The boy's stature was already thin, he was wearing slim-fitting clothes, and his slender waist was clearly outlined, which made people want to look at him all the time.

"It was promised that I would come yesterday, but something was delayed later." Rong Zhuo went to insert the rose, and explained to Yu Jingdu, "I will take you to play polo today." The silver was placed on the table in front of Yu Jingdu.

Yu Jingdu stared at him for a while, then asked suspiciously, "You still play polo?"

Xiao Wanqian's body doesn't look like he can play polo no matter what.

He even doubted whether the other party would ride a horse.

"Hehe." Rong Zhuo smiled embarrassedly, "Where's your mask? Put it on, we'll set off now."

Yu Jingdu thought for a while, the sport of polo requires a team, which means that many other people will appear.

And if you can mix with this little dude, you can know who they are without thinking about it.

It stands to reason that his current situation should not join in the fun, but Yu Jingdu finally nodded.

He has been away from the capital for too long, although some people have been helping him collect intelligence, and some people have introduced the situation in the capital to him.

But many things are not as intuitive as hearing others tell them.

This time was just an opportunity for him.

After all, some of the information exchanged between the dudes may not be available to his people.

"Do you have a new mask?" Rong Zhuo looked at the new mask Yu Jingdu took out with a surprised expression.

I don't know what material this mask is made of. The color is similar to the skin color. It can cover the upper half of the face, covering the most easily recognizable eyebrows, nose and cheeks, but the lower half of the face is exposed, so it does not appear Cumbersome, and not as noticeable as that bunny mask.

More importantly, the style of this mask is pretty good.

Dai Yujingdu's face made Rong Zhuo always remember the scenes of masked balls in some movies he had seen.

Yu Jingdu looked like the male protagonist in a ball, with elegant temperament and noble status.

Rong Zhuo couldn't help but sigh, "Blue Stone" is really good temperament.

Rong Zhuo took Yu Jingdu out of the Xun Huan Building.

Sister Hua is much better today, not as surprised as she was yesterday.

On the other hand, Duan Zheng was startled when he saw Yu Jingdu.

"Why do I look at Miansheng, you little servant?" Duan Zheng asked.

"He's not very popular, and he doesn't come out very often. Naturally, you won't see him." Rong Zhuo explained.

Yu Jingdu has now become accustomed to his status as a "little servant", and can't even get angry.

The three of them rode the carriage all the way to the polo field in the suburbs of Beijing.

After getting off the carriage, Duan Zheng took Rong Zhuo and Yu Jingdu to a shed that was temporarily set aside on the sidelines.

The shed is somewhat similar to the sun umbrella in modern society, and it also acts as a sunshade and windshield.

The shed is carpeted, and there is a small table and food on it.

"You rest here first, I'll go see if they're here, and I'll introduce you to you later." After Duan Zheng said, he left a servant to take care of him, and went to find someone by himself.

Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Zhuo, who stretched out his hand to squeeze some snacks on the plate, and asked, "You can't play polo?"

"Well, I don't even know how to ride a horse." Rong Zhuo said embarrassedly, "But my cousin said he would teach me in the future."

Yu Jingdu glanced at his strong suit, "Will you be dressed like this without hitting you?"

"I think this dress looks good when I wear it like this." Rong Zhuo said and turned around in front of Yu Jingdu, like a little red bird showing off his feathers, "Don't you think it looks good?"

Yu Jingdu did not expect him to ask so straightforwardly, and secretly said:

This little dude has such a thick skin...

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Yu Jingdu: "Straight Man"

Chapter 7

Rong Zhuo saw that Yu Jingdu just stared at him, neither praising him nor disappointed.

He didn't have any special thoughts about Jingdu, and naturally he wouldn't care about the other party's attitude.

"If you like polo, when my cousin teaches me, I can let him teach you too." Rong Zhuo sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding the preserved fruit on the small table in his hand and sending it to his mouth.

"I'm weak, so I can't learn this." Yu Jingdu said lightly.

"Aren't you in good health?" Rong Zhuo reached out and pinched his arm, "It's tough, tougher than me."

As he spoke, he squeezed his arm again, and realized that his arm could only be described as soft compared to Yu Jingdu.

Yu Jingdu was pinched by him, his body froze for a while, and he resisted the urge to do it.

You know, he has been at the border for too long over the years, and he has developed a habit of many things. Once Jiang Jiyan poked him on the shoulder, almost letting him unload the opponent's arm out of instinct.

"Can you not touch me in the future?" Yu Jingdu said.

He was kind, afraid that he couldn't help but move his hand at someone, and the little dandy's body was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand even one move.

Rong Zhuo mistakenly thought that he was too abrupt. After all, the social distance of the ancients was different from that of modern people, so he hurriedly moved to the side and let himself sit in the farthest corner from Yu Jingdu.

Yu Jingdu opened his mouth to explain, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After a while, Duan Zheng came with a bunch of dandies, and Rong Zhuo looked at them all in bells and whistles, which was exactly the same as Duan Zheng's aesthetic.

The first time everyone saw Duan Zheng taking this beautiful cousin out, they were quite curious, and they all stared at Rong Zhuo, and their gazes towards Yu Jingdu were full of teasing.

There was a young man in a purple robe who seemed to like Rong Zhuo very much, and insisted on staying with Rong Zhuo to talk, but the number of people on the field was just right, and there was a lack of a bad group, so he had to be forcefully pulled away.

"Don't you like them?" Rong Zhuo couldn't help asking when he saw that Yu Jingdu had been silent.