According to the rules of the dynasty, when a man becomes an adult, his father and brother in the family will teach them some things.

But firstly, although Rong Zhuo was eighteen, he saw that his childishness was still alive, and Rong's father subconsciously treated him as a child. Second, Rong's father was not in a hurry to let Rong Zhuo get married, so he did not teach him about these things. Pass.

But he was a man himself, and he knew that it was normal for a boy of Rong Zhuo's age to be curious about these things.

What's more, this villain of his family has even visited Hualou many times. What's so strange about seeing these things?

"It's useless!" Father Rong scolded angrily, and threw the album in his hand into his arms again, "Go back and put things down, and come to my study."

"Yes." Rong Zhuo hurriedly responded obediently, and trotted back to the small courtyard with the album in his arms.

When Jin Douzi saw him back, he happily greeted him. After seeing what he was holding in his hand, his expression was very complicated.

"Let's take a look at it first, I don't need it for the time being." Rong Zhuo generously gave the picture book to Jindouzi, "I'll change my clothes and go to my father, help me pack some clothes and prepare some money. ."

"Young master, what are you doing?" Jin Douzi asked in confusion.

"I'm going out to stay for a few days." Rong Zhuo asked Jin Douzi while changing into more modest clothes, "My father didn't talk about me these days, did he?"

Jin Douzi said: "Master seems to be very busy these days, and he didn't care about asking the son."

Rong Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't help but feel uneasy, afraid that he would be beaten again.

"Go outside the study and listen. If my father hits me, I will call. If you hear me call, go to the backyard and ask my mother to rescue me." Rong Zhuo said.

"Okay!" Jin Douzi hurriedly responded, and then followed Rong Zhuo to the study.

In the study, Father Rong stood by the window, looking a little serious.

After Rong Zhuo entered, he hesitated for a while, then lifted up his robe and knelt down on his own initiative.

"What are you doing?" Father Rong looked puzzled.

"Ah... Dad, you asked me to come here, didn't you want to hit me?" Rong Zhuo asked.

Father Rong was about to laugh at him, and waved his hand to signal him to get up.

"Did you go to the poetry meeting yesterday?" Father Rong asked.

"Um."

"Did nothing happen?" Father Rong asked again.

"No."

"Alright." Father Rong nodded, then sighed, and said earnestly: "You have been sensible since you were young, and you have never let your father worry about it. You have thought a lot about your father these days. If you think about some things clearly , and do it according to your own ideas.”

Rong Zhuo was a little surprised to hear that, but he didn't expect Father Rong's attitude to be like this today.

This doesn't make sense. It took less than half a month for the other party to accept the fact that his son had changed from a handsome boy to a playboy? This is too open-minded!

"After I taught you a lesson last time, I met Mr. Ji." Father Rong said, "You are his student, and he knows you better than a father. Since he believes in you, I have nothing to say as a father. , do it yourself."

So he actually went to Mr. Ji?

Rong Zhuo was also a little surprised for a while when he thought of the great Confucian who only had a relationship after wearing it.

Could it be that the other party saw through his mind, so he would help him speak in front of Father Rong?

Rong Zhuo had no clue for a while, so he could only suppress the doubts in his heart first.

But the change in Father Rong's attitude has helped Rong Zhuo to some extent.

At least he doesn't have to worry about being beaten up when he returns home.

Xunhuan Building.

Yu Jingdu was discussing matters with Jiang Jiyan, and suddenly raised his hand to signal to the other party.

Jiang Jiyan didn't know why, until a moment later, he heard brisk footsteps coming from outside the door, followed by a knock on Yu Jingdu's door.

"Qingshi, I'm back." Rong Zhuo's voice sounded outside the door.

Yu Jingdu glanced at Jiang Jiyan, and the other party looked blank, obviously not understanding what he meant.

It was not until Yu Jingdu walked to the door that he was about to open the door, and Jiang Jiyan woke up like a dream and hid behind the screen.

"I thought you were resting?" The young man outside the door smiled when he saw Yu Jingdu, went into the room without hesitation, and sat down, "I just went home and asked Jindouzi to pack some clothes for me, In the days to come, I can live in peace."

He said and patted the newly hung purse on his waist, which was also bulging, apparently just full.

"He's here too?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"No." Rong Zhuo hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to follow me all day, and he would go back when the things were delivered."

Yu Jingdu was noncommittal when he heard the words.

"Are we going to sleep in your room or mine today?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

Jiang Jiyan, who was behind the screen, was stunned when he heard this, and his expression was even more wonderful.

He felt as if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Obviously haven't seen each other for a day, how did things develop to this point?

"You are over there." Yu Jingdu said casually.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Rong Zhuo smiled at him.

After Fang Cai Rongzhuo went home, he changed into a moon white robe. He looked a little more bookish than usual, and looked more obedient than usual.

Yu Jingdu looked at him for a while, and asked, "Are you tired?"

"A little." Rong Zhuo got up and said, "How about I borrow your place to sleep for a while?"

He felt that since he wanted to be indistinguishable from Yu Jingdu now, he couldn't be too polite.

But as soon as he got up, Yu Jingdu grabbed his wrist.

"You've already slept in my bed, can't I sleep with yours?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"No..." Yu Jingdu glanced in the direction of the screen with a complicated expression, "My bed is not clean."

Rong Zhuo was stunned, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

Is "Blue Stone" saying that because too many people have slept in that bed?