Little Dandy, He's a Little Good

Rong Zhuo stayed up all night last night, and today he has been busy working in the Zhou Mansion for half a day, so he is exhausted.

After he returned home, he was really sleepy, so he went back to his room and took a nap, and he didn't wake up until late at night.

After getting up and having something to eat, he went to the study, took out the strategy that "Da Zhuang" had sorted out for him, and began to copy it.

It must have been a long time since I wrote so many words. Rong Zhuo spent a lot of time copying it, scribbling, correcting, and copying several pages.

Earlier, Rong Zhuo only read it roughly, but didn't understand it very well. It was not until after he finished transcribing that he realized that "Da Zhuang" had actually integrated all the nonsense he talked about during the day into these strategies and theories, which made him very upset. surprise.

I didn't expect Da Zhuang to have such a skill after only studying!

For a moment, Rong Zhuo couldn't tell whether Da Zhuang was too powerful or he was too good.

Taking advantage of the time before dawn, he leaned on the desk and squinted for a while.

Unexpectedly, in this short period of time, I had a nightmare.

Rong Zhuo dreamed that "Da Zhuang" helped him sort out excellent strategies, and was praised by Mr. Ji in class.

Unexpectedly, this matter somehow spread to the palace and alarmed the prince.

The crown prince came to Guozixue in a hurry that day, insisting on making friends with Rong Zhuo.

In the dream, Rong Zhuo couldn't even see what the prince looked like, only knew that the other party was warm and hypocritical, and would never let him go.

Even though the prince only wanted to befriend him in the dream and did not do anything else, Rong Zhuo still couldn't help but feel horrified, as if after struggling for so long, he finally fell into the cycle of reincarnation.

He tried his best to escape in his dream, trying to get rid of the prince, but he broke out in a cold sweat after waking up.

"My lord, didn't you fall asleep last night? Why did you wake up again?" Jin Douzi was worried when he saw his tired expression.

"I'm fine. You help me prepare my clothes, and I'll wash up in a while." Rong Zhuo said.

As he spoke, he checked the policy theory that he had copied overnight.

But now when he thought of that dream, he still had lingering fears.

Fortunately, he felt that although "Da Zhuang" had read books, he shouldn't be that powerful, so he sorted out some shocking strategies for him.Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.

After breakfast, Rong Zhuo went to Guozixue.

Before the official class started, someone took away the theory and handed it over to Ji Xiunian.

Rong Zhuo was nervous most of the day, afraid that something might go wrong with this strategy.

Fortunately, the whole day was safe and sound.

It wasn't until after school that day that Rong Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master Rong." Zhou Feng stopped him after school and handed him a sandalwood box.

Rong Zhuo took the wooden box and opened it to see that there was a handkerchief inside.

"This is?" Rong Zhuo was puzzled.

"Didn't Da Zhuang take your handkerchief away? He accidentally lost it and felt very sorry, so he asked me to return you a new one." Zhou Feng said.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo took out the handkerchief from the wooden box, and found that the texture of this handkerchief was very similar to the previous one, very soft and easy to hold, but this one didn't have any embroidery on it, so it looked simpler.

"Didn't I tell him to be careful not to lose it?" Rong Zhuo said helplessly, "That handkerchief is..."

He wanted to say that the handkerchief was given to him by Qingshi, but on second thought, this person had nothing to do with him long ago. If the handkerchief is lost, just throw it away. Maybe it was God's will, and there is nothing worth nostalgic about.

Thinking of this, he waved his hands and said, "Forget it, if you lose it, you lose it."

He said and returned the wooden box in his hand to Zhou Feng, "You tell Da Zhuang that you don't have to pay me."

"He gave it to you. If you don't want him, you will feel very sorry." Zhou Feng insisted.

Rong Zhuo thinks so, but it's just a handkerchief, so it doesn't matter if you accept it.

Zhou Feng was still a little worried that Rong Zhuo would ask more questions when he saw the box, but Rong Zhuo didn't have any doubts, took it and turned away.

How did he know that Rong Zhuo's life here was too short, and he was not familiar with many things.

To Rong Zhuo, this sandalwood box is just an ordinary gift box, nothing unusual at all.

After Rong Zhuo left Guozixue, he saw Duan's carriage parked not far away.

Duan Zheng kept watching from a distance, and when he saw him coming out, he waved to him.

"I'll take you to a new place tonight, don't rush back home." Duan Zheng said.

"I have to go to school tomorrow." Rong Zhuo said.

"It won't be too late, just drink tea." Duan Zheng said again.

Only then Rong Zhuo nodded, sent Jin Douzi back to the mansion first, and then got into the carriage of Duan's mansion.

The carriage traveled all the way through the streets and alleys, and stopped outside a teahouse.

Duan Zheng took him up to the second floor, but this time he didn't go to the private room, but sat at the tea table in the hall on the second floor, at the moment Song Mingan and Su Yun were making tea at the table.

The two greeted Rong Zhuo, and asked him for some snacks, letting him eat first.

"Is there anything different about this teahouse?" Rong Zhuo looked around, quite curious.

"You'll know in a while." Song Mingan smiled with a mysterious expression on his face.

Rong Zhuo sat obediently and ate some snacks, when he heard the sound of playing the piano.

He followed the prestige and saw a woman with her face covered sitting in a corner not far away, playing the piano.

After listening to it for a while, he only thought it sounded good, but he couldn't hear more things.

Rong Zhuo glanced at the other three people sitting at the table, Duan Zheng and Su Yun were talking small things, and they didn't listen much, only Song Mingan was intoxicated.

"He likes to listen to the piano?" Rong Zhuo asked in a low voice next to Duan Zheng's ear.

"Not only like listening to the piano." Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Rong Zhuo didn't understand the implication of his smile and was at a loss.

"You've been living in the flower house all day, why don't you seem to be enlightened?" Seeing him like this, Duan Zheng could only whisper a few words in his ear.

It was only then that Rong Zhuo suddenly realized that although Song Mingan was a dude, he had a good rhythm.A few days ago, I happened to hear the sound of the piano in this teahouse and fell in love with it. Later, I saw that the player playing the piano was a girl, so I couldn't control it, and I wanted to come to listen to the piano every day.

"We've been here to listen to him all day?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"It'll be over in a while, and I'll take you to eat delicious food later." Duan Zheng said.

At this time the song ended, Song Mingan hurriedly clapped his hands excitedly.

Unexpectedly, he was so excited that he accidentally touched the tea table and almost flipped it over.

Fortunately, Duan Zheng had sharp eyesight and quick hands, so he supported the tea table.

But in such a flash, the tea on the table was spilled, and Rong Zhuo, who was closest to the table, was unfortunately spilled all over.

"Can't you be more stable?" Duan Zheng complained about Song Ming'an while worrying that Rong Zhuo would be burned.

"It's okay, it's just spilled on the clothes, it's not hot." Rong Zhuo said as he took out the wooden box, took out the handkerchief inside and wiped the water stains on his wrists.

Su Yun on the side looked at the wooden box, and said with a smile: "Who gave this handkerchief? It was packed in a sandalwood box?"

As he spoke, he took a look at the sandalwood box, and couldn't help smelling the woody fragrance on the box.

"Is this box special?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"If you say it's expensive, it's not too expensive. After all, it's just a small box." Su Yun said: "But sandalwood is very precious to me, and few people use it to make wooden boxes. A box is used to hold things. Yes, it would be a waste to use such fine wood."

Duan Zheng also took a look at the wooden box as he said, "The texture is really good, it's made of good wood."

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo also took a look at the box, but he couldn't see anything good or bad.

"I saw someone use a sandalwood box last time, and it contained night pearls that were tributes from the Western Regions." Song Mingan also restrained his thoughts at the moment, and took a look at the handkerchief in Rong Zhuo's hand, "This handkerchief is finely crafted , it’s not a vulgar thing, but it’s too exaggerated to put it in this box.”

Duan Zheng looked at Rong Zhuo and asked, "Who sent you?"

"It's a boy from a classmate's family of mine." Rong Zhuo said.

Everyone laughed when they heard the words.

"A young man gave you a handkerchief of this quality? It's still in a sandalwood box?" Su Yun asked.

"Uh..." Rong Zhuo was stopped by his question all of a sudden, he really didn't see anything unusual about the box before.

Song Mingan returned the handkerchief to him, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that your classmate took the opportunity to show his affection to you?"

"No." Rong Zhuo hurriedly told everyone about "Da Zhuang" borrowing the veil.

The three of them had complicated expressions when they heard this.

Rong Zhuo didn't understand, so he was at a loss.

"You borrowed your handkerchief to wipe his sweat?" Duan Zheng asked.

"He came here in a hurry, and his head was sweating..."

"You are really..." Song Mingan said helplessly, "How can you borrow such a personal thing as a handkerchief casually?"

"He's a man, and I'm a man too, let me borrow a handkerchief..." Rong Zhuo said in a softer voice, "What could be the matter?"

"You are a man, but you are a broken sleeve." Su Yun said.

Rong Zhuo opened his mouth to explain, but he could only hold back.

In order to pretend to be a dude, he had already confirmed the fact that he had broken his sleeves in front of everyone, and now there is no way to explain it.

But sometimes he is completely unaware of this problem, so he loses his taboo.

"Then... what does this mean?" Rong Zhuo held the handkerchief in his hand, dazed and at a loss.

"I guess, that guy probably thinks you are showing favor to him." Duan Zheng analyzed: "And he also happens to be a broken sleeve, and seeing that you are beautiful and generous, so he wants to catch you."

"Catch me for what?" Rong Zhuo asked in a low voice.

"Catch you big fish." Song Mingan pointed to the wooden box, "Otherwise, how could he be willing to spend so much effort just to give you a handkerchief?"

One look at the wooden box and it was obvious that it took a lot of effort to find it, because it was not something that a servant with the status of a servant could take out casually.Wasn't it just to get Rong Zhuo's attention to spend so much time finding a sandalwood box to hold the handkerchief in?

After being reminded by them, Rong Zhuo immediately came to his senses.

If it is true as they said, this sandalwood box is not an ordinary thing.

"Da Zhuang" can spend so much thought on the box, which shows that he is a delicate person.

How could such a delicate person throw away his handkerchief so casually?

Thinking about it this way, maybe his handkerchief was not lost, but was hidden by Da Zhuang?

The other party hid his handkerchief, and took the opportunity to give him a new one...

When Rong Zhuo thought of a big man doing such a thing to him, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

And the other party hid his handkerchief, wouldn't it be used for strange things?

Thinking about it this way, Rong Zhuo really wanted to return the handkerchief immediately.

It's not that he doesn't like Da Zhuang, but the premise is that the other party can't plot against him.

"Listen to me, throw it away, it's annoying." Duan Zheng said.

"That's right, that boy is plotting against you. It's hard to say whether he wants to cling to you or take advantage of you. In short, stay away from him in the future." Song Ming'an said.

Seeing Rong Zhuo frowned and remained silent, Duan Zheng said again: "How about we teach him a lesson for you?"

"Don't, don't." Rong Zhuo hurriedly waved his hands, "He is nice, don't touch him."

"You don't... you like him too?" Su Yun asked.

"How is it possible?" Rong Zhuo just wanted to say that he didn't like men, but then changed his words: "He doesn't look good, how could I like him?"

"It's fine if you're ugly." Duan Zheng wrapped one arm around Rong Zhuo's shoulders, "Listen to my cousin, just ignore him from now on."

Rong Zhuo nodded, and put the handkerchief back into the wooden box, thinking about returning it.

After finishing dinner with them that day, Rong Zhuo went to Xunhuan Building.

He was still thinking about "Da Zhuang" in his heart, and he frowned all night.

He looked at the sandalwood box on the table and the handkerchief inside, and thought of what Duan Zheng and the others had said today, feeling very agitated.

He remembered that the first time he met Da Zhuang was at Yong'an Hou Shizi's poetry meeting.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to the other party. He only remembered that when he got up after drinking too much, the other party helped him.

Thinking about it now, "Da Zhuang" is obviously Zhou Feng's servant, why did he stand so close to him at the banquet?

Could it be love at first sight for him?

Rong Zhuo remembered the incident when Da Zhuang carried him around when his foot was injured.

At that time, Rong Zhuo let the other party hold him for convenience, but now that he thinks about it, he really regrets it.

If "Da Zhuang" had thought about him for a long time, wouldn't he have taken advantage of him at that time?

Not only that, the other party also helped him sort out the strategy for half a day yesterday...

Rong Zhuo didn't think much about it before, so he didn't feel anything strange.

But after being reminded by everyone today and recalling it later, I feel that there are clues of "Da Zhuang" secretly in love with him everywhere.

No wonder such an unsmiling person is so considerate to him.

It turned out that she had other plans for him?

Well you are big and strong!

Rong Zhuo sighed, feeling very complicated.

Rong Zhuo put the wooden box away, and decided to return it to Zhou Feng the next day, asking him to help return it.

However, he soon thought, wouldn't it be enough to just return the wooden box and handkerchief?

What if he didn't explicitly refuse and "Da Zhuang" continued to misunderstand?

No, he must find an opportunity to explain the matter clearly in person, so that "Da Zhuang" will completely give up on him.

But the other party didn't make it clear to him, and if he refused directly, it seemed a little awkward.

The best way is to hint sideways, just let the other person know that he doesn't mean it.

But how to hint from the side?

Rong Zhuo's thoughts changed sharply, and at this moment his eyes fell on Qingyu.

Qingyu was busy embroidering seriously, and didn't notice Rong Zhuo's strangeness.

"Qingyu, when will your purse be embroidered?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"It'll be ready in no time, and I can sew when I finish."

Rong Zhuo walked over and took a look at the orchid he had embroidered, "Stop sewing, just give it to me."

"Ah?" Qingyu asked puzzled, "You don't want it?"

"No." Rong Zhuo looked at the size of the fabric, "You hook this edge a little bit, don't make me a purse, just make me a handkerchief."

What could be more heartbreaking than a show of affection?

If one show isn't enough, show it several more times!

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