Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Tomorrow is thirteen, I have to go back to the palace to celebrate my father's birthday, you can arrange it as you like these few days." Zhao Ze'an was a little listless, and drew a little turtle with a brush.

Rong Youtang nodded happily: "Okay, then I wish His Highness the Ninth Highness the best of luck in the next few days."

Zhao Ze'an threw the brush away, threw himself on the Arhat couch, and said sullenly, "I hope so."

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

Zhao Ze'an has never had any contact with strangers, nor has he experienced suffering, so he is still as innocent and straightforward as an ordinary child.At this moment, he complained: "The palace is very boring. I'm tired of playing in the Imperial Garden. There are rules for every gesture. Nanny Zhu will always blame me."

"Mother Zhu?" Rong Youtang was curious, thinking: How dare someone make the Ninth Prince unhappy?

Zhao Ze'an's identity is too sensitive: Concubine Shu died unexpectedly, Emperor Chengtian was furious, killed a large number of people involved, and strictly ordered the queen to raise her younger son with all her heart.Therefore, everyone cares about Zhao Ze'an superficially, and they like to show their benevolence and generosity through him the most—but it can't be sincere, and those who can gain a firm foothold in the court have already fed the bastard with sincerity.

"She is the dowry maid of the mother and empress." Zhao Ze'an changed his words a little awkwardly, and whispered: "The empress originally had four dowry maids, but for some reason, only Nanny Zhu remained."

In the magnificent palace, which corner did not die?

Rong Youtang thought for a while, and reminded gently: "The imperial palace is your home, you are still young, everything should be done by the elders, don't carry it by yourself."

Crying children have sweets, and the royal family is no exception.

"Anyway, I don't want to go back to the palace!" Zhao Ze'an said distressedly, he lay on his stomach and beat the brocade mat, then suddenly got up again and said, "Hey, do you know? That sea dongqing is dead."

"I—Of course I don't know!" Rong Youtang was so excited, he quickly put down the scroll and asked in a surprised tone: "How did he die? I heard it singing very loudly in the stable the day before yesterday."

Zhao Ze'an also felt regretful: "That's right, how arrogant it was to raise it in this mansion! But it is a tribute, and the Longevity Festival is coming soon. The third brother sent it to the Palace Rui Animal Garden yesterday, and the garden is full of rare animals—— Unexpectedly, the white tiger that the eldest brother paid tribute suddenly went berserk and killed Hai Dongqing who was chained to his feet!"

Oh, so it was pushed to the First Prince.

King Qing was so straightforward and courageous, he gave the trouble to others to solve it in a blink of an eye!

Rong Youtang couldn't help being awed.

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King Qing Study Room

"You are really good at predicting things! Over at the Ruishou Garden, His Highness was furious and severely interrogated the two domesticators involved. As a result, the spies of the Tuqi clan who harbored evil intentions were beaten and died after a few boards! The Longevity Festival is just around the corner. Your Highness can only close the case hastily." Counselor Wu Sipeng applauded.

Guo Da raised an objection: "I was also there yesterday, watching His Highness's demeanor and movements, it doesn't look like it's pretending, but it seems to be really ignorant."

"He really didn't know. It was found out. This time it was the second brother who did it." Zhao Zeyong lowered his head and wrote with a steady hand, "Second brother wants to use my hand to hurt someone, so let's just use the plan and strike first. Now it becomes Hai Dongqing was killed by the white tiger, the eldest brother will not suspect me, he will only trouble the second brother."

Wu Sipeng said cheerfully: "That's right, let them fight. Those two have been fighting for more than 20 years, with all sorts of tricks! Because of the matter of 'establishing a heir and establishing an elder', the courtiers have quarreled countless times."

"Although there are many brothers, the eldest brother and the second brother are the most vocal. Let them go for now, as long as they don't put their hands in front of my eyes." Zhao Zeyong said lightly.

Guo Da was fortunate and then afraid: "Thanks to my cousin's carefulness, I found that there was something wrong with the Tuqi man, otherwise there would be no trouble at the Wanshou Festival the day after tomorrow."

Zhao Zeyong said in his heart: It wasn't me, it was Rong Xiaozi who found out.

Although that little slicker is clever and clever, he is too unstable, reckless and lacking in nerves, that's all, let him continue to lead Xiao Jiu to play.

-

The clouds dissipated and the sun was warm. Rong Youtang was looking forward to it in the moon-watching pavilion in the curved corridor. Fortunately, Zhao Zeyong came out from the yard after waiting for a long time.

"Your Highness!" Rong Youtang trotted forward to meet him.

"Huh?" Zhao Zeyong slowed down a little.

"Thank you for the reward, Your Highness. The little one deserves it." Before Rong Youtang went home at noon, the butler pointed to a bunch of valuable things and said that they were given by King Qing, so he had to come to thank him.

"You deserve it. Work hard, take good care of Xiaojiu, and there will be more in the future." Zhao Zeyong ordered calmly, always generous.

Rong Youtang could only nod his head and say yes, just when he was about to leave and go home, Zhao Zeyong said again: "In the next few days, Xiao Jiu will return to the palace to celebrate his birthday, you can listen to the master's arrangements."

Hey!But His Highness the Ninth Prince let me act freely, why don't you two have any tacit understanding when you speak? !

While Rong Youtang was complaining, he wanted to take a leave of absence to go home to collect the annual accounts and distribute gifts to the servants.There are steps in front of him, but he looked up to see King Qing, his foot was in the air, and he was about to fall down——

Rong Youtang yelled, closed his eyes instinctively, and was about to be thrown, but he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and pulled up!

really light.Zhao Zeyong subconsciously weighed it, and then let go, frowning to look at the reckless person, seeing that the collar of the other party was scratched by himself, he stretched it smoothly, and lightly reprimanded: "I've been in a hurry all day, You don't look steady, what kind of words are you talking about!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Your Highness, for your help." Rong Youtang let out a long breath, just as he was in shock, but still remembered to ask for leave, so he asked, "Your Highness, can you allow two days off in the next few days—"

Zhao Zeyong suddenly felt displeased, interrupted and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Uh, it's the end of the year, and my shop has to settle the accounts and distribute gifts, as well as a lot of miscellaneous things." Rong Youtang explained truthfully.

Zhao Zeyong was very aware of the situation of the Rong family. He lowered his head and looked at the other party so arrogantly that he didn't dare to show it. Then he said: "One day. The masters of the West Courtyard are all great Confucian scholars. If you want to study, you have to study hard and be playful. .” After speaking, he strode away, and his robe brought a gust of wind.

Where am I playing too hard?Accompanying the Ninth Prince is clearly an order from you!

Rong Youtang was not wronged.

However, not only did he have no place to sue, but he had to resign himself to his fate to complete accounting, deliver gifts, and make a list of New Year's goods within one day, and then rush to Prince Qing's Mansion as usual...to study the "Book of Filial Piety" with his master.

On the [-]th, the Longevity Festival, the city of Yuanjing was full of gongs and drums, and at night, there were fire trees and silver flowers, and lights and festoons were everywhere.

Rong Youtang didn't have time to appreciate it, he turned on the lamp to read at night, in case his master will check it tomorrow;

On the [-]th, because Emperor Chengtian ordered everything to be simplified, the palace returned to calm, and the people even left early.

Rong Youtang was scolded badly by his strict master, his brow was sweating with shame in the winter, and he was tremblingly studying the sage books; on the [-]th, the Ninth Prince still did not come back, and King Qing was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that they will come back after a year?Rong Youtang was practicing handwriting, and just as he thought about it, Zhao Zeyong's voice sounded behind him: "You have more than enough skill, but not enough strength, your handwriting is tangible but not spiritual."

Rong Youtang was startled, and hurriedly turned around to see that it was Zhao Zeyong, who was wearing a pro-dynasty uniform, who was just about to greet him, but the other party motioned to avoid him, and then his right hand directly covered Rong Youtang's, with a wide and warm palm, with absolute control strength.

"Your Highness—" Rong Youtang almost tied his tongue, and the two got very close, he was almost hugged by King Qing, he felt the warm breath on the back of his neck, and smelled a clean and refreshing smell.

"Relax, don't be tense." Zhao Zeyong is quite accomplished in calligraphy, and criticized: "What's the matter with the wrist strength? Even Xiaojiu can't match it, the basic skills are too poor. Concentrate, write, pause, stop. Can't If you hesitate, you must complete it in one go, don’t shake your hands, and return to the front to close the pen. It’s done.”

A block letter "Rong" appeared vividly on the paper, and the characters were like the person. This statement made sense, and Rong Youtang had to be convinced.

"Come again." Zhao Zeyong wrote again, and sighed: "No wonder the master scolded you. If it were Xiao Jiu, he would have to hang three bricks under his wrist, and practice hard for a year or so on basic skills."

uh~

Rong Youtang was so ashamed that he was speechless. After getting rid of the initial embarrassment, he began to concentrate on experiencing the completely unfamiliar strength and twists and turns of the brushwork.

Only when there are hills and valleys in the chest can one write with spirit.

After a while, the three characters "Rong" appeared on the paper: Kai, Xing, and Cao.People are shyer than others, words are better than words... Rong Youtang really wanted to hide his words!

Shame, shame.

In terms of background, meritorious service, strategy, calligraphy, and appearance, he is outstanding in everything. King Qing is really enviable and admirable, and he is ashamed to be jealous.

——Someone like King Qing is the best candidate for the crown prince, right?Rong Youtang couldn't help thinking.

Zhao Zeyong was obviously in a good mood. Seeing the young man Yubai's ears turned red, he smiled and encouraged him, "Be more attentive, ask your master for advice, practice hard, and don't lose face to Prince Qing's mansion when you go to the Imperial College."

"Yes, thank you Your Highness for your guidance." Rong Youtang bowed sincerely.

The atmosphere was very good. Just when Zhao Zeyong was about to continue polishing the little cunning head, the servant suddenly came in and said, "Your Highness, the Second Highness brought Mr. Zhou Mingjie, the grandson of Marquis Pingnan, to visit, and he said that he wanted to bring the little red horse with him. Go into the palace to relieve our Ninth Prince's daily boredom."

Zhao Zeyong's smile disappeared without a trace, and he returned to his usual indifference, saying, "Let them wait."

"Yes." The boy led the order.

This was the second time that Rong Youtang heard the news of Zhou Mingjie's visit in Prince Qing's Mansion, and he was no longer alarmed, because outsiders were not allowed to enter here.

Zhao Zeyong sat upright, slowly checking his younger brother's homework, taking a pen to mark a few sentences from time to time, very attentively.

Waiting for distinguished guests?The second prince is the empress's direct descendant, he is justifiably one of the people who are most likely to succeed to the throne....Because he is still a prince to this day, not even a prince.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Zeyong interrupted Rong Youtang's wandering, and asked, "Why do you think they came?"

"I don't know." Rong Youtang looked at a loss, thinking that the misfortune comes from his mouth, so I have to be cautious.

Zhao Zeyong raised his head, glanced at it indifferently, and said majesticly: "Hmph, your eyes are rolling around, and you clearly have an idea, why don't you say it quickly?"

"..."

"Speak well, and you will be rewarded; if you don't say it, don't go home from now on." Save your little body from running every day.

Rong Youtang blurted out: "Don't, my father is still waiting!"

"Well."

Rong Youtang already knew that King Qing must do what he said, so he could only say cautiously: "Ahem, as we all know, you will return to the northwest after the next year, and His Royal Highness Ninth Prince will only be able to return to the palace, so it is also appropriate to send the little red horse in to accompany you." .However, there is still at least a month before you leave Beijing, and the Second Highness is here to ask for a horse... It's too early."

The second prince's move is called caring for the younger brother, and it is actually a warning to King Qing: sooner or later you will leave the capital and return to the northwest, and you will not be able to take Xiaojiu with you when the time comes!

"That's right." Zhao Zeyong nodded in praise, without being angry at all, as if being beaten by the second brother was a very common thing, he put down his younger brother's homework, got up and said: "I owe you the reward first, follow me Meeting guests."

"I don't!" Rong Youtang frowned on the spot