Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Is it not good?" Rong Youtang subconsciously said, "How can I disturb Your Highness—" But before he finished speaking, Guo Da waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, cousin won't mind." After a few strides, Shi Shiran walked out of the house.

"Mr. Guo, what about your bedding?" Rong Youtang put down his bowl and chased him out to ask.

"It's said to be too dirty——" Guo Da walked to the ear room, stepped in with one foot and half his body, stood still for a moment, then turned his head and smiled frankly: "Actually, it landed in Songyang Town!" After speaking, " "Bang" to close the door, clearly expressing the determination to occupy the pennant and bedding.

"Mr. Guo—" Rong Youtang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help knocking on the door to fight for it.

Zhao Zeyong was concentrating on wiping the saber. The blade gleamed coldly under the candlelight. Its lines were smooth, sharp and majestic, soaked in the blood of the enemy bandits.

"Forget it, let him go." Zhao Zeyong said slowly: "Ziyan has that temperament, he likes to make jokes and tease relatives and friends, and he can't change it."

Rong Youtang turned around as he said, and said cheerfully: "Mr. Guo is the most humorous and interesting person! Forget it, let him sleep, I will find another place."

Zhao Zeyong paused, and the bright and cold light reflected by the saber just happened to shine on Rong Youtang's face——

"Ah." Rong Youtang instinctively closed his eyes, tilted his head, raised his hand to cover it, and sighed in awe: "You look like a good knife!"

"As passed down by my grandfather, it was cast by the Northwest Ordnance Department." Zhao Zeyong briefly introduced, turning over the sword as if nothing had happened, and continued to wipe it with a handkerchief.

Rong Youtang moved a little closer, looked carefully, and asked curiously: "Can it 'blow hair and cut hair, cut iron like mud'?"

Military generals attach great importance to their portable weapons, and idlers will not touch them.

"It's unrealistic to cut iron like mud. After all, there are only a few casting materials, and a hard knife will curl its edge." Zhao Zeyong explained.

"Then 'blowing hair and breaking hair' is always okay?"

"untested."

"I'll try?"

Zhao Zeyong smiled, and generously handed the saber forward.

Rong Youtang immediately pulled out a few strands of hair, put them a finger away from the blade, and blew lightly, and then saw the hair brushed against the blade, snapped into two pieces, and fell to the ground.

"Hey, you can really 'blow your hair and break your hair'!" Rong Youtang said happily, he held his breath, and was about to take a closer look——

"Back!" Zhao Zeyong immediately withdrew his knife, quickly reached out his hand to block the young man, frowned and said displeasedly, "How can you test the blade with your eyes? How dangerous!"

Rong Youtang was startled suddenly, and said with a dry smile: "I forgot for a while, don't blame your Highness."

Wipe it clean, put the treasured knife into its sheath, and hang it high, Zhao Zeyong's voice could not hear the emotion: "If you really hurt you by mistake, who will I blame?"

……what?

Your Highness is really getting more and more unpredictable, and I don't quite understand this sentence.

Rong Youtang thought in distress.

The blizzard is raging tonight, and the biting north wind blows effortlessly through the unshaded windows and beats the coals into sparks.

"This is also very dangerous." Seeing this, Rong Youtang hurriedly moved all the carbon basins into the partitioned room, and said worriedly: "It's too cold, and many brothers are lighting fires to keep warm, but don't let the wind blow up and ignite the house , Burn this county government again."

Zhao Zeyong thought for a moment, then raised his voice and said, "Come here."

"Yes! What is your Highness' order?"

Zhao Zeyong solemnly instructed: "Call a few people, and go out for a while, and let everyone pay attention: Be careful not to run out of water, and don't set up a bonfire in an airtight room. Besides, it's rare that there is a kitchen here. Get everything ready, let the kitchen not cut off the hot water."

"Yes!" The sentry soldier led the way.

"It's really cold." Rong Youtang's nose was red from the cold, he squatted in front of the brazier, stretched out his hands to warm himself up, and asked casually: "It's snowing heavily outside, the mountain road must be snow-covered, what will General Sang and the others do?"

"Take a rest in Songyang Town." Zhao Zeyong replied.

It was a rare night when I was a little free, and I started to organize the book case when I was scheduled.

"You should rest early." Rong Youtang arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone neatly.

"Well."

"Then I-"

"Go make the bed." Zhao Zeyong said casually.He cut off a long strip of rotten curtains, tied up the two broken and loose windows tightly, and said slowly: "This thing was blown by the wind all night, and it swayed, didn't it bother you?"

Rong Youtang didn't have time to think about "making the bed", so he hurried to check the window, and said awkwardly: "Sorry, I can't hear you when I'm asleep."

"Humph."

"I'll do the rest, you rest." Rong Xiaosi volunteered.He took out a dagger from his boot, cut a few rags in the same way, and prepared to repair the remaining windows.However, when he tied the lower grid, he found that the upper grid was not enough, so he had to turn around and move the stool.

"You should rest." Zhao Zeyong said with a smile.He is tall, and he can easily reach the uppermost window with his hand. He is always methodical and meticulous in his work. Even if he repairs a broken window, his profile is very serious.

"Uh~" Rong Youtang backed away in embarrassment, and said helplessly, "Your Highness, you are so capable, how embarrassing for those who follow you! For example, me."

"Even you think this king is taking too much care?" Zhao Zeyong asked in a low voice.It has been less than two months since he returned to Beijing this time, and he has been impeached several times by courtiers.

Rong Youtang hurriedly shook his head in denial: "No! I really think you are great, and I am ashamed of myself! How can you criticize an outstanding and strong person because of your own inadequacy? That would lose both face and reputation."

"I'm used to flattering horses." Zhao Zeyong feigned anger.He repaired the window, turned around and saw the dagger in the opponent's hand, and picked it up casually.

Rong Youtang's eyes blurred, and before he could react, the dagger was taken away.

Zhao Zeyong weighed it twice, flicked the blade lightly with his fingers, and commented frankly: "The material is impure, the forging is uneven, and the blade is not cut properly. I guess it takes a few more strokes to kill a chicken. Change the Japanese king to give you a good one." "

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Rong Youtang readily accepted: other rewards are fine, but there is nowhere to buy the high-quality dagger made inside.He took his dagger and muttered unwillingly: "I bought it for eight taels of silver. The shopkeeper said it was mixed with black iron, but it is actually quite sharp."

Zhao Zeyong shook his head: "A dark iron dagger of eight taels of silver?"

"Not all of them, the shopkeeper said a small part was mixed up." Rong Youtang emphasized without confidence.

Zhao Zeyong smiled and said nothing.

"It's really sharp." Rong Youtang said to himself, carefully put away the dagger.

"Hmm." Zhao Zeyong responded casually, began to take off his coat, and said, "I'm asleep, I have to get up early tomorrow to arrange for the Guanzhong Army to hunt down the remaining rebels."

Rong Youtang stood in place, thinking: I should resign.

However, the scene is not controlled by his thoughts:

Zhao Zeyong put his clothes on the screen, with a calm demeanor, sat down and took off his boots, lifted the quilt and lay down, and said: "Blowing on the lamp is very dazzling."

"Yes." Rong Youtang blew out the two candlesticks inside, thought for a while, and walked out lightly: "Then you have a good rest, I—"

"Where are you going?"

"Look for Big Brother Wei and the others." Rong Youtang said softly while standing beside the multi-treasure stand that separated the inside and outside.

speechless for a while

"You seem to be very afraid of me?" Zhao Zeyong's voice sounded confused and helpless.

Rong Youtang nodded first, then shook his head, and said honestly: "You are His Highness King Qing, how many people are not afraid? I don't sleep well, so I don't want to disturb your rest."

"Such a big bed, isn't it enough for you to roll around?" Zhao Zeyong teased slightly: "If you roll on the ground in the middle of the night, I won't get you."

Having said all this, I can only stay here, so as not to hurt... kindness?

Rong Youtang thought in a strange way, he no longer hesitated, and said heartily: "Thank you Your Highness for taking me in, I always give you trouble."

"Humph."

Rong Youtang took off three times, five times, two times, and only his underwear was left. He immediately stood up from the cold, and carefully lifted the quilt to lie down, still not daring to get too close.

But this quilt is military size. Although the cotton wool is thick and warm, it is only enough for one person to roll comfortably, and it is narrow for two people.

There is an interesting and interesting person around me, and I feel...

Zhao Zeyong slightly bent the corners of his lips, stretched his hand across the upper body of the opponent, held his shoulder, and pulled him over.

"Hey——" Rong Youtang's whole body was moved vigorously, and the two of them were so close that they could clearly feel the warmth of each other's body, solid physique, and warmth.Rong Youtang was very nervous, lying on his back stiffly, motionless, there was no place to put his left hand, so he could only put it on his body.

"Feel cold?" Zhao Zeyong asked in a low voice.

"No, it's not cold!" Rong Youtang shook his head, feeling a little hot on his face.

Zhao Zeyong nodded in satisfaction.

The candles outside were not extinguished, and the faint yellow light slanted into the Babu bed without curtains through the gaps of different shapes in the Duobao Pavilion.

The two lay down side by side, silent and silent.

Just as Rong Youtang was slowly relaxing, no longer tense all over, regardless of his plans to sleep first, King Qing who was next to him suddenly got out of bed——

"Your Highness?" Rong Youtang hurriedly opened his eyes: "Do you want some water? I'll—"

"No need." Zhao Zeyong's stopping voice came from the outside, he rummaged in the medicine bag for a while, took a delicate and small green porcelain box, returned to the bed, and said to himself: "I almost forgot."

Rong Youtang tried to sit up with his hands on his hands, and at the same time asked: "What did you forget? It doesn't matter, right?"

"Don't move." Zhao Zeyong directly pushed the person down, opened the lid of the green porcelain box, and immediately revealed a refreshing fragrance.He picked a little with his right index finger, leaned over, fixed the opponent's chin with his left hand, found the bruised bruise, stuck his index finger on it, spread the transparent ointment, and gently rubbed and pressed.

Rong Youtang subconsciously pushed the opponent's hand holding his chin, but it didn't move at all.

People who practice martial arts hold the knife in their right hand for a long time, with rough and strong fingers.Zhao Zeyong felt that his strength was light enough, but when he looked down, he found that the injured man frowned and held back, but he didn't make a sound...it looked a little pitiful.He lowered his voice and asked, "Did it hurt you?"

"Your Highness, I'll do it myself." Rong Youtang tried his best to lean back against the bed, from his point of view: King Qing was against the light, his generous chest blocked the light, and he was holding people tightly.

He held his breath, his heartbeat was a little abnormal, and strange and subtle feelings were rushing back and forth in his body.Zhao Zeyong was a little uncomfortable tossed by the strange throbbing.

Why is this happening?

"It's almost ready." Zhao Zeyong said distractedly.His index finger was still rubbing the wound gently and firmly to disperse the congestion, and he was quite satisfied with the cooperation of the injured patient.

Let go let go, I'm going to rest!Rong Youtang screamed in his heart, inexplicably embarrassed, his breathing rhythm changed.

another half hour

"Okay." Zhao Zeyong finally announced, slowly retracted his fingers, but still did not let go of his left hand, held the other's chin, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you blushing?"

Rong Youtang exploded immediately, not caring that the other party was a nobleman, he broke free with all his strength, sat up suddenly, and emphasized sternly: "Who is blushing? I am hot!"

——Being human in two lives, except for the biological mother and adoptive father, I have never been so close to anyone, it is simply, simply...

Rong Youtang didn't understand his own feelings for a while, so he sat helplessly and stared at King Qing, the distance was getting closer, and it was not easy to back away, so as not to appear timid, young people are good at face.

In the dark Babu bed, the young man who became angry from embarrassment had a little sparkle in his black and white eyes, "Okay, you are hot." Zhao Zeyong rarely compromised.He turned around, secretly adjusted his breathing, forced himself to return the ointment to its original place immediately, and then went out to blow some air, sober and sober.

It should be far away, so as not to scare people.Zhao Zeyong thought helplessly.

But Rong Youtang also had the same thought.He leaned over to grab the green porcelain box, and rushed to say, "You rest, I'll go and clean it—ah! Your Highness!"

Zhao Zeyong couldn't bear it anymore, threw the ointment on the pedals casually, turned around and threw the person down, firmly pressed his hands, looked down from a high position, his face changed again and again, but seeing the boy shrink back and forth tremblingly, he was so frightened. Can't say it... He was tense and stiff, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Your Highness, don't, don't be angry." Rong Youtang trembled and stammered.

For a brief moment, Zhao Zeyong couldn't hear anything and restrained himself with difficulty.Self-disciplined for many years, suddenly broke out, the man's instinct is too strong, he can hardly control himself.

"Your Highness, I want to go." Rong Youtang was so confused that he couldn't think.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Zeyong gritted his teeth and asked.

"Look for Big Brother Wei—"

"No!"

Rong Youtang said earnestly: "But I'm afraid of you like this."

It was windy and snowy outside, raging and roaring, the cold wind turned, suddenly poured in through the broken window, and hit Zhao Zeyong's back, making him tremble.

"Don't be afraid." Zhao Zeyong closed his eyes, gradually relaxed his strength, loosened the hands that restrained the other party, withdrew, got off the bed and stood up, then leaned over again, wrapped the quilt around the other party's body, and comforted him clumsily with apology "Don't be afraid, you can sleep in peace." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly put on his boots, grabbed the cloak, strode away, opened the door with a "bang", and the guard on duty hurriedly asked: "Your Highness, what is this?" -"

"Go to Ziyan to discuss important matters." Zhao Zeyong said absently.

"Yes! General Guo is resting in the front ear room, and the subordinates will follow you..."

The voice of the voice gradually faded away with the sound of footsteps, and finally only Fengxue's roar was heard.

Rong Youtang maintained the posture wrapped in the quilt, not feeling sleepy, confused, uneasy - but he didn't feel disgusted or humiliated.

"It's weird," Rong Youtang said to himself, "Tsk, I feel like I'm about to smoke." He pulled up the quilt to cover his head, rolled around and tossed for a long time before he fell asleep unknowingly .

Trance.

Half asleep and half awake:

"I'm scared of you like this."

"Don't be afraid." The other person's face slowly approached, his strong and warm body pressed down, his eyes were as gentle and patient as his voice, his breathing was hot, and he was very strong, firmly clamping his wrist... The closer the other person got, The weight of the heavy body makes people feel a little uncomfortable, but it is also very reassuring and comfortable...

A sudden, ecstatic, strange pleasure strikes!

After a burst of trembling, Rong Youtang opened his eyes profusely with sweat, panting, terribly flustered, immersed in a dream, and blurted out: "His Royal Highness Prince Qing!"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zeyong, who was about to have breakfast, walked in quickly from the outside, after the scene last night, he was inevitably uncomfortable.He approached and asked, "What's the matter?"

Rong Youtang froze all over!He clutched the quilt tightly, his face was flushed with sweat, his neck was stained with a layer of red, and he sat with his head bowed, at a loss.

"This king lost his temper last night, you...don't be afraid." Zhao Zeyong apologized in a low voice.

Rong Youtang said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhao Zeyong was a little sad: "If you really mind, forget about it, and you don't have to follow closely from now on."

Rong Youtang was dumbfounded, he couldn't get any energy up.

Zhao Zeyong felt a little tight in his chest, and said shyly, "Don't worry, this king never pushes others hard." He put on his usual indifferent expression, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt: "Get up, go eat—"

"No! No! I'm not hungry!" Rong Youtang desperately snatched the quilt, raised his head, his face was flushed, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"You—" Zhao Zeyong was stunned, and then he had a flash of inspiration, and tried to pull the quilt again.

"Don't!" Rong Youtang wished he could disappear in place, and begged, "Leave me alone!" He felt something was wrong when he sat up just now, his stomach felt cold...

Zhao Zeyong suddenly relaxed, and laughed even before and after the contact.

Rong Youtang was anxious and helpless, his eyes widened.

"Hasn't it happened before?" Zhao Zeyong asked gently.

Rong Youtang frowned in embarrassment.

"I was a little panicked for the first time." Zhao Zeyong said in relief: "All men are like this, and I will get used to it in the future."

I know men are like this, the key is why the man in the dream...?Rong Youtang was furious: It must be because last night you - made fun of me!

Zhao Zeyong walked briskly, went outside to find his clean underpants, handed them over and said, "It's nothing unusual, don't mind. Hurry up and get up and eat. The Guan Zhongjun has arrived. We'll discuss how to search the mountain later. I don't want to Do you listen?"

"Think." Rong Youtang nodded subconsciously, he wanted to participate in any occasion to increase his knowledge.

"Then hurry."

"Oh."

Zhao Zeyong didn't say anything else, he went out to eat first, and just sat down, he heard a few "dong dong dong" on the bed board in the inner room.

——It seems that he really doesn't understand anything, no wonder he is afraid.

-

Why?God why?

After that time, Rong Youtang didn't "squeeze" with anyone again: Guo Da reluctantly returned the bedding, angrily, went to rest elsewhere.

Great, save yourself the embarrassment!

Rong Youtang happily lived alone in the ear room, and consciously reduced the chances of being alone with King Qing, but the other party was as usual, showing no abnormalities at all, which made Rong Youtang feel that he cared too much—ah, His Highness should be just impulsive... Bar?

Forget it, don't care, it's over anyway!

Rong Youtang worked hard to enlighten himself.

The bandit suppressing army cleared Mount Jiufeng within the specified time limit, and stayed in Shun County for a few days to deal with the aftermath. After the new county magistrate basically took over, King Qing ordered the troops to return to Beijing.

There is no need to rush to march on the return journey, which is much easier.

Stop and go all the way.

After winning the battle, capturing the bandit leader alive, he must be happy to go home in a good mood—however, the relationship between two people in the team is getting worse and worse: Han Ruhai and Sang Jiacheng.

They had several violent quarrels, and they were not as good as strangers when they usually met, and they looked at each other coldly.

Rong Youtang secretly paid attention, after all, those two are high-level military generals, and each has their own forces behind them, so it is worth exploring.

This night, we rest at the post station.

"I'll be home tomorrow, are you happy?" Guo Da asked cheerfully.

"Of course I'm happy!" Rong Youtang happily sorted out the few things he bought along the way, and muttered: "These are for my father, there are none in the capital, these are for Uncle Yan, and this is for His Highness Ninth Prince—"

"For Xiaojiu?" Guo Da probed, "What is this?"

"Wooden carving of the twelve zodiac signs, each of which is responsible for fighting." Rong Youtang introduced.

Guo Da held a naive pig with three hooves on the ground and a sword in its right front hoof, and couldn't help laughing, "What are they all! Pigs can also martial arts?"

"Damn it, when I was a child, I always thought that the Stove Lord squats on the stove every day to watch ordinary people cook." Rong Youtang laughed at himself.

"Hahaha, what an idiot! I never believed—" Guo Da hadn't finished his complacency when he heard the sound of tables and chairs smashing across the floor, accompanied by the two arguing: "What's so great? Neither is Taifu Han Your dear father!" Sang Jiacheng roared: "I want to see if he can protect you this time! You are a dog!"

"Sang, don't be crazy, don't forget that this is not Guanzhong! I am no longer your subordinate, I am now a third-rank official, and you are only a third-rank!" Han Ruhai said arrogantly.

"No matter how many ranks you get by relying on your relatives, you are just a shameless person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, selfish and selfish!" Sang Jiacheng obviously went all out, and his voice trembled with pain: "Xiao Meng is sincere and simple, trust you, and take care of me." I gave all the credit to you, but what did you do to him? You actually killed him!"

Han Ruhai scolded angrily: "Don't wrong people with red lips and white teeth, Meng Hua's death has nothing to do with me! General Sang, is this how you talk to Shangfeng? It's so disrespectful, I can use military law to deal with you based on this— "

With a sound of "Kang Dang~", Sang Jiacheng's eyes were red, he raised his foot and kicked Han Ruhai in the chest, and a big lump of fat fell over, immediately crushing the table.

Han Ruhai got up, couldn't hold back his face, and wrestled into a ball with the opponent...but he could only hug his head and be beaten, and he had no power to parry.

"General, stop fighting!"

"Calm down, Prince Qing is here!"

The generals fought, and a group of subordinates surrounded them, but they didn't dare to start a fight.

Sang Jiacheng no longer argues, just fights.

Han Ruhai's eye sockets, nose, cheeks, and chin received hard fists one after another, and blood and tears flowed from his nose. He shouted with all his might, "I am the third rank! You are the third rank! Sang Jiacheng, you dare to disrespect Shangfeng. I want you to be dealt with by military law." -"

At this time, with a sound of "Boom~", Zhao Zeyong kicked the door and rushed in with no expression on his face.

The unilateral brawl and unilateral clamor came to an abrupt end.

Zhao Zeyong's face was stern, and he asked coldly, "Zheng Sanpin? From Sanpin? Is it amazing? Do you want to overwhelm people with rank?"