But Yu Jingdu didn't know what was going on, he didn't plan to give him a chance.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"I'm not afraid of anything, I'm afraid of you." Yu Jingdu's tone was light, which made Rong Zhuo even more curious.

He slowly moved to Yu Jingdu's side, raised his hand and tugged on Yu Jingdu's clothes, "Isn't it uncomfortable to get in the water?"

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"I really don't peep, I feel uncomfortable for you when you look at it like this." Rong Zhuo tugged on the belt of his underwear, Yu Jingdu just looked at him and did not stop it. Rong Zhuo only thought he acquiesced, and slowly hooked the front of his shirt with his fingers and moved to the side.

As soon as the underclothes were washed away by the water, the fronts of the clothes were automatically loosened, revealing Yu Jingdu's body.

Rong Zhuo's eyes froze, and his expression immediately froze.

I saw Yu Jingdu hiding on the skin under the lining, laying wounds of various sizes, some of which had faded to the point of being invisible, while others were like new wounds, probably left over in recent months. of.

"How could this be..." Rong Zhuo seemed to have done something wrong, reaching out to help him cover his clothes, but he was a little afraid to touch him.

"You'll be scared, so you have to watch it." Yu Jingdu stretched out his hand to fasten his belt, but he couldn't see any difference in his expression.

He went to the army at the age of thirteen, and the injuries he has suffered in these years are naturally countless.

Everyone in the army was like this, so there's no need to shy away from it.

But Xiao Wanqian had never seen such a scene at first glance, her little face was pale with fright, and her eyes were red.

In fact, Rong Zhuo was not afraid, he just wanted to be wrong, and he was feeling distressed for "Qingshi" at the moment.

He thought that being a waiter would suffer a lot, and he might encounter customers who were not easy to serve, or customers who would be heavy-handed. But he never thought that "Qingshi" had suffered such inhuman torture, with so many scars on a person, what kind of perversion would that be?

It's no wonder that the other party would train his body to be so strong. If he was a little weaker, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

"If you mind, I'll go back first." Yu Jingdu said and was about to get up.

"I'm not afraid." Rong Zhuo took his hand and said, "I feel sorry for you."

Rong Zhuo looked up at him, his beautiful eyes glowing red, "I didn't know they treated you so badly, Qingshi, if I had met you earlier, I would never let them torture you like this."

Yu Jingdu's heart moved, and he secretly thought that Xiao Wanqian was thinking about it again.

But this time, looking at the reddened corners of the man in front of him, he couldn't get angry no matter what.

"Don't worry, no one will treat you like this from now on." Rong Zhuo said.

At this moment, Yu Jingdu's heart seemed to be scratched by a kitten's paw, hot and itchy.

He was born and died for so many years, and there are people around him who didn't care about him and lived and died with him.

Those comrades, those sons, each had a life-threatening friendship with him.

But there was no one like Xiao Wan who felt sorry for him.

He is the king of banquets of this dynasty, the character who makes the enemy feel fearful, and the Shura who can stop children from crying at night...

People will only respect him and fear him, but no one will feel sorry for him.

Who would have thought to feel sorry for such a person?

At one time, Yu Jingdu also felt that he didn't need these.

He was lonely, fearless, and hard as a stone.

But today someone suddenly felt sorry for him, and a little bit of life suddenly appeared in his heart of stone.

"Are you really not afraid?" Yu Jingdu asked him again.

"Not afraid." Rong Zhuo shook his head.

Afterwards, Yu Jingdu took off his clothes in front of him, revealing his injuries.

"Who did this to you? Can't Jiang Shaoqing arrest him?" Rong Zhuo said indignantly.

"The people who hurt me are already dead." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo's expression softened a little after hearing this.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"It hurts at first, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Yu Jingdu leaned on the stone wall and said lightly: "In many cases, it is actually a good thing to feel the pain, which will make you sure that you are still alive. "

Rong Zhuo really didn't know how to comfort him, so he leaned against the stone wall with a depressed expression and stopped talking.

Yu Jingdu looked at his delicate profile, and couldn't help but raise his hand, as if he wanted to touch Rongzhuo's face.

But his hand hesitated for a while, but in the end he only brushed a strand of the other party's hair wet with water vapor behind his ear.

After he came out of the hot spring that day, Rong Zhuo was always depressed.

Yu Jingdu had never seen him so depressed since he knew him.

It wasn't until the servants came over to ask them to have dinner that night, and Rong Zhuo's mood improved a little when he saw the table full of food.

"You were riding outside at noon, and you didn't have a good meal with you. You should make up for it tonight." Jiang Jiyan said to Rong Zhuo, "Especially Young Master Rong, this is the first time you are a guest in a humble house. Young Master Rong, don't take offense at the poor place."

"Jiang Shaoqing is too polite." Rong Zhuo said hurriedly.

Yu Jingdu kept looking at Jiang Jiyan, as if he had a premonition that he had something to say.

Sure enough, after a few chats, he suddenly said, "Young Master Rong has been to Yongan Hou Shizi Zhangluo's poetry party before, right?"

Rong Zhuo was startled, but he didn't expect this Jiang Jiyan not only to know him, but also to know about his participation in the poetry party.

But this is not a secret, and there are not many people in the capital who know about it.

"Yes." Rong Zhuo said.

"Jiang heard that the prince also went to the poetry party that day." Jiang Jiyan said.

Rong Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at him, feeling that Jiang Jiyan seemed to have something to say.

"The prince wants to win over people through poetry. It's an old trick." Jiang Jiyan said with a smile: "Fortunately, Young Master Rong was lucky and escaped the disaster."

In his two short sentences, the amount of information was too large, and after hearing it, Rong Zhuo was completely blinded.

To know that he hated the prince, no one dared to mention it, not even Yu Jingdu, because he was afraid of disaster.