Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

Tell King Qing?not tell him?

In other words, what position should I use to report?

After Rong Youtang woke up from the dream, he was very flustered for a while: My God, it turns out that Zhou Renlin and his son were planning King Qing's idea!How do they want to anger King Qing, and how do they use King Qing's anger to suppress their opponents?

If the report is true, then I am not simply a "playmate of the Nine Princes"; if it is a false alarm, I don't know what King Qing will think...

Rong Youtang was so preoccupied, he tossed and turned to spread pancakes until dawn, and when he got up dizzy, he sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and rested his mind, and went to Prince Qing's Mansion. He hurriedly asked with concern: "Master, are you feeling unwell? I don't think you look very well."

Rong Youtang shook his head, staring at the void in the distance, lost in thought for a long time, and finally said firmly: "I have something to do today, I will go home later, Uncle Chen remember to tell my father."

Well, let's talk about it, it's not bad to add trouble to Zhou Renlin and the others.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

If you can take advantage of King Qing's east wind, many things will go smoothly.

The more Rong Youtang thought about it, the more determined he became, and he stepped into the palace with his head held high... However, King Qing went out early in the morning and did not come back until noon. Zhao Ze'an was picked up by Guo Da to visit his grandmother in the afternoon, and Rong Youtang could only wait. .

During the period, the housekeeper dutifully asked a few questions, thinking it was a big deal... Although it was indeed a big deal, it was impossible for Rong Youtang to yell around, so he only presumed that it was an important matter about the Ninth Prince.

Waiting, waiting, didn't sleep well at night, and was sleepy again in the afternoon, Rong Youtang unknowingly lay down on the couch, fell asleep, after a long time, was gently shaken by the servant: "Master Rong? Master Rong? Wake up , Your Highness wants to see you."

"Hmm...!" Rong Youtang got up with a grunt, and opened his eyes to see: Is it dark? !

The servant urged: "Your Highness is in the yard, Young Master Rong, go quickly."

"Okay, I will trouble you to lead the way." Rong Youtang straightened his robe, took a deep breath and went to see Zhao Zeyong.

All the while thinking over and over again what to say when they meet later, Rong Youtang walked to the gate of Prince Qing's Courtyard, and went in after the notification, only to find that he was taken to...the bathroom?

"Your Highness is taking a bath, don't you have something important to report to His Highness Ninth? Go in and talk about it."

"Can--"

"Hurry up, Your Highness is waiting."

Therefore, Rong Youtang had no choice but to knock on the door with his fingers and asked, "Your Highness?"

After a while, two words came out from inside: "Come in."

Rong Youtang pushed the door open, and water mist gushed out of the room. The palace already had geothermal heat, so the room was very warm and humid.He closed the door, turned around and collected himself, and saw that there was a hot spring bath in front of him!According to King Qing's style, it is square and square. On the west side is the red sandalwood inlaid with jade cloud and dragon patterns on the screen of the Twelve Mansions. There is an Arhat couch with high tables and round stools on the side. The whole is grand and elegant.

The water vapor is too strong, and it is so white that it almost wets people's eyelashes.

What about people?

Rong Youtang opened his eyes wide and looked around.

Suddenly, there was a crash in the pool, Rong Youtang hurriedly looked over:

Amid the mist, I saw a tall and tall figure walking towards the screen. Suddenly, a gust of warm wind blew away the mist, and Zhao Zeyong in the field of vision suddenly became clear: broad shoulders and long legs, naked body, thin and fit, with tight muscles , The action is calm and full of power.

Rong Youtang stood by the edge of the bath, holding his breath, feeling palpitations and embarrassment for no reason.

"What's wrong with Xiaojiu?" Zhao Zeyong asked, he had already put on his trousers, put on his underwear, and walked over barefoot.

Rong Youtang subconsciously shook his head.

"It doesn't matter what it is, but it doesn't matter." Zhao Zeyong sat down on the Arhat's couch with a golden sword on his horse, fastened his inner clothes casually, like a majestic lion guarding a calf, and said, "What are you afraid of? Tell me quickly, what about Xiaojiu?" gone?"

Rong Youtang stood far away from the Arhat couch, took a deep breath, and finally said cautiously: "Return to Your Highness, His Highness Ninth is fine, it's not about him."

"Oh?" Zhao Zeyong picked up the teacup on the high table, took a sip slowly, raised his eyes to see the other party's uneasy expression, and asked in a slow tone: "Xiao Jiu is naughty, did he bully you?"

Rong Youtang quickly denied: "No! Your Highness has been treating me very well!" Then he took another deep breath, clenched his fists, and said quickly and clearly: "Your Highness, it's about the sea dongqing in the mansion..."

The statement was relatively long, and Rong Youtang explained his accidental discovery process in as much detail as possible, and finally concluded: "However, all this is my own immature guess, I just heard His Highness Jiu mentioning that Hai Dongqing is a Condor , It's a tribute, so... well, if I don't say it, I will never feel at ease."

The voice fell, and the room was silent for a long time.

Rong Youtang kept bowing his head, worried that his eyes would be wrong - after all, it involved the conspiracy of Zhou Renlin and his son, which was his biggest secret.

As for Zhao Zeyong, since he heard the beginning, his expression changed, his face was as sinking as water, solemn and cold, he was no longer lazy and relaxed after bathing, and he didn't take a sip for a long time while holding a teacup.

King Qing was silent, and Rong Youtang didn't speak again. He lowered his head and carefully counted the milky white square floor tiles under his feet.

After a while, Zhao Zeyong said lightly, "Got it."

Rong Youtang also regained his composure, thinking: Let's see how the Northwest Wolf will deal with the enemy.

"You are caring. You pinched Xiao Jiu when we met for the first time, and coaxed him into a daze." Zhao Zeyong's tone could not hear the joy or anger. He took a sip of tea and asked, "Why did you report it this time? Say what you think."

Careful, precise, and coaxing—hey!If you want to scold me for being obedient...then scold me.

Rong Youtang resentfully pretended not to hear the first part of the sentence, and instead gave the reason he had thought up earlier, the villain said frankly: "I am a common man, but I am fortunate to have the generosity of His Highness and Ninth Highness to help. Reporting, wouldn’t I become an ungrateful person? And, if... ahem, how can I enter the Imperial College to study after the spring—"

"Okay!" Zhao Zeyong frowned and reprimanded lightly, and said angrily: "What I promised you is yours, so what are you worried about! Remember, keep this matter in your heart, and if you want to spread half a word, it's all up to you On! Get down."

Rong Youtang immediately said: "I already forgot, I forgot everything when I said it! Your Highness, then I'm going home." After speaking, he turned around and ran without looking back, as if there was a beast chasing after him.

Zhao Zeyong closed his eyes, too lazy to look at the boy who was skating so fast, then he put the teacup on the high table, got up, put on his robe, and walked quickly to the secret room of the study.

That night, many people in Prince Qing's mansion stayed up all night.

But because Rong Youtang made a major decision, he felt refreshed and slept very soundly.

-

Today is the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the day after tomorrow is Longevity Festival.

Rong Youtang asked for leave, because today is Rong's mother's death day...it almost became his death day too.

The tombs in the western suburbs, the snow cover is less than half of the stele, there is no one in the wilderness, and there are crows screaming one after another in the bare forest.Next to it was a mass grave, wild dogs hurried past with their tails between their legs, their eyes peeking at Rong Youtang gave off a cold light.

Taking off the cloak and putting down the bamboo basket, Rong Youtang took the small shovel and shoveled the snow vigorously, meticulous and obviously sad.

The entire tombstone was exposed, but it was a tablet without words, and the words were engraved on Rong Youtang's heart.

A pot of plum wine, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, emerald shrimp, squirrel fish, lotus leaf chicken.These are Rong Huaijin's favorite foods during his lifetime.

The dead are long gone, and the living are as good as their husbands.

"Mother, I brewed this wine. It's too sweet. What I eat is made by Zhang Ma. It's very good. You should try it." Rong Youtang burned incense, candles and paper, and knelt on the tombstone without saying anything more. In front of her, she silently burned piles of paper money, imagining that the paper money would make the underground Rongmother live a prosperous and leisurely life.

Year after year, Rong Youtang insisted on coming alone.

After burning the paper, he stared at the tombstone in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until the evening when the sky turned overcast that he left in a daze with a bamboo basket.

It was as if the heart had been hollowed out, leaving only a heavy body, swaying back to the city step by step.

As soon as the gates of the city fell, dusk came up, and small merchants and hawkers began to set up their stalls, and the things for eating, drinking and having fun were bustlingly displayed, and the shouting gradually increased.

Rong Youtang walked slowly, his eyes straightened, thinking: What is winter like in the south of the Yangtze River?

I heard from my mother that it will also snow, it is light snow, with blue tiles and white walls, deep ancient alleys, and winter is bitingly cold.But not long after the beginning of the new year, there is a beautiful scene of "the grass grows and the warblers fly to the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke when blowing the embankment".

Passing through Nancheng Street, he returned to Dongcheng.

"Fight up, fight up!"

"Go, let's see the excitement."

"Hahaha, he deserves it! The daughter of Gao Panhou's mansion, who relies on Yue's family for a soft meal, dares to support her concubine!"

"I heard that the outer room is a stunning oiran, hehehe."

"..."

Several idle bastards scrambled to rush over, as excited as if they were going to pick up money.

!

Did Su Yingying act?

The Zhou family is in trouble?

Instantly, Rong Youtang felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, he was full of energy, and ran wildly with the crowd. Not long after, he really arrived at the door of Zhou Renlin's house on Xingyang Street!There were already three floors surrounded by people, Rong Youtang hurriedly tiptoed to look inside: "Let go! You are a wolf-hearted and ungrateful thing!" Yang Ruofang, with disheveled hair and make-up, and a livid face, clung to the carriage, furious He scolded: "Zhou Renlin, are you sorry for me? For my grandfather, parents? For the Pingnanhou Mansion? Well, you, your wings are hardened, you dare to find a woman behind my back, and you even found a prostitute!"

"Yang Ruofang, have you had enough trouble?!" Zhou Renlin's face was as dark as a pot. He hated his wife for always talking about her and her natal family and reminding her husband to remember her kindness day and night!He tugged his wife hard, and ordered: "You can't show your family ugliness, and you want to go back to your mother's house again? You have to think about it!"

"Ahhh——Zhou Renlin!" Yang Ruofang yelled after being dragged, turned around and raised her hand, and slapped across the face with a crisp "slap", her eyes were so dark that she seemed to have been poisoned, she lost her mind and sneered, "Hmph, you love the other when you see one. Playful and affectionate, and now you are ashamed of me for being a bitch, do you still remember your childhood sweetheart, Sister Rong—"

"Mother!" Zhou Mingjie, who covered his face and watched from the sidelines, immediately stopped him, stepped forward quickly, and said with a headache: "Don't do this, there are so many people watching our house! Does it matter if the woman is there or not? Can I pass you?" After speaking, he stared at Su Yingying, who was lying on the ground and weeping tenderly, in disgust.

Su Yingying was lying on the ground on her side. Although her face was red and swollen, her facial features were exquisite and outstanding. She leaned on her elbows, twisted her body into a soft curve, and said charmingly: "It's all my fault, Yingying deserves death. , Your Excellency just pities me for being lonely, if sister wants to blame, blame Yingying."

"Bah! What lowly background do you have? How dare you call her sister? Nanny, what are you still doing?" Yang Ruofang blew over like a gust of wind, and kicked her.She is the daughter of the Hou Mansion and the younger sister from now on. She is used to being domineering and domineering. When she was in her boudoir, she became famous far and wide. To her, disregarding human life is nothing to her. How can she bear this bad breath?

Zhou Renlin saw that his wife was going to beat Su Yingying with the room, and suddenly felt that his dignity as the head of the family was gone. He was so angry that he pulled up his beloved woman and held her tightly behind him, shouting: "Who dares to do it? It's against you!" !"

"You still dare to protect her? How dare you! How dare you!" Yang Ruofang rushed to beat Su Yingying, but Zhou Renlin couldn't bear it anymore and pushed her away. "Father!" Zhou Mingjie yelled. "Son, kill that little bitch for me!" "Mother, calm down and stop making trouble." Zhou Mingjie was terrified, for fear that his mother would reveal the past, and the whole family would tear into each other.

The onlookers have their own supporters, and the onlookers are nervous, eager to help fight together.Holding the bamboo basket, Rong Youtang also stared at it intently, extremely relieved hatred - is there anything more satisfying than seeing the enemy's misfortune?

Until suddenly someone patted him on the back, Rong Youtang turned around in surprise, it was Wei Jie, the other party was full of hesitation and said, "Your Highness told you to come over."

Zhao Zeyong and his party reined in their horses and stopped in the distance, Rong Youtang dawdled past, thinking that I was wearing a cloak and a snow cap to cover my mouth and nose, how did they recognize me?

Could it be tracking?The matter of Costin...is it not good?

Rong Youtang's heart beat like a drum, he stopped, and said bravely: "Your Highness, why did you ask me to come here?"

Zhao Zeyong didn't speak for a while. When he rode past the crowd just now, for some reason, he recognized Rong Youtang, who was standing on tiptoe and stretched his neck to watch the excitement, just by his profile.He looked the boy up and down and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at the excitement—" Rong Youtang blurted out, and then hastily made amends: "Uh, I'm passing by on my way home, so I just took a look."

Brother, stop talking, we all saw it just now!Wei Jie shouted in his heart.

Zhao Zeyong frowned: "Aren't you asking for leave today to worship your ancestors?"

Rong Youtang hurriedly raised the bamboo basket, revealing the incense candle offering: "Go!"

So, when you come back from paying homage to your ancestors, you just happily watch the fun on your back?See oiran?

If the ancestors found out, they would jump out of anger, right?

What a heartless, stupid boy!

Zhao Zeyong shook his head, he had nothing to say, turned his horse's head around, and returned home without saying a word.

"Your Highness—" Rong Youtang was dumbfounded, thinking in a panic: What does Prince Qing mean?What happened to my denunciation on the falconer?

Frightened all night.

After breakfast the next day, when Zhao Ze'an wanted to take Rong Youtang to the stables to visit Aiju, he was forcefully stopped by his master, who said sternly: "Your Highness has ordered that you two must study the "Book of Filial Piety" this morning. Filial piety is the foundation of a person's life."

Rong Youtang: "..."

The author has something to say:

Ninth Prince: I don't miss "The Classic of Filial Piety", I want to see Little Red Horse (╥╯^╰╥)(╥╯^╰╥)

Rong Youtang: Uh... (⊙o⊙)【Guilty Eyes】