"Anything else?" Yu Jingdu asked again, but his tone was a bit colder than before.

"Young Master Rong's new servant is called Qingyu." The scout said, "Tonight Qingyu will serve in Young Master Rong's room."

As soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere on the rooftop immediately dropped to freezing point.

Jiang Jiyan choked on a sip of tea, almost not coughing himself to death.

But his violent cough did not ease the atmosphere.

Jiang Jiyan probably knew everything about the relationship between Jingdu and Rong Zhuo.

Their Highnesses didn't say anything on the surface, but Jiang Jiyan knew a little about him, and could feel that their Highness's attitude towards that Young Master Rong was very unusual.

He couldn't say what Yu Jingdu thought of Rong Zhuo, but he was certain that their Highnesses cared about this little scoundrel.

"Any more?" Yu Jingdu asked again.

This time, Jiang Jiyan suspected that he was asking through gritted teeth.

"No more." The scout said.

Jiang Jiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and sent the spies away.

Yu Jingdu looked at the night without saying a word.

Jiang Jiyan was so nervous that he didn't dare to come out. He tried to say something several times, but he held back.

He could feel that their Highnesses were in a very bad mood at the moment.

Silence, dead silence.

Yu Jingdu didn't speak until their tea was cold.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Jiyan heard their Highness say in a voice so cold that he could freeze: "He doesn't like men."

Jiang Jiyan:  …

Who doesn't like men? What's the matter?

He pondered for a while before he understood what their Highnesses meant.

Young Master Rong doesn't like men, so he wraps Qingyu in the same room with Qingyu... Is it okay?

But why does their Highness clearly say that it's okay, but they don't feel that "it's okay"?

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he felt that His Highness's words were not meant for him, but rather like comforting himself.

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Chapter 22

In the middle of the night, there were occasional insects chirping.

Rong Zhuo turned over and touched a person with one hand.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw Yu Jingdu with his eyes closed, covered in blood, lying beside him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Rong Zhuo raised his hand and glanced at it, and found that his head was also covered with the other party's blood.

A huge sense of fear enveloped him in an instant, and Rong Zhuo only felt a thud in his ears, as if something was about to explode.

"Ah!" He sat up suddenly, only to realize that there was nothing around him, and he was the only one on the couch.

He just had a nightmare, dreaming of Yu Jingdu covered in blood!

The scene in the dream was so real that he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

Until the purring sound in his ears slowly pulled his sanity back to reality...

Rong Zhuo put on his shoes and got up and walked to the outside, the snoring in his ears was clearer than before.

Qingyu looked at a young man who was white and clean, but he didn't expect to snore when he was sleeping, and it was the kind of sound that shook the mountains.

Rong Zhuo frowned and walked to the low couch, feeling very complicated.

Although he felt a little rude to think so, he still couldn't help guessing that Qingyu was in good condition in all aspects, but it was not doing very well in Xunhuan Building, maybe that was the reason for the snoring.

Seriously...the last time listened to it, was able to stay awake all night.

"Qingyu." Rong Zhuo poked at the other side.

Qingyu turned over, and the snoring changed its tone, even more harsh than before.

"Qingyu, it's on fire!" Rong Zhuo said in his ear.

Qingyu turned over again, still not awake.

Rong Zhuo sighed and had to put on his robe and go out.

It was late at night, and the corridor was empty, only Qingyu's purring could be heard clearly.

Afraid of disturbing others, he turned around and closed the door, blocking most of the snoring.

Afterwards, he walked a few steps along the corridor and came to the door of Yu Jingdu's room.

I don't know if it's because the house is temporarily unoccupied, or for some other reason, the guy has not locked the door of this house.

Rong Zhuo secretly vowed to never enter this house again in the daytime, and now he slapped himself in the face.

Anyway, the room is empty here, no sleep.

And this house is not too close to his house, so if you close the door, you won't be able to hear the snoring.

Rong Zhuo pushed the door into the room, and went straight to the couch to lie down.

But for some reason, he tossed and turned for a long time, but couldn't fall asleep.

Despite the absence of Qingyu's snoring, he still had no sleepiness.

Finally, he had to get up again and go out the door, thinking about taking a breath first.

He looked up at the night sky, and then noticed that there seemed to be a faint red light in a certain direction, and it looked like... a fire?

Rong Zhuo was not sleepy at all, but now he is more energetic, and trotted downstairs to the street.

The Xun Huan Building is not closed at night, but most people have no time to take care of him, so there is no one at the door.

Rong Zhuo went to the street and looked in the direction of the red light, and found that it was coming from the direction of Dali Temple.

After realizing that the place on fire might be Dali Temple, Rong Zhuo made a gesture and ran in the direction of the fire.

However, as soon as he took two steps, he quickly realized something...

What lay there was not the corpse of bluestone.

Moreover, even if it is, the unscrupulous person has nothing to do with him.

Rong Zhuo kicked on the stone pier on the side of the road with some annoyance, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost his footing.

The fire didn't last long that night.

Rong Zhuo stood in the street and watched for a while, and then went back when the fire gradually faded away.

After such a toss, he felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep after lying down for a while.