Little Dandy, He's a Little Good

Rong Zhuo's foot injury rested for a few more days, and finally he was almost healed.

Seeing that it was time for Guozi Academy to rest again, he made a plan a few days ago, planning to follow Duan Zheng and the others to soak in the hot springs in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing.

After soaking in the hot spring at Jiang Jiyan's home last time, Rong Zhuo couldn't forget it.Later, I learned from Duan Zheng that the family of a dude who played with them also had a Zhuangzi with a hot spring.

Seeing that he liked it, Duan Zheng greeted that person, and made an appointment to take Rong Zhuo there during the break.

Unexpectedly, people are not as good as heaven, and just the day before the rest, things changed.

Ji Xiunian, who has never been very strict, suddenly assigned them "homework" and asked each student to write an essay to bring back after returning home. specific requirements.

Rong Zhuo was caught off guard by this theory, and was stunned.

It may not be difficult for the students of Guozixue to discuss policies, but for a person who does not belong to this era, it is not such a simple matter.

Because for a good policy theory, the writing style is second, and the most important thing is to put forward constructive opinions on the political issues of the dynasty.Rong Zhuo's time in this world is too short, and he didn't have much opportunity to understand the affairs of the court before, so asking him to write policy theory is basically blinding his eyes.

In other words, the difficulty is roughly similar to asking an ancient person who traveled to modern times to write a proposal for the governance of the contemporary network environment.

After school that day, Rong Zhuo didn't bother to go to the Xunhuan Building, and went home directly.

He asked Jindouzi to help him find out all the theories in the study.

In fact, he has read some of these policy theories before, not only the policy theories, he has read many things written by the original owner.But obviously, reading policy theory and being able to write policy theory are not the same thing.

If it is according to his current personality, it is not impossible to write a random copy and hand it in.

But he didn't want to do this, not only because he was afraid of Mr. Ji's scolding, nor because he was afraid that Rong's father would beat him up when he looked back, but because he didn't want to leave too many traces of him on such a real thing.

"My lord, why do you want to read the original theory?" Jin Douzi asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just think these things are well written." Rong Zhuo said with a smile.

He is now so nonsense that he does not care about his reputation because he wants to protect himself and his family.

But when it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to destroy what Rong Zhuo cared about.

Probably because he and the original Rong Zhuo have some kind of wonderful fate in the dark, so since transmigrating the book, he always has a little unclear resonance with the original Rong Zhuo, and he knows what the other party really cares about. what is something.

It is not fame and wealth, not a false name that brought him disaster, only the safety of his family and the articles he writes.

That's why Rong Zhuo didn't want to continue to help Mr. Ji sort out the manuscripts, and he didn't want to express any opinions in Guozixue.

Because of things like articles, as long as you have written them, others will remember them.

No matter how mischievous he is now, in the eyes of Mr. Ji and the others, Rong Zhuo's article still stays in the original impression.

So he didn't know how to write this policy theory.

But if he doesn't write, there will still be new problems.

When the time comes, if he can't submit his proposals, Mr. Ji will definitely ask why.

If he can't give a reasonable explanation, what will Mr. Ji think?

Thinking about it carefully, Father Rong tolerated his nonsense during this time, and most of the credit for it should be attributed to Mr. Ji.At the beginning, I didn't know how Mr. Ji told Rong's father to let him accept his son's nonsense.

So once Mr. Ji becomes suspicious of him, or wants to cooperate with Rong's father to correct his "nonsense", then Rong Zhuo will be completely useless...

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't avoid this policy discussion anyway.

If he had to write, the thing he would have to worry about was how not to write too much about the theory.

It would be best if there was something to this policy theory, but it should not be too noticeable.

That night, Rong Zhuo locked himself in the study and studied the theory all night.

But the more he looked at it, the more tired he became, and he couldn't think of any good solution in the end.

He couldn't help but think, if his body in modern society didn't die but was rescued, and exchanged with Rong Zhuo in the original book, then the other party is probably worrying about the English test at this time, right?

Thinking about it this way, Rong Zhuo couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic with the other party.

"My lord, you haven't slept all night?" Jin Douzi was startled to see him still in the study when he got up in the morning.

"It's dawn?" Rong Zhuo got up and looked outside, and sure enough, it was already bright outside, "Hurry up and get some water for me to wash up."

Jin Douzi didn't know what he was going to do, but he prepared water as he said.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly washed up, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and went out alone.

He went to Zhou Mansion, intending to ask Zhou Feng for help.

When Zhou Feng heard that there was a visitor at home, he didn't think much about it, but when he saw that the visitor was Rong Zhuo, he was immediately taken aback.

Rong Zhuo came here by himself today, without any servants by his side, and when he saw Zhou Feng, he smiled at him, looking quite embarrassed.

"Young Master Rong, why are you here?" Zhou Feng asked.

"I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No, come in quickly." Zhou Feng enthusiastically led him in, and directly led him into his study.

According to the rules, one usually has to go to the front hall of the house when receiving guests. The reason why Zhou Feng led people into the study room was because he was afraid that Rong Zhuo would reveal his secrets by mentioning "Da Zhuang" in front of others.

After all, the people in his mansion didn't know there was a servant named Da Zhuang in the Zhou mansion.

"Young Master Rong, sit down first, and I'll tell them to make a pot of tea." Zhou Feng arranged for him to sit down, and hurried out of the study.

He found his servant, gave him some instructions, and then went back.

"Why didn't you see Da Zhuang?" Rong Zhuo asked casually.

"He went out to do something for me, but he hasn't come back yet." Zhou Feng said.

"Oh...Brother Zhou, I have something to trouble you this time." Rong Zhuo scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and said bravely: "I haven't written a policy theory for a long time, and I don't know how to start. I have a baby, and I want to come to you to discuss it."

"Young Master Rong, you are too polite. You are the best writer in our Imperial Academy." Zhou Feng said.

Rong Zhuo forced a smile, complaining bitterly in his heart.

"Brother Zhou, would you believe me if I told you that my mind is not working well recently?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"Hahaha." Zhou Feng laughed dryly, he suspected that Young Master Rong wanted to be some kind of monster again today.

the other side.

The spies arranged by Yu Jingdu immediately entered the palace after receiving Zhou Feng's message.

Li Feng just came out of Yu Jingdu's bedroom, when he saw the spies coming to report, he stopped him.

His Highness has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and he ordered not to bother him with irrelevant things, so Li Feng had to make sure that this matter was considered insignificant.

"Young Master Rong?" Li Feng felt dizzy when he heard these words.

That day their highness dropped a good white porcelain cup, but it made Li Feng's heart ache.

So after learning that it was Rong Zhuo's matter today, Li Feng was a little undecided.

Say it?I'm afraid that His Highness will be angry again and break his body.

Don't tell me?I was afraid of delaying things.

In the end Li Feng hesitated again and again, but decided to tell Yu Jingdu about it.

"Your Highness?" After Li Feng entered the hall, he first moved the teacup and inkstone away from Yu Jingdu's hand, and asked cautiously, "Have you taken your medicine today?"

Seeing his appearance, Yu Jingdu frowned, and said impatiently, "Say."

"Your Highness." Li Feng said as if death was at home: "Zhou Feng sent a message to the spies, saying... that person has gone to his house."

"Which person?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"It's that...ahem...Young Master Rong."

Yu Jingdu frowned, just when Li Feng thought he was going to lose his temper again, Yu Jingdu stood up suddenly.

But he soon realized something, and sat down uncomfortably, as if trying to hide some emotion.

Seeing his performance, Li Feng was immediately confused.

His Royal Highness doesn't seem to be angry, but why does he seem to be a little too concerned?

"Your Highness?" Li Feng asked.

"What... what did he go to Zhou Feng's house for?" Yu Jingdu asked seemingly unintentionally.

"The person who sent the message didn't say anything, only that Young Master Rong went to the Zhou Mansion, and he went there alone." Li Feng said.

"Alone? Without a servant?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"Yes." Li Feng said.

Yu Jingdu raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but Li Feng felt that His Highness's mood seemed to improve instantly.

After half an hour.

Rong Zhuo lay on Zhou Feng's desk, drowsy.

Zhou Feng was talking to him about the idea of ​​policy theory, but when he turned his head, the young master couldn't open his eyes anymore.

"My lord, the tea you want." A low voice came from outside.

Zhou Feng seemed to be pardoned, he hurriedly went to open the door, and saw "Da Zhuang" standing at the door, holding a plate of snacks in his hand.

In fact, even if Yu Jingdu didn't come, Zhou Feng could still prevaricate.

But Zhou Feng didn't dare to make his own opinion about Young Master Rong.

He had a feeling that no matter what their highnesses said, it was undeniable that Young Master Rong was special to their highnesses.Therefore, Zhou Feng will not be smart about Rong Zhuo, in other words, he should pass on the word, and it is up to their Highness to decide whether to come or not.

Zhou Feng hurriedly took the plate of dim sum and let the person into the room.

As soon as Yu Jingdu entered the room, what he saw was the sleepy Rong Zhuo smiling at him.

Xiao Wandan's pretty face was also slightly imprinted by his sleeves, which looked a little cute.

At this moment, he probably just heard the noise and was woken up. When he looked at the person, there was an unguarded smile in his eyes.

"Da Zhuang, have you returned from an errand?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"En." Yu Jingdu stood beside Zhou Feng and didn't say much.

"It's autumn and you're still sweating so much? Are you tired from traveling?" Rong Zhuo said, taking out a handkerchief and handing it to him, motioning him to wipe the sweat off his forehead.Yu Jingdu subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but froze in place after seeing the handkerchief.

The handkerchief Xiao Wandan handed him was embroidered with three water patterns, it was the one that he borrowed from him when they met on the first day.

What he didn't expect was that the other party was still wearing this handkerchief after such a long time.

Yu Jingdu used to dislike this handkerchief very much, just because the handkerchief must have been stained with something from a dandy at the time, even though the other party emphasized afterward that it had been washed many times and it was very clean, Yu Jingdu still hated it at the time. of.

But seeing this handkerchief again today, the feeling in Yu Jingdu's heart changed.

Sour, astringent, and a bit inexplicable taste.

"Thank you, Young Master Rong." Yu Jingdu symbolically touched his forehead with a handkerchief.

He was wearing the diaper, but he didn't sweat much, the only few drops of sweat fell spontaneously.

There was a familiar light fragrance on the handkerchief, which was the smell of the little dandy.

"I used it dirty, after I wash it, return it to Young Master Rong." Yu Jingdu said.

His deliberately lowered voice sounded deeper than usual, so he couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

"Okay." Rong Zhuo glanced at him, "But don't lose it for me, I quite like this handkerchief."

Yu Jingdu agreed, but couldn't help thinking, "I like you so much, why don't you give it to others?"

Although this other person is himself, he still feels a little unhappy when he thinks that the little dandy is so unguarded towards others.

"You haven't been to Guozixue for the past few days, and I still miss you." Rong Zhuo picked up a snack and said in a half-joking tone.

Yu Jingdu stared at him for a while, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "I heard that Young Master Rong has changed his side?"

"You mean sapphire?" Rong Zhuo said, "He's not my servant."

Yu Jingdu's eyebrows twitched, and he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Isn't it a servant?"

"That's right, he's my friend." Rong Zhuo smiled at him, his brows and eyes curved into a very moving arc, "I'll introduce you someday, maybe you'll like him."

Yu Jingdu was noncommittal, with an elusive look in his eyes.

Zhou Feng on the side was breaking out in a cold sweat when he heard it, thinking that this young master Rong is really the one who can't open the pot and which pot to carry!

"That..." Zhou Feng turned his head to Yu Jingdu and said, "Young Master Rong came to me today to discuss strategies, if you have nothing to do, you might as well follow along to discuss."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Rong Zhuo again, "Da Zhuang has read books before, and he is very insightful in many things."

"Really?" Rong Zhuo was surprised: "I looked at him as if he was hiding something."

While talking, a servant outside called Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng greeted the two of them and went out first.

Rong Zhuo didn't discriminate against Zhou Feng at all, and pushed the two pages of paper he had sorted out in front of Jing Du, which meant to let him have a look.

Yu Jingdu hesitated for a while, and picked up the two pages that Rong Zhuo pushed to him.

Those were some key points that Rong Zhuo said when he listened to Zhou Fengchao's lecture on strategies, and Rong Zhuo wrote them down like taking notes in class.

It's a pity that Xiao Wandan was quite serious at the beginning, but the words at the end became crooked, as if he wrote it while falling asleep.

"Young Master Rong was not very good at writing policy theory in the past?" Yu Jingdu was puzzled, "Why do you want to find someone to discuss it now?"

Rong Zhuo smiled awkwardly, pointed to his head and said: "Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

Yu Jingdu looked at the things that were too elementary on the paper, and thought to himself that this is too retreating, right?

Rong Zhuo probably wanted to find a reasonable reason for himself to explain why he had changed from a top student in Guozixue to a person who couldn't even write a theory, so he took a deep breath and said: "I used to always I heard people say that young people should not indulge in wine and sex, I didn't believe it at the time, but now I believe it."

He said with a remorseful expression on his face, and said to "Da Zhuang" earnestly, "Da Zhuang, listen to my advice, don't learn from me. At a young age, I was nostalgic for the gentle country, and my energy and energy were drained." , the head is also empty, and now I can’t even write a policy theory, it’s sad.”

Yu Jingdu: ...

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Yu Jingdu: I just like to see you bragging in a serious manner