Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Marry a wife?" Zhao Zeyong raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it?" Rong Kaiji was angry and aggrieved. He put aside his superiority and inferiority, and pointed out bluntly: "The filial piety period of the former empress has passed, and you are older than Youtang. Why don't you rush to start a family? Even if you If you are not in a hurry, the elders must be in a hurry."

"Do you have to marry a wife to be considered a family?" Zhao Zeyong shook his head disapprovingly.

Rong Kaiji replied in astonishment: "Of course."

"I don't think so." Zhao Zeyong retorted calmly, took Rong Youtang's hand, and explained to Rong's father regardless of the other party's struggle: "If the 'wife' could be a man, then this king would have married early in the morning, but The son is an extremely capable pillar of the country, and he must not be misunderstood as a woman! Due to secular prejudice, the two men cannot hold the traditional three-match and six-betrothal ceremony, and because the king is from the royal family, the son has been criticized. The above two Dot, I'm so sorry."

"You mean...?" Rong Kaiji was at a loss.

Zhao Zeyong got up, put his arms around Rong Youtang, and solemnly stated: "In my heart, I regard your son as a partner. I hope you will understand, and don't force him to dare not go home." After a pause, he implied Looking forward to reminding:

"If Mr. Xiaorong dare not come back here, that's okay, Prince Qing's Mansion is waiting for him at any moment."

Why?

Youtang is my son!

Rong Kaiji panicked immediately, and immediately objected: "This is his home! Even, even... In short, how can my son live with someone else's parents!"

Zhao Zeyong exerted more force in his hands, and hugged Rong Youtang tightly, his determined eyes showed that he was not joking.

"Father, Your Highness is joking." Rong Youtang was caught in the middle, very embarrassed, and tried his best to smooth things over: "Think about it, I always go home whenever I have time, and rarely spend the night outside. Nothing compares to your own kennel!"

Zhao Zeyong frowned, rather dissatisfied, but said nothing.

"That's right. It's not like we don't have a home. You're always running outside, asking the neighbors to talk behind their backs!" Rong Kaiji was a little relieved, and said firmly: "The grassroots probably understand what His Highness means, but they don't dare I agree. Although you are a prince, you still have your majesty, uncles and other elders on your head. How can you decide on lifelong affairs privately? If an imperial decree grants marriage, can you resist the decree? It will not be my family Youtang who will be delayed !"

"There is no basis for what you say, and people's hearts can be seen over time. You should take good care of your body and wait to see what will happen in the future." Zhao Zeyong was calm and dignified, not rushing or impatient, let alone boasting, and said politely: "Last night's palace banquet , Master Xiao Rong drank too much and urgently needs to rest, excuse me." After speaking, he gently pushed Rong Youtang, and the two walked out side by side.

"Huh?" Rong Kaiji was taken aback for a while, completely unable to understand the young man's wayward and bold ideas.

Feeling guilty, Rong Youtang grabbed the door frame and leaned in to comfort him: "Father, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. Don't be angry. If you are really angry, hit me with a board. I know I was wrong——"

"A big mistake has been made." Zhao Zeyong interrupted calmly, and said solemnly: "I can't change it, I can only make the mistake and make the mistake. Please bear with me."

One of you is a prince, the other is a servant of the household department. You are both very clever. Why did you go astray in Longyang?

Besides, what's the use of me taking care of it alone?You don't consider other people?

"You, you are simply, simply...too ridiculous!" Rong Kaiji had a dark face, puzzled, helpless, suffering from a severe headache, looking away from seeing and not worrying, sat down heavily, and exhorted wearily: " If you are tired, go to rest, stay away from each other, don't be too public, and be careful that outsiders bump into gossip."

"That's right." Zhao Zeyong agreed, but he didn't let go, and easily dragged away the person who grabbed the door frame.

Rong Youtang was almost dragged away, staggered, and protested in a low voice: "Your Highness, let go, I will go by myself."

In the next moment, the two of them ran into the confused butler head-on. The latter opened his mouth and stared at the "hands-on" King Qing with wide eyes.

"Excuse me." Zhao Zeyong raised his hand as if nothing had happened, and calmly ordered: "Your master is in the study, go and serve him."

Li Shun hurriedly withdrew his gaze from looking at King Qing, turned his head cautiously, and asked with concern: "Master, are you... having a hangover? Do you need to ask the doctor to take a look?"

Rong Youtang was dizzy, nodded simply, and hurriedly urged: "I'm fine, just take a rest, the master is in the study, he said he wants to drink calming soup."

"Anshen Soup?" Li Shun couldn't think of how profound it was for a moment, and answered respectfully, "Young Master, rest assured, I'll ask the kitchen to make soup right away."

Rong Youtang was a little relieved, and was led back to the room by King Qing all the way, fell into the mattress pile, and cried out sadly:

"Ugh--!"

"Why are you sighing? The sky is falling, and I will bear it. You can rest assured to sleep." Zhao Zeyong looked calm, first stuffed the person into the bed, then washed, drank tea, and undressed, in an orderly manner, as comfortable as in the palace.

Suddenly there was another person on the bed, Rong Youtang, who was lying on his stomach in deep thought, hurriedly raised his head, and said hesitantly, "Your Highness, are you...?"

"Very sleepy, rest for a while." Zhao Zeyong put down the thick cotton tent, and the bed was suddenly dark. As soon as he lay down under the covers, he immediately hugged the person lying on his stomach, and gently rubbed his back again , said in a low voice: "It's better to be clear, from now on you don't have to work hard to hide from Rong Lao, be frank and frank, are you happy?"

In the ear is the sound of Qing Wang's steady and powerful heartbeat, which are close to each other and warm.Rong Youtang thought for a while, and murmured: "My father is so angry, how can I be happy? However, I am really relieved. After all, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. It is impossible for me to hide it from him all my life."

"It's normal to find it difficult to accept for the time being. I hope he can figure it out as soon as possible, and at the same time hope that the emperor will let us go." Zhao Zeyong comforted.

Your royal father is my majesty.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

Rong Youtang was secretly worried, but when he changed his mind, he took pleasure in bitterness, and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, for many years, we have avoided getting married in every possible way, are you like a pair of rascals?"

"I have wronged you." Zhao Zeyong apologized and felt distressed.

"Hey, why are you wronged? I'm not the only one being criticized. You are the same. Fortunately, outsiders dare not point fingers in front of us." Rong Youtang sighed openly.

"People in the world tend to bully the weak and fear the strong." Zhao Zeyong encouraged without fear, "Rumors stop at the strong. As long as you and I are strong enough, the rumors will disappear one day!"

"Are you bullying others?" Rong Youtang seemed heartless and cheerful.

"That's not the case, I just want to keep my ears quiet." Zhao Zeyong bowed his head, kissed the other party's forehead, and solemnly promised: "I can't let you be wronged all the time. No one but my father can do anything about my king's private affairs." No right to intervene!"

The surroundings are quiet, the body temperature blends comfortably and comfortably, the sleepy Rong Youtang has heavy eyelids, and his upper body is lying on King Qing's chest, earnestly reminding: "Your Highness, please do not disobey Your Majesty, it is a crime of superiority and disrespect, beware of being attacked by a crowd .”

"Don't be afraid, this king has a measure."

"Your Highness..." Do you want to be the emperor?

"Huh?" Zhao Zeyong's voice was deep and deep, full of masculine heroism.

"I'm sleepy." For some reason, Rong Youtang couldn't ask the question of "inheriting the throne".

"Go to sleep, I know you were tired last night." Zhao Zeyong said with a smile.

Rong Youtang pretended not to hear, he lay on his stomach, struggled a few times, and then lay on his side.Taking advantage of the situation, King Qing hugged the man into his arms. Unable to control himself, he reached into the man's underwear and stroked the moist and delicate skin on his lower back. He tried his best to restrain himself and did not continue to explore.

After talking in whispers for a while, they faced each other and fell asleep, their hair messy and intertwined, inseparable.

In a few days, the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month arrived.

The emperor's birthday is called Longevity Festival, which is celebrated everywhere.

On this day, the court officials rested and celebrated the birthday of Emperor Chengtian. Lanterns and festoons were decorated everywhere in the palace. The banquet and opera will continue until late at night.

It was the first time for Rong Youtang to stay in Beijing. This was the first time that he, as an important minister, followed the footsteps of Emperor Chengtian from many palaces and participated in various parts of the birthday banquet. When he sat down to listen to the opera at night, his waist and legs were sore!

At this moment, the Ninth Prince Zhao Ze'an was wearing a formal attire, lean and tall, with a heroic air, standing respectfully in front of the dragon chair above, joking with his father:

"Where!" The young man was in the period of voice change, his voice was a little hoarse and rough, and he said embarrassedly: "I know that calligraphy is far inferior to your brothers, so I dare to show my shame this time, and I beg my father to only adopt the meaning of 'blessings and longevity'" Bar."

"The brush strokes are still immature, and still need to study hard." Emperor Chengtian commented majesticly, smiling and watching a picture of a golden dragon treading clouds cleverly composed of many Chinese characters "Fu" and "Shou", he was obviously very satisfied.

"Yes."

"Although there are deficiencies, it can be seen that you put your heart into it, which is very good." Emperor Chengtian raised his hand, and the Ninth Prince lowered his head skillfully, letting his father pat his head.

Emperor Chengtian never concealed his love for his youngest son. After enjoying the family happiness, he glanced down at the eldest son and second son who got along with each other indifferently, and ordered solemnly: "Minheng and Minyu will follow your second emperor after a while. My brother has gone to Guangnan, I know you are on good terms with each other, go talk to the emperor and grandson."

"My son obeys the order." Zhao Ze'an Cheng smiled, his words and deeds were very decent, and he went to chat with his nephews according to his words.

——King Guangping, who was near under the dragon chair, heard it clearly, his face froze for a moment, unable to hide his anxiety and gloom, he suppressed his grief and anger, and tried his best to calm down.

Hmph, don't say morning and evening, even if you wash your father's feet every day, you still have to return to the fief!The eldest prince next to him was secretly proud, sniggered comfortably, raised his glass with a spring breeze on his face, and said, "It's a rare meeting, brother Xiang, come, let me offer you another toast!"

King Guangping had no expression on his face, he clinked glasses with his elder brother hastily, and drank it down with his neck raised.

——King Guangping guards the fief according to the law, but I don't know when His Majesty will order him to leave Beijing, whether it is a year ago or a year later?

Rong Youtang's ears were sharp, and he could hear [-]% to [-]% clearly, and after a little thought, he understood. He was inexplicably uneasy, and quietly glanced at the grand banquet hall where the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, always feeling oppressive and uncertain.

Once the Longevity Festival is over, the Spring Festival is just around the corner.

At the end of the year, all the ministries were busy with checking and counting official affairs, especially the household department. Rong Youtang had to find time to accompany his father to inquire about buying a house, and he had to go to another wedding banquet - the imperial decree granted Zhuo Kai to get married years ago.

"Xiao Zhuo is married, and you should go to congratulate him because of love and reason." Rong Kaiji ordered the servant to put the gift box into the carriage, and told his son: "You young people get together, playful and aggressive, and you must drink until you are drunk. , take two more people to follow, and then help you go home."

"Okay." Rong Youtang hastily fastened the belt of his cloak, and with a radiant look, he quickly jumped onto the shaft of the car, turned his head and said, "Father, it's windy outside, go back to the house and rest, there must be a lot of trouble with Leizi and the others here." Don't stay up late waiting for me."

"Understood, go and say congratulations to Xiao Zhuo for me, be careful on the way." Rong Kaiji, who occasionally felt cold, coughed a few times and waved his hands.

"Okay!" Rong Youtang quickly got into the carriage.

However, two quarters of an hour later, the Rong Mansion's carriage was stopped halfway, the little butler Zhang Dong frowned, and lifted the curtain to report: "My lord, His Highness the Seventh Highness welcomes you."

Is it him again? !

Shouldn't you want to make trouble?

The prince ordered, Rong Youtang sighed, had no choice but to get out of the carriage, cheered up and jumped out of the carriage, walked quickly to the spacious and gorgeous cart that was blocking the road, and said in a regular manner: "Your Majesty, Rong Youtang, pay my respects to His Highness the Seventh Highness."

After a while, the curtain of the car was lifted, revealing the unshaven, decadent and emaciated Zhao Zewu, his eyes were bloodshot, unable to lean against the side of the car, his voice was hoarse, and he said without objection:

"Brother Rong, Xiao Zhuo is getting married today, you should do Master Wu a last favor."