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"There is no airtight wall, it doesn't matter how he knows, but right now he clearly doesn't want to befriend the prince." Yu Jingdu said.
"What does the son want to do? Do you want to recruit him?" Jiang Jiyan asked.
Yu Jingdu shook his head and rejected Jiang Jiyan's proposal.
On the one hand, Xiao Wanqian's temperament is not suitable for taking it for himself, and on the other hand, the other party has made it very clear that he does not want to take this road.
After all, this is not a good way. Rong Zhuo tried every means to jump out of the prince's pit, but he backhanded and pressed people into his own pit, which was really a bit inauthentic.
"You can arrange the poetry meeting of the ninth day, I want to go and see the excitement." Yu Jingdu said.
"It's too risky, what if Fourth Young Master recognizes you?" Jiang Jiyan said.
"Didn't you send a human skin mask last time?"
"But...there are so many people in the poetry club, what if something goes wrong?"
Yu Jingdu said indifferently: "You just have to make arrangements. Among the people participating in the poetry meeting, find someone who knows the truth, and I will disguise as a servant and follow me." He wanted to look at his good fourth brother, Those who are chosen by the thousands are selected.
Of course, he didn't deny it, and he really wanted to see how Xiao Wanqian would deal with the prince.
Rong Zhuo stayed in Xun Huan Building for another day, and didn't return to the mansion until the eighth day of the first day.
To his surprise, Father Rong was not at home, but it allowed him to escape.
On the ninth day of the first day, Rong Zhuo got up early in the morning to change his clothes, and took Jindouzi to the garden of Yongan Houfu in the suburbs of Beijing.
On this day he wore a red robe again, with a gold-encrusted girdle, and ornaments hung around his waist. It's just that people usually have jade pendants on their waists, but he has two gold rings on them, which makes a clanging sound when he walks.
The most outrageous thing is that he forced Jindouzi to wear a green robe.
Most of the literati who came to participate in the poetry meeting wore relatively simple and soft clothes, and there were few bright red and green.
Only their master and servant, one red and one green, became the focus of the audience when they got off the carriage.
From a distance, those who didn't know thought that the two had just been fished out of the dye vat.
The wound on Rong Zhuo's forehead is not yet healed, because his skin is fair, so it looks obvious.
After the two got off the carriage and entered the garden, Zhao Shijun, the prince of Yongan Hou, who was approaching, saw the wound on his forehead at a glance.
"Young Master Rong is injured?" Zhao Shijun asked with concern.
"Hi." Rong Zhuo raised his voice deliberately: "Didn't I recently find a waiter in Xunhuan Building? The little beauty likes to play with me. I was so happy that night, and I accidentally The head of the bed knocked."
Rong Zhuo's clear voice sounded at the entrance of the front hall, allowing the surrounding guests to hear it clearly.
In disguise, Yu Jingdu mixed in with the crowd, not only listening to all these words, but also seeing the smug look on Xiao Wanqin's face.
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So...you have become a little beauty who likes to make trouble?
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Chapter 10
When Rong Zhuo said this, there was no shame in his expression, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.
But he knew that the people who came to participate in the poetry meeting today were not the playboys like Duan Zheng, but the scholars who thought of themselves as noble.
In the eyes of these people, young people who indulge in alcoholism are really reading sages in vain.
Therefore, as soon as Rong Zhuo's voice fell, he felt that he was ready to be ridiculed by everyone.
However, things were completely different from what he had imagined. Not only did he not hear any sarcastic voices, but even Zhao Shijun, the Prince of Yong'an who was greeting him in front of him, did not lose his smile after hearing his words.
its not right?
Rong Zhuo's thoughts turned sharply, and he secretly asked if these scholars were thin-skinned and embarrassed to take the initiative to sneer at him?
"Young Master Rong." The man standing beside Jingdu suddenly said.
This person's name is Zhou Feng, and he is a literati from a clean family in name, but in fact he has already taken refuge in Yu Jingdu.
Rong Zhuo turned to look at him, nervous and expectant in his heart, he thought, is this finally someone trying to ridicule him?
However, Zhou Feng didn't look at him with the slightest sarcasm. Instead, he said half-jokingly, "Young Master Rong is born with such a good skin. Even if he forgets his feelings, he must cherish himself next time. It would be a pity to lose his appearance."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few people around him burst into laughter.
Rong Zhuo was teased by the other party, and his mood was suddenly very complicated.
Are you saying you hate him so much?
What about getting up and sneering at it?
Rong Zhuo couldn't understand why he did so much preparation, but did not receive the expected effect.
He lowered his head in frustration, glanced at the hand of the servant next to Zhou Feng, and stopped for a moment on the other's slender fingers. He lost his mind for a while, and secretly said that this little servant's hands are really good-looking, and they are on par with "Qingshi", but he didn't know that the little servant's human skin mask was hiding Yu Jingdu's face.
Yu Jingdu looked at the dejected little dandy, and felt that the other party seemed a little wronged.
Come to think of it, the young man deliberately dressed like this today, and he didn't hesitate to mention things in the flower building when there were many people. Obviously, he wanted to leave a bad impression on everyone, but unfortunately it didn't happen.
"Brother Lin!" Rong Zhuo saw his classmate Lin Yuan in the crowd, and hurriedly brought Jin Douzi over to him.
He remembered that Lin Yuan was very fond of teaching people. When he was at the Guozi School that day, the other party had persuaded him about the Hualou matter, and he even touched his nose. If Lin Yuan could scold him again today, he might be able to bring a rhythm and let everyone follow the trend and dislike him.
Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo took the initiative to talk to him: "I didn't expect to see Brother Lin today."
"What's unexpected about this? I'm not the only one who learns poetry and prose well." Lin Yuan said.
When he faced Rong Zhuo today, his attitude was quite modest, and there was even a smile in his eyes.