Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"How could it be possible to fall in anger?" Zhao Zeyong laughed like a drunk person was talking nonsense.

"Yes, it's possible, because I'm not a good person." Rong Youtang was so drunk that he stammered and emphasized: "Remember, divide, divide into batches!"

Zhao Zeyong nodded briskly: "Yes. According to you, you can divide as many batches as you want."

Rong Youtang became anxious: "I didn't dig it, it was you!"

"You want me to dig it myself?" Zhao Zeyong smiled, in a great mood, and readily agreed: "Okay. It's not too difficult to think about, but when will it happen? Remember to remind me of this."

Rong Youtang nodded solemnly: "Okay."

"Let's go, go back." Zhao Zeyong guided Rong Youtang back to the house, and looked sideways at the people around him from time to time - Ai Wuji Wu, even the hair that was messed up by flowers and branches was interesting.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing in the garden, Rong Youtang's forehead was swollen and painful, he stood unsteadily, his chest was tight and uncomfortable, he felt dizzy, and he just wanted to lie down.

"If you can't drink, don't try to be brave. How can you drink like this?" Zhao Zeyong feigned anger and reprimanded him. He embraced with one hand, walked around the screen, opened the curtain, and put the person in his arms on the bed.

Rong Youtang's breath was full of the smell of alcohol, he couldn't help panting while lying down, his hands were spread out, his ears were buzzing, like flying through the clouds, his whole body was drifting and flickering, and he couldn't touch the ground.

"Your Highness?" Rong Youtang frowned.

"Huh?" Zhao Zeyong sat on the edge of the bed, helped remove his coat, took off his boots in a rough way, moved the person in the middle of the bed, covered him with the quilt, and was about to go out and twist a veil——

"Your Highness!" Rong Youtang's hands and feet were weak, he pushed the quilt away with a little effort, and raised his hand, obviously to persuade him to stay.

Zhao Zeyong couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice: "Lie down and don't move." He quickly went to the outside room, and when he came back after twisting the wet veil, he saw Rong Youtang already sitting on the bed, lifting the quilt as if he was about to get out of bed.

"Didn't I tell you to lie down?" Zhao Zeyong sat down on the edge of the bed with a sullen face, and wrapped his right hand around the other's shoulder. His hands were long, and the palm of his hand could fix the other's cheek by the way.Holding the handkerchief in his left hand, he wiped his face carefully, from forehead to chin, without missing a single thing.

Rong Youtang stared blankly, without blinking his eyes.

No matter what His Highness does, he is always so conscientious, strict and careful - so, when he finds out that I have concealed my identity from the beginning and approached with ulterior motives, one can imagine his anger.

"What's going on with those thorny heads?" Zhao Zeyong looked at it repeatedly, and was satisfied with the result of wiping his face, then began to wipe his hands, and asked with a frown, "It's just that the recruited soldiers were selected, so they put out a lot of wine?"

"Stab, stab head?"

"Hong Lei."

"Oh~"

Rong Youtang was dizzy and had tinnitus. He tried his best to hear clearly and tried hard to think for a long while before explaining inconsequentially: "Leizi's family is similar to mine. His grandfather and father were heroes who died for the country. He is the only son. There are mother and elder sister in the family. He was forced to study in the Imperial College, but that was not his ambition. Hey, fortunately, there is Beiying, and my aunt finally compromised. Although, although—” Rong Youtang panted, and after taking a breath, he spoke fluently, and smiled wryly : "Although Leizi is still a soldier, he worked hard to get it. Auntie is very happy, whether his son is a soldier or a general. Besides, joining the army is always risky. Who knows when the war will happen? Who knows How about your relatives and friends when you became a general? Simply drink today and get drunk today, and worry about tomorrow.”

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Zhao Zeyong took advantage of the nagging drunk, pretending to be angry, and said: "Drinking like this, is it reasonable for you?"

"Hmph." Not to be outdone, Rong Youtang hummed slowly.He gradually refused to sit quietly and began to snatch the handkerchief, and said solemnly: "How dare you bother Your Highness? It really broke me."

"Sit down." Zhao Zeyong easily pulled back the handkerchief, and could not help but grab his left hand to wipe it.

But Rong Youtang added to the chaos in every possible way, from chatter to restlessness.

"Are you moving again?" Zhao Zeyong raised his final voice.

This is a sign of danger.

If it was normal, Rong Youtang would immediately "know the current affairs and be a hero" in a roundabout and tactful manner.

But tonight, the wine makes the scholar bold.

Or rather, drunk.

"Hmph." Instead of restraining himself, Rong Youtang gave a provocative "hum". He even grabbed King Qing's shoulder and tried his best to snatch the handkerchief, as if he would never give up.

Outrageous!

Zhao Zeyong took a deep breath, loosened the veil, let the other party get his wish, and then couldn't bear it, he threw him on the bed, pressed down, pressed his wrist, and firmly subdued him through half of the quilt, and then confronted each other See.

There is no lamp in the room, and the candlelight in the study outside penetrates the curtain, leaving only a faint dim light.

Rong Youtang was unable to move under the heavy weight of his body, and struggled uncomfortably.

"You move again?" Zhao Zeyong's voice was low and hoarse.

"I, I didn't move." In the face of the powerful coercion, Rong Youtang's drunken rationality finally recovered a little bit, and he discussed in a good voice: "At most, I will return the handkerchief to you, can you let go first?"

"Humph!"

Rong Youtang finally stopped moaning, he stared blankly at King Qing who was close in front of him, and said, "I can't breathe."

"Do you still dare to make trouble?" Zhao Zeyong asked, propping up his upper body with his elbows, and loosened the restraint on his wrists.

There was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, and it was as if King Qing was bullying someone.So, except in some special circumstances, he never used force.

"Don't dare anymore." Rong Youtang shook his head, after a lot of tossing, his neckline became even more skewed, his clothes were messy, and his waist was covered with a quilt.

Zhao Zeyong's jaw was tense, his whole body was tense, he tried his best to restrain himself, and admitted helplessly: the king made a mistake, and now he is in a dilemma.

"Your Highness." Rong Youtang suddenly hooked King Qing's shoulders and pulled down like a ghost, boldly.

"You—" Zhao Zeyong was shocked, quickly stabilized his figure, and asked through gritted teeth, "Are you drunk or awake?"

Rong Youtang was drunk and paralyzed, but also ecstasy, his eyes were bright, his eyes were hazy, he dragged down hard to no avail, he was a little angry, he simply stretched out his arms to hook King Qing's neck, and for the first time he took the initiative to meet him, and the kiss fell on him. The other party's chin, and then complained: "The stubble is too hard——"

Before the words fell, Zhao Zeyong suddenly turned over and pressed tightly, propped up his elbows slightly, held the other's cheek in his palm, and kissed viciously, biting and crushing roughly, his lips and teeth attacked and stirred wantonly, making ambiguous water sounds and panting during the entanglement .

"Hmm -" Rong Youtang only groaned halfway, and then he was tightly blocked, the tip of his nose was rubbed and bumped intimately, his lips and tongue soon became numb, and a secret pleasure arose amidst the tingling pain.He gradually couldn't breathe, but still hugged the other's broad back tightly, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his eyes were red and moist, as if he was crying.

Zhao Zeyong couldn't control himself, he stroked and rubbed his rough palms heavily, and reached into his belt.

"Ah—" Rong Youtang trembled uncontrollably, and just as he screamed out, King Qing covered his mouth: "Don't shout!"

Rong's house is not big, and in the dead of night, it is very likely that outsiders will hear about it. King Qing is fine, but Rong Youtang's reputation will be ruined.

Zhao Zeyong gasped violently, his chest rose and fell sharply, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away.

"Woo..." In fact, Rong Youtang was accidentally covered with his nose and mouth by King Qing's palm, suffocating due to lack of oxygen, struggling desperately, making no sound.

"You move again——sorry." Zhao Zeyong blinked, before the threat was over, he let go of his hand and stroked the other's cheek in apology: "Bored?"

Rong Youtang breathed heavily, and slowly let go of King Qing's shoulders, feeling lost.

"Are you sober?" Zhao Zeyong turned over and sat up, with bright eyes and a smile on his face.

Rong Youtang stared at each other quietly, without saying a word, for a long while, sighed softly, closed his eyes contentedly, in just a moment, his breathing was steady and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.

this kid...

Zhao Zeyong had no choice but to talk about himself, but the other party was already drunk and fell asleep.He helped to fasten his clothes, raised the quilt, lowered the curtains, calmed down and meditated for a long time, and then suppressed the surge of energy and blood, and returned to the palace.

next morning

After today's rest, tomorrow morning I will have to run to both ends of the Northern Camp of the Imperial College.

Rong Youtang was sober from a hangover, with a splitting headache, dizziness and nausea, halfway up when he got up and then lay down in pain, wishing someone would knock him unconscious with a wooden stick immediately.

"Tang'er, do you have a headache?" Rong Kaiji didn't drink much, but he was overwhelmed with alcohol, so he recovered after a solid sleep.After he was reading a book outside and heard the movement, he came in with warm hangover soup upon hearing the news.

"Father, I'm so dizzy, I'm about to die." Rong Youtang not only frowned, but even his facial features were wrinkled with discomfort.

"Nonsense! Hurry up, drink this first, soothe your nerves and warm your stomach." Rong Kaiji helped his son up and took good care of him, while chattering along the way: "You young people just lack self-control, and you are all drunk Drunk! Leizi and the others are probably even more drunk, they fell asleep when the banquet was over last night."

Rong Youtang leaned back, drank the hangover soup slowly, suppressed the desire to vomit, and nodded indiscriminately: "Yes, you are right."

"I really didn't expect that His Royal Highness Prince Qing came to visit last night. Unfortunately, I was very drunk. I wanted to remember to help entertain, but unfortunately I couldn't." Rong Kaiji apologized and asked with concern: "Is there anything important?"

Rong Youtang felt uncomfortable all over, his thoughts were confused, and he wanted to fall asleep, so he said weakly: "It's nothing, just ask a few words, His Highness will go back after asking."

Sigh, by the way, when did His Highness leave?Why am I completely unimpressed?

"I heard from old Zhang, Your Highness likes the green plum wine you brewed very much? Did you go to the garden to see it?" Rong Kaiji asked enthusiastically, full of pride and comfort for his son.

Rong Youtang avoided the seriousness, nodded and said: "It's owed. Didn't I go out with the wine last time, and accidentally ran into Xingda who dropped the wine? Now I specially make it up, so as not to break my promise."

"Don't mention Xingda!" Rong Kaiji's smiling face disappeared without a trace, and he said angrily, "He made a scandal in his own family and maliciously falsely accused our family! Mr. Liu thinks that he was indeed deceived by his mother and wife, and he also thinks about it." The four young children were deliberately punished lightly, and released after being reprimanded and reprimanded—who knows that his character will not change, he has no money to drink, but he does not raise his children well, swearing, pointing and cursing all day long!"

Rong Youtang suddenly became sober, and gradually able to think, he hurriedly asked: "Did he insult you? I think his four children are so pitiful that they have no one to take care of them, so they didn't pursue the crime of false accusation. He still accuses Sang and scolds Huai? I don't know." Anyway!"

"Hey, it's really nothing." After Rong Kaiji finished speaking, he regretted it. He was worried that it would affect his son's preparation for the exam, so he pretended to be indifferent: "There are inevitable quarrels between neighbors. Xingda can't change it in this life. I'm too lazy. Pay attention to drunkards and fools, and you should ignore them."

"The other neighbors are pretty good, so let the Xingda family mess around!" Rong Youtang was indignant, and comforted him: "Father, if you can't bear it, why don't we find another house——"

"Nonsense. Live well, what are you moving?" Rong Kaiji interrupted with a smile, and said in a bitter way: "Xingda is a rascal, he can't be beaten or scolded, his family is poor and weak, and the child is waiting to be fed. Fortunately, it is far away, if There is no good way for Dad to quarrel with you to study, and he really has to consider moving out then."

Rong Youtang shook his head: "It's unreasonable! It's not our fault that his family is poor. He doesn't want to work hard to get rich, so he's jealous all the time, and keeps talking strangely, as if the whole alley owes him."

"Forget it, forget it, foolish people's nonsense, it's not worth wasting your tongue." Rong Kaiji smiled and turned away, deciding not to mention the right and wrong of the bastard Xingda in the future.

The father and son chatted for a while, after Rong Youtang drank the hangover soup, he sweated a lot and felt much more comfortable. He touched his neck and disliked himself: "Tsk, I'm sweating profusely."

"Hurry up and change, I'll get you some clothes, don't drink so much next time." Rong Kaiji took the empty bowl and scolded with a smile: "Last night, I saw you drinking happily, but I tried to persuade you, but I couldn't persuade you, everyone was so drunk. Jumping up and down like a monkey, the house is almost demolished!" He said, carrying the bowl and going out to the outside room.

"I can't help it, Leizi and the others are full of people. I tried my best to hold back the wine, and I drank a little, otherwise I must have passed out at Hong's house last night." Rong Youtang sighed, bowed his head and unbuttoned his shirt Belt: Huh?How to tie such a knot?

At this time, Rong Kaiji was rambling outside: "Your clothes were thrown around, on the chairs, and I asked old Zhang's to wash them."

Boom——

The messy intimacy of last night flashed through Rong Youtang's pained mind, and he froze, his face flushed, his fingers tightening his belt knot: This, is this tied by His Royal Highness Prince Qing?Weird tricks are familiar.

"Don't stand still, quickly take off and change into dry clothes, catching a cold after drinking is the most harmful." Rong Kaiji returned to the inner room, skillfully dug out his clothes from the closet, and urged his son.

"oh oh."

Rong Youtang's heart beat like a drum, he took off his underwear slowly, his fingers were trembling, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to be "offending disrespect" and angered King Qing, but in the end he was... and then?Then what?

There was a gap in the memory, Rong Youtang was embarrassed and anxious, but he just couldn't remember.

"Don't be in a daze, go out and wash up, then drink some millet porridge, lie down for a while if you still feel dizzy, and read a book if you don't feel dizzy." Rong Kaiji instructed, he is willing to take care of it himself, especially the child is getting more and more busy now, and the time father and son spend together Much less.

"Oh." Rong Youtang was absent-minded, trying hard to remember, he was so anxious that he wanted to ask King Qing immediately to ask him face to face.

How could I take the initiative...?Is Your Highness frightened? !

Rong Youtang was ashamed, uneasy, uncontrollably distracted——

"Tang'er?"

Rong Kaiji knocked on the table dissatisfied.

"what!"

Rong Youtang, who had been holding the porridge bowl in a daze for a long time, came back to his senses, looked at his adoptive father's face, sat up straight quickly, and said guiltily: "Father, this porridge is too hot, I'll drink it after it cools down." The bowl was warm and cool, so he smiled resentfully, and immediately lowered his head as if he was gobbling.

"What do you think of what you just said?" Rong Kaiji was not angry, thinking that his son was dizzy and tired after being drunk, and solemnly said: "General Hong died for the country, and his fame will last forever. Madam Hong is upright and straightforward. After reading it, they are very down-to-earth and generous, which is very good.”

I was distracted for a while, what about the Hong family?Rong Youtang raised his head in a daze, and listened attentively.

"Leizi is filial and motivated, sincere and intelligent, and he is quite talented. With the help of his aunts and relatives, his future is limitless." Rong Kaiji was full of energy, approached and lowered his voice, "Although Miss Hong is two years older than you Years old, but I can't say anything about her character and appearance, she is virtuous, dignified, well-educated and reasonable."

Miss Hong?

How did it come to her head? !

Rong Youtang frowned immediately, held his breath and listened intently:

"Comparing the two, our family's family status is slightly lower, but father believes that you will make a difference in the future, and then you will be in the right family." Rong Kaiji taught earnestly: "Our family's loss lies in the lack of relatives and weak power. If you get married with the Hong family, it will bring out the best in each other, and as a father, you don't have to always worry that you will have no one to help you when you are in trouble."

"Father, father, wait." Rong Youtang suddenly had a bad feeling, raised his hand to interrupt, and asked nervously, "Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"Stinky boy!" Father Rong scolded lightly with a straight face: "I didn't listen carefully after seeing it!"

Rong Youtang touched his nose and smiled flatteringly.

"Be more serious." Father Rong asked, he approached, and lowered his voice again to reveal: "The Hong family is interested in you. Mrs. Hong has visited the cloth village several times in the name of looking at the materials. I happened to bump into her twice, and listened to what she had to say." In addition, I am satisfied with you, but it is absolutely impossible for the woman to tell you, but according to my opinion, it is very possible! In addition, last night, Mrs. Hong invited all relatives and friends. You are a friend of Leizi. It is normal for you to be invited. What are you doing? There’s no need for it.” After a pause, Rong Kaiji sighed, “Besides, the Hong family arranged for me to be the host last night, so I don’t have prejudice against eunuchs, it’s rare.”

Rong Youtang was dumbfounded:

Miss Hong?Miss Hong and me?can't you?

"Father, you...have you misunderstood?" Rong Youtang asked cautiously.

"No!" Rong Kaiji pointed out firmly: "Girl's boudoir's reputation is important, the woman must be more reserved, no matter how straightforward a mother is, she will not speak out about her daughter's marriage, and if she speaks out a little, she is trying to test the man's intentions. Tang'er, you have to take the initiative Do you understand? Marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous wife, a virtuous wife asks to be married, how to 'beg', you have to carefully consider—”

Rong Youtang had no choice but to interrupt the adoptive father who wanted to make a long speech, shook his head firmly, and said clearly: "Father, it's impossible for me and Miss Hong."

Father Rong was astonished, and asked anxiously, "Why? Could it be that you dislike the girl who is two years older?"

"It's not disgusting, Miss Hong is very nice, but I'm not good enough for her." Rong Youtang said frankly.

Father Rong was not happy when he heard it, and he said firmly: "Belittle yourself! Why can't you match? It's obviously a perfect match, it can be called a match made in heaven."

"Father," Rong Youtang smiled bitterly, and reminded him earnestly: "Have you forgotten? Who am I?"

You are my son Youtang... but you used to be someone else's son, named Zhou Mingtang.

Rong Kaiji's enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant, his joyful smile turned into disappointment, and he said forcefully, "But aren't you doing well now?"

"There will always be times of unrest in the future."

Rong Youtang was extremely guilty, and said in an inaudible voice: "I have committed a serious crime by bringing the family into trouble, how can I bring the Hong family into trouble again? With Miss Hong's appearance, there must be a safer choice than me."

"Don't think about it! You are a good boy who is filial and capable. You have already established a family, so why bother? The neighbors envy me so much. Enjoy the blessing of my son early and live a leisurely and rich life." Rong Kaiji categorically refuted.

"The kindness you have given me is as great as a mountain. You have given me relatives in this world. It is difficult to repay me in this life. No amount of filial piety is enough." Rong Youtang lay down on the table, resting his forehead on the palm of his adoptive father.

Rong Kaiji sighed, patted his son on the back, soon relieved, and said lovingly and kindly: "Fortunately, father didn't express his opinion on the spot! Sigh, I was so confused, I was only looking for the right in-laws, and didn't consider your difficulties."

"It's all my fault." Rong Youtang murmured: "But if I don't do it, I will never be reconciled to it for the rest of my life. I will die without complaint, I'm afraid that my family will be hurt."

Rong Kaiji was open-minded and encouraged: "Then let's do it! Dad is incompetent. He can neither persuade you to let go nor help. I am over half a century old. When my family underwent great changes, I thought I was going to die. Unexpectedly, I didn't die. The humiliation is pure." I entered the palace as a eunuch, experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and finally came out of the palace alive. What are you afraid of now? Although Lao Li and Lao Zhang did not know about it, I have reminded them in different ways that they voluntarily stayed. If you Success, no matter how many years it takes, I will make arrangements for your marriage at that time; if the matter fails, it doesn't matter, people will die eventually."

"Father." Rong Youtang burst into tears.

The father and son looked at each other speechlessly for a moment.

——Actually, even if there is no potential danger of revenge from my past, I don't want to get married.

Rong Youtang said in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it frankly, and he didn't dare to provoke his adoptive father who wanted to have a golden grandson.

Hey~

Rong Kaiji sighed, although he was disappointed, but after calming down, he also agreed with his son's opinion. He was worried: "We have difficulties, we can't ask for marriage, but how can we go back home? Be careful, don't insult the woman's face, don't affect you and Leizi's friendship."

"Don't worry, I will handle it properly." Rong Youtang promised.

A few days later·Hongfa Temple Meditation Room

"The other half will be paid after the work is completed." Rong Youtang handed the bank note to the novice who delivered the vegetarian meal.

"Where are the things?" the novice monk asked after verifying the bank notes.

Both were well disguised.

Rong Youtang, who was pretending to be a middle-aged pilgrim, said in a hoarse voice, "Under the stone cauldron next to the earth temple in the pagoda tree forest to the east of your entrance."

"Can you explain clearly?"

"You can tell at a glance."

"Okay!" The novice received the banknote, clasped his hands together, and said in a loud voice: "The vegetarian food has been delivered, please take it slowly, the monk, I will take my leave."

"Little master, go slowly."

Rong Youtang returned the gift, and watched the novice leave with a food box in a calm and solemn manner. He silently recited a large section of Buddhist scriptures to the vegetarian meal on the kang table, and left after half an hour.

the next evening

Hong Lei was covered in sweat and was wearing a soldier's uniform. He was not yet qualified to wear a sword. He hurried to the gatehouse in front of the kitchen warehouse. The door was open. He walked in and asked, "Yuko, what do you want from me?"

"The training is over?" Rong Youtang poured water and handed it over.

Hong Lei drank it all with his neck up, but he still didn't quench his thirst. He simply filled the teapot halfway, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe his mouth, and said energetically, "After dinner later, there will be additional training in the evening."

"Tired?"

"I'm not tired! Brother Hong, I practiced for a while." Hong Lei triumphantly patted his chest.

"Leizi, I, I..." Rong Youtang began to hesitate to speak, saddened.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you? The Imperial College is still here?" Hong Lei's sense of justice erupted, and he immediately asked with concern.

Rong Youtang was dejected, lonely and sad: "You know, I had a hard time when I was young, and I was seriously ill once."

"Hey, it's all in the past, what are you thinking about it! Tell me, who made things difficult for you?" Hong Lei frowned seriously, guessing that someone might be ridiculing and despising his friend's background.

"Alas!" Rong Youtang sighed heavily, as if extremely embarrassed and humiliated, he pulled Hong Lei closer, and whispered: "Leizi, I suffered from frostbite when I was a child, and I couldn't move. Hopeless."

"What?!" Hong Lei yelled, and immediately stared at the opponent's lower body. Hong Lei stared with wide eyes as if struck by lightning.