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"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 said that, he subconsciously wanted to squeeze Yu Jingdu's arm, but remembering that the other party had previously said that he would not be allowed to touch it, he took his hand back.
"Qingshi, do you exercise on weekdays?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"Uh." Yu Jingdu lied as usual, "It's okay to be in our business if you're not in good health."
Rong Zhuo heard the words and followed his words, and immediately understood the meaning of the words.
He heard that some of the guests who often come to Hualou are quite capable of tossing people.
Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo blushed first.
"Don't worry, with me here, you won't have to deal with those people in the future." Rong Zhuo patted Yu Jingdu on the back of his hand while he spoke.
The touch was a little hot, and it was easy to separate at the touch, making the back of Yu Jingdu's hand a little itchy.
He subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand with his other hand, and his eyes returned to Xiao Wanqian's face.
"Do you like this place very much?" Yu Jingdu asked him.
"I don't like it very much." Rong Zhuo replied, "Just think of it as an inn."
If you don't like it, you have to come...
Yu Jingdu raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not follow the question, and instead said: "Is this not going to go back to Guozi to study?"
"How did you know that I was studying at Guozixue?" Rong Zhuo was puzzled.
"That day you came wearing the clothes of Guozixue yourself."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Rong Zhuo laughed.
"Don't like reading?" Yu Jingdu asked again.
"What's so good about reading?" Rong Zhuo sighed.
"You can become an official when you study." Yu Jingdu's eyes kept falling on Rong Zhuo's face, observing his expression, "If it goes well, maybe he will become a minister of the humerus in the future and shine on the lintel. You don't want to be an official?"
"Being an official can ask for life for the people, but I'm not smart enough to be an official, so I should leave this opportunity to someone more suitable." Rong Zhuo sighed, "You don't understand, it's not like being an official in this world. It's so easy, and there are only a few who have a bright future."
He leaned back as he spoke, his upper body was lying on the couch, but his legs were still drooping by the couch, "It's great to be a dude who has no worries about food and clothing, I just want to eat, drink and be safe, and I don't want to stand out, nor soaring."
Yu Jingdu frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful look.
"By the way, what time is the beginning of tomorrow?" Rong Zhuo suddenly turned over and sat up and asked.
"It's the seventh day." Yu Jingdu said.
"The seventh day, the eighth day... there are still two days." Rong Zhuo lay down again a little irritably, looking very bad.
Isn't it the ninth day in two days?
The day of the poetry meeting held by the Prince of Yongan Hou.
Xiao Wanqian looked like she 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 guy repaired the door, said hello and closed the door.
"I told you don't tell others, okay?" Rong Zhuo finally couldn't hold back, and sat up again and looked at Yu Jingdu seriously.
Seeing the other person nod his head, he continued: "I have someone I know who wants to invite me to dinner, but there will be someone I hate at the dinner party. That person may still want to be my friend, but I don't want to see him. …”
He didn't even dare to mention Duan Zheng's words, for fear that those people would guess something from it. After all, everyone would soon know that he participated in the poetry party and got to know the prince.
But in Rong Zhuo's view, "Qingshi", a little servant who has been locked up in Xunhuan Tower all day, is impossible to know about these things.
So he confided to the other party, and he was certain that "Qingshi" must not be able to infer other information from his words.
How did he know that Yu Jingdu had already figured out his details?
"Then you can find an excuse to push the dinner." Yu Jingdu suggested.
"No way." Rong Zhuo analyzed him, "Think about it, if that person is determined to make friends with me, if I don't go this time, he may arrange the next time. Will I not 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, but he didn't expect this little dude to think things through so thoroughly.
If the prince really wants to make friends with him, there is indeed a way. If he misses the poetry party, there will be a tea party, a wine party, a banquet...
The so-called long pain is not as good as short pain, Rong Zhuo's choice is a smart one.
"Why do you hate that person? Are you afraid that he will hurt you?" Yu Jingdu asked again.
"I'm afraid he will take a fancy to me." Rong Zhuo said.
Yu Jingdu: …
"It's not what you think, what I mean is... Forget it, you don't understand if you talk too much." Rong Zhuo couldn't help sighing again, his beautiful eyebrows were dyed heavily because of the upcoming poetry meeting. of melancholy.
"I have a way, maybe I can help you." Yu Jingdu said.
Rong Zhuo's eyes lit up, "What method?"
"In the past, if I met people who didn't want to socialize, I would pretend to be drunk and make myself unconscious." Yu Jingdu looked at him, "You know, people who come to this kind of place want to be served. Someone would like to be unconscious?"
"It makes sense, if I get drunk, I can ask three questions afterwards!" Rong Zhuo smiled.
This method sounds outrageous, but it is also in line with his current personality. The so-called addiction to alcoholism, he has done enough for the sex, and he will come back and be addicted to alcohol in front of the prince. At that time, he wants the prince to like him. , I am afraid it is not possible.
That night, Yu Jingdu did not stay in Rong Zhuo's room any longer.
The next day, he told Jiang Jiyan what he said calmly.
"I don't quite understand a bit, how did he know that the prince would go to the poetry festival?" Jiang Jiyan said puzzled: "It stands to reason that there should be not many people in Beijing who know about this."