Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Ah—" Rong Youtang, who was on guard, was still taken aback, and immediately hid back, but he was still pulled up by the collar!

"Your Highness! Don't be angry, Your Highness. I just want to tell the truth." Rong Youtang hurriedly explained.

Zhao Zeyong drank a lot of wine, but his speed and explosive power remained undiminished. He grabbed Rong Youtang by the collar and lifted him halfway up, his eyes were bright, and he asked seriously: "Who wants to take out Xiaojiu's anger? You know What? Say!"

It's over, why did King Qing ask so accurately?But... he seems to be drunk?

Rong Youtang tried his best to stay calm and remained motionless. The whole person was dragged to lie on the table, and said earnestly: "Your Highness, I really don't mean anything else, and I don't know anything. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to listen to it if you think it doesn't make sense—" —”

"Really?" Zhao Zeyong was extremely determined. He stretched out his left hand, slid down Rong Youtang's arm, and flicked his finger on the numbness of his elbow. The feeling of numbness and pain suddenly became uncomfortable. Youtang called out: "Don't—"

Zhao Zeyong didn't let go, still pinching Rong Youtang's numbness: "If the army catches hard-talking spies, guess what will happen to them?"

Rong Youtang's left arm was sore, numb and tingling, it felt like a pinprick, and it kept twitching, he instinctively began to struggle - he raised his right hand and wanted to push King Qing away!

With a sound of "呯~", the sleeve of the robe swept off the wine bottle on the table, the sound of falling to the ground was clear and sweet, and then the strong aroma of wine overflowed.

However, for this level of resistance, Zhao Zeyong didn't notice it at all. He easily grabbed Rong Youtang's wrists with his left hand and pulled them over the top. His right hand slid to his elbow again——

"I said!" Rong Youtang yelled to stop, closed his eyes, and comforted himself: those who know the current affairs are brilliant.Drunkards go berserk, no one can do anything about it.

"Hmph." Zhao Zeyong didn't let go of his hand angrily, he was indeed half-drunk, drunk, his brows stretched, and his stern and tough temperament faded a lot.

After regaining his freedom, Rong Youtang immediately backed away, stood close to the steps of the curved corridor, with a posture ready to escape at any time, and said bluntly: "There is no need to ask? It is very easy to understand! Every time you offend me in the capital The enemy must have been furious when he returned to the Northwest by order soon! But His Highness the Ninth Prince is in the capital, he is your compatriot brother, isn't he the best alternative target for revenge?" Rong Youtang continued to say plausibly: "Although That kind of thing hasn't happened yet, but "people have no long-term concerns, but they must have near-term worries." Didn't you teach me yesterday that you should think more about your family when you encounter problems? I think it makes sense. His Royal Highness is kind-hearted and soft-hearted. Chunzhen, aren’t you afraid at all?”

"Afraid it's useful?" Zhao Zeyong asked back with a stern face, and finally put away the intimidating coercion. In the military camp, he developed an informal and free and easy manner. The royal airs had almost been put down, and he continued to drink in silence.

"Fear is useless, but it can increase people's vigilance and reduce the occurrence of accidents." Rong Youtang finally said the key point - I can't tell you "rebirth, past life" without reservation, I can only be vigilant like this Pay more attention to the Ninth Prince.

King Qing suddenly shook his head and laughed, lazily leaned back on the Arhat couch, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you afraid that I will return to the northwest after the next year? Are you afraid that the old seven will cause trouble?"

This trick!Not to mention that he was timid and fearful, but he pulled Xiao Jiuda to talk about it, and he was almost dragged in by him.

Rong Youtang was dumbfounded, raised his hand to support the pillar, and was speechless for a while: Your Highness, is the impression I left on you a bit bad?Why do you think of me as such a small person...

"If you are really afraid, I will go back to the northwest with the king in the next year. I will provide you with third-class personal soldiers. You don't need to go to battle to kill the enemy. You can just stay in the camp and wait for the pen and ink." Zhao Zeyong suggested seriously, deliberately teasing people.

"..." Rong Youtang leaned against the pillar, his complex and changing expressions were very exciting.

"Oh, there is Lingyang Academy in the northwest, which can be regarded as a lot of talents, how about you go there to study then?" Zhao Zeyong said again, so he could sit back and wait to see the other party's anxiety.

Sure enough, Rong Youtang wanted to cry without tears, and cautiously declined: "Thank you for your generous help. However, my father has always been in poor health, and I have no other relatives in this world. I am really worried, so I cannot go with you to the northwest, please Your Highness Compassionate."

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"Hahaha~" Zhao Zeyong chuckled happily, his voice was deep and thick, slightly magnetic, and handsome, looking at Rong Youtang was like looking at a pitiful big-eyed young deer.

"?" Rong Youtang suddenly realized, and said angrily, "Your Highness!"

That's right, I am really afraid that you will return to the Northwest after the next year, and Zhao Zewu will definitely wait for an opportunity to retaliate - but I also know that you will not return to the Northwest after the next year. In fact, I hope you can live in the capital for a long time.

Rong Youtang could only secretly pray for these wishes to come true.

Fortunately, Zhao Zeyong is not a mean and sarcastic character. After he finished joking and laughing, he looked at Rong Youtang gently with regret, "If your family background can be a little higher, this king will definitely play and recommend you to be Xiaojiu." accompanying reading."

It's a pity that you are a descendant of an eunuch and a family of merchants, and the palace will never agree to such a companionship, so you can only be a playmate for the time being.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I've made Your Highness... bother you." Seeing that the atmosphere had returned to normal, Rong Youtang sat back in his seat and asked curiously, "However, why isn't His Highness the Ninth Prince a companion? There should be many suitable ones among the descendants of the courtiers." Candidates?"

"There are quite a lot of candidates, but the king and Dingbeihou's mansion have selected them, and Empress Yang can always find a reason to refuse." Zhao Zeyong swallowed a sip of wine, and added a few more words: "And vice versa."

This--

Rong Youtang didn't know what to say, and once again deepened his sympathy for the Ninth Prince.

The bright moon hangs high above the head, and the surrounding area is bright and majestic, but it is bitingly cold, because the bamboo cotton curtains are all rolled up, and the view in the pavilion is wide without any shelter.

Rong Youtang poured hot wine, put another plate of grilled meat slices on the plate, pushed it to the opposite side, and said, "Your Highness, have a taste?"

"Huh?" Zhao Zeyong raised his head, and inadvertently, his eyes fixed: under the light, the young man looked more and more white and handsome, with thick, long and curled eyelashes, casting fan-shaped shadows on his cheeks, eye-catching with a blink, The bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose, the lips and the chin... are really good-looking, no wonder Lao Qi is thinking about it and begging for mercy, even voluntarily taking over the fault.

"Your Highness?" Rong Youtang was puzzled, and stretched out his hand to test: "Is this wine too hot?"

"No." Zhao Zeyong said, just about to take a few sips of hot wine, suddenly heard a strange noise from the opposite side: I saw the butler appear, rushing up the winding corridor without permission, flying all the way, approaching with a trembling voice : "There is an urgent report from the palace, the Holy Lord ordered His Highness to enter the palace immediately. According to the father-in-law who gave the order, it is, it is our Ninth Highness who is not good!"