Little Dandy, He's a Little Good

Seeing that Yu Jingdu kept his expression on his face and did not speak, Rong Zhuo only thought that his words made people unhappy.

When he said that he didn't like men, didn't that mean that the other party liked men?

But "Qingshi" was forced to be helpless as a young lady, he might not really like men in his bones.

So Rong Zhuo felt that what he said was a bit too much, and he tried to explain, "I didn't mean that, don't think too much about it."

Hearing this, Yu Jingdu raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that the red eyes of the little dandy hadn't recovered yet, and he still wanted to coax him.

He thought to himself, the young man's temperament is too good, and he would not say a word that really makes people unhappy on weekdays.Even though she was hurt so badly today, she couldn't help complaining to him a few words, her tone was not too angry, it was so soft that she seemed to be acting like a baby.

"I know." Yu Jingdu helped him paint the wound on his forehead, and motioned for him to roll up his trouser legs.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly rolled up the trousers of the injured leg, revealing a well-proportioned white calf and bruised knee.

When he fell to the ground just now, he knocked, and his knee was slightly broken.

The wound itself was not too serious, but when it fell on Rong Zhuo's white porcelain legs, it was particularly eye-catching.

Yu Jingdu knew that he was afraid of pain, so he relaxed his strength this time.Rong Zhuo was probably a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips tightly and didn't make another sound, but his hands were nervously clutching the bed sheet beside him, as if trying to restrain himself.

"It still hurts?" Yu Jingdu looked up at him.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly shook his head, his nervous look looked pitiful.

Yu Jingdu slandered that this little dude was really squeamish, but he couldn't help blowing on the wound on the boy's knee.

A numb and itchy feeling came from the wound, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but froze, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You don't have to do this." Rong Zhuo said.

"No need?" Yu Jingdu asked him pretending to be puzzled.

Rong Zhuo avoided his gaze, "I'm not a child...you don't need to brag."

"It's not a child who can still cry..." Yu Jingdu didn't give him any face.

"I didn't cry!" Rong Zhuo retorted.

Yu Jingdu raised an eyebrow at him, noncommittal.

Rong Zhuo wanted to argue a few more words, saying that his wet eyes were just some kind of physiological reaction caused by the pain in his body, which was not the same as crying at all!

But before he could speak, a guy came outside.

The clerk, tool in hand, was here to fix the door for him.

Just now, Yu Jingdu's kick broke the door bolt inside...

"Hey..." Rong Zhuo's attention was quickly diverted, and he looked at Yu Jingdu, "I didn't expect you to be so strong!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to squeeze Yu Jingdu's arm, but remembering that the other party said that he would not let him touch it, he took his hand back again.

"Qingshi, do you exercise on weekdays?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"Uh." Yu Jingdu lied as usual, "If you're in our line of work, you can't be in good health."

Rong Zhuo heard what he said and thought about it, and immediately understood the meaning of the words.

He heard that some of the guests who often come to the flower building are quite capable of tossing people, sometimes they will toss for a whole night after taking medicine...

Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo himself blushed.

"Don't worry, with me here, you don't have to deal with those people anymore." Rong Zhuo patted Yu Jingdu on the back of his hand as he spoke.

The touch was a little warm, and it was instantly broken when touched, making the back of Yu Jingdu's hands a little itchy.

Subconsciously, he gently stroked the back of his hand with the other hand, and then returned his gaze to the little dandy's face.

"Do you like this place very much?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"I don't like it very much." Rong Zhuo replied, "Take it as an inn."

If you don't like it, you have to come...

Yu Jingdu raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't follow the question and asked instead: "So you don't plan to go back to Guozi to study again?"

"How do you know I'm studying at Guozixue?" Rong Zhuo was puzzled.

"That day you came wearing Guozixue's clothes."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Rong Zhuo laughed.

"Don't like reading?" Yu Jingdu asked again.

"What good is reading?" Rong Zhuo sighed.

"You can become an official by studying." Yu Jingdu kept his eyes on Rong Zhuo's face, observing his expression, "If it goes well, maybe in the future you can become a minister of the humerus and shine in the family. You don't want to be an official?"

"As an official, you can plead for the people, but I'm not smart enough. I'm not qualified to be an official. Let's leave this opportunity to more suitable people." Rong Zhuo sighed, "You don't understand, being an official in this world is not a good idea." It’s so easy, and those who can have a bright future are, after all, a minority.”

As he spoke, he leaned back, lying on the couch with his upper body, but his legs were still drooping on the side of the couch, "It's great to be a dandy with no worries about food and clothing. I just want to eat, drink and be safe. I don't want to be famous, and I don't want Soaring to the top."

Yu Jingdu frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.

"By the way, what time is it tomorrow?" Rong Zhuo suddenly sat up and asked.

"It's the seventh day." Yu Jingdu said.

"The seventh day, the eighth day... There are still two more days." Rong Zhuo lay down again a little irritated, looking in a bad mood.

Isn't it the ninth day of the ninth day in two days?

The day of the poetry meeting held by the prince of Yong'an Hou.

The little dandy looked like he really didn't want to participate.

"What are you worrying about?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"I told you that you don't understand." Rong Zhuo sighed.

At this time, the man repaired the door, said hello, and then closed the door and went out.

"Let me tell you, don't tell others, okay?" Rong Zhuo finally couldn't hold back, sat up again and looked at Yu Jingdu solemnly.

Seeing the other party nodded, he continued: "I have someone I know who wants to invite me to dinner, but there will be someone I hate at the dinner, that person may still want to be friends with me, but I don't want to see him ..."

Even Duan Zheng and the others dared not mention his words, for fear that those people would guess something from it. After all, everyone would soon know that he attended the poetry meeting and met the prince.

But in Rong Zhuo's view, it is impossible for "Qingshi", a young man locked up in the Xunhuan Building all day long, to know these things.

So he confided in the other party, and he was sure that "Qingshi" would not be able to deduce other information from his words.

How did he know that Yu Jingdu had already figured out his own details?

"Then you can find an excuse and postpone the dinner." Yu Jingdu suggested.

"No way." Rong Zhuo analyzed to him, "Think about it, if that person is determined to make friends with me, if I don't go this time, he might arrange next time. Wouldn't I be with anyone in the future? You have to be careful when you eat, for fear of meeting him?"

Yu Jingdu couldn't stop laughing in his heart, he didn't expect this little dude to think things through quite thoroughly.

If the prince really wants to make friends with him, there are indeed ways. If you miss the poetry meeting, there will be tea parties, receptions, banquets...

The so-called long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Rong Zhuo's choice is considered smart.

"Why do you hate that person? Are you afraid that he will hurt you?" Yu Jingdu asked again.

"I'm afraid that he will take a fancy to me." Rong Zhuo said.

Yu Jingdu: ...

"It's not what you think, I mean... Forget it, you won't understand if you talk too much." Rong Zhuo couldn't help sighing again, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were heavily stained by the upcoming poetry meeting melancholy.

"I have a way, maybe it can help you." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo's eyes lit up, "What method?"

"In the past, if I met someone who didn't want to socialize, I would pretend to be drunk and make myself unconscious." Yu Jingdu looked at him, "You also know that people who come to this kind of place want to be served by others. Would anyone like to be unconscious?"

"It makes sense, if I pass out drunk, I can ask all kinds of questions afterwards!" Rong Zhuo said with a smile.

This method sounds outrageous, but it is also in line with his current personality, the so-called indulgence in sex, he has already done enough sex, and when he turns around, he will be addicted to alcohol in front of the prince, then he wants the prince to like him , I am afraid it is impossible.

That night, Yu Jingdu did not continue to stay in Rong Zhuo's room.

The next day, he told Jiang Jiyan what he had learned from Rong Zhuo.

"I don't quite understand one thing. How did he know that the prince will go to the poetry meeting?" Jiang Jiyan was puzzled: "It stands to reason that not many people in Beijing know about this."

"There is no impenetrable wall, it doesn't matter how he knows, but right now he clearly doesn't want to make friends with the prince." Yu Jingdu said.

"What does the young master want to do? Do you want to recruit him?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

Yu Jingdu shook his head, denying Jiang Jiyan's proposal.

Firstly, Xiao Wandan's temperament is not suitable for his own use, and secondly, the other party has made it very clear that he doesn't want to go this way.

After all, this is not a good way, Rong Zhuo tried every means to jump out of the prince's pit, but he backhanded the person into his own pit, which is really a bit insincere.

"You can arrange the poetry meeting on the ninth day of the ninth day. I want to go and see the excitement." Yu Jingdu said.

"This is too risky, what if the Fourth Young Master recognizes you?" Jiang Jiyan said.

"Didn't you send the human skin mask last time?"

"But... there are so many people in the poetry club, what if something goes wrong?"

Yu Jingdu said nonchalantly: "You just have to make arrangements. Among the people participating in the poetry meeting, find someone who knows the basics, and I will pretend to be a servant and follow along." He wanted to see himself as a good fourth brother, What kind of people are selected out of thousands of picks.

Of course, he didn't deny that he wanted to see how the little dude would deal with the prince.

Rong Zhuo stayed in Xunhuan Building for another day, and did not return home until the eighth day of the lunar new year.

To his surprise, Father Rong was not at home, which saved him from a catastrophe.

On the ninth day of the lunar new year, Rong Zhuo got up early in the morning to change his outfit, and took Jindouzi to the garden of Yong'an Hou Mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.

On this day he wore a red robe again, a belt inlaid with gold, and a decoration around his waist.It's just that people usually have jade pendants around their waists, but he has two gold rings on them, which jingle when he walks, which really shows off his dandyism.

The most outrageous thing is that he forced Jindouzi to wear a green robe.

Most of the literati who came to participate in the poetry meeting wore more elegant and soft clothes, and few of them were bright red or green.

Only their master and servant, one red and one green, got off the carriage and became the focus of the audience.

Looking at it from a distance, those who didn't know thought that these two people had just been fished out of the dye vat.

The wound on Rong Zhuo's forehead hasn't healed yet, because his skin is fair, so it's obvious.

After the two got out of the carriage and entered the garden, Zhao Shijun, the son of Marquis of Yong'an who was coming towards him, saw the wound on his forehead at a glance.

"Young master Rong is injured?" Zhao Shijun asked with concern.

"Hi." Rong Zhuo raised his voice intentionally: "Didn't I hire a young lady in the Xunhuan Building recently? The little beauty likes to play with me, and I had so much fun that night that I accidentally fell in love with her." The head of the bed knocked."

Rong Zhuo's clear voice sounded at the entrance of the front hall, allowing the surrounding guests to hear it clearly.

After disguising, Yu Jingdu mixed in the crowd, not only listened to all these words, but also had a panoramic view of the little dandy's complacent face.

Yu Jingdu: ...

So... I became a little beauty who likes to make trouble?

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