Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Hahaha, Yuko, we are really destined! We are classmates at the next table in school, and we can meet you when we come to Beiying!" Hong Lei was in high spirits, and Haomai and Rong Youtang crossed shoulders, stretched out their hands, and introduced to friends in high spirits. Said: "Hey, he is Rong Youtang, just call him Yuzi, and we will take care of each other in the future!"

A group of descendants of generals chatted enthusiastically and introduced themselves one after another—they didn’t like reading, but they weren’t stupid: from the time Zhou Minghong called out the word “Mr. I heard that my good brother was a classmate of the Guozijian, and I believed it seventy percent.

It should be a door!

"Youzi, my name is Yuan Bin. I heard Leizi mentioned you earlier, and asked everyone to come out for a drink and meet. He always refused, saying that you are a gentleman and scholar, and you don't like to make trouble." Yuan Bin, who is also a descendant of a general, said heartily. .

"Hello Mr. Yuan, just call me Xiaorong, don't call me Yuzi, it sounds strange." Rong Youtang smiled and corrected, but Hong Lei with a loud voice couldn't help it.

"Okay, okay, little Rongzi!" Hong Lei compromised, and met a friend by chance when he went out. He was very happy, and the big thorn hooked Rong Youtang's neck with his elbow, lowered his head and joked: "Haha, your face looks red from the cold Persimmons!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pinch—

At this time, Zhou Minghong and others also formed a circle, and they followed to the gate of the camp unwillingly, trying to establish a relationship.Zhou Minghong happened to have his back to the gate of the camp, and he glanced up inadvertently, and suddenly saw King Qing riding away with a team of personal guards on horseback!He was overjoyed, and immediately rushed forward, thumped and knelt in the snow, respectfully, and raised his voice: "Caomin Zhou Minghong kowtows to His Highness King Qing! Your Highness Wanan!"

what? !

Zhou Minghong's resonant voice stunned everyone. Hong Lei no longer cared about laughing and squabbling with his friends. He immediately let go of Rong Youtang and turned around in a panic. King Qing!

That's right, it's him!That mighty Northwest Commander is only eight or nine years older than me, but he has already made great military exploits, which is hard to come by!

Hong Lei's eyes were wide open, extremely excited, fearful and excited, and together with everyone else, he bowed respectfully and willingly.

who is he?How dare you be so presumptuous and bold!

To be honest, Zhao Zeyong was very angry for a moment, and his first reaction was to hit the other party's hand, and then severely scolded him—fortunately, he didn't let go of his hand in the end, and let go in time.

"Kowtow to His Highness King Qing, Your Highness Wanan." The young man's loud voice was full of youthfulness, respect, and a bit of anxiety.

According to military discipline, Zhao Zeyong dismounted in front of the camp gate, and the reins were taken over by his personal guards. He walked over with great strides, and said majesticly and forcefully: "Get up."

Hong Lei can be said to be trembling, well-behaved, standing upright, his eyes shining brightly, eager and full of hope, wanting to see but not being able to look straight because of the rules, sweating on his brow, extremely nervous, afraid of King Qing Walk into the barracks, and the great opportunity of heaven will slip away!

Zhao Zeyong didn't say a word, and carefully looked at the dozen or so teenagers blocking the gate of the camp: there was one he knew, Zhou Minghong.I don't know the rest, but judging by their demeanor and dress, they should be the sons of nobles from the capital.

Is it a new friend he made in school?Zhao Zeyong guessed, then shook his head secretly: No, he is not a ostentatious person.

Standing in the crowd, Rong Youtang lowered his eyebrows and looked decent, he was a competent and dedicated head chef.But Hong Lei, who was next to him, quietly elbowed him, and begged with his eyes: "Brother, can you speak for me?"

this……

Rong Youtang was very embarrassed, really embarrassed: Even His Majesty can't influence His Highness's employment strategy too much, so what am I?However, the North Camp is about to start recruiting soldiers, and Hong Lei is a pretty good candidate——

At this time, Zhao Zeyong spoke, his voice could not detect any emotion, he asked Rong Youtang seriously: "Why are you making such a noise at the gate of the camp?"

Rong Youtang hurriedly replied: "Reporting to Your Highness: I took people to the neighboring village to buy vegetables. Unexpectedly, on the way back, heavy snow fell suddenly. The mule cart was low and it was difficult to move forward. Fortunately, these enthusiastic people came to help."

That's right, you are the king's subordinate.Zhao Zeyong smiled, his heart was a little calm.

I am not enthusiastic about the common people, I am willing to join the army!Hong Lei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, unable to jump up and down, he could only hold back quietly.

Zhao Zeyong nodded, but he didn't comment on the "enthusiastic people". He told Rong Youtang: "If you encounter this kind of trouble again next time, you should arrange someone to guard the place and return to the camp for help."

Oops!I broke the rules!

In the blink of an eye, Rong Youtang suddenly raised his head, realizing that he had accidentally let outsiders touch the vegetables in the army: Just let it go if nothing happens, a meal can cure countless people!

"Your Highness, I—" Rong Youtang's complexion changed, remorse and self-blame.

Zhao Zeyong lightly raised his hand, his tiger eyes were piercing, indicating that he did not intend to blame him.With a sharp look in his eyes, he caught Hong Lei who was peeping quietly. The latter hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, and shrank back without knowing it, his heart beating like a drum.

"Enthusiastic people?" Zhao Zeyong put his hands behind his back, taller than all the people present, and his back was straight, like a cold spear soaked in frost and blood, he stood firmly in front of Hong Lei, and asked majesticly, "What's your name?" name?"

Hong Lei rushed to the top of his head covered in blood in an instant, lost the ability to think, his hoarse and rough voice changed his tone with excitement, and stammered: "Hui, His Royal Highness Hui Qing, my name is Hong Lei, and I really want to join the army. You, your Beiying Recruiting soldiers? I, I want to join the army!"

"Why do you want to join the army?" Zhao Zeyong asked.

Hong Lei tried his best to raise his head and chest up, subconsciously wanting to show his bravery, but his voice couldn't be controlled, and he said loudly and tremblingly: "Defend the family and defend the country! Make contributions!"

Brother, you are too real, what most people who have made great achievements only say in their hearts... Rong Youtang bowed his head and tensed his face.

Zhao Zeyong said solemnly: "The military drills hard day and night, it is indeed to defend the country. But you have to understand that only a very small number of people are able to 'make contributions' as the world knows, and the rest are defending the country in obscurity. Soldiers either died in battle, or returned home after being seriously injured, and those who returned home safely are considered a great fortune in the world.”

Hong Lei was stunned, at a loss, with red eye circles, and after a while, he straightened his neck and shouted: "I'm not afraid of death! My father is a hero. He died in the battle on the southwest border. I wanted to go to the southwest, but they refused to accept heroes." My only son, I want to go to the Northwest, but my family disagrees. I, I am not a person who is greedy for life and fears death. I rely on my ability to judge my merits. If I am incompetent, then it is normal for me to remain unknown for the rest of my life. Your Highness King Qing, please give me a chance!" Finished the sentence , Hong Leifu knelt down again and kowtowed heavily.

Appreciation flashed in Zhao Zeyong's eyes, but he still kept a straight face and said in a deep voice, "Get up."

"Your Highness, please take me in!" Hong Lei didn't care, and kowtowed firmly to the boy, the hot-blooded young man.Seeing this, his friends, as well as Zhou Minghong and his friends, fell to their knees and earnestly begged to enter the camp.

——This kind of opportunity to speak out directly in front of the coach, even if he faints, is definitely worth it!

Zhao Zeyong stood firmly like a pine, raised his eyebrows and looked at Rong Youtang, who was full of sincerity: I didn't ask them to come, really!

"It's very good that you have the intention to serve the country by serving the army." Zhao Zeyong affirmed positively, but when he changed his voice, he mercilessly taught: "But joining the army does not mean that you are not afraid of death. The imperial court allocates military salaries every year, distributes quilts for two seasons, and consumes a huge amount of food. , supporting millions of soldiers is for the country to be able to fight effectively when it is in danger, not just to die. Do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, let alone Hong Lei and the others, even Rong Youtang felt his cheeks burn.

After a pause, Zhao Zeyong's voice was stern, and he pointed out forcefully: "So, if you want to join the army, you must pass the inspection and meet the standard conditions, otherwise it will be useless to say anything! War is not based on words!"

"I—" Hong Lei blushed, feeling ashamed, and quietly looked at his slender arms and legs: Alas, my physique is indeed not too strong. I don't grow muscles every time I eat too much, but what should I do?

After being shocked by the thunder, Zhao Zeyong calmed down a little, and said: "However, you are still young. If you can study hard and work hard, you may succeed. At the beginning of next month, the North Camp will post a recruitment notice. You know. Let's go, and it is forbidden to block the gate of the camp." After speaking, Zhao Zeyong gave Rong Youtang a look, turned around and strode into the camp.

In just a few words, grace and power are combined.

All the young people were silent, and classified the King Qing in front of them and the King Qing in the legend as the same: really scary!So majestic!

Hong Lei's blood boiled with excitement, his expression was in a trance with excitement, he knelt in a daze, watching King Qing's tall and generous back disappear without blinking.Until Rong Youtang and Yuan Bin dragged him: "Leizi, His Royal Highness Prince Qing has called out." Yuan Bin was also so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Get up, you have to go back and discuss it with your family." Rong Youtang reminded.

Hong Lei stood up, his forehead was covered with snow, and his whole body was covered with snow, but he didn't even bother to take photos. He kept looking excited and absent-minded. After a long while, he suddenly woke up. He held Rong Youtang's shoulders, shook them vigorously, and said in ecstasy: " His Royal Highness King Qing talked to me! He encouraged me to join the army! He encouraged me to join the army next month! Hahahahaha~"

Rong Youtang was dizzy from being shaken, he tried his best to break free and jumped away, and said frankly: "Your Highness is thirsty for talents, but he is extremely strict, and he would rather be short than excessive."

However, Hong Lei was completely immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't hear anyone else's words. He happily ran to lead the horse, and shouted to himself: "His Royal Highness Qing encourages me to join the army! I will go back and tell my mother to see if she dares this time." No objection!" He got on his horse as he spoke, galloped into the wind and snow in an instant, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Bin and others couldn't laugh or cry, and said apologetically to Rong Youtang: "Lei Zile is crazy, we have to watch him, let's get together some other day when we have time."

Rong Youtang hurriedly urged: "Okay! Hurry up and chase after him, Leizi is riding too fast."

After watching this group of people leave, there was another group of people at the scene.

Zhou Minghong's face was a little ugly, because he vaguely sensed that King Qing appreciated Hong Lei and others more, so he couldn't help regretting: I should have knelt down first, but those reckless men beat me to the front!Oh, what a mistake.

"Young Master Rong," Zhou Minghong squeezed out a smile and said, "We both study in the Imperial College. After school, I went to Guirang Hall several times, but I didn't see you. We wanted to get together. We have a regular poetry club. "The friends he made were all the sons of courtiers with backgrounds, all of them were good at dancing, and they all invited them out in a friendly and friendly way, and they pretended to be seniors in their words-they were indeed old students who had been in school for two years.

With Zhou Minghong around, how could I join the club?

But Rong Youtang had no choice but to be polite, and finally escaped with the excuse of transporting vegetables back to the warehouse.

He finished his work earlier today. After inspecting several kitchens, he returned to the main account and prepared to review his books.

"Is His Royal Highness King Qing in there?" Rong Youtang asked emphatically, so as not to run into the Eighth Prince all the time. Although the other party was not doing well, he was very eccentric and very unpleasant.

The sentry replied: "Yes."

"it is good."

Only then did Rong Youtang feel relieved and walked over, familiar with the nature, lifted the curtain and went in and said, "Your Highness, the rice, grains and vegetables have all been put into storage, registered and recorded, and are expected to be edible for half a month."

After Zhao Zeyong sat on the desk, he bowed his head and wrote vigorously, unable to see his expression, he said in a flat tone: "Well."

and then?

Rong Youtang waited habitually, thinking that King Qing would intervene or issue new instructions as usual: but there was no later.

The desk is full of piles, Zhao Zeyong is quiet and busy.

Rong Youtang suddenly realized: Oh, His Highness may be instructing the Northwest Express!So he immediately apologized and said: "Your Highness, here is the brochure. You go ahead and I'll review it."

Although the commander's tent is simple, it is divided into two parts: the front tent, study room and meeting hall, and the back tent has a small couch and a pair of tables, chairs and cages for King Qing to take a nap.

Rong Youtang was studying at Lizheng's house at the beginning, but King Keqing said seriously, "What's the proper way? That's not in line with the rules", and insisted on placing people under his nose.

He... Went to study?Shouldn't we explain the scene at the camp gate first?How did you get to know those "enthusiastic people"?

Zhao Zeyong was hung in the front tent, took a deep breath, kept his pen still, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, shook his head, then continued to pick up his pen to deal with official business, and decided to find someone later.

At the same time, Rong Youtang was very relaxed:

The homework has been completed during the lunch break, the books for review have been read for many years, and the kitchen has stored half a month's worth of rice, grains and vegetables before the snowstorm... Tsk tsk, hahaha!

Rong Youtang sat upright, scrutinizing word by word, concentrating on it, trying to "learn the new by reviewing the past".The tent conditions have improved recently. There are food boxes on the table, and there are always food in it. After working for a long time, Rong Youtang was hungry, so he took out chestnut cakes and sweet crispy pears to eat, and served them with warm water on the charcoal cage. comfortable.

Half an hour later, it was dark.

Zhao Zeyong finished his daily business, sorted and stacked, pinched the eyebrows, got up slowly, drank half a cup of cold tea in one go, strode to find someone, lifted the curtain to see: the tea was full of fragrance, the boy just made the tea, slowly Drinking tea, read carefully!

"Your Highness," Rong Youtang saw King Qing coming in, quickly poured a new cup of tea, and said with concern: "Are you done with your work? Maybe you don't have time to take a nap today?"

"En." Zhao Zeyong sat down, drank a few sips of tea first, and tried to calm down—but as soon as he thought about the camp gate, Hong Lei's affectionate and familiar appearance immediately appeared in his mind!

"Your Highness, what are Mr. Guo and the others doing in the East Village? I saw it from a distance when I went to the granary, but I couldn't go over to ask." Rong Youtang asked curiously.

"Build a watchtower." Zhao Zeyong replied, focusing on the profile of the Wen Shuren next to him.

"Oh." Rong Youtang nodded, and took advantage of the situation and asked: "Is it necessary to finish the construction before recruiting soldiers? Only when the recruits arrive can we send people to observe the whole camp day and night."

"Hmm." Zhao Zeyong cherished words like gold, and frowned slightly when he heard "recruiting soldiers", because he remembered the group of young people in the afternoon.He simply cut to the chase and asked, "Are they all your friends?"

Rong Youtang didn't keep up with his thoughts for a while, and asked at a loss: "Who?" Then he quickly reacted: "You mean Hong Lei and the others?"

Hong Lei.That's right, he said his name was Hong Lei.

Zhao Zeyong nodded slowly, his eyes were not angry but mighty.

Rong Youtang explained happily: "Hong Lei is my classmate in the Imperial College. He is very righteous and nice, but his temper is a bit irritable. Except for Zhou Minghong, they all met for the first time and didn't know each other. But Leizi wanted to join the army. Yes, look at him — Your Highness?" Before Rong Youtang could finish speaking, the book in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Zhao Zeyong put the book on the corner of the table and asked, "Are you familiar with Hong Lei...?"

"Just met, not very familiar." Rong Youtang replied.He instinctively sensed the danger, subconsciously stood up, and was about to get away——

Zhao Zeyong found that the other party was about to retreat, and immediately reached out to catch him, squeezed his wrist, and pulled him back slowly but firmly.

Rong Youtang struggled hard, but did not break free. After thinking hard for a while, his eyes lit up, and he immediately apologized and reflected: "I'm sorry, I violated the discipline today, and I shouldn't allow outsiders to touch the military rations. Please punish me, Your Highness."

"Humph."

Zhao Zeyong groaned with unknown meaning, stood up, held Rong Youtang's face with both hands, stroked the rough thumbs inch by inch, with some force, as if wiping away some traces.

"Your Highness, calm down." Rong Youtang blurted out.He knew that King Qing was angry, but he didn't know why.

Zhao Zeyong was silent, his eyes were sharp, and his hands were meticulous. After wiping everything without any omissions, he whispered: "Those bastards are not serious, they like to drink and play, don't go with them, beware of being taken away." Enter Fireworks Alley."

Rong Youtang hurriedly shook his head, firmly denying: "No, none of us! Leizi's family is very strict—oh!"

Zhao Zeyong endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he hugged the person into his arms, and threw him down fiercely, biting and kissing like a storm, his breath was hot, and his lips and tongue were eagerly entangled, forcing the other person to be unable to breathe.

"Hm...Your Highness, I—" Rong Youtang just opened his mouth, but suddenly realized that this place is a camp, only a few layers of tarpaulins away, there is an open field where people come and go, so he hastened to bear it.

Rong Youtang's heart was beating wildly, he was struggling and listening to the movement outside, he couldn't tell whether it was torment or secret stimulation, his thoughts were chaotic.He thought he was just going to stop like the previous two times, so he wasn't too flustered.

The two embraced each other, one advanced and the other retreated, one tried its best and the other retracted to protect, four legs collided and staggered, wrestling silently in the small back tent.

Zhao Zeyong was a little out of control. Driven by anger and pleasure, although he tried his best to restrain himself, he always let go of the opponent and let people breathe for a while, then climbed up again, crushing and exploring hard.

With a "bang", Rong Youtang accidentally kicked the overturned stool, he lacked oxygen, his face flushed, it was absurd to think that King Qing was going to suffocate himself to death.

The four legs staggered and wrestled for a moment, then retreated to the couch, Zhao Zeyong glanced away from the corner of his eye, without thinking, he instinctively pushed the person down on the couch——

For a while, Rong Youtang was bewildered, lying in the pile of quilts, panicked instantly, taking advantage of the short time when the other party let go, he quickly got up, jumped out of bed in fright and was about to run outside!

Zhao Zeyong's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he accurately grabbed the opponent's elbow, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"I'm leaving!" Rong Youtang panted quickly, very angry.I don't know whether it's from anger or fright, and the eye sockets are slightly red.

The two sides were in a stalemate, eye to eye.

after a long time

"Where are you going?" Zhao Zeyong asked hoarsely.

"Go home!" Rong Youtang said loudly.

"Sorry." Zhao Zeyong just didn't let go, and gradually regained his composure.

"Hmph!" Rong Youtang snorted angrily, it was the first time he was so angry in front of King Qing.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Zeyong repeated.He was wrong, so he could only speak soft words. Although he felt that he was righteous at first, but now... well, it almost made me cry.

King Qing did not shirk or prevaricate, and apologized twice in succession.

Rong Youtang felt better, but still very angry, he shook his hands and said, "Let go."

"Sit." Zhao Zeyong blocked the curtain door and pushed the man to sit on the round stool, ignoring his physical discomfort.

Rong Youtang's lips and tongue were tingling and numb, he was at a loss as to what to do, he felt that he was, was... oppressed for no reason!He sat upright, with a posture of "I'll see how you explain it".

"Drink tea." Zhao Zeyong didn't know how to coax people, poured tea, pushed it over, and persuaded him dryly.

Rong Youtang said heartily: I don't want to drink!

Zhao Zeyong looked at the angry face and bright eyes, his heart softened, he suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry."

Rong Youtang turned his head suddenly: "I will definitely be angry!"

"Why?" The king should be angry.

"because--"

Before Rong Youtang could say anything, the Eighth Prince's urgent call came from outside:

"Third brother? Third brother? Something happened!"

Then came Guo Da: "His Royal Highness, calm down, there is a solution to everything."

What happened?Mr. Guo sounds very angry?

Rong Youtang was startled, hurriedly put aside his personal affairs and emotions, and looked outside nervously.

"Think it over before you speak, and I will give you a satisfactory answer." Zhao Zeyong comforted him with gentle words, and then walked out quickly.Rong Youtang followed closely behind.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zeyong asked.

The eighth prince quickly reported: "Third brother, Taifu Han's son had a conflict with a villager. First he had a quarrel, and then he made a move, seriously injuring one of the other party!"

Guo Da had a headache and said, "It's Fang Yan! Let's take turns to fight, so we'll move the big Buddha! He promised to move tomorrow, but Han Rukun got into a fight with Fang Yan for some reason, and now the doctor is trying to rescue him."

"Immediately seal off the scene, and strictly prohibit outside rumors!" Zhao Zeyong ordered, furiously said: "The imperial court has a clear order not to forcefully drive out the villagers. They must treat each other with courtesy and settle them properly! Han Rukun is such a bastard, who gave him the courage to act wildly?" ?”

——Beiying has already been suppressed by several factions, criticizing them both openly and secretly. If news spreads that the villagers of Fang's family were beaten and seriously injured, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Where is the person? Lead the way!" Zhao Zeyong's face was as deep as water, and he suppressed his anger. The corners of his robe flew up as he walked, and he hurried to deal with it: "Where are the people following Han Rukun?" Zhao Zeyong asked as he walked, his face stern.