Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

When Rong Youtang heard the familiar voice, he suddenly turned around——

Mr. Zhuo?He is Chen Ji's elder brother?What's their relationship-

"Ah!" Rong Youtang suddenly screamed in pain. During the scuffle, he was pushed and collided with someone. He was hit in the stomach hard by someone's fist. Immediately, his entire stomach was shrunk into a ball. He bent over to cover it, almost vomiting it out on the spot.

"Yuko, are you alright? Where is the injury?" Hong Lei was far away, unable to return to the rescue in time, anxious and angry, and shouted: "Injury innocent and weak, I will fight with you!"

Chen Ji and the others are all descendants of generals, and they have one thing in common: they don't like reading and hate schools.But he was good at fighting because he practiced martial arts with swords and guns since he was a child, and he was both at the age of newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, full of energy... The corridor was chaotic for a while.

"Brother Rong!" Zhuo Kai, Chen Ji's aunt and cousin, rushed to rescue him.His fist and kick skills passed the strict selection of the inner court guards. In a few strokes, he swung away a group of cross-eyed roosters, and led Rong Youtang, the only one who didn't know martial arts, out of the melee circle from the crowd, shouting: "Stop the fight, the people from the City Commander's Department are here! Do you want to be arrested?"

"Don't, don't fight!" The seventh prince looked at Zhuo Kai dumbfounded, and quickly stopped him, and kicked the nearest follower, guiltily reprimanded: "Master Wu is just joking, who told you to do it? Stop, stop, stop! "

"Brother, they were the ones who provoked you first, and we had no choice but to fight back!" Chen Ji complained angrily, and stood on guard in front of his cousin, separating the seventh prince who was staring stupidly.

"Brother Kai, they bully people too much, they have no way to rule!" Hong Lei blushed and shouted thickly, and the other little cocks also had their necks stuck up, fighting against the enemy with all their tongues, obviously they all knew Zhuo Kai well.

Rong Youtang clutched his stomach, completely surprised: "Master Xiao Zhuo? Why are you?"

"Oh, he's my cousin." Chen Ji introduced without looking back.

"Are you okay?" Zhuo Kai first asked Rong Youtang with concern: "How did you hurt? How does it feel?"

Rong Youtang reluctantly shook his head: "Being punched by someone, it shouldn't be a hindrance, just take it easy. Thank you, Mr. Zhuo, for your righteous rescue."

In fact, as soon as Zhuo Kai heard "Xiao Zhuo", he would reflexively think of the Seventh Prince, so he suggested seriously: "You are my brother's friend, if you don't mind, how about calling me Brother Kai?"

Rong Youtang was kind, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Kai was joking, it's you who don't dislike me for being powerless."

Zhuo Kai comforted him, "There are specialists in art, and a reckless warrior is not as noble as a scholar."

Hong Lei ran over, looked down at Rong Youtang's face, and asked guiltily: "Does it hurt? Well, you must have never been beaten. Go back to my house, I have good medicinal oil at home, rub it for you, two or three days It will be fine."

"Aji, you guys are too reckless." Zhuo Kai is old after all, and he can't just want to vent his anger, he has to help smooth things over, he suppressed his disgust, and ordered in a business-like tone: "Hurry up and report to His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince. Apologize? His Highness the Seventh Prince has a lot of people, please don't be as knowledgeable as a child." After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly and clasped his fists.

"Little, Zhuo Kai——" the seventh prince hurriedly waved his hands, remembering the oath he made yesterday, changed his address abruptly, resentfully, cleared his throat, put on his usual dude style, raised his chin and looked at people with his nostrils, arrogant Said: "Zhuzi is rude, Lord Wu will not care about every detail. It's just that your cousins ​​are too impulsive, and they will strike at the slightest disagreement."

"It's clearly—" Chen Ji hated the Seventh Prince who ruined his cousin's reputation very much, and wanted to speak, but Zhuo Kai covered his mouth with his backhand and pushed him back: "Shut up!" Chen Ji staggered and was steadied by Hong Lei and others , could only swallow his anger, and changed to attacking with eyes.

"Hey, hey hey." The seventh prince put his left hand behind his back, held his head high, raised his right palm lightly to stop him, and tried his best to make a gentle and friendly gesture, and persuaded him pleasantly: "Mr. Zhuo, forget it, forget it, just a child, reckless and willful , I understand. Don't do anything, just reason with him, a gentleman does not use his hands."

Rong Youtang was amazed: Did the Seventh Prince take the wrong medicine today?Still haven't taken medicine?Or was it possessed?

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Brother Rong, how are you hurt? Is there a serious problem? Can I send you to the hospital?" The Seventh Prince walked forward again and asked with concern.It's fine if he doesn't move, but when he moves, he shows his swaggering, neck-and-bellied appearance again, and his words and deeds can't be changed overnight.

Fortunately, he is still him.

Rong Youtang replied as impersonally as possible: "The grassroots are fine, thank you, Your Highness Seventh."

"Oh, oh, that's good." The Seventh Prince was absent-minded, nodded indiscriminately, his soul was not as strong as his appearance, and he had already floated on Zhuo Kai himself--different from the soft and delicate young man who was handsome, tall and straight, never It's best to show a good face and not get it...

Time went back to a few months ago, Zhao Zewu couldn't believe that he would be so useless.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the lingering Xiao Zhuo was replaced by Xiao Zhuo's cousin with a bad face!

Chen Ji did not give in, and insisted on standing up and confronting the licentious and shameless prince bravely.

"Ahem, misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding." Zhao Zewu explained righteously, and he said kindly to Rong Youtang, "Oh, your friends are all gentlemen."

It was really hard for Rong Youtang to laugh, so he could only say dryly: "You are too famous."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant and the waiter are both well-informed and experienced in dealing with the world. They watched from a distance for a while, and after seeing the red-eyed two parties miraculously shook hands, made peace, and had a friendly chat, they went about their business in peace: Hey, it’s here anyway. There was a fight in the corridor, and even a teacup was not dropped, which is very good.

But Zhou Minghong didn't want to shake hands and make peace at all.

do not fight?Don't teach Rong Youtang a lesson?Don't you want to get rid of that Hong Lei who likes to show off and grab credit?

What a joke!

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince!" Zhou Minghong became impatient, walked to Zhao Zewu, and reminded him, "How can Mr. Zhuo have so many cousins? Except for the first one, the rest of them didn't respect you just now! You let him go so lightly." , Mr. Zhuo might think that you—”

Rong Youtang knew at a glance that the other party was playing tricks again, but some people had no brains and were easy to be taken away!So he immediately raised his voice and said: "Young Master Zhou, it was a misunderstanding. His Highness the Seventh Highness has a large number of them, so we have made it clear that we don't care about it. In fact, we didn't know that it was His Highness the Seventh Highness who came here. You just said 'noble person', we misunderstood I thought it was someone I knew, so I just joked a few words. If you make it clear, there will be no misunderstanding. Alas, it is... alas." Rong Youtang was serious, shook his head regretfully, and said earnestly to Zhao Zewu: "Your Majesty the Seventh Prince , you heard the whole process just now, how did Mr. Zhou say that you were there? If the grass people know, they must go to pay their respects no matter what."

Just now Zhou Minghong lowered his voice in a mysterious manner at the beginning, and then raised his voice after the dispute, so everyone could only hear the second half clearly.

"You—" Zhou Minghong couldn't believe it: Why didn't I tell you? !

Hmph, I just want to wrong you!

"Look, Mr. Zhou is in a hurry again." Rong Youtang interrupted just right, persuading him earnestly: "Speak up if you have something to say, scholars are the most polite and reasonable."

"What do you mean? Did I just—" Zhou Minghong asked.

Rong Youtang calmly said: "Look at you, I will treat you with courtesy, and you will become impatient again, which is easy to be misunderstood." He prodded Zhou Minghong one sentence at a time, insisting that it was the other party's fault, Never let up.

Zhou Minghong's eyes were wide open, he was half dead with anger, and his voice was getting louder and louder, it could be said that he was arguing.

"Okay, okay, shut up." Zhao Zewu turned his head impatiently and stopped.

"...Yes." Zhou Minghong was very annoyed, he looked at Rong Youtang who was talking nonsense with his eyes open in disbelief, and thought to himself: How did I offend him?He targeted me like this?

Zhuo Kai hated to glance at Zhou Minghong and the members of Qingfeng Poetry Club, and turned his head to avoid seeing them.

These Yin students of the Imperial College have always attached themselves to the Seventh Prince, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and working for tigers. Zhao Zewu is also a jerk. When he found Zhuo Kai in the palace, he made a lot of publicity among his friends.Therefore, these people couldn't help but look at Zhuo Kai with contempt and disdain.

"Brother, you go in first." Chen Ji urged.

Rong Youtang also persuaded: "Brother Kai, it's okay, the misunderstanding has been resolved, and I believe His Highness the Seventh Prince will make a judgment."

"It's natural." Zhao Zewu agreed.He should have announced that they were going to leave each other, but he opened his mouth several times, but he was still unwilling. He couldn't find a reason to get along, and almost scratched his head in anxiety.

Zhuo Kai was worried about leaving, afraid that the bastards would not care about doing anything, so he could only look at the landscape paintings hanging on the corridor wall, concentrate on it, and automatically filter some people's voices in his ears.

"Do you like this painting?" Zhao Zewu asked while keeping a distance.

Zhuo Kai turned a deaf ear and was extremely depressed.

"Who drew this? It's pretty good." Zhao Zewu spoke again, his tone hard to hide his flattery.Because he had made the oath that "if you keep entangled, you will be worse than pigs and dogs", he was embarrassed and slapped himself the next day. In fact, he regretted running out of Beiying at that time, and regretted his own death.

Zhuo Kai took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted his breath, knowing that he should speak up, and that he should not be angry with the prince, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with thick cotton, and he just couldn't speak.

"Master Xiao Zhuo, it's really big—" Zhou Minghong said with a light smile.

Seeing that the enemy was about to attack again, Rong Youtang hurriedly said, "Look at the signature, it's the masterpiece of Sanhe Sanren."

"Sanhe Sanren?" What the hell?Zhao Zewu wasn't interested at all, but he still put on a face and commented a few words: "That's right, the painting is quite good, and I've fascinated Mr. Zhuo like this." Immediately afterwards, he raised his voice and shouted: "The shopkeeper? The shopkeeper?"

After a few moments, the shopkeeper of the busy restaurant downstairs ran up to him all the way, eagerly answering: "Here we come! What's your order?"

The corner of Rong Youtang's mouth twitched, and he still had the last shred of hope for the Seventh Prince.

However, Zhao Zewu opened his mouth and said richly: "This painting, who are three or three? Brother Rong?"

"Sanhe Sanren." Rong Youtang tensed his face.

"Ah, yes!" Zhao Zewu waved his hand boldly: "You pack up all the paintings of Sanhe Sanren, and make an offer, and Master Wu will buy it!" Give it to Xiaozhuo, he likes to look at it.

Zhuo Kai suddenly changed color, and his muscles tensed.

Although the Seventh Prince didn't say what the intention was this time, everyone understood it.Rong Youtang sympathized with Zhuo Kai very much: He is a son of an important minister, who had a bright future, but unfortunately he was entangled by an idiot dude, and his reputation was ruined.

"Okay! Please follow His Highness's instructions." The shopkeeper was so sophisticated, he had already understood the admiring eyes of the Seventh Prince, and immediately obeyed respectfully.While tearing down the paintings on the wall by himself, he yelled: "Come here, some people, and help clean up the paintings of Sanhe Sanren. Oh, it's rare that there is someone in this store who can win the eyes of His Highness the Seventh Highness. Talking about money is too contemptuous." People, although the villain opened the door to do business, he didn't really get into the eyes of money. Paintings and calligraphy should be given to people who know how to appreciate them, so that they complement each other." The shopkeeper was very flattering, and a string of decent and beautiful words came out .

Zhao Zewu listened to it very well, and nodded frequently, thinking that he was doing the right thing, so he proudly looked at Zhuo Kai——

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Kai couldn't bear it any longer and walked away with a flick of his sleeves. He stepped into the private room and greeted at the same time: "Aji, you all come in, don't disturb His Highness the Seventh Prince's enjoyment of the painting!"

Rong Youtang hurriedly pushed Hong Lei, Chen Ji and others to retreat, thinking: How can we beat the prince?A person is aloof from the moment he is born, and unless he is so bad that the emperor can't protect him, no one can do anything to him.

"Come in, the food is getting cold, brother Kai is waiting." Rong Youtang said, pushing Hong Lei first, and then Hong Lei hooked Chen Ji's neck, in twos and threes, reluctantly dispersed.

"Don't dare to disturb His Highness the Seventh Highness's interest, the grass-roots leave, you continue to enjoy the painting." Rong Youtang bid farewell solemnly, and then prepared to leave.

However, Zhou Minghong was extremely unwilling and angry. In order to save some face, he insulted Rong Youtang in a moderate voice: "Fake, hypocritical! What's the air? You're just a butthole—"

"Shut up! You——" Rong Youtang turned around angrily, just as he opened his mouth, he heard a shout behind him: "Who are you scolding?!"

With a sound of "bang", Zhuo Kai, who has excellent hearing, went back and forth, kicked the door and appeared, furious. He was already entangled by the Seventh Prince and couldn't sleep or eat at all. He was like a frightened bird. I couldn't help being sad and angry, pitying him but not good at words, unable to argue.

Rong Youtang was also angry, and at the same time deeply sorry, hurriedly told in a low voice: "Brother Kai, don't be angry, he is scolding me."

"Don't comfort me." Zhuo Kai shook his head sadly.A man with strong bones, but being despised as a butthole, is really a hundred times more uncomfortable than bleeding from a sword.

Zhao Zewu was humiliated in public by the person he liked, and he was bored at first, embarrassed, but now seeing Zhou Minghong stabbing the basket again and again, he is really in a hurry to take it out!So he raised his hand and slapped him, and with a crisp "slap", he slapped Zhou Minghong to the wall, and said sharply and angrily, "Presumptuous! You have a dirty mouth, what are you talking about? Why don't you tell Xiao, Mr. Zhuo apologizes? I've made you crooked!"

"Your Highness the Seventh—" Zhou Minghong was extremely humiliated, covered his face, and was stunned in disbelief. He was the spoiled second son at home, and his grandfather Ping Nanhou was also very fond of him. The seventh prince, shot out a fierce light of hatred.

However, a mountain is higher than a mountain, and the Seventh Prince is famous for being the most generous.

"You still dare to stare at people? It's against you!" Zhao Zewu got angry and kicked Zhou Minghong in the lower abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhou Minghong clutched his lower abdomen, screamed and fell to the ground, dripping with cold sweat, and blurted out: "Don't deceive people too much, aunt—"

"Bah!" Zhao Zewu was completely enraged, stepped forward and kicked a few more times, and scolded: "Yellow-haired bastard, you dare to bring out the queen to suppress Lord Wu? Auntie is amazing? Tell you, she is not only my aunt, but also my aunt." Mother-in-law, if you have the ability to sue, see who is unlucky, and Master Wu can still lose! Give you face, so you can play with it, who knows that it is so unworthy of praise!"

In front of all his classmates, Zhou Minghong lost all face and screamed again and again. He thought that the Seventh Prince was stupid and easy to be incited, and he wanted to use a knife to kill Hong Lei and Rong Youtang, but he was the one who was beaten in the end!He hugged his head and curled up in the corner, begging for mercy: "Don't hit me, I was wrong, His Royal Highness, please spare me!"

Rong Youtang watched with cold eyes, recalling the helplessness he felt when he was wantonly bullied by Zhou Minghong in Zhou's house when he was young.Every time he was beaten when he was a child, Rong's mother would hold him and cry bitterly, but she never dared to go to the main house to argue.She was full of tenderness, but it was a pity that it didn't work in the right place, she let others rub her up, she didn't even have the heart to resist, she swallowed her tears.

"His Royal Highness, please spare me!" Zhou Minghong dodged in embarrassment, Zhao Zewu chased and beat him, the scene was very funny.

Rong Youtang was in a good mood, and reminded him with concern: "Your Highness the Seventh Highness is wise and fair, but you must be careful, if you injure Young Master Zhou...it will be difficult!"

"Joke, Master Wu is still afraid of him?!" Zhao Zewu panted, thinking that he was letting Zhuo Kai vent his anger, so he didn't dare to be unsatisfied, and chased him with even more effort.

——What is supposed to come will come sooner or later. I have already borrowed the help of His Royal Highness King Qing. The two brothers of the Zhou family have already hinted that they have the right to do it. How can I be manipulated?

Just poke it open, see the trick and dismantle it, it's better than worrying day and night and being threatened by others!Rong Youtang thought desperately, and spared no effort to "shout and cheer" from the sidelines until he was forcibly dragged away by Zhuo Kai and others.

Hey, I retired from the private room, didn't eat or drink - but I was lucky enough to see a famous dish, which was still made by the Seventh Prince: Stir-fried Xiao Zhou's pig's head!

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It was only later that I learned that today was Chen Ji's birthday, and he specially invited his good brothers to a banquet.Rong Youtang apologized repeatedly, and insisted on finding another restaurant to serve as the host to make amends for everyone, sincerely expressing that he was the one who caused the trouble and that everyone was implicated.During the dinner, in order to take care of Zhuo Kai, they tacitly avoided topics related to the Seventh Prince, and never mentioned Beiying, and only talked about anecdotes.

On a rare day of leisure, Rong Youtang went to pay Yan Yongxin a special greeting. After sitting down for a while, he went home to pick up pastries and went to Prince Qing's Mansion to visit the Ninth Prince.

"You haven't seen me for a few days, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ze'an asked curiously.All the scabs from his wound had fallen off, but luckily no scar was left, and the newly grown skin stretched naturally, but the color was different.

"Sugar rose cake and bean paste cake, I showed the doctor, you can eat them." Rong Youtang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've been really busy recently."

Zhao Ze'an said with understanding: "My brother always says that too, I'm used to it."

uh~

"Your hair has grown a lot!" Rong Youtang started another topic.

"Really?" Zhao Ze'an was very happy to hear that, touched his head, and revealed: "The doctor asked me to eat a few spoonfuls of sesame paste every day."

Rong Youtang agreed to join in: "The strange way looks so black and bright!"

Zhao Ze'an was full of joy, smiling, repeatedly called for water to wash his hands, and began to eat pastries. He always had an extra meal in the afternoon.

"This is delicious. I'm tired of white rice cakes and eight-treasure porridge." Zhao Ze'an sighed, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his cheeks were pouty.

"Why didn't Your Highness go out for a stroll? I thought you went to see Chiji again." Rong Youtang asked with a smile.

Chi Ji is the little red horse, which Zhao Ze'an solemnly named for his beloved horse.

"I wanted to go, but the doctor told me to avoid the wind and dust today, so as not to contaminate the wound. In fact, it has grown up long ago, but the color may be like this. After all, I have been burned, and I can't go back to the past." Zhao Ze'an was distressed. Depressed, but pretending not to care.

Rong Youtang felt distressed and relieved: "Not necessarily, the doctor must have a solution. If you persist in applying the medicine, it will work after a long time! I broke my left hand a few years ago, and left a lot of scars at that time, but it has faded a lot now. , the color is normal." Rong Youtang said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the broken bones from that year: only a slight bulge, not too glaring.

"Ahh~" Zhao Ze'an hurriedly took a closer look, and immediately urged: "I have several scar creams, you take them back and wipe them off!"

Rong Youtang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but was very moved, and declined politely: "Thank you. But mine was a few years ago, and it has fully grown, so there is no need to waste good medicine."

One, one, and one small played chess and chatted, talking and laughing, before the sun was setting, Rong Youtang bid farewell and went home.

Because he had just received Emperor Chengtian's visit to the camp, he expressed his basic satisfaction, and allocated some money and food, which made Zhao Zeyong feel much more relaxed, and occasionally he was able to return to the city a little earlier.

In the small garden in the atrium of the palace, Zhao Zeyong and the counselor walked to the study one after the other.

"Agriculture is the foundation of the country. The household tax has only been adjusted two years before, and it cannot be increased to avoid unrest among the people." Zhao Zeyong said in a solemn tone.

"Then you can only move the commercial tax. Among them, the tariff cannot be adjusted at will, and most of the city tax will be changed in the end." Wu Sipeng covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed frequently.

He frowned again and asked, "What do you say, the sick doctor? It hasn't healed for a month."

Wu Sipeng said with an open-minded smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. The doctor is a good doctor, and the medicine is also good medicine. It's just that the old man coughs and coughs, and it doesn't work. It's not easy to get better when he gets sick, cough cough cough."

"It's a good life, Ziyan always talks about you—" Before Zhao Zeyong finished speaking, he suddenly saw Rong Youtang coming out from the opposite corridor, and before he had time to react, he immediately realized that something was wrong with the other party: "Hiss~" Rong Youtang clutched his stomach, walked slowly, frowned deeply, and his face was pale.Although he applied medicine, his injury could not recover immediately. He didn't drink alcohol at noon and only ate half a bowl of porridge, which was barely tolerable.But I drank two cups of hot tea just now, thinking it would warm my stomach, but after drinking it, I felt very uncomfortable: my stomach convulsed and rolled, throbbing pain, and I wanted to vomit.

Zhao Zeyong was very familiar with that demeanor, he was used to seeing it in the army, and he understood it at a glance:

he is injured!

Who hit it? !People in the house?

Zhao Zeyong's face turned cold for a moment, and he quickly walked over, before approaching, he raised his voice and asked, "What's going on? Who beat you?"