Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

——His Highness King Qing treats me so well?

Yes, he treated me really well.But is it that obvious?Even you who have just come to Beiying for a few days can see it?

Rong Youtang was inexplicably guilty, he collected himself, and comforted him with kind words: "Master Zhuo, find some water to wipe your face, let's go to see His Highness King Qing together, I think you would like to explain something."

Zhuo Kai hastily raised his sleeves again, wiped his face indiscriminately, and said seriously: "His Highness Eighth has left, even if I don't explain, I have to report on my duties as usual, let alone something happened. General Guo is not here, so I will go to His Highness King Qing first."

"Okay, let's go." Rong Youtang urged.

They walked side by side, met many acquaintances on the road, looked at the embarrassed Zhuo Kai, everyone was surprised, asked questions with concern, some probably knew, just greeted each other in a hurry, then bowed their heads and left quickly - most of the original intentions I didn't want Zhuo Kai to be embarrassed, but it turned out to be even more embarrassing.

Zhuo Kai thought wildly, almost couldn't raise his head all the way, felt ashamed to gain a foothold in Beiying, and tried his best to maintain calm until he went to the main account to report on his duties.He didn't dare to look directly at King Qing, feeling so ashamed that he stood with his head bowed.

"You want to resign?" Zhao Zeyong frowned.

Zhuo Kai said sadly: "The humble position is incompetent, I have failed your trust, I have not done my job well, I have offended three nobles in a row, and I have made you ashamed in public. Please punish me, Your Highness, I will never dare to stay in Beiying again, and discredit you."

"You are doing a good job, and you are responsible and down-to-earth. The king sees it, so what is the crime?" Zhao Zeyong ordered solemnly: "Raise your head, where is your spirit? It is shameful to hang your head down!"

Zhuo Kai had no choice but to raise his head, but his eyes were still avoiding.

Rong Youtang sorted out the book case, and sorted and coded more than a dozen approved official documents to facilitate distribution.

"A manly man, shrink back when things happen, and want to go home and complain to your parents? It's a waste of the heart of the king!" Zhao Zeyong reprimanded him severely, paused, and then said softly: "I told you to protect the eighth prince. I mean to serve you personally, unexpectedly, you are so dedicated, rushing to do your job, and you don't have the airs of a high-ranking official, this is very rare, very good."

"Your Highness—" Zhuo Kai's tone trembled, and he finally dared to look directly into King Qing's eyes.

"It's your private matter to deal with Lao Qi. As long as you don't bring it into Beiying, I won't ask." Zhao Zeyong pointed out, and then solemnly ordered: "Zhuo Kai, the matter of the Eighth Prince's guard is over, and you still have to do it next." Assist General Guo, let him arrange tasks, go find them quickly, don't waste time, he is short of manpower now."

Zhuo Kai was overjoyed immediately, his black and white eyes were wide open, he leaned his body and poked his head like a dumb cat, knelt down in gratitude, choked up, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking him in. I'll go find General Guo right now!"

"Go."

"Yes!" Zhuo Kai jumped up and walked out happily, and then he heard the sound of rushing steps, waist knife and soft armor colliding, and he was eager and excited.

Rong Youtang said cheerfully: "Master Xiao Zhuo is finally at ease now, I don't know how depressed he was when he came."

"Zhuo Da is not worth mentioning, but Zhuo Er is still good, and a loyal and hard-working person like him is needed everywhere." Zhao Zeyong judged.

"But His Majesty looks very angry, will he lose his fortune?" Rong Youtang was a little worried.

Zhao Zeyong clicked circles on the planning map, and said: "I didn't have an attack on the spot, so I have to find a reason for it in the future. But his father, Zhuo Zhiyang, will be in trouble, and he will probably resign in the near future. The two sons of the Zhuo family ran into his father In the eyes of the emperor, those who are sensible should retire, and they can restore some impressions to some extent. If the emperor and his subjects are together, when the father wants to send Zhuo Kai down in the future, he will think about it."

"Alas, His Highness the Seventh Prince is really—ahem~" Rong Youtang stopped in embarrassment, cleared his throat, and quietly looked at King Qing's expression.

"Lao Qi is such a jerk. Isn't that right?" Zhao Zeyong smiled, not only dismissing it, but also readily agreeing.

Rong Youtang laughed dryly, didn't answer the words, but said heavily in his heart: Yes!

Zhao Zeyong sighed: "I haven't lived together for many years, and the temperament of the brothers, I really can't see through them."

With a thought in his heart, Rong Youtang tentatively asked: "Why did Your Highness say that?"

"I haven't found the actual one yet, it's just emotion." Zhao Zeyong was rarely distressed.

Rong Youtang opened his mouth, but finally closed it tightly, unwilling to get a reputation as a tell-tale.He turned to ask curiously: "Since His Majesty even saw Mr. Zhuo, did he blame Mr. Han? After all, His Highness was injured because of him."

"Naturally, I have to make an apology, otherwise how can he be a stable tutor for half his life." Zhao Zeyong dipped his hand back and dipped his ink, and said casually: "The eighth younger brother wants to open a mansion, and the Han family voluntarily took over the site selection, so he has the right to make an apology."

Rong Youtang was well aware of the clichés in the scene of human affection, and he couldn't help but marvel: "It's not easy to live in the capital, every inch of land is expensive! The Han family is so rich, they have to spend thousands of silver."

"The relatives of the emperor, the scholarly family, the elders of the two dynasties, naturally have a rich foundation." Zhao Zeyong said lightly.

"Your Highness," Rong Youtang couldn't help reminding: "The assassination of His Highness the Ninth Highness last time was found out afterwards on the head of Taifu Han's favorite student. His Majesty was furious and wiped out with iron fists. Being sent down in the palace, and Young Master Xiao Zhuo happened today in Beiying, will Taifu Han remember it on your head? Or vent your anger?"

Zhao Zeyong looked back and saw the young man standing tall and tall behind the table, his eyes were worried and his face was like a crown of jade.

"To tell you the truth," Zhao Zeyong raised his eyebrows, calmly said: "There are a lot of people who hate this king. Among them, most of them in the northwest have been laid down, and those in the capital are waiting to be dealt with. Are you afraid?"

Rong Youtang laughed back without fear, he was young and energetic, determined to move forward, and said with his head held high: "Don't be afraid!"

"Very good, your courage is commendable." Zhao Zeyong nodded in satisfaction and said, "Come here."

Rong Youtang thought that he had something to explain, so he hurriedly bypassed the desk and walked over, leaned forward, and asked with high spirits: "What orders does Your Highness have?"

Zhao Zeyong glanced around, still holding the pen with his right hand, and unexpectedly grasped the back of Rong Youtang's neck with his left hand, lowered his head, his lips were printed on his forehead, and his rough palm touched his cheek.

"Uh~" Rong Youtang was caught off guard and was stunned on the spot. After regaining his senses, his first reaction was to look at the tent door and hurriedly backed away.

"Don't be afraid." Zhao Zeyong comforted: "As long as you don't want to be seen, no one will see it. You must pass on the credit."

"But what if His Majesty comes again?" Rong Youtang was suspicious and unavoidably afraid, for fear that he would be labeled as a "shameless male favorite" by Emperor Chengtian like Zhuo Kai, and then all his hard work would be worthless. In vain, whether studying or running errands, it has all become the reward of King Qing-in fact, although it is also inseparable from King Qing's help, it is different.At least for now, everyone recognizes Rong Youtang's efforts: in the Imperial College, no one pointed at him and called him a "nobility and confinement", but only called him "a eunuch who strives for the limelight and shows off his literary talents"; In the kitchen, everyone I knew would call out "Brother Rong, Xiao Rong" affectionately.

How can a person be shameless and not live up to expectations when he is alive?

"Don't think about it." Zhao Zeyong put down his pen, holding the other's shoulders with both hands, jokingly said: "If one day the father can go straight through the gate of the camp and come here quietly, it means that this king has been abandoned by him. At that time, you remember to pack up your belongings and take the whole family away, so as not to be affected by disaster."

"How do you say that?" Rong Youtang frowned, and said angrily: "If that day really comes, no one can escape! Besides, how can you tell that I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

What a contempt!

Zhao Zeyong smiled happily, his chest was shaking, his sword eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were starry, he pressed the man into the neck, and some black and blue stubble appeared on his chin, which was painful.He sighed and said: "This king believes that he has a clear conscience in his actions, but his opinions are often at odds with his courtiers, and his character can no longer be changed."

Rong Youtang still stood upright, with his head pressed, he summoned up his courage and said: "Your Highness is upright and dedicated to the public and the country. Although you don't get good looks from your colleagues, the people love you."

"What about you? Let the common people?" Zhao Zeyong asked seriously.

Rong Xiaomin was so bold that he struggled hard, his face was slightly red, his eyes were bright, and he said solemnly: "I am just like other common people."

Zhao Zeyong smiled, stopped pursuing, picked up Rong Youtang's hands, lowered his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Did you cook the porridge this morning?"

"Ah."

"A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, but you can cook!" Zhao Zeyong sighed.He put the other's red and swollen hands together in his palms and rubbed them to keep warm.

"I learned from my mother." Rong Youtang reminisced, and then revealed with satisfaction: "My father sometimes goes into the kitchen and works for a long time, cooking for me."

"Which one?" Zhao Zeyong asked casually, he focused on checking each other's swollen fingers.

"What?" Rong Youtang was confused for a moment, then firmly said: "Now dad!"

It's not Zhou Renlin, how could he cook for me!

Zhao Zeyong frowned and asked, "Does your hand have frostbite? Is it itchy?"

Rong Youtang withdrew his hand embarrassingly, moved his ten fingers, and said nonchalantly: "It's not itchy, just a little numb, it will be fine after it warms up and blood returns."

"Did Xiaoba make things difficult for you?" Zhao Zeyong suddenly started another topic.

"He——" Rong Youtang was about to say something, but he held back immediately, smiled in a concealed manner, and said lightly: "I have only met the Eighth Prince and I have no friendship at all, so what is so embarrassing?" "Although there are some small frictions, but they are just trivial matters, not actually making things difficult. If I deliberately bring it up and say it like a complaint, it will appear how narrow-minded I am!This move will definitely be ridiculed by the Eighth Prince as blowing pillows...

Zhao Zeyong pondered for a while, then said in a low voice: "Xiaoba has lived in the deep palace for a long time, this is his first formal experience, there are many shortcomings. If you have any difficulties or have been wronged, just speak out, my king has always helped me Dear. Besides, the emperor arranged him into the northern camp, so he already asked the king to give some instructions."

Having said that, how can I speak?

Like all young people, Rong Youtang wanted to save face and suffer, and he didn't want to ask for protection from others, especially because he didn't want King Qing to feel that he was incompetent, so he insisted that nothing happened.

Zhao Zeyong was helpless, but at the same time felt relieved, and said: "No matter what, you can talk about it. Do you remember?" In his cognition, the other party even called "His Royal Highness King Qing" in his cognition. Those who grow up by themselves are of course their own people, needless to say.

"Hmm." Rong Youtang looked up, looked at the handsome and heroic King Qing with some absentmindedness, and thought: Why are you so kind to me?

"Did you sleep well last night?" Zhao Zeyong lowered his voice very low, looking satisfied that the other party couldn't hear clearly, he automatically approached.

"it is good."

Zhao Zeyong pushed the person in front of the screen where the survey map was hung, and kissed him, finally able to restrain himself a little this time, his lips and tongue were lingering, tender and tender, with a strong sense of appeasement and pity, rather than eager and rough gnawing.

Rong Youtang didn't suffer from hypoxia and suffocation, and he was able to put aside the worldly words and inner fear, but apart from his curiosity, he still couldn't help but glance at the tent door from time to time, for fear that someone would break in.

Zhao Zeyong understood, he embraced the person, his legs bumped against each other, causing him to stagger a few times, he slowly went around behind the screen, pressed on the thick column in the center of the tent, rubbed and pushed hard with his hands.

"Hmm..." Rong Youtang was startled to feel a strange strange feeling in his body, throbbing uneasy, like being ignited by a cluster of fire, burning anxiously and uncomfortably, he didn't know what to do to relieve it, his breathing and heartbeat were abnormal at the same time.

Zhao Zeyong was a little out of control, as if he wanted to rub people into his arms, embed them into flesh and blood, and make two into one!

"Woo... um..." Rong Youtang was pressed tightly, and was sandwiched between King Qing and the log support. Gradually, he had difficulty breathing, and felt uncomfortable due to lack of oxygen. He began to push back unceremoniously, and struggled hard. free.

But this time he didn't rush to run, but looked at King Qing confidently.

"You can't always be like this—" Rong Youtang blurted out, but he didn't have the nerve to say the last two words: Sneak attack!

Well, people didn't scare away.

Zhao Zeyong was in a good mood with his arms around the man, and asked without thinking: "Then what do you want?" As soon as the words came out, he realized that there was ambiguity and lack of respect for others, so he apologized and let go, straightened the other party's hairband, and said : "Sorry, I lost my word."

However, Rong Youtang didn't understand the situation yet, and didn't understand the meaning of the ambiguity at all. He just lowered his head and straightened his robes. He muttered and complained: "Apologizing afterward? It's useless. Next time you should tell me clearly, don't, don't—on a whim." He Awkwardly, he forced out a rhetoric.

"On a whim?" Zhao Zeyong sighed with a smile, shook his head, and said in his heart: There was never a whim, it was all deliberate.

"Isn't it?" Rong Youtang was full of confidence, thinking he was reasonable.

"Yes." Zhao Zeyong seriously agreed.

Rong Youtang was satisfied after hearing this, and smiled.He sternly asked for instructions: "Your Highness, if there is no other order, I want to go home and stay with my father, and come back the day after tomorrow, is that okay?"

Can you?Courtiers have a regular rest.

"Sure." Zhao Zeyong generously agreed.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Rong Youtang walked out happily, quickly packed the bookcase, said goodbye and left after a while.

He didn't even look back.

King Tuliu Qing washed his hands in ice water in the tent, wrung his handkerchief and wiped his face, and then managed to calm down, picked up his pen and continued to deal with official duties.

-

Night·Rong Zhai

"Eat more." Rong Kaiji picked up vegetables frequently, and said distressedly: "It's hard to just take a day off, and the day after tomorrow I have to work continuously for seven or eight days, so I'm so tired and thin!"

As long as his son comes home, Rong Kaiji will personally finalize the dishes and set up a table full, wishing he could feed his son into a fat man in one go!

"Hurry up and eat." Rong Youtang also picked up a pair of chopsticks and ham stewed elbow, satisfied: "It's good to be home!"

"Yes." Rong's father also said with emotion: "Father wants you to be at home, but he doesn't want you to be at home all the time. My son has great ambitions and can't be restrained. I only hope that the Buddha will bless everything safe and smooth."

Rong Youtang hurriedly patted his chest and said: "It's safe, and it's going well!"

"That's good." Father Rong urged proudly and gratifiedly: "Hurry up and eat! You've grown a lot taller again. After eating, you'll need to measure and make two sets of clothes that fit you. You still need basic outfits when you go out. Don't make people laugh at you." .”

"You're right, I just remembered that my pants are too short, and I feel uncomfortable hanging them up." Rong Youtang echoed the situation, knowing that parents like their children to be obedient.

Rong Youtang was really happy, and instructed: "Take a good soak before going to bed, you usually come back late, wash up after finishing your homework, and then go to bed."

"Hey, isn't that right." Rong Youtang has nothing to disagree with as long as it has nothing to do with principles.

Elderly people are a bit nagging, not to mention that his son seldom came home from a week-long break. Rong Kaiji was full of joy and babbled on a lot, about everything, until the end of the meal, after drinking tea and measuring his body for tailoring, He just slapped his forehead, repeatedly annoyed: "Ah, ah! I almost forgot something important!"

"What's the matter?" Rong Youtang asked hurriedly.

Rong Kaiji told in detail: "Your classmate, the one from the Hong family, Leizi! He came to see you last night, and Lao Zhang opened the door for you, please come in, but he was a little shy, and asked if you were not there, so he left two Bao tea and left. This morning he came again, I opened the door, he was a polite child, carrying two boxes of snacks, and asked if you were still not at home, left the snacks and left without even drinking tea A glass."

That guy must be recruiting soldiers for the Northern Camp!Most of them came here secretly without telling the family, really impatient.

Rong Youtang smiled and said, "So it's Leizi."

"It seems that he is very anxious. I don't know why, but he gave him another gift. If you are not tired after getting enough sleep tomorrow, you might as well go shopping and prepare a return gift to Hong's house to ask." Rong Kaiji suggested, and said: " Of course, if you're tired, I'll let Old Li Beili go to Hong's house."

"No! No, no, no!" Rong Youtang hurriedly declined, and said with a smile: "I'll go, it's probably a matter of homework."

Haha, if Shunbo went directly to Hong's house to return the gift, Mrs. Hong would probably have to clean up Leizi again when Madam Hong inquired about it, and later he would blame me for not being tacit and clever enough.Rong Youtang thought with certainty.

So, after taking a bath and drying his hair, Rong Youtang went to bed early, and woke up in the middle of the morning the next day. After breakfast, he brought back the presents prepared at home, and went to the street full of energy.

Leisurely wandering, it is rare to be lazy, walking slowly along the East Street, he has to look at any street vendor, and feel the bustle of the market that he has not seen for a long time.

The Hong family is in Xicheng, where the Beijing government houses gather.

But when Rong Youtang walked to the intersection in the center of the city and approached South Street, he suddenly heard someone shouting from a high place: "Brother Rong, where are you going?"

Are you calling me?I can't hear the sound.

Rong Youtang instinctively stopped, looking around in doubt.

next moment

"Yuko! Here!" Hong Lei leaned out from the window on the second floor of the Sihai Building on South Street opposite the intersection. Next to him was Chen Ji who had met once. Hong Lei waved his hand and greeted happily: "Come on, hurry up!"

Okay, I was looking for you, so I don't have to make up a reason when I go to Hong's house.

Rong Youtang happily went there, crossed the street and walked into the Sihai Building, there are scattered seats in the lobby below, and the private room is on the second floor.There was an enthusiastic Xiao Er who came forward to greet him, Rong Youtang smiled and asked, "Where are you, Young Master Hong from Xicheng?"

Xiaoer replied fluently: "It turns out to be Master Hong's distinguished guest! Master, please come this way, please come with the younger one." As he spoke, he led the way attentively.

"Okay." Rong Youtang followed and climbed up to the second floor, but just as he turned halfway into the corridor, he heard a surprised sentence behind him: "Isn't this Mr. Rong?"

Zhou Minghong!

Rong Youtang immediately frowned, calmed down, adjusted his facial expression, and turned around.

"Young Master Rong, what a coincidence!" Zhou Minghong was full of enthusiasm, striding closer, without asking, he opened his mouth and said: "Today's ten-day break, my brother invited a few friends to have a gathering, and they are all classmates of the Imperial College, or Qingfeng poetry. Seniors of the club. Go! I will introduce you for you, and it is always right to make more good teachers and helpful friends." As he said, he would hand in hand and forcefully pull him away.

Good teacher and helpful friend?You two are here, what a joke!

Rong Youtang avoided quickly, held up the gift box, suppressed his disgust, and said politely and distantly: "I'm sorry, I already have an appointment, Mr. Zhou's kindness, I appreciate it."

"The opportunity is rare!" Zhou Minghong said in a low voice with an expression of "you are a fool", "His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is here too!"

The Seventh Prince is here?

People are divided into groups, what kind of occasion should it be, let alone go!

Rong Youtang flatly declined: "If you really have an appointment, a gentleman must match his words with his deeds, so how can he break the appointment temporarily?"

"You—" Zhou Minghong choked for a moment, and then persuaded:

"Oh, whoever makes the appointment, just make it up in the future! But does the prince see you as soon as he wants?" Zhou Minghong tried his best, and after the lure, he threatened: "Of course, who doesn't know that you are a celebrity in front of His Royal Highness King Qing?" , but don't take His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince seriously."

You despicable villain, you are more difficult than others!It was clearly just a chance encounter, but the Seventh Prince was mentioned as an example.

Rong Youtang was about to refute, when Hong Lei excitedly confessed to a table of friends behind him, he couldn't wait, and came out to greet him, only to see that his brother was about to be called away——

It's unreasonable, it's not bad!

"Youzi!" Hong Lei yelled, ran over and grabbed Rong Youtang's arm, and brought him to the private room, complaining familiarly: "Slowly, brothers, I won't see anyone for a long time! Let's introduce some friends to you Don't worry, it's all easy to get along with."

Zhou Minghong recognized Hong Lei at a glance—it was him!That day, they rushed to show their loyalty in front of His Royal Highness King Qing!

"Excuse me." Rong Youtang nodded to Zhou Minghong, and then followed Hong Lei.

"I was about to go to your house. Here, my father prepared these. He said that you would never enter the Rong's house after passing through." Rong Youtang shook the gift box.

Hong Lei scolded with a smile: "Uncle Rong is being polite, why are you being so polite? You're out of touch—"

"Slow down! Stop!" Zhou Minghong was out of breath after recovering, and ordered quite dissatisfied.

Hong Lei was also very dissatisfied, turned around and reasoned: "You Zi was invited by my brothers, what's the matter with you?"

The doors of the two private rooms were both open, and many people came out to frown.

"Leizi, what are you doing? Hurry up and bring Brother Rong in, the dishes are ready." Seeing that the atmosphere was not friendly, Chen Ji hurriedly brought someone forward to help.

"Brother Chen, we meet again." Rong Youtang took the initiative to say hello.

Chen Ji was very happy: "Brother Rong has a good memory. I was sitting by the window just now, and I accidentally saw that it seemed to be you. When I yelled, it was really you!"

Zhou Minghong immediately launched an attack: "Young Master Rong, didn't you say that you have an appointment first?"

Rong Youtang frowned and asked: "I made an appointment just now, isn't it considered an appointment?"

"You——" Zhou Minghong couldn't maintain his elegant demeanor when he saw that the little boy was so disrespectful to him!Turning his eyes, he threatened: "Your honor invites you, how dare you refuse?"

Hong Lei sneered: "I never beheaded—"

"Leizi!" Rong Youtang knew that the other party was digging a trap again, so he hastily stopped him and said apologetically, "I have to go and sit down, and I'll be the host to invite everyone to drink some other day."

"Why? Don't go!" Hong Lei obviously didn't like seeing Rong Youtang.

Zhou Minghong said proudly: "With the face of the nobleman, who would dare not give it?"

At this time, Zhao Zewu in the private room over there was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore and walked out, followed by a few followers, he angrily scolded Rong Youtang: "You are so arrogant, even my Highness doesn't pay attention to it!" Then he asked again: "Who said just now that you don't want to beheaded? If you have the guts to stand up and say it again! Master Wu will give you a good time, there is no respect, you are looking for death!"

Zhou Minghong immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at Hong Lei: "Your Highness Seventh, it's him."

Rong Youtang glared at Zhou Minghong angrily, he had to smooth things over, and said forbearance: "His Royal Highness, please calm down, Caomin originally wanted to tell his friends and go there—"

"Master Wu is in a bad mood and doesn't want to hear it!" Zhao Zewu looked irritable, angrily, pointed at Hong Lei, and ordered out of anger, "Arrest that kid!"

"Yes." The follower obeyed and wanted to arrest people.

The corridor suddenly became a mess

"Why arrest me?" Hong Lei is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and his friends are also young and passionate, and they are the most loyal.

"You have something to say, don't do it!" Rong Youtang yelled, standing in front of Hong Lei.

At this time, the man in the private room couldn't sit still any longer, he walked out quickly, and asked Zhao Zewu angrily: "Are you going to bully others for such a trivial matter?"

"Brother!" Chen Ji turned around and shouted, "Brother, don't worry about it, go back quickly, I'll deal with them!" Chen Ji turned his head and shouted between punches and kicks.