Little Dandy, He's a Little Good

On the carriage back to the capital, the Eighth Prince cuddled up in Jingdu's arms and acted like a baby.

While coaxing him, Yu Jingdu kept looking at Rong Zhuo, as if complaining that Rong Zhuo was not close to him.

Rong Zhuo and Yu Jingdu haven't seen each other for a long time, so naturally they also want to get close to him.

But with the Eighth Prince present, he always felt that it was inappropriate to do anything.

Finally, Rong Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and quietly took the hand that Yu Jingdu offered him.

The eighth prince felt that the hand holding him was loosened, so he turned his head and saw the hands they were holding.

Rong Zhuo subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but because Yu Jingdu held it too tightly, he could only continue to let the other party interlock his fingers.

"Hee hee..." The eighth prince covered his mouth and smiled, instead of teasing the two of them, he asked Yu Jingdu, "Third brother, you won't leave again this time, right?"

"I'm not leaving." Yu Jingdu glanced at the Eighth Prince, and then his eyes fell on Rong Zhuo again.

"You're not in the capital...My brother and I miss you very much." The eighth prince said: "I heard my brother... calling your name!"

Rong Zhuo was startled when he heard the words, and looked at the Eighth Prince in surprise.

"Oh?" Yu Jingdu suddenly became interested, "When will he call me by my name?"

"While sleeping..." The Eighth Prince said, "I called your name in a dream."

Yu Jingdu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Rong Zhuo teasingly: "That must be me in a dream, right?"

Rong Zhuo's ears turned red, and he winked at him, which meant that he should stop talking nonsense in front of children.

"If you come to Qingyin Temple so blatantly, you won't be found out?" Rong Zhuo changed the subject.

"If you find out, you will find out. Now that I am in charge of the country, who dares to find fault with me?" Yu Jingdu said: "If someone dares to arrange you at will, I will have him cut off."

Rong Zhuo frowned, "Are you joking?"

Yu Jingdu chuckled, "We haven't seen each other for a few months, do you think I've become a murderous tyrant?"

"I've heard people say that once people have power, they will change." Rong Zhuo said, "Now that you are in charge of the country, you are equal to being above ten thousand people. Do you think you can do whatever you want?"

"Do you think I, like them, will be eroded by power?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"I don't know." Rong Zhuo said, "But I'm a little scared, I hope you will never become like that."

Yu Jingdu didn't expect that he was serious, so he restrained his smile, "You may be right to worry. So in order to prevent me from becoming the kind of person you don't like, I will trouble you in the future. Hold me."

Rong Zhuo's heart trembled when he heard this, and his cheeks turned red involuntarily.

He thought to himself that he didn't think this person was so glib before, how could he be so flirtatious when he came back from the war?

After the carriage entered Beijing, Yu Jingdu directly sent Rong Zhuo back to Rong's residence.

Although Yu Jingdu repeatedly reminded Rong Zhuo not to worry, Rong Zhuo was still quite nervous.

"In the future, we can't keep hiding when we meet. When will you be so scared?" Yu Jingdu said, "Besides, people won't make irresponsible remarks when they see me getting close to you. Your caravan is of great kindness to the Northern Army, isn't it reasonable for me to be so close to you?"

After thinking about it, Rong Zhuo felt that it made sense, so he didn't bother about it anymore.

When Yu Jingdu entered the Rong Mansion with the Eighth Prince in his arms, he frightened the porter of the Rong Mansion horribly.

The other party trotted in to report, and Rong Qinghuai greeted him after a while.

"Your Excellency Yue Zhang, you don't need to be too polite." Yu Jingdu said.

As soon as he said this, Rong Zhuo was so frightened that he almost turned over, and hurriedly looked at Rong's father's expression.

Sure enough, Rong Qinghuai frowned, seeming dissatisfied with this title.

"His Royal Highness, let's change back to the old title." Rong Qinghuai said: "The dog is a man, and Rong has no intention of marrying him, so naturally he can't afford to be called His Highness like that."

Yu Jingdu was startled when he heard the words, he originally thought that Chaorong Qinghuai had exchanged Rong Zhuo's character, and that the other party had agreed to the marriage.But hearing what Rong Qinghuai meant, he didn't seem very happy.

"In that case, I can also call you Mr...."

"Your Highness!" Rong Zhuo interrupted him, "Go in and have a cup of tea!"

Yu Jingdu nodded, and walked towards the front hall of the Rong Mansion with the Eighth Prince in his arms.

Rong Zhuo squeezed Father Rong's arm when he was not paying attention, and whispered: "Are you crazy?"

"I thought he agreed..."

"Hush!" Rong Zhuo took a peek at Rong Qinghuai, meaning to talk later.

The Eighth Prince lay on Jing Du's shoulders, and could clearly see the interaction between the two.He pursed his lips and smiled brightly. He obviously didn't understand what the scene in front of him meant, but he found it very interesting.On the contrary, Rong Zhuo felt embarrassed by the little guy.

"Uncle Rong." After Yu Jingdu entered the room and took a seat, he changed the address back according to the other party's words, "I didn't mean to be rude to you just now, and I didn't mean to regard Rong Zhuo as a woman by using this address. It's just that I didn't There is a precedent for men marrying men, and I don't know how to call you more securely based on the relationship between me and Rong Zhuo."

"His Royal Highness also said that there is no precedent in my dynasty for a man to marry a man." Rong Qinghuai said: "Your Highness is very grateful for the kindness of the dog. But has your Highness thought that if the two of you get married, How will the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and even the common people talk about it?"

"I don't care what they talk about." Yu Jingdu said.

"Ke Rong cares about it." Rong Qinghuai said: "You are a high-ranking prince, and you will be an emperor above ten thousand people in the future. All officials and common people will naturally be extremely tolerant towards you. In their mouths, Rong Zhuo will become What? Has Your Highness thought about it?"

Yu Jingdu frowned when he heard the words, and subconsciously glanced at Rong Zhuo.

"Others will regard him as a seductive person serving the king of Israel. No one will remember what he has done for the Northern Army and His Highness. They will only imagine how he is in the dead of night..." Rong Qinghuai glanced at eight The prince swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "Since ancient times, as long as the king's flair does not delay the state affairs, it is considered a good talk, but the only ones who accompany the king are the infamy during his lifetime and after his death."

Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Qinghuai, "Uncle Rong means that you don't agree with my marriage with Rong Zhuo?"

"Will His Highness let you go if Rong doesn't agree?" Rong Qinghuai asked.

"Of course not." Yu Jingdu said.

"As long as the dog is willing, Rong will not beat mandarin ducks with a stick." Rong Qinghuai said: "There is only one thing, you are not allowed to get married, and you are not allowed to put Rong Zhuo in the mouth of the people as a talking point."

These days Rong Qinghuai has already thought about this matter many times.

His words were not even meant to embarrass Jing Du, but just to feel sorry for Rong Zhuo.

He is a man, and he has heard how those colleagues chatted after dinner.

He knew what Rong Zhuo would experience if he married Yu Jingdu in the future.

So he doesn't allow that to happen.

"Uncle Rong's words, the younger generation will carefully consider." Yu Jingdu hugged the Eighth Prince and got up and said, "I won't bother you today."

After Yu Jingdu finished speaking, he hugged the Eighth Prince and left.

Rong Zhuo sent him to the door, full of words and didn't know where to start.

"I took it for granted this time..." Yu Jingdu said, "Blame me for making your father angry."

"It's not your fault, I know what you mean." Rong Zhuo said.

"Do you think like him too?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"I never thought of marrying you. You are a prince. If you marry a man with such an identity..." Rong Zhuo said, "What I mean is, I don't care about these vain rituals. If you have me in your heart, Cheng What's the difference if you're not married?"

Rong Zhuo, as a person with modern education, thinks that he has a strong ability to accept.

But he thought about it, even in modern society, in a country where same-sex marriage is not generally accepted, if a big shot suddenly held a same-sex wedding...they would definitely receive more ridicule and sarcasm than blessings.

In his opinion, the wedding should have been blessed.

If there is no blessing, then this form will have no meaning of expectation.

"But I want to give you what other people have." Yu Jingdu said.

"You have already given it to me." Rong Zhuo said: "With that marriage letter, we are considered married! Yu Jingdu, in fact, I have never thought of being your crown princess, or your future concubine." queen..."

"What I want to be is your partner, it has nothing to do with your identity or status, it doesn't matter if you are the banquet king, the prince, or even a young lady." Rong Zhuo said.

Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Zhuo with burning eyes, and was about to say something.

But he heard the eighth prince who had been silent in his arms ask in a low voice: "Third brother, what is a little boy?"

Rong Zhuo: ...

Yu Jingdu: ...

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