Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Unexpectedly, King Qing took out something from his bosom, stuffed it into Rong Youtang's palm, and said with a smile: "Take it, put it under the pillow, to suppress evil spirits and ward off evil spirits, and you won't be drooling when you sleep at night." Wang said jokingly, and went into the house on his own.

I sleep without drooling... right?

Surprised and embarrassed, Rong Youtang froze on the spot, looked down at the palm of his hand: it turned out that it was not one thing, but several red envelopes crumpled into a ball.The surface of the bag is red with gold and silver threads, embroidered with patterns of dragon and phoenix, turtle and snake, double fish, and stars, which are heavy and weighty.

Your Highness actually gave me a red seal!

Rong Youtang sighed and sighed for a while, he was naturally happy in his heart, but he never thought of accepting it all.

"Your Highness?" Rong Youtang walked cautiously with a red envelope in his hand, and entered the house to look for someone.

"Hmm." Zhao Zeyong had already removed his outer robe, sat upright at the desk, carefully reviewed the official documents, and his hand for writing was broad and strong, very stable.

Rong Youtang stepped forward, kowtowed and said auspicious words as usual: "On the occasion of saying goodbye to the old and ushering in the new, I would like to congratulate Your Highness on the new year. I wish you success in all things, a prosperous future, and a great future!"

"Congratulations." Zhao Zeyong slightly raised his hand: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Rong Youtang put all the red envelopes in the corner of the desk, and asked with a smile, "Can I open it and have a look?"

Zhao Zeyong said strangely: "You can tear it down if you want."

"Actually, I really want to know what's in the red envelopes in the palace." The country bumpkin Rong Youtang told the story frankly, enthusiastically opened up all the small bags, poured out the things one by one, and arranged them neatly.

Zhao Zeyong continued to write without raising his head and said, "It's nothing more than gold, silver and jade."

Rong Youtang flicked it with his fingertips, and sure enough, most of the piles on the table were gold scorpions, a few silver scorpions and jade ruyis, all of which were made in-house, delicate and gorgeous, bright and shining.

"Huh? There's one like this." Rong Youtang picked up a jade pendant carved in the shape of a fighting sword, fell in love with it at first sight, and immediately made up his mind.

Zhao Zeyong looked up, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu also likes that." The sword fighting jade pendant was produced by the Qing Palace, and it was specially made by the housekeeper according to the owner's temperament to ward off evil spirits.

"Well, I think this is good." Rong Youtang admired it for a moment, put it back into the red envelope, and put it directly into his arms.Then put the rest as they were, and pushed them to King Qing's eyes.

"?" Zhao Zeyong raised his head in confusion.

"Your Highness, I have a fighting sword and jade pendant. You can give it to others. I am a newcomer, how can I accept so many copies? I really deserve it." Rong Youtang explained embarrassingly.

Zhao Zeyong was quite surprised, and fixedly looked at the young man with clear and clear eyes. The latter did not evade, but looked at each other earnestly.

"Okay." Zhao Zeyong smiled gently, and praised: "This king has clear rewards and punishments, and rewards are based on merit and deeds. He never meant to test. But you can do this, very good. If a person can resist the temptation of material things, big or small It can work."

...How can you tell such a truth?

Rong Youtang rubbed his nose, and honestly admitted: "Ahem, I just thought that I'm new here, I haven't done much at all, it would be too cheeky to accept everything."

"Oh?" Zhao Zeyong put down his pen, laughed happily, picked up his teacup, and leaned back in his spare time, jokingly said, "Is it embarrassing to have a skinny face? Guo Xiaoer hasn't blushed for many years."

Rong Youtang resented, and said modestly: "But how can I compare with Mr. Guo?"

Unexpectedly, King Qing was even happier, his laughter was thick and powerful, slightly magnetic, and he looked relaxed and comfortable, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyes, high nose bridge, heroic and very masculine.He said, "Well, you have to work hard and try to catch up with Ziyan."

Rong Youtang: "..." I didn't expect you to be such King Qing!

"That's fine." Zhao Zeyong put away his smile and ordered: "In fact, everyone gets it. In this case, we should properly distribute them to those who take care of Xiao Jiu. Pass on the words of the king, and say that His Highness Jiu is recovering well. , and give double rewards to those who follow and serve."

"Yes!" Rong Youtang picked up the red envelope and immediately turned to execute it.

——He is young and has an average family background, but he is not greedy for money, which is very rare.

Zhao Zeyong nodded in satisfaction, and took up his pen to review again.

The Ninth Prince was recuperating in the East Wing in front, and there were people taking care of him day and night.Rong Youtang quickly turned around, and said with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, they are all sent out. They are very pleasantly surprised. They asked me to bring you a lot of auspicious words."

"Well."

Rong Youtang went back to the outside room, especially wanting to inquire about the Beijiao Daying in detail, but he poked his head to see: Prince Qing was concentrating on his official duties, with a serious and solemn expression, and he couldn't be interrupted again at this time.

Hey ~

Rong Youtang could only restrain his anxiety, sat down on the Luohan couch, took out the sword and jade pendant to play with, to pass the time, and then simply lay down, closed his eyes and rested his mind.Anyway, as long as you don't make any noise, King Qing won't bother.

At the same time, Zhao Zeyong quickly got used to having a quiet and clever servant outside.After more than half an hour, he finished processing all the official documents, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, picked up the teacup, frowned and put it down again, and said, "Pour tea."

"..." There was no sound outside.

"Pour tea." Zhao Zeyong repeated, slightly raising the volume.

"...Oh! Here we come!" Rong Youtang woke up from his light sleep, and hurriedly brought warm tea in from the outside.

It was the end of Haishi at this time, but the palace, which was supposed to sleep peacefully, was still brightly lit everywhere, and people could vaguely be heard coming and going.

"Asleep?" Zhao Zeyong took the tea.

"I was confused for a while." Rong Youtang said embarrassedly.

"Your family doesn't keep the New Year's Eve?" Zhao Zeyong personally sorted and folded the documents, and pressed them with a paperweight.

"Watch." Rong Youtang changed his voice: "However, I usually only keep watch in the middle of the night."

Zhao Zeyong stood up, stretched his muscles and bones slowly, and said, "Xiao Jiunian fell asleep after the New Year's Eve dinner, and the firecrackers from Zishi couldn't wake him up."

Rong Youtang cheerfully praised: "Your Highness the Ninth Prince sleeps well, so that he can grow up healthily."

"Hmph." Zhao Zeyong glanced at the boy: "Save the auspicious words for tomorrow's New Year's Day. With your eloquence, you should be able to get a carload of rewards."

"..." Rong Youtang choked for a moment, and quickly reacted: "Except for His Highness, I dare not accept rewards from anyone in this palace!"

Although it is a harmonious chat, you have to be careful not to speak out loudly, so as to avoid misfortune from your mouth.Of course, Rong Youtang couldn't really relax, after all, the other party was King Qing.

Sure enough, Zhao Zeyong said happily, "You just need to understand."

The imperial palace has its own rules, on the surface and in the dark, many of them can only be understood but cannot be explained in words, the key is to rely on personal caution.

The atmosphere is good, suitable for inquiring!

So Rong Youtang pretended to be curious and asked: "Your Highness, don't you have to watch the year in the palace?"

Zhao Zeyong raised his eyebrows: "Finally I can't hold it anymore? You wanted to ask this king as soon as I came back, right?"

"Your Highness is wise, I admire you very much!" Well, the key to being a servant and book boy is to have a thick skin, and those who are shy, timid and lofty will not be able to eat this bowl of rice.Rong Youtang encouraged himself.

Zhao Zeyong seemed to be in a good mood, and said in a calm manner: "Of course they have to watch the year. Now they should be drinking and listening to plays in the Palace of Chuyuan."

"Then you...?"

Zhao Zeyong took a sip of tea and said as a matter of course: "Xiao Jiu is injured, how can he endure the noise? As my brother, I should take good care of him. There is no one in the family who does not understand."

"Your Highness, didn't you say that His Majesty is calling people to discuss the proposed camp in the northern suburbs?" Rong Youtang felt that the emperor was not in a hurry, so why not.

You are not nervous, care, or curious?

"On New Year's Eve, at most, you can make a general announcement. Do you think you can fight in the hall and fight for blood?" Zhao Zeyong asked.

"Uh, not really." Rong Youtang said dully, "I just wondered why you didn't go to 'listen and join in the fun' as His Highness said."

"Such an important matter must be discussed in the courtroom. Tonight's excitement, it's okay if you don't join in." But Zhao Zeyong's good mood couldn't help but be affected by the mention of the eighth brother.He pondered for a moment, then asked, "What did Lao Ba talk to you about?"

Thinking of the eighth prince, Rong Youtang's good mood was also affected.And he can't do anything else, lest he become more and more like a male favorite who blows pillows... Bah!What kind of messed up idea?Rong Youtang took a deep breath, and hurriedly stated: "Back to Your Highness, His Highness Eighth just sat down and chatted for a while, peeled a few hazelnuts to eat, and then you came back, he didn't say anything."

Recalling the cruel killing scene that he accidentally encountered, Zhao Zeyong always felt a little uneasy.But the eighth prince is the younger brother he helps with all his heart, and the other party is always obedient and eager to learn. Of course, Zhao Zeyong hopes that the other party can be positive and grow up in a healthy way.

But will it be too late?After all, he will be eighteen years old.

Zhao Zeyong sighed helplessly.

King Qing was deep in thought, but Rong Youtang didn't dare to interrupt.But looking away from the corner of his eye, he saw a few hesitant servants at the door.

Rong Youtang walked out gently.

"Young Master, please tell me: His Majesty bestowed rice cakes and glutinous rice balls, which means reunion and auspiciousness every year, so I told the nobles to use some."

"Okay, I'll report right now, you guys wait for a while." Zuo Fan was not there, and Rong Youtang's identity was not sure yet, but everyone treated him more politely.

After Rong Youtang made a brief statement, Zhao Zeyong nodded and instructed absent-mindedly: "Come in. In addition, send Xiao Jiu's share to the East Wing, and let him touch his lips to please him."

"Yes."

After a while, two fragrant pastries were placed on the outside table.The night is long, midnight is approaching, and I am a little hungry.

"Your Highness, can you use some?" Rong Youtang asked outside.

Zhao Zeyong walked out, sat down, and looked up at Rong Youtang: "Sit down. I know that you miss home in your dreams. Although the palace is not as good as home, the New Year customs are always similar."

King Qing is rough but delicate, his face is cold and his heart is not cold, and the words he speaks are very ironic.

"...Thank you, Your Highness." Rong Youtang was really moved, and he didn't refuse. After thanking him, he sat down, only to find out that there were two servings of tableware in the food box.

"Do you also eat these at home?" Zhao Zeyong didn't even touch the glutinous rice balls, he just wanted to eat fried rice cakes.

Rong Youtang guessed that the other party didn't like sweets.

"Eat. My glutinous rice balls are stuffed with sesame seeds and peanuts, and the rice cakes are fried with crab. They are delicious!" Rong Youtang introduced happily.

King Qing raised his head and asked casually, "What about my hometown?"

hometown?home! ! !

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Rong Youtang's back, and he almost didn't lose his face. Fortunately, he was always quick-witted and had made sufficient preparations in advance!Rong Youtang's smiling face gradually turned sad, and he said lonely and nostalgic: "My hometown? My hometown is different again. The rice cakes in the past were fried by my mother with pork belly and sour bamboo shoots. It’s not greasy after eating a bowl. Most people in Beijing are not used to it, and the taste is a bit heavy.”

It's not entirely a lie.Because Rong's mother did cook home-style rice cakes for her son every year when she was alive-the problem is: Rong Youtang now claims to be from Lingzhou, Jiangnan. Adopted by Rong Kaiji.

In fact, he is Zhou Renlin's bastard son, a native of the capital.

The real identity is like a sharp guillotine with a cold light, hanging on the back of Rong Youtang's neck all the time.

——If my identity is exposed, will Prince Qing kill me?Should be.After all, I deliberately concealed it from the beginning, and had other plans.

Thinking of this, no matter how delicious the pastry was, Rong Youtang couldn't swallow it anymore.Ever since he entered Prince Qing's Mansion, he has been in constant fear and fear all day long.

The young man sat with his head bowed, sad and sad, and looked deeply worried, completely different from the happy appearance before, smiling and eating extraordinarily sweet.

In fact, it was Rong Youtang's cup bow and snake shadow, and the grass and trees were all soldiers. Zhao Zeyong didn't intend to spy.

However, King Qing must investigate the people around him, but Lingzhou is thousands of miles away, and the news has not yet been sent back.

——If Rong Youtang knew about this, he would be scared to death...

"Sounds very interesting." Zhao Zeyong, who was still kept in the dark, sympathized with the young man whose family was ruined, and comforted him: "Eat this first, and tomorrow you will ask the small kitchen to fry the Lingzhou flavor. You can eat as many bowls as you like." OK."

It's over, sure enough, if you tell a lie, you have to use countless lies to cover it up!What should we do now?King Qing couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes, and he clearly said that the unfaithful and cunning should be killed... His Highness treats the people around him really well, follow him, as long as you do things with your heart, your future will be worry-free.

I thought, I really did one thing wrong.

Rong Youtang felt remorseful and apprehensive, staring blankly at King Qing in a daze.

Zhao Zeyong mistakenly thought that the other party was out of control. He put down his chopsticks and said pitifully, "I want to eat now? If I want to eat, I can ask the kitchen to make it. It's not difficult to come. Someone—"

"No! No, no, no!" Rong Youtang hurriedly stopped as if waking up from a dream: "Don't! Your Highness, tonight's New Year's Eve, everyone should rest, don't work in the kitchen, I'll be fine if I eat this." After that, he lowered his head and stuffed rice cakes into his mouth, imagining that food could fill his heart.

"Use it slowly, no one will snatch it from you." Zhao Zeyong reminded.

Your Highness, leave me alone, don't care about me, don't reward me—let me choke to death!

Rong Youtang thought pessimistically.

-

But of course he didn't choke to death on the rice cake, and lived well until the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

"His Highness Ninth Prince's wound is no longer oozing blood. The imperial doctor said it is very good, which means that it will slowly form a scab. As long as you are careful not to break it, if the scab is behind and stick to the scar removal cream, it should recover completely." Rong Youtang said carefully. Reporting carefully, sorting out a stack of documents in his hand.

Zhao Zeyong put on court clothes, and the servants put on the prince's crown for him.

"Tell him to rest in peace, and it is forbidden to walk around when he can get out of bed." Zhao Zeyong ordered, he opened his arms, and the servants adjusted his robes, "After the court, the king is going to Kanghe Palace, Ziyu and Pang Da If people come early, let them wait in the study."

"Yes." Rong Youtang handed the folded documents to King Qing.

Before Zhao Zeyong went out, he did not forget to say: "You also need to take medicine for your own injuries on time, and do what the imperial physician tells you."

"Thank you Your Highness, I know, you can go to the court quickly." Now Rong Youtang was terrified as soon as he received King Qing's concern and trust, as if he had seen another clause added to his confession.

Amitabha, God, you must bless me!

After watching King Qing go to court, Rong Xiaosi had some free time for a while, but he had a big ghost in his heart, and he couldn't relax at all!He first went to the East Wing to visit the Ninth Prince, and conveyed King Qing's instructions; then he returned to the study room, carefully packed the pens, ink, paper and inkstones, all kinds of books, and even wiped the table with the servants.

Diligent like a spinning top!

This kind of behavior is actually called "self-comforting salvation".

"My lord, you are injured, please rest, Your Highness knows that you will blame the little ones." The little servant said dumbfounded.

"It's okay, the imperial doctor told me to move around appropriately." Rong Youtang explained with a smile, "Besides, His Highness never punishes people indiscriminately, don't worry."

"..."

You are the person in His Highness's room, so you think so, we dare not.The servants said in their hearts.

Rong Youtang didn't have the ability to read minds, so of course he couldn't know, besides, he himself was full of thoughts.

However, life does not get preferential treatment because of who is preoccupied.After the early morning, Jinghe Palace did not welcome Mr. Guo and Pang Daren, but Concubine Chen and her twins.

"The servant/little man kowtows to the concubine Chen, His Highness Six, and His Highness Seven."

Rong Youtang couldn't dodge in time, so he could only salute with a group of people.

"Pingshen." Concubine Chen has a dignified demeanor and decent makeup, she is completely different from her who was crying in panic that night when the Qiyuan Hall was on fire.

Zhao Zeyong was not there, Zuo Fan was the highest ranking eunuch, he hurried over and wanted to kneel down to pick up the three nobles, but Concubine Chen had already called "Wu Li".

Zuo Fan bowed his head and said: "I don't know that the empress and the two highnesses are here, His Royal Highness King Qing has gone to see the empress Hui, this old slave-"

"No need." Concubine Chen interrupted, explaining her purpose with a smile: "I am here to visit Xiaojiu, you can lead the way."

"Yes." Zuo Fan turned around respectfully and led the way.

Zhao Zewu said carelessly: "The third brother must have gone to congratulate the imperial sister, she finally found her husband's family—"

"Old Seven!" The poor sixth prince must be on guard against his younger brother's poaching all the time.

"It's already decided, and no one is allowed to say it?" Zhao Zewu groaned, gloating and said, "Then Zhou Minghong is still Zhou Mingzi, what a blessing! As the saying goes, a female junior, holding a golden brick, married the imperial sister , he is both the queen's nephew and the son-in-law, hehehe—"

Queen's nephew?Zhou Minghong?Zhou Renlin's little son-in-law wants to be a princess?Rong Youtang was taken aback.

The sixth prince had blue veins protruding from his forehead: "Old Seven! What will happen if you don't say a few words?"

"Wen'er, ignore him." Concubine Chen was obviously at her wit's end and let herself go, she said softly, "Come on Wen'er, our mother and I will go and see Xiaojiu. Wu'er stay outside and wait for your third brother to come back and teach you well." Be human."

"Yes." Zhao Zewen had no choice but to keep out of sight, and quickly followed.

"Hmph, stay outside and stay outside. Your Highness is happy to be free!" Zhao Zewu raised his chin proudly, stretched out his index finger, pointed accurately at Rong Youtang, and said, "Why don't you show tea to Master Wu? I really have no eyesight." Price!"

I don't know who has no winks, and keeps trying to be annoying.

Evil heavenly nobles!

Oh, except His Royal Highness King Qing.

Rong Youtang secretly demoted Zhao Zewu to nothing, and served tea with a blank face, because he really couldn't laugh!

"Little Rong'er, come here, Lord Wu will say a few words to you, you will definitely be interested." Zhao Zewu smiled mischievously, always in a sultry way, which is not a good thing at first glance.

Little, little Ronger?

Rong Youtang had goose bumps all over his body, his face was as frosty, and he spat out the words through the gap between his teeth: "My Highness has not returned yet, please wait patiently, I have to take care of His Highness Ninth, excuse me." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave .

"Hey hey, stop!"

Zhao Zewu stared, slapped the table and drank: "You dare to leave? Did Lord Wu tell you to go? 'My Highness', 'My Highness', King Qing or 'My Third Brother'! Which one do you say? Come here obediently , Master Wu has something to tell you."

But I don't want to hear it!

Rong Youtang looked at his nose, nose and heart, and decided to respond to all changes without moving.

"Oh, this morning, your highness spoke against the father again, under the big festival, the father couldn't hold back his anger, and sent your highness—"

what?

Rong Youtang immediately raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with Your Majesty?"

"Hehe." Zhao Zewu laughed triumphantly, took a sip of tea pretending to be a sample, and immediately grinned: "Who made this tea? Do you want to scald Master Wu to death?" As he spoke, he squinted at Rong Youtang—although this person already has an owner, I can't eat it, but it's okay to tease it, it's pleasing to the eye.

ill!Really sick!

Rong Youtang quickly regained his composure, pretending not to believe it at all, and said: "His Royal Highness Prince Qing is wise and powerful, you must be joking."

Zhao Zewu immediately put down his teacup, and said with a sneer, "The sage is still at fault, do you really think that the third elder brother is a god? Huh, it's okay to tell you. In the early court, the father proposed to build a large camp in the northern suburbs, and the commander will be one of them. Order the ministers to recommend suitable candidates—you guess, who did the third brother recommend?"

Who will His Highness King Qing recommend?

Rong Youtang was very nervous, he pricked up his ears, and couldn't help leaning forward.

"Sigh." Zhao Zewu sighed, looked up at the roof sadly, and said guiltily: "Speaking of which, the third brother was punished, this matter has something to do with Master Wu."

Rong Youtang's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "What does it have to do with you?!"