Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Rong Youtang raised his head in astonishment, without even thinking about it, he immediately put down his hand covering his stomach, straightened his back, and pretended in vain that nothing had happened.

"Are you still hiding it?!" Zhao Zeyong frowned, his face was as deep as water, and asked with a straight face: "What does it mean to be beaten?" He held the other party's arm and took it to his own yard, turning his head to order : "Speed ​​Doctor!"

"Yes." Wu Sipeng immediately beckoned to the servant who was following him far behind, and conveyed the order.He has been with King Qing for nearly ten years, and he knows him very well. At this moment, he does not dare to be negligent, and he does not say a word.

"Your Highness, I can walk by myself, I can walk by myself." Rong Youtang looked around and twitched his arms with all his might, his stomach hurt and nauseated, until the nausea seemed to overwhelm the pain, he forcibly endured it, his forehead was covered with Cold sweat, pale.

"Humph!" Zhao Zeyong just snorted angrily, instead of letting go, he even exerted more force, holding the other person's shoulders, lifting them, and almost completely carrying him away. The speed was very fast - you don't mind the public's eyes, you can't hug or carry, support It's okay, right?

"Brother Rong, what's wrong with you? Be patient, the doctor will be here soon." Wu Sipeng followed closely, asking with concern.

Rong Youtang looked around in a daze, and was startled to feel that his eyes were turning black and starry, he couldn't see clearly, but he could hear clearly.He admired Wu Sipeng's ingenuity and strategy very much, so he tried his best to force a smile, and replied: "It's just a stomachache. Is Mr. Wu feeling better? I just went to the west courtyard to say hello, but unfortunately I didn't see your face."

Wu Sipeng was over half a hundred years old, his wife died of dystocia, leaving no son and a half daughter, lonely, and lived as a counselor in Prince Qing's mansion.He said kindly: "Thank you for taking the time to remember, it's just because you're not feeling well that you still run all the time, and you often give things away. Is it in severe pain? Stop talking, lest you get caught in the cold wind."

"Yeah." Rong Youtang's face was as white as paper, with golden stars in front of his eyes, his eyes were wide open, and he looked down at the road, but his stomach suddenly suffered from severe cramping, his eyes were white for a while, and then dark for a while, cold sweat broke out, and he gradually listened. I can't hear clearly anymore, the sound seems to be several feet away, and I can't straighten my back anymore, my legs are weak, and I collapse on the ground.But he wasn't in a coma, he was still a little conscious, his eyes were absent-minded, and he didn't turn his eyeballs even when he dabbled with his hands.

"Wake up! Can't you hear me? Where's the doctor?!" Zhao Zeyong hurriedly picked up the man, not knowing how the injury was, raised his voice to ask, and hurried forward.

"Brother Rong? Brother Rong? Your Highness, he has lost his sense of hearing. Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon!" Wu Sipeng approached and pinched Rong Youtang's jaw, but there was no response from the other party.

After a while, the doctor and the apprentice with the medicine box rushed over, because they arrived at Zhao Zeyong's bedroom, they thought it was King Qing who was unwell, so they were so frightened that they stepped into the threshold panting, and were about to salute, but they heard sternly One sentence: "Excuse me! Come for a diagnosis and treatment, is this an internal injury?" Zhao Zeyong urged.

"Yes!"

Alas, His Royal Highness King Qing is furious!

The doctor didn't dare to delay for a moment, and the apprentice didn't dare to breathe. He quickly opened the medicine box, and the master and apprentice were busy.

Zhao Zeyong put the unconscious man on the bed and let him lie on his back with his head propped up with pillows. His outer robe was removed and his inner garment was lifted up, revealing large bruises and purple swellings on his abdomen, which were obviously caused by a heavy blow from an external force. A layer of medicated oil has been applied.

Who did it? !

I don't know how many times King Qing thought angrily, he has always acted vigorously and resolutely, and before entering the courtyard, he ordered his personal guards to secretly investigate Rong Youtang's situation after entering the palace today - at this time, he could not help but suspect that someone in the palace did it .

"How?" Zhao Zeyong asked standing in front of the bed, giving up the position to the doctor, teacher and student.

The experienced old doctor first checked the breathing, heartbeat and pulse, then reached out and rubbed the injured stomach a few times, then opened his eyelids to look, then turned his head respectfully and said: "It should be fine, we have to induce vomiting first. Your Highness, please stay away for now. " Then he ordered his apprentice: "A spittoon." His apprentice immediately turned around and looked for a spittoon.

"Just keep busy, I won't disturb you." Zhao Zeyong stood motionless.

The doctor had no choice but to go with King Qing.He ordered his disciples to assist in half-lifting the wounded——

"My king is here!" Seeing this, Zhao Zeyong insisted on stepping forward to take over the task of the apprentice: he helped Rong Youtang to sit up, put one hand on his shoulders, the other on his chin, and slightly opened his mouth with his thumb and index finger.

The apprentices waited with spittoons in their hands. The three of them cooperated tacitly, with quick hands and feet, and worked quietly without any unnecessary movement.

I saw the doctor find something out of the bottle full of medicine compartments, first carefully read the name of the medicine written on the red paper on the bottle body, and then opened it, and suddenly an indescribable strong irritating smell permeated quickly, the doctor sniffed it. After a few times, after being strictly confirmed, I reached in with a slender silver spoon, dug a small piece, and reminded: "Everyone hold your breath." Then the strange-smelling irritating ointment was delivered to the injured person's nose, and the unconscious person quickly frowned, Instinctively wanted to turn his head, but was firmly held down by King Qing, his brows became more and more wrinkled, his expression painful——

Suddenly there was a "wow", vomiting one after another, the stomach churned and stirred, convulsed and contracted, spit out a lot of tea, mixed with a lot of blood, it was shocking, but there was no undigested food, because he barely drank half a bowl of porridge at noon.

After spitting it out, the apprentice quickly sent out the spittoon.A waiter had already fetched water and twisted the veil and waited for him. King Qing personally took care of the half-conscious Rong Youtang to rinse his mouth and wipe his face.

"How is the injury?" Zhao Zeyong asked in a low voice.He laid the limp person on his back, the feeling in his heart was unspeakable, he turned his head and closed his eyes forcefully, slowly adjusted his breath to suppress his anger, and smoothed Rong Youtang's sweaty and messy hair strand by strand .

"The trauma caused bleeding in the stomach, but it's not too serious, otherwise it's time to vomit blood." The doctor said slowly, and seized the opportunity to test the school's proud apprentice: "Please explain to Your Highness, why the wounded fell into a coma and vomited?"

"Yes." The apprentice first bowed his head to the master respectfully and gratefully, and then carefully said: "Reporting to Your Highness: The injured person drank a lot of hot tea, which stimulated the stomach injury, and forcibly endured the desire to vomit for a long time, causing the stomach to twitch and stir , aggravated the injury, so he was in a coma due to severe pain, and he calmed down after he was induced to vomit. He was hit by an external force and caused light stomach bleeding. , alcohol, avoid raw, cold, hard, hot, spicy and stimulating, it is advisable to eat less and more meals, mainly with easy-to-digest foods, supplemented with stomach-nourishing decoctions."

"That's right." The doctor nodded in satisfaction after hearing this, and added: "His Royal Highness, to heal his wound, the old man guessed that the wounded person should wear a knuckle. Here, look at the bulge, it is especially bruised and purple, and it should be visible in three to five days. It's more obvious, fortunately it's colder and wears more clothes, otherwise it wouldn't be vomiting blood."

Knuckles are iron fist clasps. When held in the hand, the power of the attack is doubled.

"I see." Zhao Zeyong sat on the edge of the bed, reapplied the medicine, and then helped to get dressed and covered the quilt up to his chin.His face was ashen, and he said incredulously: "Beating up a frail scholar, you still use the finger tiger?"

The doctor said with relief: "Your Highness, calm down, the other party is probably a bastard, but if you really have some skill, who dares to use knuckles casually? If you hit a vital point, you will pay for your life."

"When did he wake up?" Zhao Zeyong put his palm on Rong Youtang's forehead, didn't move, didn't press it down, and hung with his strength, staring steadily.

"The internal organs are suffering, and they are out of strength. I guess I will wake up at night. Don't worry too much. Take care of it and it will return to normal." The doctor saw King Qing's words and deeds, but he just didn't know.

"Go down and decoct the medicine." Zhao Zeyong urged, and ordered: "Ask the housekeeper to find an ordinary reason, and send someone to send a letter to Father Rong. Also, don't make a fuss." To avoid fear and worry in his heart.

The doctor bowed and bowed his head: "Yes." Then he took his disciples away.

There are only two people left in the room.

Zhao Zeyong guarded silently, and after a while, he sighed: Who did it?What kind of hatred is there?I want to hurt you like this!

Soon, Zhao Zeyong adjusted his mood and ordered the servants to take care of him. He walked to the study with a cold face and listened to the report from the personal guard who came back from the spy.

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When Rong Youtang woke up, it was already dark.

This is... His Highness's bedroom? !

Terrified, Rong Youtang quickly lifted the quilt, wanted to get out of bed, and accidentally touched the stomach wound, he instinctively stretched out his hand to cover it, touched it, and found that he could bear it, and he was sober, so he felt much more at ease.He bent down slightly, and just reached out to grab his boots, but saw two servants trotting in from outside, one of them was carrying medicine, the other was holding warm water and a small gargle.

"Master Rong, don't get out of bed!"

"How are you? Do you feel better?"

The waiters put the things on the table, pushed Rong Youtang back involuntarily, and took two pillows for him to sit on.

"I think it's fine. It's nothing serious. You don't need to lie down. This is His Highness's... It's against the rules!" Rong Youtang was a little flustered, very embarrassed, and quietly observed the expression of the familiar waiter—it's okay, it's okay!They showed no signs of contempt or disgust.

"That's right." The acquainted waiter with a round face said with a smile: "This is exactly what His Highness ordered, and he asked you to take good care of it."

"The steward has sent someone to your residence to upload a letter, just rest assured."

"Come on, drink the medicine first, the temperature is just right." The round-faced waiter reminded: "The doctor told you that you should pay more attention to your diet during the recovery period: you can't touch any tea or wine, avoid raw, cold, hard, hot, spicy and irritating, and always eat carefully." It will take more than half a month to get better."

Rong Youtang hurriedly thanked him, took the medicinal juice, and was about to pour it down with his neck raised, but heard: "Hey! Slow down, it will irritate the stomach." So Rong Youtang had to follow the doctor's advice, slow down, One bite at a time, "taste" the bitter medicine.After drinking and rinsing his mouth, he wiped his face with hot water, and when washing his hands, he asked nervously, "Where's Your Highness?" Was he angry?

"Just came back from the palace not long ago. In the study."

"Busy?"

"I don't know." The waiter apologized, "You know, His Highness's study and the garden are all restricted areas. Do you—"

Rong Youtang was thoughtful, and declined politely: "No need! Thank you. Your Highness is busy with official duties, so don't bother me."

However, the slender-faced servant said: "The guard should have reported it when he heard the news. His Highness has orders. How do you feel about your body? Do you need to ask the doctor to come and see?"

"It's not too much discomfort, don't bother to call the doctor." Rong Youtang shook his head.

"Then sit down for a while, don't lie down in a hurry, I'll go and get the rice porridge in the kitchen." After busying around in the room, the two servants left temporarily.

This is King Qing's bedroom.All the furniture is made of nanmu or red sandalwood, thick and luxurious, without any complicated and extravagant decorations and colors.The inner and outer rooms are separated by half-wall screens, and plain-colored curtains are hung, and the bed curtains and bedding are also plain-colored.

Clean and cold, highly in line with the temperament of the owner.

Rong Youtang had only entered the outer room a few times before, and had been consciously avoiding it, but now he was lying under the covers!

Zhao Zeyong refused to use incense, and preferred to open windows to let in air, even in midwinter weather.His bedding was very warm, with his smell inside and out, clean and fresh.The bed was very wide, enough for Rong Youtang to roll over several times in a row.

This ubiquitous unique smell made Rong Youtang feel restless!Inexplicable embarrassment, heart palpitations, reddish ears.As soon as he saw the servants leaving, he immediately threw off the quilt, put on his boots and went to the ground, found his coat on the smoke cage, put it on in a hurry, went out, and opened the door to--

"Young Master Rong, what do you need?" Zuo Yi asked kindly and politely as there were two iron towers standing at the door.

"Brother, I have something urgent to report, and I want to go to the study to see His Highness." Rong Youtang said in a daze.

"I have already reported to you just now. Your Highness will come when you are done with your work. Please rest at ease." Seeing that Rong Youtang was about to speak, the strong man in the iron tower immediately bowed his head and added earnestly: "Your Highness has orders, The doctor has a doctor's order, we just follow the order, you—"

"Okay, I understand, let's go in and wait!" Before finishing listening, Rong Youtang felt guilty and introspective: Hey, follow orders, what's the point of tossing about as an errand?embarrassing.

However, why does His Highness ask people to watch?I don't run away.

Did he find any clues about my true identity?

Rong Youtang sat on the round stool in the outer room, wondering, restless, and uncontrollably thinking wildly—before intimate contact occurred, he often carefully planned how to explain after being exposed, and how to keep his family safe... But now , but he was perplexed.

Your Highness has always treated me well, but I kept it from him.Although it is a personal background, and I have no intention of harming it, but it is not appropriate after all.Once the incident happens, there is no way to argue.

Alas, I am in a cocoon!

Rong Youtang smiled wryly again and again, it was hard to imagine King Qing's anger when he learned the truth.

I don't know how long he was lost in thought, when he suddenly heard the sound of "See Your Highness" coming from outside the door, he came back to his senses, stood up hurriedly.

Zhao Zeyong pushed the door open and came in, covered in ice-cold snow, frowned and asked, "Why did you get up? Go back and lie down."

"Your Highness, I'm fine." Rong Youtang vaguely remembered that he had vomited in embarrassment, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed, so he apologized: "Please trouble Your Highness for taking care of me, it's filthy—"

"What's that? I have stayed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When I was marching and fighting, I often didn't bathe or change clothes for ten and a half months. Do you think this king is sloppy?" Wash your hands first, this is a habit that you have developed since you first went to battle to kill the enemy.

"Of course not!" Rong Youtang immediately shook his head, admiringly said: "You have no choice but to fight against foreign enemies, fighting is more important than anything else."

Zhao Zeyong smiled, wiped his hands, took off his coat and hung it up, turned around and approached him, picked him up easily, and strode inward.

"Your Highness—" Rong Youtang instinctively hooked the opponent's shoulders to stabilize him, then let go, his whole body tensed up, his embarrassment couldn't be further increased, and he whispered urgently: "I'll go by myself!"

Zhao Zeyong turned a deaf ear to it, and as he walked, his hand suddenly let go——

"Ah!" Rong Youtang hastily stretched out his hands to hook them, and pressed against each other.

"Your Highness!" Rong Youtang became a little annoyed.

However, Zhao Zeyong let out a low laugh in joy, his mood was greatly relieved, he hugged him firmly again, put him back on the bed, and tucked him into the quilt.He sat on the edge of the bed with a stern face, feigning anger and said: "You are so talented, you dare to participate in a crowd fight!"

"You know?" Rong Youtang wanted to sit up, but his chest was firmly pressed by a big palm.

"You'll know as soon as you check." Zhao Zeyong said displeased: "You are only allowed to leave for one day, and then come back injured."

Don't you give me a rest in the future? !

Rong Youtang was keenly aware of King Qing's intentions, and quickly explained sincerely: "You have investigated everything, and it is clearly not our fault, yes, yes—a misunderstanding." He changed his words bluntly, and almost said directly: It was the Seventh Prince and the others wrong.

"Lao Qi said the same thing, you guys have a tacit understanding." Zhao Zeyong said with a grimace: "You still haven't told the truth?"

"This, this is the truth." Rong Youtang felt guilty and dumbfounded.

Zhao Zeyong nodded, very serious, and said majesticly: "Remember your punishment first, and punish after you recover."

Rong Youtang was at a loss, he didn't know what was wrong, but he knew it was not appropriate to contradict him at this time, so he could only bite the bullet and agree first.

"The person who injured you is Tang Qi, a native of Luhua, Xiang Province. Five years ago, he wounded someone in his hometown after drinking. The city office is in charge of the trial."

"But--"

"Don't worry." Zhao Zeyong comprehended, and comforted him: "It's not a gathering to fight, it's to catch the criminals in the old case."

Rong Youtang breathed a sigh of relief, surprised and moved, and said guiltily: "Master Taixing has mobilized everyone! It's too troublesome!"

"Besides," Zhao Zeyong frowned, held the other party's hand, took a deep breath, and said with rare annoyance: "The old seven is a fool! He doesn't know people well, and he makes friends with people with ulterior motives. He is often instigated and led away. Hurry up!" I have achieved the crown, but I have achieved nothing, my reputation is notorious, and I don’t want to learn well, this king is really—” Zhao Zeyong reluctantly stopped, holding back his anger.

Rong Youtang sympathized and relieved: "It is hard to change one's temperament. Even His Majesty has nothing to do, so what can you do? His Highness the Seventh is so old, you can't teach him like you did to His Highness the Ninth."

"The sixth brother and the seventh brother are twin dragon sons. When they were born, the whole country attracted attention. The emperor was overjoyed and pardoned the world. At that time, the emperor's grandmother was still alive and loved her very much. She hugged her and raised her for several years." Zhao Zeyong said with a headache. : "Perhaps it's because of doting, the sixth brother is okay, but the seventh brother is outrageous! Because he was raised by the emperor's grandmother with kindness, even the emperor can't severely reprimand him."

It turned out to be the case.

Since ancient times, filial piety is greater than the sky. Even the emperor must be filial and reverent. Otherwise, the officials will have something to say, and the history books will record it and leave a name for thousands of years.

"But he must not be allowed to act recklessly!" Zhao Zeyong had a tough attitude and told: "Not long after this king came back from the palace, Lao Qi was ordered by his father to confine his feet to the Hall of Prayers for three months. Introspect with a clear heart."

Very good!It is certain that you will not see the Seventh Prince for at least three months!

Rong Youtang reluctantly suppressed his gloat, and asked: "The Taizu knows the precepts, but the Hall of Prayer?"

"It's next to the burnt Qiyuan Hall, as you have seen. The Qiyuan Hall is used to chant scriptures and pray for blessings, and the Qixian Hall stores various books written by previous emperors to future generations."

Rong Youtang nodded humbly.

"Don't worry, in the future, this king will beat Lao Qi from time to time." Zhao Zeyong did not forget to mention: "It's late today, and Zhou Minghong—"

"Don't touch him! Leave it to me!" Rong Youtang reacted fiercely, extremely resolute, and said forcefully: "I will deal with him myself!"

My enemy, I clean up myself!

Zhao Zeyong raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but more admiring.He nodded, and said: "Okay, keep him and practice for you. But pay attention to safety, don't put yourself in danger, and ask for help when necessary."

"Yes." Rong Youtang breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed:

A blessing in disguise.From now on, I can deal with the Zhou family in an open and aboveboard manner, Your Highness promises not to intervene, and do whatever I like!

Shu Xin was delighted, a smile appeared on his face.

"So happy?" Zhao Zeyong reached out and stroked the other person's forehead.

Rong Youtang nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again, and asked solemnly: "Is there?"

"Have."

Look at each other for a moment

Rong Youtang couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed again.

"If you encounter a fight again in the future, stay away, so as not to be beaten all the time." Zhao Zeyong also spoke with a smile.

After lying down and sitting, chatting for a long while, the waiter brought food and begged to see him, Zhao Zeyong ordered to bring it in, and Rong Youtang insisted on getting out of bed and going to the outside room.

"Master Rong, you can only drink porridge these days." The waiter put light porridge with yam and minced meat on the table.

"Okay." Rong Youtang asked with concern: "Has Your Highness eaten dinner?"

Zhao Zeyong shook his head and ordered: "Bring it here, and put it here too."

"Yes."

So, at a round table, the two sat opposite each other, Rong Youtang drank porridge, Zhao Zeyong ate, they were very harmonious.

We are like a family... Rong Youtang had such an illusion in a trance, but then he gave up the idea and scolded himself: It will never be possible!

After dinner, Rong Youtang was a little at a loss, and after sitting around for a while, he asked for instructions to go back to the guest room.

Zhao Zeyong seriously questioned: "Such a big room can't accommodate you?"

This, is this an intolerable question?

"But I'm used to sleeping in the guest bedroom, and there are a few books to read there... It shouldn't affect your rest!" Rong Youtang continued to argue, arguing with reason.

"Indeed." Zhao Zeyong nodded in agreement: "If you stay here, you won't have to sleep all night." After all, people have emotions and desires.

"That's right." Rong Youtang also agreed and answered, explaining: "I sleep very badly, and I have rubbed bruises on my body, and my clothes are smelly, and the clean bedding is also smelly." At the end , he was very embarrassed.

"You—" Zhao Zeyong raised his throat in one breath, settled down, and finally said nothing.

Before meeting this king, he should be very respectful of etiquette and rules. He was almost 17 years old when he first passed away, and his adoptive father was also a eunuch, so he was very strict with him, and he probably didn't teach that aspect at all.

Very nice.

Zhao Zeyong stared with emotion, feeling pity in his heart.

"Your Highness, shall I go?" Rong Youtang stood up.

Zhao Zeyong gently reminded: "Don't you think your clothes are smelly? It's still early, go to the Tangchi to wash."

Rong Youtang lowered his head and smelled the smell of spicy bruise oil and sweat, and immediately frowned, feeling a little moved.

"What?" Zhao Zeyong approached, and asked in a low voice, "I don't dare? I will accompany you?"