Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Come here!" Zhao Zeyong put his arms around the man, shouting loudly one after another, no longer in his usual calm state.

"Your Highness?"

"Brothers, hurry up!" The guards who were on standby at any time noticed that King Qing's tone was particularly strange, and they broke into the door in fright. They drew their knives "shua la" and rushed into the room, surrounded the bed. The first reaction was that the coach was in danger!

However, King Qing was fine, but he was holding a curled up person in his arms.

Oh, it turned out that there were no assassins or His Highness was ill, all the guards breathed a sigh of relief.The leader put his saber into its sheath, and asked respectfully, "What orders does Your Highness have?"

"Call the doctor immediately!" Zhao Zeyong ordered eagerly without saying a word.

"Yes." All the subordinates bowed and were busy in an orderly manner. The manager immediately arranged for someone to invite the doctor.The personal guard took the order to go, and just rushed to the corridor outside the meeting hall, when he bumped into Guo Da who was leading the doctor, he was overjoyed, and at the same time retreated to the side as usual and saluted: "For humble posts, see the general."

"In a hurry, what are you doing?" Guo Da, who had been waiting for a long time, asked. He pretended to be calm, but in reality he was extremely guilty.

The personal soldier hurriedly replied: "Return to the general: Lord Rong suddenly fell ill for some reason, His Highness ordered his subordinates to call for a doctor immediately."

"What? Master Rong is sick?" Guo Da bit his head and pulled his face in surprise. He nodded his chin and ordered: "This general happened to lead a doctor to see the wound for His Highness. You go and see what happened to Master Rong. "

"Yes!" The two military doctors, ignorant of the inside story, bowed their heads to listen to the order, dutifully, and rushed to treat the patients with their medicine boxes on their backs.

"Thank you, General." The soldier looked grateful, but also didn't know the truth.

Guo Da stood still with his hands behind his back, forced his head and nodded: "You also go to help."

"Yes!" The guard held the handle of the waist knife and hurried back along the way.

Guo Da was left standing under the corridor.

Oh, what is this called?

Guo Da made a bitter face, patted his forehead, and smashed his fist against the pillar, even wanting to hit his head on the pillar!

He turned around a few times like a trapped beast, kicked the snow on the top of the stone lion squatting outside the corridor, and then stretched out his light armor, thinking about it step by step. Approaching the meeting hall quickly and slowly.

Guo Da walked lightly to the door of King Qing's bedroom, waved his hands to stop the soldiers who wanted to salute, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter inside?" Returning to the general: Mr. Rong injured his knee, and the doctor is treating him. "The soldier on duty answered simply and straightforwardly.

"Oh." Guo Da felt particularly uncomfortable, and listened carefully:

"Why didn't you tell me about the injury in time?" Zhao Zeyong asked in a deep voice, feeling distressed and blaming himself. The Kang table full of official documents had already been pushed far away, and he was sitting on the edge of the couch with his uninjured right leg resting on the footrest.

"Your Highness, calm down, I'm just hurt." Rong Youtang's head was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were covered with sweat from the pain. He refused to share the same bed with him in front of others, but sat on the recliner, away from the kang bed several feet.He took off his boots, and his legs were bare below the knees. Both knees were bruised and purple, and quickly swelled up to half a finger high. The swelling was smooth and shiny, and the subcutaneous seemed to be covered with water, which was very dazzling.

"Lord Rong, how did you get hurt?" The military doctor didn't even raise his head to ask, the two of them stood on both sides of the reclining chair, each treated the injured knee, without caring about other things, first wiped off the traces of the ointment with a wet kerchief.

Kneeling as punishment.

"..." Rong Youtang was inevitably embarrassed.

How can Zhao Zeyong not understand now?He replied on his behalf: "Those who are injured on their knees, you must only listen to it in your heart."

"Yes." The two military doctors said in unison, they all understood what King Qing did not allow to publicize, and at the same time they thought to themselves: Lord Rong, who is so favored and trusted, was made to kneel and hurt his knee like this?Who punished it?It can't be His Highness, can it?

"Master Rong, may I ask what kind of medicine you took after your injury?"

"Your Highness, kneeling injury..." The military doctor was embarrassed, the ending was slurred, he cleared his throat, and asked clearly: "Master Rong's injury is not so serious, and the preliminary guess may be that he used the wrong medicine."

"Tell the doctor quickly, what medicine did you take?" Zhao Zeyong urged loudly, his heart clenched into a ball.

Taking the wrong medicine?Rong Youtang's eyes turned black for a while, and he was in so much pain that he wished that he would pass out, so he spit out the words through the gap between his teeth: "I, I used the usual traumatic medicine and medicated oil at home."

"More than that." The military doctor shook his head firmly, wiped his knees repeatedly, and jointly diagnosed with his companions: "Master Rong, you have used more than one medicine."

"The traces can still be distinguished, at least two."

Zhao Zeyong didn't think too much about it for now, even though he was extremely smart, he couldn't predict the real inside story.Seeing that the other party's face was pale and blue, he put everything aside for a moment, and anxiously reminded: "Did you hear that? At least two kinds of medicine! Besides the medicated oil that ordinary people always have, what else is there?"

There is also a bottle given by Mr. Guo.

Rong Youtang said inwardly, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, bead-sized beads of sweat kept slipping down, soaking his temples, he was completely puzzled, his left hand quietly retracted into his sleeve, and tightly squeezed the porcelain bottle that Guo Da gave him , Guess: Could it be... Mr. Guo accidentally gave the wrong medicine?

They have known each other for a long time, and the relationship has always been good. Guo Da left a good impression on Rong Youtang, and he subconsciously avoided guessing that Guo Da deliberately harmed himself.

Zhao Zeyong had a leg injury that had not healed and was unable to move, so he could only sit on the edge of the couch, staring at people intently, and asked anxiously: "He lost consciousness? No matter whether it is the wrong medicine or not, you should stop the pain first!"

"Yes." The military doctors immediately let go of their knees, straightened up to diagnose and examine the pulse, and urgently pinched Renzhonghehu's mouth——

When one of the military doctors pinched the patient's left hand, he exerted force, Rong Youtang shuddered in pain, opened his eyes suddenly and shouted: "Ah!"

At the same time, with a "ding dong", the small white porcelain bottle fell, rolled around a few times, and happened to stop in front of the foot of the kang bed.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Zeyong was a little out of control. He picked it up with his hand: "What is this? The medicine you used?"

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

"Be careful and dangerous."

"Your Highness, please let the doctor examine it!" The guards were terrified, and suddenly rushed forward, begging in one voice, wishing to snatch the porcelain bottle, so as not to hurt people with hidden weapons or poisons.

Zhao Zeyong frowned, suffering from ignorance of medical skills, he could only hand over the porcelain bottle to the doctor.

"Wait, wait! That's the Jinchuang medicine I bought from a street doctor." Rong Youtang blurted out that he was in a mess and wanted to snatch the porcelain bottle in a hurry. It was hard to imagine that Guo Da might deliberately harm himself.Also, the inexplicable sharp pain in the knee began to subside slowly, just as inexplicable as the onset.

King Qing squinted his eyes, froze for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, his face darkened, and he ordered: "Immediately verify the contents of the porcelain vase!"

"Yes." The guards easily avoided Rong Youtang, and handed the medicine bottle to the doctor. The latter put the medicine bottle on the table, unscrewed it carefully, and poked it in with a slender silver needle, picking out some light brown The ointment, observed carefully, and smelled it a little closer, then spread it on a clean white cloth and smoothed it out.

what happened?

Zhao Zeyong's attention turned sharply to a direction that might make him furious, and he asked sullenly, "Master Rong, did you take that medicine?"

When King Qing is happy and relaxed, he often calls him "Master Xiao Rong"; but when he is clearly called "Master Rong" in front of others, it means that he is on the verge of anger.

"I—" Rong Youtang's thoughts were confused, and he couldn't deny it, so he had to admit: "I used some."

"Which quack on the street sold it to you?" Zhao Zeyong asked again, but without any questioning or anger.

Do you want to name Mr. Guo?

Rong Youtang pondered in silence, cold sweat gathered on his chin, slipped down and wet the azure brocade robe, after a long while, he was cautious, and answered vaguely: "I don't remember."

Ugh!

What the hell am I doing?

Guilted and moved, Guo Da stood at the door and listened for a long time, his heart seemed to be tormented by boiling oil, he was out of breath, suffocated, and was scratching his head at a loss, when suddenly a captain from outside the hall walked in and saw Guo Da. Da Mang lowered his head and clasped his fists, and said in a loud voice: "For a lowly position, see the general."

General?Which general?Rong Youtang in the inner room suddenly turned his head, and almost couldn't restrain himself from bouncing up instantly.

Guo Da waved his hand indiscriminately, too irritable to speak.

"General, your lord Dingbei Hou Guo is here to visit His Highness, and his car is parked at the gate of the camp. I would like to ask His Highness for your instructions." The school lieutenant named Zhang Meng reported respectfully.

Huh?

Isn't it a fixed night at home?

Guo Da was startled, and raised his voice in surprise, "Is my father here?"

"Yes."

Mr. Guo is at the door!Rong Youtang in the inner room couldn't help but sit up straight, the pain was a little thinner, and once he was relieved, there was only one thought in his mind: I want to ask Mr. Guo!Be sure to ask in person!

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, and King Qing was looking at it in doubt, Rong Youtang suppressed his impulse abruptly, lest he would misunderstand, and still held the guess that Guo Da accidentally gave the wrong medicine, or that the medicine given to him by the other party was incompatible with him—— I have known him for more than a year, and I have been supported by Mr. Guo a lot. He is bold and righteous, how could he harm me?

Uncle coming to visit?Zhao Zeyong naturally heard it too, suppressing his doubts, he asked a little loudly: "Ziyan?"

When Guo Da was called, he was shocked. He clenched his fists and stepped in, gritted his teeth, and yelled in secret. He stiffened his neck and kept his eyes fixed. He didn't dare to look at Rong Youtang, and said nervously, "Your Highness, my father is here to visit you."

"This king is injured, so it's inconvenient to welcome him. Zhang Meng, quickly invite Mr. Guo in." Zhao Zeyong ordered.

"Yes!" Captain Zhang Meng took the order and left.

Zhao Zeyong looked at his cousin with a straight face, without saying a word for a long time, his eyes were extremely oppressive.

Forgive me, forgive me... Guo Da said silently in his heart, over and over again, standing upright and looking down in embarrassment.

Then, Rong Youtang understood: Mr. Guo is in such a difficult situation, nine out of ten are ordered by his elders.

"Your Highness," Rong Youtang said without changing his expression, "I'm already healed, it's snowing heavily today, the wound is probably from the cold on the road, and it's just red, swollen and stinging from the heat when entering the house."

"Really?" Zhao Zeyong didn't believe it at all, and glanced suspiciously at Rong Youtang and Guo Da—why are strangers between them so silent?Xiao Er is naturally talkative and talkative, but today he is abnormally gentle.

"Yes." Rong Youtang nodded slightly, and decided to stand still for the time being.His knees were red and swollen and shiny, as if water would flow out when he poked a needle, but the pain had eased a lot and he could barely bear it, so he put down his trousers silently, and when he lowered his head, he took the opportunity to raise his sleeves and pressed his eyes, and quickly put on his boots.

Zhao Zeyong vaguely came to his senses, but he couldn't believe it at all. He forced himself to withdraw his stern gaze from examining his cousin, and instead told Rong Youtang: "Don't move. Doctor, hurry up and heal him!"

"Yes." The military doctors didn't realize it, and were busy analyzing the ointment in the white porcelain bottle.

"Your Highness is entertaining distinguished guests. I don't want to disturb you here. I'd better leave first—" Before Rong Youtang finished speaking, Guo Da finally turned his head, glanced hastily, and interrupted dryly according to the plan: "It's okay, my father is just visiting His Highness." That's all, Brother Rong stay and chat."

What is there to talk about with the powerful Dingbeihou?Unless it's because of His Highness.Rong Youtang is very self-aware.

"There is no need to be formal," Zhao Zeyong faced Rong Youtang, but his eyes were fixed on his cousin: "You just stay."

Rong Youtang was more eager to know the reason than anyone else, so he replied: "Yes."

Not long after, two military doctors came forward with the medicine bottle in hand and reported: "Your Highness, the contents of this bottle are originally high-quality gold-chuang medicines, but there are two kinds of medicinal materials that promote blood circulation and collaterals, and the details need to be carefully examined."

"Although it is not for Mr. Rong's disease, fortunately it is not harmful to the body." The old doctor turned his head and told Rong Youtang seriously: "Mr. Rong, you have taken the wrong medicine. Please stop slowly. It is not suitable to mix several medicines. The properties of the medicine are mutually restraining, and the second is not conducive to the efficacy of the medicine."

The other party took care of him until he was out of pain, Rong Youtang cupped his hands gratefully and said, "Thank you, doctor."

Zhao Zeyong breathed a sigh of relief: "You carefully prepare some medicine for him, and go down."

"Yes."

A moment later, Guo Heng, the current Marquis of Dingbei, asked for an audience outside the meeting hall, and his entourage stayed in the front camp, alone.

"Please come in." Zhao Zeyong remained expressionless.

Guo Da stood with his arms down, his head was battered, and he just wanted to get into the cracks in the ground or disappear in place.

After a while, the Marquis of Dingbei, who was lightly dressed in light fur, walked in, clasped his hands as usual, and said, "I have seen Your Highness."

"Please get up. Come on, let's take a seat." Zhao Zeyong raised his hand to help.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Father." Guo Da bowed his head respectfully.

"My lord pays my respects." Rong Youtang then saluted.

Marquis Dingbei was thin and tall, with a short beard under his chin, dignified and steady, he sat down, glanced at Rong Youtang's knees, and said kindly: "Xiao Rong, sit down, your knees are hurt."

Zhao Zeyong was shocked immediately, with blue veins popping out of his forehead, gasped for a few moments of anger, tried to calm down, and asked word by word: "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried that Ziyan will be too panicked to cope." Dingbeihou said frankly.

Guo Da blushed, couldn't hold it anymore, knelt down with a "plop", and kowtowed in shame: "I beg Your Highness to punish you!"