Rong Zhuo smiled reluctantly, crying in his heart.

"Brother Zhou, if I told you that my brain is not very good recently, would you believe it?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"Hahaha." Zhou Feng laughed dryly. He suspected that Young Master Rong was trying to be a demon again today.

the other side.

After receiving the message from Zhou Feng, the spies arranged by Yu Jingdu immediately entered the palace.

Li Feng had just come out of Yu Jingdu's bedroom, and when he saw the spies coming to report, he stopped him.

His Highness was in a bad mood these few days, and he told him not to bother him with unimportant matters, so Li Feng had to make sure that this matter was unimportant.

"Little Master Rong?" Li Feng's head grew big when he heard these words.

On that day, their Highness threw a good white porcelain cup, but it made Li Feng feel bad enough.

Therefore, after learning that it was Rong Zhuo's matter today, Li Feng was a little undecided.

Say? I'm afraid that His Highness will get angry again.

Don't say it? Afraid of delaying things.

In the end, Li Feng hesitated again and again, but decided to tell Yu Jingdu about it.

"Your Highness?" After Li Feng entered the palace, he first moved the tea cup and inkstone by Yu Jingdu's hand farther away, and then asked cautiously, "Have you taken medicine today?"

Yu Jingdu frowned when he saw what he looked like, and said impatiently, "Speak."

"His Royal Highness." Li Feng said as if he were dead: "Zhou Feng sent a message to the spy, saying...that person went to his house."

"Which one?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"That's the one... cough... Young Master Rong."

Yu Jingdu frowned, just when Li Feng thought he was going to lose his temper again, Yu Jingdu suddenly stood up.

But he quickly realized something, and sat down uncomfortably, as if trying to hide some emotion.

Seeing his behavior, Li Feng was immediately a little confused.

His Royal Highness doesn't seem to be angry, why does he seem to be a little overly concerned?

"Your Highness?" Li Feng asked.

"He... what did he do at Zhou Feng's house?" Yu Jingdu asked seemingly unintentionally.

"The person who sent the message didn't say anything, only said that Young Master Rong went to Zhou Mansion, and he went alone." Li Feng said.

"One person? No servant?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"Yes." Li Feng said.

Yu Jingdu raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, but Li Feng felt that their Royal Highness's mood seemed to be instantly relieved.

After half an hour.

Rong Zhuo was lying on the desk of Zhou Feng's house, drowsy.

Zhou Feng was talking to him about the idea of ​​strategy theory, and when he turned his head, Young Master Rong couldn't open his eyes.

"Young master, the refreshment you want." A deep voice came from outside.

Zhou Feng was amnesty, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, and saw "Da Zhuang" standing at the door with a tray of snacks in his hand.

In fact, even if Yu Jingdu didn't come, Zhou Feng could put it off.

But when it comes to Young Master Rong, Zhou Feng doesn't dare to make his own decisions.

He had a feeling that no matter what their Highnesses said, it was undeniable that Young Master Rong was special to their Highnesses. Therefore, Zhou Feng will not be smart about Rong Zhuo. In other words, he should have passed the word, and it is up to their Highnesses to decide whether to come or not.

Zhou Feng hurriedly took the package of snacks and let people into the room.

As soon as Yu Jingdu entered the room, what he saw was a sleepy Rong Zhuo smiling at him.

Xiao Wanqing's beautiful face was again slightly imprinted by her sleeves, looking a little cute.

At this moment, he was probably woken up when he heard the movement, and when he looked at people, there was an undefended smile in his eyes.

"Da Zhuang, have you come back from a business trip?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"Well." Yu Jingdu didn't say much while standing beside Zhou Feng.

"It's already autumn and you're still sweating so much? Are you tired of traveling?" Rong Zhuo said, taking out a handkerchief and handing it to him, motioning him to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Yu Jingdu subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but was stunned when he saw the handkerchief.

The handkerchief Xiao Wanqian handed him was embroidered with three water patterns, the same one that he borrowed from him on the first day we met.

What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the other party still carried this handkerchief all the time.

Yu Jingdu used to dislike this handkerchief very much, because the handkerchief was supposed to be stained with something from a dandy. Although the other party reiterated that it was washed many times and it was very clean, Yu Jingdu still disliked it at the time. of.

But seeing this handkerchief again today, Yu Jingdu's heart changed.

Sour, astringent, and a little inexplicable.

"Thank you, Young Master Rong." Yu Jingdu took a handkerchief and dipped it on his forehead symbolically.

He was wearing a ***, but he didn't actually sweat much, and the only few drops of sweat fell spontaneously.

The handkerchief had a familiar light fragrance, which was the smell of Xiao Wanqian's body.

"I'm dirty, please return it to Young Master Rong after I wash it." Yu Jingdu said.

He deliberately lowered his voice, which sounded heavier than usual, so there was no emotion at all.

"Okay." Rong Zhuo glanced at him, "but don't lose it to me, I quite like this handkerchief."

Yu Jingdu agreed with his mouth, but he couldn't help but think, he likes you so much, and you just use it for others?

Although this other person is himself, he still feels a little unhappy when he thinks that Xiao Wanqian is so unguarded against others.

"You haven't been to Guozi School for a few days, and I miss you a lot." Rong Zhuo picked up a snack and said in a half-joking tone.

Yu Jingdu stared at him for a long time, then asked unintentionally, "I heard that Young Master Rong has changed to a servant?"

"You mean Qingyu?" Rong Zhuo said, "He is not my servant."

Yu Jingdu frowned and pretended to be puzzled: "Isn't it a little servant?"

"Yeah, it's my friend." Rong Zhuo smiled at him, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a very moving arc, "I will introduce you to you someday, maybe you will like him."