Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

This condition is good, really good, it has a strong temptation for Rong Youtang.

If Zhou Renlin's two sons-in-law didn't also study at Guozijian.

When we meet at that time, they must think that I have been resurrected from the dead...

So I should say no.

Rong Youtang was heartbroken and regretful, almost out of breath, his pitiful face was all seen by King Qing.

"Could it be that you are afraid of being bullied by rich and powerful dudes?" Zhao Zeyong tried to think about it from the opponent's position, and came up with a very realistic guess.

Rong Youtang shook his head, he couldn't explain his difficulties: in the established revenge plan, he couldn't show up for the time being, so as not to cause the Zhou family to counterattack prematurely.

However, King Qing misunderstood that the other party was strong and was embarrassed to admit it, so he said with a straight face: "People walk between heaven and earth based on their own abilities, not just on their background. You didn't speak sharply when you refuted the scholars of Yueshan Academy. Is it profitable? Why are you so cowardly today?"

"I—" Sure enough, King Qing left an impression of being unrefined, and Rong Youtang was very ashamed.

Seeing the young man bowing his head in shame, Zhao Zeyong felt that he had taught well and was in a good mood, so he decided decisively: "Although Prince Qing's Mansion also has a recommendation quota, it is not suitable for you. How about this, I will put you in the Dingbei Marquis at that time." Under the name of the family members of the side branch of the mansion, that would be very appropriate."

What day is it?In a hurry to go out, I forgot to read the almanac...

Rong Youtang couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought, so he asked nervously, "Dingbei Hou Mansion?"

"Well, just ask Ziyan to help pass the sentence."

"Ziyan?" Rong Youtang asked again, not knowing how to refuse—besides, can he refuse? !

Zhao Zeyong turned and left the plum garden, and said as he walked, "It's Guo Da, the second member of Dingbei Houfu, you met. Remember tomorrow, don't miss the hour."

"Oh~" Rong Youtang suddenly realized that he knew Guo Da, but he didn't know Guo Da's words, and then wanted to cry without tears: Don't delay the time?I arrived so early today because of my first visit...

King Qing left, and the wind was still blowing. A layer of snow and a few plum petals had accumulated on Rong Youtang's body, and he stood there for a long time before returning home in a daze.

Evening·Rong Family Study Room

The three faced each other, the candles were dimly lit.

"Uncle Gao Yi, he took many risks to help each other, and my nephew is very grateful! Tang'er, serve tea to uncle." Seeing an old friend again, Rong Kaiji's eyes were slightly red, and he was very respectful.

"Uncle drinks tea, please sit down and talk." Rong Youtang hastily bowed and served the tea, respecting the old man from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Yongxin took the teacup, helped Rong Youtang up, and said: "The most important thing for a reader is to have a strong character, don't bend over casually."

"Yes." Rong Youtang smiled and asked, "Why is Uncle free to sit down today? When I went to your house a while ago, I told the butler that you were so busy that you rested in the Imperial Academy."

Yan Yongxin was thin and straight, with a long beard and the character of a scholar. He replied solemnly: "The Longevity Festival is coming, and every year I have to be busy. I heard from the housekeeper that you gave me a lot of gifts. You don’t need to be like this, you need to be frugal in your life.”

Rong Youtang hurriedly explained: "It's just some leather and earthen objects recovered from the suburban counties, it's not worth anything."

"Speaking of this, I have to say a few words." Yan Yongxin stroked his long beard and frowned.

"I beg uncle to teach you." Rong Youtang bowed.

"If you want to go into an official career, you can't continue to do business. How can there be scholars who use abacus day and night to make accounts?" Yan Yongxin pointed out bluntly.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, smell of copper all over their bodies, if they touch sage books again, they will make people laugh.

"I——" Rong Youtang was just about to explain, but Rong's father was obviously more anxious, and quickly emphasized: "Please rest assured, Uncle Shi, Tang'er doesn't often show up in the shop anymore, and the way to receive the goods is slowly being handed over to the housekeeper run."

Yan Yongting nodded in relief: "That's very good."

Rong Kaiji did not forget to mention the Prince Qing's Mansion, and finally asked for advice: "What does Uncle Shi think about this? My nephew really has no idea."

"There is such a thing?" Yan Yongxin was quite surprised, pondered for a long time, and then said cautiously: "Prince Qing has always had a good reputation, and his foundation is far in the northwest. His Highness Ninth Prince is his mother's compatriot. , That's why I asked to go to accompany. Guozijian is a holy place for scholars, and ordinary people dare not even think about it!"

Rong Youtang nodded in agreement, and said frankly: "But it's just what I said at the moment, and the future is still unknown."

Promises are only meaningful if they are fulfilled.

"Prince Qing has already talked about that. He shouldn't be lying. You have to be careful when you go to the palace, and you will be able to become a master if you suffer a lot." Yan Yongxin encouraged him warmly.

Rong Youtang bowed straight down: "I would like to follow the teachings of my uncle."

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Therefore, Rong Youtang started to get up early every day, and rushed to Prince Qing's Mansion to work in the snow. For the first few days, he ate at home before leaving. Later, when King Qing found out, he changed to... rushed to Prince Qing's Mansion for breakfast.

Oh my god!

Rong Youtang picked up a siu mai and ate it slowly. The Ninth Prince used egg custard. When he saw his brother bowed his head to drink the porridge, he quickly made a face at Rong Youtang. Yong.

For the past ten days, the dining table in Prince Qing's Mansion has been such a strange combination!

Halfway through the meal, Guo Da rushed in again, and said happily, "Good morning, everyone, what a coincidence, I haven't eaten yet." He was already seated while speaking.

"Morning cousin." The Ninth Prince greeted.

"Hello Mr. Guo." Rong Youtang also stood up and said hello.

Guo Dale nodded with a chuckle: "Early, early! Good, good! Sit down, sit down quickly, why are you being polite?"

After Zhao Zeyong had finished eating, he slowly wiped his hands with a hot towel, and said leisurely, "I don't know, I thought that the Dingbeihou's mansion withheld Ziyan's breakfast."

... the monkey-like young master Hou Men.

Guo Da hurriedly raised his head from the porridge bowl: "Cousin, I really came here this time!"

"Eat yours, come to my study later." Zhao Zeyong told his cousin first, and after getting up, he said seriously to his younger brother...and his playmates: "You two, don't go to the plum garden to waste flowers today. Son, or read a subset of scriptures and history—"

Zhao Ze'an immediately frowned to show his reluctance, while Rong Youtang exuded the light of "you decide".

"Or, let's go to the stables and have a look at the little red horse." After Zhao Zeyong finished speaking, he went to the study and stopped looking at his brother who gave him a headache... and that clever and eccentric habit of pretending to be obedient The kid named Rong.

Little, little red horse?

Zhao Ze'an was dumbfounded, then ecstatically, slapped his chopsticks, stood up excitedly and shouted: "Really? Is there a little red horse? Where, oh, is it in the stable? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Your Highness Ninth, please sit down and finish eating first, otherwise His Highness will—cough cough." Rong Youtang reminded with a smile.

Zhao Ze'an hurriedly sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and said incoherently: "That's great, that's great! I've wanted to learn how to ride a horse for a long time, but my father wouldn't let me, my mother wouldn't let me, my grandmother wouldn't let me, my uncles and cousins ​​wouldn't let me, nothing at all." Jean! Hey, really, I won’t be angry if I don’t say it sooner.”

Guo Da explained apologetically: "It's not that I won't let you. It's just that you didn't have enough height and strength before, and riding a horse was also dangerous. The little red horse is two and a half years old. It was my cousin who worked hard to find it for you."

"Hmph~" Zhao Ze'an felt proud and satisfied, he buried his head in wolfing down, and wanted to throw away the bowl and chopsticks to see the horse as soon as possible.

It's good to have a brother.

Rong Youtang peeled an egg with emotion.

Guo Da raised his eyes and asked casually, "My house is next door, and it takes me fifteen minutes to walk here. Your house is so far away in Dongcheng, why don't you just live in Prince Qing's Mansion? It saves you from getting up early in the morning."

Rong Youtang replied with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Guo, for your kindness. It's just that my father is always thinking about it. I want to spend more time with him, and even if I don't come to Prince Qing's Mansion, I still get up early and get used to it."

"That's right, he was asked to stay here at first, but he missed his father, so we had to let him go home." The Ninth Prince's helpless appearance made Guo Da laugh.

In fact, as long as King Qing is not around, the three of them can talk a lot, chatting all over the world, which makes Rong Youtang, who is making friends with nobles for the first time, rejoice many times: It's great, I don't have to endure humiliation and pretend to be grandson when I meet these few easy-going people.

After dinner, Guo Da went to King Qing's study, while Zhao Ze'an couldn't wait to drag Rong Youtang to the stable.

After the snow, it was sunny and the sun was warm.

The little red horse stayed in a separate spacious stable. Its hair was clean and shiny, its head was high and its muscles were well-proportioned, its body was graceful, and its big round eyes looked at strangers curiously.

Zhao Ze'an was so happy that he was at a loss what to do, he just smiled when he saw the horse that belonged to him.

"Your Highness has given instructions, this horse is good or bad, but one is that you don't have a deep understanding of its nature, the other is that it is freezing cold, and the third is that His Highness has no foundation. Therefore, His Highness only said that you should get acquainted with the horse first. After the beginning of spring, I will ask a special master to teach you how to ride and shoot."

Zhao Ze'an grinned and "hummed" and said angrily, "He doesn't believe me! Well then, quickly bring the food, and I'll feed it."

A group of people gathered in front of the stables, and Wei Jie was also there. When Rong Youtang saw that the Ninth Prince was busy getting close to Aiju, and there was a special person to guide him, he chatted with Wei Jie.

"The world is really unpredictable!" Wei Jie was very emotional, and said happily: "Now you and I are working together in Prince Qing's Mansion."

"Brother is a martial arts master, a decent general, how can I compare with him?" Rong Youtang laughed and shook his head.

Wei Jie lowered his voice: "Don't underestimate yourself, I believe you can see that His Highness loves his younger brother very much, and strictly censors all strangers who approach His Highness Ninth, so, His Highness Ninth actually has no playmates. Now that you are His Highness It’s only a matter of time before I can stand out—you don’t need to lie to me about which master to be your teacher.”

Speaking of Yueshan Academy, Wei Jie lost his temper afterwards, blaming Rong Youtang for being too introverted and not asking himself for help.

Rong Youtang had no choice but to make amends again, repeatedly saying that it was a last resort. When the two were meeting and muttering, a few sharp calls of birds of prey suddenly came from the north courtyard, which were extremely high-pitched and deafening!

"Ah—" Zhao Ze'an cried out in shock, and the crowd hurriedly rushed over. The guard comforted him, "Don't be surprised, Your Highness Ninth Prince, it was the cry of Hai Dongqing who was raised in the North Courtyard just now, it's all right."

Costin?That's a condor!

Rong Youtang's first reaction was to think.

"It, why did it bark suddenly? It scared me, my horse." Zhao Ze'an said with lingering fear.

Since the Ninth Prince was frightened, the housekeeper quickly rushed to plead guilty, and called the eagle breeder to order him to apologize in person.

This was the first time Rong Youtang saw a person from the northern nomads, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances: the eagle breeder was born extraordinarily tall and strong, with the side of his head completely shaved and the rest of his hair braided and hanging down. He was called during falconry training. In the middle of winter, he wore only a vest on his upper body, and the exposed muscles were bulging and hard.

What a strong man!

Rong Youtang applauded secretly, thinking that if I grow up like that, I won't be easily bullied.Wei Jie, who was next to him, saw that his friend was interested, so he introduced him: "They are from the Tuqi tribe in the north, where everyone knows how to train eagles, and the totem of their tribe is Haidongqing."

"It's amazing!" Rong Youtang was amazed, and continued to stare:

The eagle breeder lowered his eyebrows and looked down, knelt down on one knee, and apologized in blunt Cheng Mandarin. Zhao Ze'an didn't make things difficult for him, but just told him: "You have to take good care of it, don't let Hai Dongqing scare you anymore, go back."

The eagle keeper promised, turned around, strode away with his back to the crowd.

Huh?

It was only then that Rong Youtang saw the back of the falconer's exposed neck and back. There were complicated tattoos on it. I didn't know what the pattern was, so he casually said to Wei Jie: "Brother Wei, that man has a lot of tattoos on his back." I feel pain just looking at it."

Wei Jie nodded: "It definitely hurts. The Tuqi clan stipulates that men must be 13 years old. The Haidongqing on their backs means the same as our 20-year-old crown."

"13 years old is too young to be an adult." Rong Youtang sighed, watching the falconer's back disappear--suddenly, there was a flash of doubt, and he felt something was wrong, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it , thinking for a long time to no avail.

On the other side, Zhao Ze'an happily called him and invited him to admire the cute little red horse. Rong Youtang had no choice but to go there first, but he was always thinking about the eagle breeder.

When he went home for dinner, Father Rong saw that his son was a little out of his mind, not talking and laughing like usual, he immediately became nervous, pretending to be nonchalant and asked: "Tang'er, is everything going well in Prince Qing's Mansion today?"

"Huh? Oh, it's good." Rong Youtang was confused for a moment before answering, which made Rong's father even more worried. Just when he was about to ask, Zhang Ma came in with angelica chicken soup, put down the things but didn't leave, but uneasily Standing, Rong Youtang saw concern and asked: "Mother Zhang, what's the matter?"

"I, that..." Zhang Ma squeezed her apron anxiously, and she said guiltily after a while: "Master, I'm sorry, when I cleaned up the study room this morning, I washed the celadon brush washer, but I was so confused that I didn't pour the water out of it. , and fell outside, Lao Chen saw it just now, but it has been frozen and cracked."

After hearing this, Rong Youtang smiled and said, "I thought it was such a big deal! I always forgot to pour water, and the first few frost cracks were all caused by me, hey~"

Zhang Ma was relieved after being repeatedly relieved, and left with a grateful smile.

"It's just an ordinary pen wash, it will crack if it freezes—" Before Rong Youtang finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open!

I know what's wrong!

Rong Youtang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated:

If a man of the Tuqi ethnic group had to tattoo Hai Dongqing on his back at the age of 13, wouldn't it be impossible for the falconer to stop growing at the age of 13?

As we grow older, bones grow, muscles and skin grow—and tattoos are of a fixed size!Therefore, there will definitely be a certain degree of distortion and discontinuity after adulthood, but Hai Dongqing on the back of the eagle breeder is very calm and stretched!

...Or, they will be trimmed from time to time?

Thinking of this, he began to laugh at himself for being rare and strange.

But in the middle of the night, Rong Youtang suddenly dreamed about the scene where he overheard Zhou Renlin's father and son talking in secret in his previous life: "It's really too difficult to win over, I don't want to be soft or hard!" Rong Youtang heard his brother Zhou Mingjie complain about it as soon as he left.

"To deal with the alpha wolf in the Northwest, head-to-head is not enough. Although the wolf is cunning, it also values ​​affection. Therefore, we must start with the people he cares about, try to provoke him, and then lead the fire to the opponent..." Zhou Renlin said a lot , but did not specify that Rong Youtang was confused and confused at that time.

The dream is still going on, Zhou Mingjie said with a confident smile:

"Father, don't worry, Haidongqing is well-raised, and everything is in the plan, just waiting for the Longevity Day to come!"