Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"What are you doing back?" Zhao Zeyong asked, his eyes sparkling.

Rong Youtang didn't answer, summoned up his courage, took a breath slowly, and stepped closer to the other party.

Two feet, one foot, eight feet, five feet, three feet...

Rong Youtang stood still, his four eyes met for a moment, he bent down and lowered his head, supported King Qing's shoulders with both hands, lowered his lips, and carefully kissed his forehead, between the eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose, and finally when his lips and tongue touched, he burst into tears. The courage he had raised up was exhausted, he hesitated and paused, and when he was thinking anxiously, a solid arm was crossed across his back, and he brazenly tightened it!

"Ah!" Rong Youtang was suddenly dragged and hugged, his feet flew into the air, he screamed in fright, swung his hands instinctively, and hastily grabbed the back of the chair.

Zhao Zeyong was breathing heavily, and his nose seemed to be hot. He hugged his left hand tightly, and couldn't stop rubbing the back of the person in his arms with his right palm. He said intently, "Aren't you going home? Huh?"

"I—" Rong Youtang was at a loss for words, the skin on his back was sore from being rubbed, and he subconsciously moved forward.Just now, he had already walked to the gate of the courtyard, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the figure of Prince Qing sitting alone was lonely, and he couldn't help it.

"What are you?" Zhao Zeyong got up with the person in his arms, and strode away, bypassing the screen and Duobaojing Pavilion.

A simple couch was set up in the study room for Prince Qing to rest and refresh himself after dealing with official duties.At this moment, only a poke lamp was lit in the corner of the room, and it was dim and quiet.

Holding the man in his arms, King Qing walked swiftly like the wind, smashing open the soft and hanging curtains one after another along the road.

"Your Highness—my eyes!" Rong Youtang covered his left eye in pain. He was caught off guard by the undulating layers of curtains. People are already lying on their backs on the bed!Immediately afterwards, King Qing leaned over and pressed down, his strong body was very heavy, making it difficult for him to breathe instantly.

"What's wrong with the eyes?" Zhao Zeyong asked in a whisper, and kissed the eyelids of the servants one by one.

"It was scratched by the curtain." Rong Youtang told softly, and moved with great effort, but was pressed firmly into the mattress, so he had to stay still for a while.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Zeyong kissed and kissed reassuringly.

Rong Youtang shook his head: "It's okay, it's over, it doesn't hurt."

Zhao Zeyong stopped talking, and began to bury his head in sucking kisses, wantonly exploring deeply, a pair of figures overlapped, and strange water sounds could be heard from time to time between the charming kisses.

The outer robe, the jacket, the middle coat... were peeled off one by one. In the cold winter night, the other party's body was strong and hot, which made Rong Youtang's mouth dry and his heart beating wildly. He reminded in a low voice:

"Your Highness, take it easy, don't ruin my clothes, I have to go home in them."

"You still want to go home?!" Zhao Zeyong couldn't believe it.

Rong Youtang explained earnestly: "If I don't return home at night on the first day back to Beijing, my father must be very disappointed."

Zhao Zeyong paused with his hands, with a straight face, and then he couldn't tell what fire was burning in his body, so he simply exerted his strength, and there were several "chucks" in the bed, mixed with futile obstructions, and in a blink of an eye, the torn underwear The underpants were thrown away casually, and a corner of the white cloth fell off the pedal, wanting to fall but not falling.

Then, someone in the tent begged for mercy vaguely, struggling until the bedding and bed made muffled noises, a white and slightly thin foot suddenly kicked open the gauze curtain, curled up with toes, trembling violently, kicked a few times indiscriminately, Then he was grabbed into bed, panting for a long time.

……

On the first day Rong Youtang returned to Beijing to report on his duties, he did not return home by carriage until Zishi.

The carriage moved forward steadily, the wheels rattled and swayed, and the two people who liked each other stood side by side, making one drowsy.

Zhao Zeyong was in a great mood, bowed his head and kissed the other person's forehead, threatening: "Wake up, your house is here, and you will go back to the palace immediately if you don't get out of the car."

"Next, I'm going!" Rong Youtang hurriedly opened his eyes, tired and drowsy, he slowly straightened his rumpled robes, and said: "Thank you for your escort, I can't repay you, I just ask you to be careful on the way back. "

"No reward? In fact, you can escort the king back to the mansion." Zhao Zeyong proposed solemnly.

"You send me off, I'll send you off again? Sorry, this time is too late, I will go out to visit relatives and friends tomorrow morning, next time, I will definitely escort you, no matter how many times!" Rong Youtang couldn't help laughing, bowed his head and stretched his neckline, He murmured, "Look, you tore another set of clothes from me, and it would be a shame to be questioned when I go back."

"It's okay, you can tell me frankly."

"That can't be done! My father is old and can't help being excited."

Rong Youtang hurriedly shook his head, he quickly jumped out of the carriage, pointed his head and said goodbye: "Your Highness, I'm going in, be careful on the way, just rest when you get back, don't always stay up late."

Zhao Zeyong nodded, his eyes were full of smiles, and he urged with concern: "Master Xiaorong, go back quickly, lest you be reprimanded by your father for hitting the board."

Rong Youtang suppressed a smile, and retorted seriously: "I am so old, my father stopped playing the board early in the morning, and only taught orally."

"If he is so angry that he loses his mind and wants to make a move, remember to move this king out in time to block him, and tell him that this king forcibly detained you." Zhao Zeyong urged earnestly.

Is Your Highness joking?

"Okay!" Rong Youtang agreed with all his mouth, the two were happy, and he was satisfied from the bottom of his heart. Instead, he urged: "Don't delay, you can go back to the palace now, and we will see you someday."

Although it is said that there is no need to be obsessed with each other for a long time, but they have been separated for three years and reunited after a long absence. In addition to ecstasy, they naturally have endless things to say-even if they don't speak, just being with each other makes them happy in their hearts.

It can be said that he was reluctant to leave, and after saying goodbye for a long time, Rong Youtang stepped into the house under the watchful eyes of the other party, walking briskly all the way, until he saw the light in his adoptive father's study from a distance, the excitement gradually subsided:

Oops!

Dad hasn't rested yet?Are you waiting for me?

"Dongzi, master hasn't slept yet?" Rong Youtang asked.

The servant Zhang Dong replied: "Master and the housekeeper have been busy all night discussing and packing presents in the study."

Rong Youtang immediately felt guilty, waved the boy back, stood alone in the yard, touched his nose, and then quietly looked at his clothes, suspicious, and walked slowly to the study for a long while, just when he stood still, he heard a sigh coming from the room :

"Ugh."

"Master, you can go rest at ease, I will wait for the young master, he will not break his promise as he said before going out." Li Shun, the housekeeper, was so busy that he didn't even lift his head.

"How can I be relieved? Raising a child who is a hundred years old will cause 99 years of worry." Rong Kaiji sighed sincerely, put down his book, and pinched the space between his brows.

"Our young master is extraordinary, even His Majesty praises his ability, you don't have to worry about it." Li Shun yawned, stacked several gift boxes neatly, clapped his hands, and said: "Okay! Master, please take a look, these The gift box can be carried by the young master directly to visit relatives and friends."

Rong Kaiji thumped his back, glanced over a few times, and said with satisfaction: "Very well, thank you for your hard work. When my brother comes back, ask him about his itinerary, see whether he will take a day off or start visiting relatives and friends tomorrow morning. I have been away from Beijing for three years, and my relatives and friends never forget to send gifts and greetings during the festivals, which is rare, and Youtang should thank you face to face because of love and reason."

Blame me for being late...

Rong Youtang who was outside the door was extremely ashamed when he heard that, he hurriedly knocked on the door, and respectfully said: "Father, I'm back."

"Oh?"

Rong Kaiji laughed immediately, Li Shun hurriedly opened the door, and greeted: "Young master, come in and warm up, it's snowing outside, it's so cold."

"Tang'er, did the imperial prelude go well? When did you leave the palace? Why did you come home so late?" Rong Kaiji stepped forward and asked incessantly, reaching out to take his son's cloak.

Rong Youtang hurriedly avoided, placed the cloak by himself, chose to omit a section, and replied carefully: "Don't worry, the report to the palace went smoothly. I went to the Qing Palace to pay my respects to His Highness. I had dinner, drank and chatted, so I came back late."

"I see."

Rong Kaiji believed his son's words were true, he felt much relieved when he heard that the Ninth Prince and Guo Da were present, stepped on his feet to wipe off the snowflakes falling on his head, and said with a gratified smile: "In our family, you are the tallest!"

"Really?" Rong Youtang smiled, and walked to the washstand, ready to wash his hands - but just rolled up his sleeves, but found a few red and purple fingerprints on the wrist of his right hand, which were very conspicuous!

Your Highness is really trying too hard...

Rong Youtang felt guilty for a while, quickly put down his sleeves to cover up, and hastily washed his hands with water.

"The salute is ready, what is your arrangement? Remember, first you should visit Yan's house. Uncle Shi has already retired to take care of his life. After winter, he fell ill. It was a bit dangerous. Fortunately, he was well nursed, but he was still bedridden. well."

Recalling the Yan family's frequent helping hands when the family was in trouble, Rong Youtang immediately agreed with worry: "Okay! Your Majesty has granted a few days off. I will go to Yan's house tomorrow morning, uncle's house in the afternoon, and master's house the day after tomorrow. Other important friends also get together."

"Exactly."

Rong Youtang took the boiling water from the butler, thought for a while, patted his forehead and said: "Oh, yes, I have to go to the Dingbeihou's Mansion! Please help prepare a gift for General Guo's young master, I hugged the baby tonight, but didn't show any sign, I'm so embarrassed."

"Really?" Rong Kaiji's eyes lit up, he was immediately excited, and said: "That year when you were not at home, General Guo married the daughter of Dali Siqing. How old are you?"

"More than seven months." Rong Youtang held the baby for the first time, and found it quite interesting, and told with gestures with both hands: "He was born fat and white, his little arms and legs are very strong, he stepped on my belly and jumped non-stop. Very lively."

"That's right, children are the continuation of the family blood, and they are all lovely." Rong Kaiji taught meaningfully.

Uh?

Rong Youtang's intuition was not good, he stared with bated breath, raised his head to look more closely, made a quick decision, and earnestly reminded: "Father, it's past midnight, please rest, don't stay up too late, it's important to take good care of your body."

"I--"

Rong Kaiji breathed a sigh of relief, full of thousands of words, but his son had just returned home and it was already three o'clock, so it was really inconvenient, so he frowned with his hands behind his back, nodded and said: "Well, go back to the house, you can sleep more tomorrow morning Son, wait for me to call you."

"Thank you dad!" Rong Youtang bowed gratefully, and respectfully served his adoptive father to lie down and rest.

After half a month, the twelfth lunar month is approaching, and the flavor of the new year is getting stronger.

Rong Youtang finished visiting relatives and friends. Although he is a local magistrate, he also holds an official position in the Imperial Academy. Emperor Chengtian allowed him to attend the early court.

This morning, the goose feathers were flying all over the sky, and the dripping water turned into ice. Fortunately, the Golden Palace had a wall of fire and an earth dragon. Otherwise, all the civil and military officials would stand for an hour, and the young could bear it, but the old could not.

"The Marquis of Pingnan worked hard for half his life. It can be said that he has dedicated his life to death. He has no choice but to live for a certain number of days. Even if I send an imperial doctor, there is no way to recover. The court is deeply saddened by the loss of a veteran."

"My emperor is sage and kind, which is really my great blessing."

"Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body."

……

Rong Youtang was located at the back of the queue, with a straight and well-behaved posture, bowing and clasping hands with all his colleagues.

Emperor Chengtian ordered solemnly: "King Guangping is far away in the south, and it will take a while to return to Beijing, Shen Xuan?"

Shen Xuan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, went out and cupped his hands: "My minister is here."

"Pingnan Hougui is the head of the country, and your ministry should be responsible for assisting in all matters related to his funeral, and there must be no mistakes."

"My minister obeys the order." Shen Xuan accepted the order.

Emperor Chengtian nodded and narrowed his eyes, unable to hide his age and fatigue.Seeing this, Li Deying hurried forward to ask for some instructions, and then sang loudly: "Your Majesty has an order: Your lords have something to play, and nothing to leave the court."

The Golden Palace was completely silent.

After a while, Li Deying announced: "Retire!"

Emperor Chengtian left the dragon chair, waved away the eunuch who wanted to help, and walked back to the palace.

"My humble servant sends His Majesty respectfully." Rong Youtang got up, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head and glanced subconsciously:

I saw King Qing wearing a prince's uniform and sitting at the front, talking with the First Prince, Dingbeihou and his son, as well as several important officials.

Rong Youtang glanced twice, and was about to turn around and leave the palace, but was suddenly patted lightly by someone, he turned his head in surprise:

"You come!" Zhou Renlin said with a dark face, ordering the concubine in a whisper