Little Dandy, He's a Little Good

Yu Jingdu choked on his words for a long while without finding words to refute.

Seeing his delicate expression, Rong Zhuo thought he had guessed right, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing him sigh, Yu Jingdu was suddenly curious.

"Why are you sighing?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"You have said that you are close friends, if you are interested in him unilaterally, shouldn't you sigh?" Rong Zhuo said solemnly: "Think about it, he is His Royal Highness Yanwang, and he will be the emperor in the future."

Yu Jingdu's eyes flickered slightly, but he forgot to refute.

"You are not very suitable." Rong Zhuo said after deliberation.

"Really?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"You are such a good person, you deserve someone who cherishes you and can give you happiness, not someone who is surrounded by a bunch of women in Sangong Sixth Court every day and can barely give you a little bit of attention." Rong Zhuo thought of him With the experience of all the Gongdou dramas I have watched, I said earnestly: "You have to think about it."

When Yu Jingdu heard the first half of his sentence, his heart couldn't help but he couldn't help but think that Rong Zhuo's objection to this matter was not because his status as a "little lady" was too low, but because he felt that he deserved someone better .

But when he heard the second half, his expression became a little subtle.

He hasn't even touched half of the dragon chair's legs now, the little dandy has already helped him imagine the Sangong and Six Courtyards.

"You're thinking wrong, I said he's good just because I'm worried that you'll be prejudiced against him, not because I have unreasonable thoughts about him. Besides... I don't like people like Yan Wang." Yu Jingdu said casually.

Rong Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that, and asked him curiously, "You don't like that, so what kind do you like?"

Yu Jingdu stared at him for a while, with a smile in his eyes, "You will know in the future."

Seeing that he refused to speak, Rong Zhuo didn't follow up with the question.

"What about you?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"I...I haven't made up my mind yet, but he must be a very good person." Rong Zhuo said with a look of hope: "If I like someone, I will definitely treat him wholeheartedly. When I get married in the future, I will not take concubines. Only good for him alone."

Yu Jingdu looked at him with somewhat unclear emotions in his eyes.

"If I meet, I will cherish it for the rest of my life. If I don't, then I can only consider myself unlucky." Rong Zhuo smiled helplessly, "There are so many people in this world, how could it be so coincidental that I met someone from here?" I like it everywhere? We have endless things to say when we are together, and we will always think about each other when we are apart. He can see the advantages in me that others can't see, and I can appreciate him..."

In the middle of Rong Zhuo's speech, he realized that Yu Jingdu was staring at him seriously, and couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"I'm just talking nonsense. I'm still young, so don't worry about these things..."

He said he was not in a hurry, but the tips of his ears turned red involuntarily.

Yu Jingdu's eyes lingered on his reddened ear tips for a moment, and there was an indulgent smile in his eyes.

"Put this on too." Yu Jingdu helped him put on his clothes and tied up his hair, then took out the cloak to help him put it on, and put the cap of the cloak on him.In this way, Rong Zhuo's whole body was wrapped in the cloak, only showing a small face, which made people want to tease him.

"Let's go." After Yu Jingdu helped him put on his shoes, he turned around and carried him on his back.

Rong Zhuo only realized that Yu Jingdu planned to carry him all the way down the mountain when he was about to carry himself to the gate of the temple.

"No, you will die of exhaustion." Rong Zhuo said hastily.

"This mountain is not high."

"That's not okay, let me go for a while." Rong Zhuo lay on his back and put his arms around his neck, "I just woke up and felt uncomfortable, but now I'm much better. You let me go by myself, if I'm tired and you carry me on your back."

Seeing that he insisted, Yu Jingdu let him go first.

But after all, he was not at ease, and held Rong Zhuo's hand to prevent him from stepping on the air.

"Qingshi..." Rong Zhuo was led by him, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "I remember you told me last time that you often came to Qingyin Temple when you were young, and you will live here for a long time. Then you and His Royal Highness, did you meet here?"

Yu Jingdu nodded, "He didn't seem to be ten years old when he came to Qingyin Temple. He didn't have many friends in the palace, and he didn't get along with his brothers, and he wasn't welcomed by his father. His sixth uncle hit him off very well and treated him well... Later his sixth uncle came to Qingyin Temple to become a monk, so he would often go here."

"What about his mother?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"His mother and concubine, who was named Concubine Qi later, was a very paranoid person. When she was young, she loved his father and emperor very much. Unfortunately, she was not very pleasing, and she fell in love with someone who didn't know how to appreciate her. Therefore, I have never had a Sacred Heart." Yu Jingdu's tone was flat, as if he was telling a story about a stranger, "As time goes by, love turns into hatred, and grievances turn into illness..."

In Concubine Qi's heart, the young Yu Jingdu did not become her support and comfort, but because of her similar appearance to the emperor, she became Concubine Qi's heart disease.Yu Jingdu still remembered that whenever he went to Concubine Qi's palace when he was young, he would make her lose his temper.

After a long time, he didn't want to make the other party unhappy.

"In those few years, he often came to Qingyin Temple. At the beginning, his father would say a few words, thinking that he didn't study hard, so he didn't care about him later." Yu Jingdu said: "It's been like this for a few years Well, until the news came from the palace that day that Concubine Qi was dead."

Rong Zhuo paused when he heard this, and turned to look at Yu Jingdu.

Yu Jingdu's expression remained calm, showing no emotion.

"It was also autumn that year, and I remember it was also raining heavily." Yu Jingdu said: "He rushed back to the palace in the rain, but unfortunately, before Concubine Qi's funeral was over, he fell ill due to a cold. "

Rong Zhuo asked: "Then the anniversary of Concubine Qi's death is in these few days? His Royal Highness Banquet came to Qingyin Temple to remember his mother?"

"Yeah." Yu Jingdu nodded, "It's today."

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help turning his head to look at Qingyin Temple who was left behind by them.

He thought of His Royal Highness the Banquet King who had participated in the one-day Zen meditation, and felt a little sympathetic in his heart.

He didn't expect that the future emperor would spend his youth like this.

"Before his mother and concubine died of illness, he once sent someone to find his father." Yu Jingdu continued: "At that time, his father was busy with the empress, and he just ignored her when she was having an old problem again... ..."

"Then did he blame himself later?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"Probably because of self-blame." Yu Jingdu sneered, "I blame myself so much that I feel guilty when I see him, so after a long time, I don't want to see this son again. People sent to the border."

Since then, Yu Jingdu has stayed at the border for several years.

The emperor never took the initiative to ask about his situation, not even a question about life and death...

"Until that year, he made great contributions on the battlefield, but also lost most of his life." Yu Jingdu said, "The great victory at the border, the soldiers and the people needed to be appeased, so his good father gave him the title of a prince." Nobility. To be crowned prince without a crown is enough to give him face."

For some reason, Rong Zhuo felt that Yu Jingdu was not in a good mood.

He only thought that the other party was a friend who cared about him, so he squeezed the other party's hand and comforted him: "His Royal Highness Yan Wang must cherish you as a friend very much. You can spend his youth with him, and now you can continue to be a confidant with him." , this may be God's compensation for him."

He didn't know that saying these words not only failed to comfort Yu Jingdu, but actually pierced Yu Jingdu's heart even more.

Because for so many years, Yu Jingdu spent it alone, without a friend like "Qingshi" to accompany and relieve him, he was alone from the beginning to the end.

but……

He turned his head to look at Rong Zhuo beside him, his heart softened a lot.

Maybe he hadn't been able to meet such a person before, but now he did.

Thinking about it this way, Yu Jingdu felt that God did not treat him too kindly.

This is the first time for Yu Jingdu to tell others about this matter, and it seems easier than he imagined.

Or maybe, because the person listening at the side is Rong Zhuo, that's why he finds it easy...

The two went down the mountain together, Rong Zhuo's physical strength was better than expected.

He walked all the way down, but he didn't let Yu Jingdu carry it on his back. He didn't climb onto his back until he got down the mountain.

There is a post station at the foot of the mountain, where the carriages of pilgrims are stored.

If pilgrims want to go up the mountain, they can put the carriage or horse in the post station first, and come back to pick it up after going down the mountain, which is very convenient.

What Rong Zhuo asked Yu Jingdu to carry on his back was the road from the foot of the mountain to the station.

"Do you want to go in a carriage?" Yu Jingdu asked Rong Zhuo, "Leave your horse here first, or have someone send it to Jiangfu."

"It just rained, so the road is not easy to walk?" Rong Zhuo said: "Let's ride the horse, let's just ride slowly, I'm fine."

Yu Jingdu stretched out his hand to touch his forehead again, and saw that he was in better spirits than before, so he agreed to ride the horse.

This time, Yu Jingdu didn't let Rong Zhuo sit in front, but sat behind him, so that he could protect him from the wind when he ran.

"Don't sleep on the road, hold on tight to me." Yu Jingdu said to Rong Zhuo.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo obediently reached out and grabbed the clothes on both sides of his body.

It was dusk at this moment, and the sunset glow after the rain was strong and beautiful, enveloping the two of them in boundless fiery red.

"Qingshi..." Rong Zhuo suddenly called him.

"Uncomfortable?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"No..." Rong Zhuo said, "I just suddenly thought that today is the anniversary of Concubine Qi's death, His Royal Highness Banquet must be very sad? I don't know if there is anyone to comfort him."

Yu Jingdu was startled, and his heart suddenly felt sore, and that sourness was accompanied by a trace of warmth.

This was the first time someone worried that he would be sad on the anniversary of the death of his mother and concubine.

"Want me to accompany him?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"It's not that I want you to accompany him... I just think he's pitiful." Rong Zhuo said.

Before going down the mountain, he didn't know that today is the day of Concubine Qi's death.

If he knew, he would never take away His Royal Highness Banquet's only friend at this time.

What he doesn't know is:

His Royal Highness Banquet King is indeed with the person he cares most about now.

"Qingshi, wait a minute!" Rong Zhuo patted his body with the hand holding his clothes, and then pointed in a direction, "Over there."

Yu Jingdu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw dozens of unknown wild flowers scattered on the ground not far away.

Now it is late autumn, and most of the grass and trees have begun to wither or have withered.

But for some reason, the wildflowers still grow very lushly. Even after such a heavy rain, they have not been completely destroyed, and many of them are still blooming decently.

"Wait for me." Rong Zhuo jumped off the horse and went forward to pick a few flowers.

The flowers are pure white, and the bones are not too big, but they are quite lively when they are put together in a bunch.

Rong Zhuo is quite particular, and deliberately picks a branch far away, so that at a glance, it seems that there are many flowers on the ground, and it does not affect the beauty.

"Okay." Rong Zhuo tied the flowers into a bunch with grass stems, and said to Yu Jingdu: "Didn't the people in the post just now say that they would go up the mountain after nightfall? Let him bring this to His Royal Highness the Banquet King, and say You sent it."

Looking at the flowers in his hand, Yu Jingdu was obviously moved, but besides being moved, he couldn't help feeling a different kind of emotion.

He asked in a tasteful tone that he didn't realize, "How many flowers have you sent?"

"I only sent you off, including this time...just you and him." Rong Zhuo replied obediently.

In this way, both times were given to myself.

Yu Jingdu sighed, he could only suppress the sour thoughts in his heart.

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The author has something to say:

Qingshi: He actually sent the king's flower to the banquet?

Yu Jingdu: Oh, I almost forgot that I am the Banquet King