Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Rong Youtang was dragged into the room backwards, his wounded and slightly curled up body was suddenly opened, his face was pale with pain and dripping with cold sweat.

"You were beaten?" The stranger behind him let go, his voice indifferent.

Rong Youtang immediately turned around as soon as she regained her freedom:

The attacker was a teenager.He was tall and thin, with well-proportioned features, a light yellow beard, and wearing an ivory-colored moiré robe without a crown. He was too thin, and his face was expressionless, making him look old and gloomy.

Although Rong Youtang entered the palace for the first time, he also knew that the one who could walk around the harem in such a homely dress was undoubtedly a member of the imperial family.So he hurriedly bowed his head and said in awe and fear: "Damn the little one, accidentally bumped into the nobleman—"

"Are you new here? Where are you on duty?" Zhao Zening asked self-consciously, "How dare you eavesdrop on the corner? If His Highness hadn't stopped by to stop you, you should have been dragged down by the guards and tortured."

Your Highness?

Rong Youtang was shocked: there are nine sons today.I have already met the eldest prince, the second prince, His Royal Highness Prince Qing and His Highness the Ninth Prince, the twin six and seventh princes, and the fifth prince who investigated the case together last night.

Therefore, only the fourth prince Rui Wang and the eighth prince are left!

It was rumored that King Rui suffered from a congenital heart disease and was very weak. It was difficult for him to grow up after being soaked in medicine jars—then the person in front of him must be the Eighth Prince.

Thinking of this, Rong Youtang thanked: "Thank you, Your Highness Eighth Highness, for your rescue! I'm new here, I really don't understand the rules of the palace, and I almost got into a catastrophe."

Zhao Zening twitched the corner of his mouth: "Although you don't know the rules, you have a wink."

Rong Youtang wisely did not answer.

"You were beaten?" Zhao Zening squinted his eyes, reached out and raised Rong Youtang's chin, ignoring the other party's frowning and resistance, and sneered for a while: "Slapped in the face, and slapped?"

"..." Rong Youtang touched his cheek subconsciously, thinking: The swelling hasn't subsided yet?

Zhao Zening forcefully pulled Rong Youtang closer, leaned over at the same time, looked at each other, and asked in a whisper, "Did Zhao Zewu hit you?"

Rong Youtang was surprised, his eyes widened, then he turned his gaze away and shook his head quickly: "No, you misunderstood."

"Oh, you're lying!" Zhao Zening sneered, staring at the other person's eyes and said, "Just now you eavesdropped and heard Zhao Zewu crying, you were laughing, gloating, and even touched the palm print on your face."

What?Did I touch it?no?

People inadvertently make many small movements, and the authorities are confused, and they often don't pay attention to it.

Rong Youtang was nervous and guarded, and consciously kept his mouth shut. He felt that the other party... made him shudder from the bottom of his heart!

eyes!right!His eyes!When communicating, he always stares into other people's eyes, as if he wants to see through the other person's inner thoughts through their eyes.

"Hehe." Zhao Zening let go, backed away, and said boredly: "Hmph, don't worry, not everyone is like Seventh Brother, who likes to walk on dry roads, has a lot of tricks in bed, likes to drop wax and whip, and play abuse."

In fact, Rong Youtang didn't realize it at the time, but when he understood it, he immediately felt disgusted, extremely strong disgusted, and suddenly felt deeply insulted—what do you mean?Strange yin and yang!

"Where is the job?" Zhao Zening asked stubbornly again, with a cold tone: "Are you deaf or stupid? Don't know how to answer questions?"

Status crushes people to death, all evil royals and nobles!

Rong Youtang clenched his fists, held back his anger, and said as calmly as possible: "The young one comes from Prince Qing's Mansion, and he followed His Highness into the palace to serve him."

"Prince Qing's Mansion? Are you from the third brother?" Zhao Zening put away his contempt, looked gloomy again, looked at it carefully for a moment, turned around and left without saying a word.

Rong Youtang: "..."

Could there be a few more normal people in the palace? !

He was angry, but soon he was exhausted—because the room next door was over, and the nobles, maidservants and eunuchs returned to everyone.

Rong Youtang took advantage of the chaos and returned to the original bedroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved to the table, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Zeyong and Zuo Fan came in together.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Zeyong was quite surprised. He had been working hard on the hair and now, with a slightly tired face, he said: "The imperial doctor said that he will recover after half a month of care, so you can rest assured."

Zuo Fan helped the injured back to the bed: "Why did you get out of bed? The imperial doctor ordered you to stay in bed and recuperate."

"Thank you for saving your life, Your Highness, I would like to repay you like a horse!" Rong Youtang said sonorously.

"Prince Qing's Mansion doesn't need you to be an ox or a horse." Zhao Zeyong refused solemnly, "This is where the Queen Mother and Concubine lived during her lifetime, so you can recuperate here."

Rong Youtang was stunned, and hurriedly reminded: "Then you must remember to call me when you leave the palace!"

Zhao Zeyong returned a look of "simply nonsense", and then went out.

"Your Highness!"

Zhao Zeyong slowed down a little.

"I saw His Majesty the Eighth Prince just now." After thinking about it, Rong Youtang decided to confess in time: "I woke up and saw that there was no one in the room, and I didn't know what was going on, so I went out to have a look, and accidentally heard something from His Majesty... teach, and then meet His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince."

Zhao Zeyong turned around with a tiger face, just about to speak——

"I'm sorry! I'm just worried." Rong Youtang apologized decisively first, and then asked with concern: "Is His Highness Jiu awake? Has the murderer caught him?"

This little slippery...

"Not at all." Zhao Zeyong replied briefly, "Zuo Fan, look at him." After speaking, he wanted to leave.

"Your Highness!" Rong Youtang was unyielding, gasped for a moment, and insisted on expressing his own thoughts: "Whether it is sesame oil or gunpowder, they are strictly prohibited items. If you want to entrain a large number of them into the Qiyuan Hall, you will definitely not be able to do it in one breath. The murderer himself will do it." Not sure. After all, Qiyuan Temple is not a vegetable market, so you can wander back and forth at will."

Zhao Zeyong heard some meaning: "You continue."

"The guards and palace maids come to the palace as errands. According to the rules, they are recommended by the relevant families, selected after layers, and rush to the future. There are many relatives and friends, and they can go out after a few years. How dare they murder the prince and commit the capital crime of killing the nine clans? "

"so?"

Rong Youtang did not evade, and told frankly: "You know, my father is a servant, and he once talked about the past in the palace. According to him, there are many eunuchs in the palace, with different backgrounds, strict hierarchy, and clear division of labor. , Each faction leader——If you can drive some of the servants to cooperate in the crime, everything will be much simpler."

Zhao Zeyong nodded appreciatively, and reassuredly said: "It seems that the imperial physician is right, you really didn't hurt your brain." After speaking, he strode away.

Rong Youtang: "..."

Zuo Fan whispered: "Your Highness told you not to hide it from you: after the explosion, the firefighting guards found a waist card near the Qiyuan Hall, and they are now looking for it."

"Hey, that's good!" Rong Youtang heaved a sigh of relief, "It's good to have a clue!"

"My father... is he really a servant?" Zuo Fan hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking one more question.

"Yes, but my father has been out of the palace for seven or eight years. He likes to grow flowers and grass, water and loosen the soil all day long, and he is so busy that he doesn't listen to him! What's so interesting about flowers and plants? I think it's boring. "When mentioning adoptive father, Rong Youtang naturally said a few more words.

Zuo Fan's eyes showed envy, and after a long while, he sighed: "Good boy, stay in bed and rest, your father is a blessing in the future." He is also a eunuch, and he is also looking for candidates for an adopted son, but he can't find any. A caring and filial, disappointed for a long time.

But where can Rong Youtang lie down?He thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Do you know the Eighth Highness, Eunuch?"

"How dare you say you know each other with the prince? What a difference between clouds and mud." Zuo Fan shook his head lightly, and then explained: "The eighth prince and the third princess are born of Wang Zhaoyi, and they will be crowned in three years. They are currently living with their biological mother."

These few words reveal a lot of information.

"Zhaoyi?" Rong Youtang couldn't hide his surprise: Zhaoyi has a son and a daughter, and his status is too low!He wondered: "His Highness once mentioned that the prince can leave the palace and build a mansion when he reaches the age of 15. How can His Highness the Eighth Prince still live in the palace?"

Zuo Fan lowered his voice: "At present, there are His Royal Highness King Rui and His Royal Highness Eighth Highness who are still living in the palace at the age of 15. It is difficult to recite scriptures in every family, and the royal family is no exception. For deeper things, you can ask His Highness another day, Zuo dare not speak nonsense .”

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Kunhe Palace

The queen lay down but couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, restless and angry, closing her eyes to rest her mind, but the confidant maid hurried in and opened the curtain, and said happily: "Your Majesty, His Highness Nine has woken up! The imperial physician has gone to inform His Majesty immediately!"

"What?" Empress Yang turned over and sat up, angrily scolded: "Why didn't you stop those quack doctors? They rushed to ask for credit and reward, and disturbed Shengjia to see how they died!"

The maid immediately knelt down, not daring to vent her breath.

"What are you doing in a daze?" The queen became even angrier when she saw this, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you hurry up and serve?"

"Yes!" The maid hurriedly approached her, ready to serve her dressing and dressing.

"Wait." The queen frowned, and suddenly changed her mind. She only raised her hands to brush her hair, put on a phoenix robe, pressed her eyes with a handkerchief, and then went out with reddened eyes.

At this time, the imperial physicians were helpless:

"Where's my brother? Where's the father?" Zhao Ze'an burst into tears with pain, grievances and grief, sobbing weakly, he asked: "Why didn't they come to see me? I was almost burned to death."

"Your Highness, don't cry, the wound will open." The imperial physician coaxed her earnestly, "As soon as you had an accident last night, His Highness Prince Qing entered the palace immediately, as if you were worried about something."

"Then why doesn't he come to see me now? I was almost burned to death." Zhao Ze'an repeatedly asked, he was afraid and only wanted to see his trusted relatives.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open

Zhao Ze'an's eyes burst into light instantly, and the tears quickly condensed, thinking it was——

"Xiao Jiu, you're finally awake!" Empress Yang's eyes were red and swollen, she rushed to the bedside regardless of her appearance, pushed aside a group of imperial physicians, stroked Zhao Ze'an's cheek, and cried, "The queen mother was almost scared to death by you!"

Zhao Ze'an blinked, put away his tears, and stressed emphatically: "I, I was almost burned to death."

The imperial physician at the side reminded: "Your Majesty, His Highness Jiu has a large wound, and medicine has been applied all over his body, so it is not suitable to touch it for the time being."

The queen turned her head slowly, still stroking Zhao Ze'an's cheek lovingly, and said majesticly: "Go down, let's breathe out all the foul air around, Xiaojiu will be taken care of by me."

"Hey—" Zhao Ze'an watched the imperial physician retreat, pursing his lips nervously, at a loss.