nothing to do with Mr. Guo, he is innocent."

"Both of you are not innocent." Zhao Zeyong made a serious evaluation, and then asked: "Did Emperor Father embarrass you today? Kneeling as punishment or reprimand?"

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Rong Youtang calmed down, pretending to be relaxed and explained: "Oh, I only knelt down for a while and received a few reprimands, and it happened that His Highness King Rui came to bring Song Shen to see Sheng'an. His Majesty is busy If you care about His Royal Highness Rui, ask me to accept the decree to thank you."

"is it?"

"Otherwise? Can His Majesty kill me?" Rong Youtang asked solemnly.

"What kind of death? Don't talk nonsense!"

Rong Youtang smiled: "It's just a joke."

The north wind howled, and the snow that swept the goose feathers was rustling, and the flags flying on the four corners of the camp outside could be clearly heard in the bedroom.

At the end of Haishi, it was late at night.

Zhao Zeyong listened attentively for a moment, and although he was extremely reluctant, he still made arrangements: "You should go back to the city. Take my king's warrant and ask Ziyan to send someone to take you in a small carriage. Don't delay the court tomorrow morning."

"But I want to sleep for two hours before returning to the city. I have already discussed it with Mr. Guo." After washing and wiping, Rong Youtang blew out the candles outside, took off his outer robe, and put it on the smoker cage.

Zhao Zeyong thought for a while, and there was no better way, so he agreed: "Forget it, it's too late anyway. Come up quickly, don't freeze." He lifted the bed as he spoke.

"En." Rong Youtang blew out the two candlesticks again, leaving only one poke lamp in the corner, the candlelight was dim, and his teeth rattled from the cold, he quickly put down the curtain, slipped into the bed lightly, and sighed comfortably.

This kid, why don't you avoid suspecting that the guest is sleeping tonight?

Zhao Zeyong was secretly surprised, but at the same time he was delighted, and at the same time he was mixed with deep pity: If he kept secret for a long time, he must be reprimanded by his father with a cold face, and he felt uncomfortable.Thinking of this, Zhao Zeyong felt even more guilty, hugged the other party with his left arm, rubbed his cold cheek with his right hand, and said firmly: "I will not let you suffer wronged in vain!"

"Don't make random guesses, I'm not wronged at all." Rong Youtang turned sideways, and really shared the bed with King Qing, with his forehead resting on the other's shoulder, and his head buried in the dark blanket.

"It's cold?" Zhao Zeyong said lightly, stroking the other's tense back.

"A little bit." Rong Youtang curled up with his eyes closed, his mind was empty.

Hearing this, Zhao Zeyong hugged him tightly.

"At this time last year, we already knew each other." Rong Youtang said suddenly.

"Yeah." Zhao Zeyong smiled lowly, thought for a while, and said nostalgicly: "At that time, you studied with Xiao Jiu in the morning, and led him to play around with a slingshot in the afternoon."

"Your Highness Ninth Prince is sensible, motivated, intelligent and generous, which is really rare." Rong Youtang praised him sincerely.

"Seriously speaking, when this king left the capital to fight, Xiao Jiu had to be strictly controlled by his father. If the queen allowed him to pamper him, even the best child would be spoiled." Zhao Zeyong commented objectively.

"Ah, it's so rare, I finally heard you praise Your Majesty once!" Rong Youtang was cheerful and surprised.

"Really?" In the dark, Zhao Zeyong blushed slightly, and said uncomfortably, "Father has always loved Xiao Jiu. Fortunately, that kid is young and childish, so he didn't arouse obvious resentment and jealousy from others."

"That's right." Rong Youtang felt the same way.

Zhao Zeyong hugged the man with one arm, satisfied, and urged: "Go to sleep, rest for two hours first, then get in the carriage to catch up on sleep, be smart in the morning, listen more and talk less, follow Ziyu closely, he is the Ministry of Household Affairs Minister, it is reasonable for you to be close."

"it is good."

Rong Youtang nodded, and quietly grabbed King Qing's clothes. He was full of worries and was sleepy and exhausted. He thought wildly for a while, and unconsciously fell asleep, breathing steadily and long.

What exactly are he and Xiao Er discussing?

Zhao Zeyong turned his head, kissed the sleepy boy's forehead, frowned and pondered.

The next day

After the early morning, all the officials stepped out of the Golden Palace one by one, or met and chatted in twos and threes, or rushed to run errands.

Rong Youtang took a carriage home from Beiying in the dark, hurriedly washed and changed his official robes, and rushed to the palace to participate in the morning court—in fact, he was standing in a neutral position, watching the first prince and the second prince confront each other openly and secretly.

"It's inevitable to be nervous at the beginning. You'll get used to it after standing for a few more days. It's best to speak less in the early stage." Guo Yuan pointed out gently.

"Thank you, my lord." Rong Youtang followed respectfully, raised his sleeves to cover up a yawn, tears welled up in his eyes from sleepiness.

Lu Yifan, a colleague from the household department, said with a smile: "Xiao Rong is quite calm when he goes to court for the first time."

"Where is it, in fact, I am completely stunned." Rong Youtang revealed generously.

Guo Yuan couldn't help laughing, and asked worriedly: "The incident happened suddenly last night, and I didn't have time to go out of the city to visit. How is His Highness's injury?"

"Fortunately, no muscle or bone was injured, but there was a lot of bleeding. The doctor told me to stay in bed for at least half a month." Rong Youtang told the truth.

Guo Yuan nodded and said solemnly: "I just hope that I can finish my work early today and go out of the city to take a look at Beiying." He took the lead without hesitation. Walking and chatting along the white marble corridor, he gradually fell behind the officials, and suddenly two eunuchs caught up with him lightly, one of them said in a soft and clear voice, "Master Rong, please stay."

When Rong Youtang heard the news, he turned around and saw the familiar imperial servant, his scalp tightened immediately, and he asked politely, "What's the matter, father-in-law?"

"His Highness Ninth welcomes you."

Rong Youtang was suspicious, and said without changing his face: "Okay." Then he said to his companions: "Sorry, my lords, I'm sorry for the time being."

Guo Yuan nodded: "Go."

"Let's talk another day." Lu Yifan's expression remained the same, he was originally a student of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion, and he had a clear stand.

Rong Youtang bowed his hands upright, bid farewell to his seniors and colleagues, and walked to Qianming Palace.

Turn around the large screen carved with nanmu inlaid with beautiful pines and cypresses and evergreen jade... Sure enough!

"My minister greets His Majesty." Rong Youtang saluted calmly.

The Ninth Prince was present, and Emperor Chengtian did not embarrass his subjects, and said solemnly: "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Rong Youtang stood up, then cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, see Your Highness the Ninth Prince."

"Excuse me, excuse me!" Zhao Ze'an walked quickly to support him, burning with worry, and couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Rong, I heard that Brother Seven said that you went out of the city to visit last night. How is my brother injured? Does it matter?"

Rong Youtang comforted and comforted him: "Don't worry, His Royal Highness Prince Qing is recuperating, and many doctors are taking care of him day and night, and he will recover."

"Oh, why did you get hurt?" Zhao Ze'an sighed, and he returned to his father's side, begging again: "Father, I want to go to Beiying to see, just stay for a while, okay?"

"It's cold and snowy, how can you stand it? Don't worry, I have already arranged for the imperial doctor to visit and take care of me." Emperor Chengtian's tone was kind, but his attitude was tough.

Zhao Ze'an was very helpless, worried, and anxiously looked at Rong Youtang, who waved his hand quietly, signaling that he should not argue with the emperor.

At this moment, Li Deying personally came to report: "Your Majesty, Zhuo Kai, the captain of the Beiying School, is asking to see you."

Why did Brother Kai come here?Rong Youtang was stunned and held his breath nervously.

snort!

Emperor Chengtian's face changed suddenly, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Xuan!"

Not long after, Zhuo Kai, who hadn't slept all night, had bloodshot eyes, no longer the heroic and handsome appearance of the past, knelt down, and said in a hoarse voice: "I bow to Your Majesty."

"Are you guilty?" Emperor Chengtian questioned with a cold voice.

Zhuo Kai was disheartened, bowed his head deeply, and said calmly: "You deserve death for the crime of humble duty, I beg Your Majesty to punish you."