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When Rong Zhuo returned it to him later, he thought that there was something Rong Zhuo had on his head, so he confiscated it.
Now Yu Jingdu holds the same handkerchief in his hand, but he doesn't show any disgust at all.
"Your Highness?" Li Feng reminded him when he saw that he was silent.
Yu Jingdu put the veil in his arms and went to find Zhang Xin veil.
Then he searched the house for a long time, found a small wooden box, put the new handkerchief in it, and handed it to Li Feng.
"Find someone to give it to Zhou Feng, and he said that Young Master Rong lost his veil and gave him a new one." Yu Jingdu said.
Li Feng took the wooden box and remembered the handkerchief he had just put up at the bottom of his palace, with a meaningful expression on his face.
"His Royal Highness... is this sent to him in the name of Zhou Feng's servant?" Li Feng asked.
"What's the problem?"
"Is this sandalwood box too expensive? I'm afraid Young Master Rong will be suspicious when he sees it," Li Feng reminded.
"It's okay." Yu Jingdu said: "You can send it, that little dude is not as smart as you think."
Li Feng: ...
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Rong Zhuo: Are you polite?
Chapter 30
Rong Zhuo stayed up all night without sleep last night, and today he was busy working in Zhou Mansion for most of the day, and he was exhausted.
After returning to the mansion, he was really tired, so he first went back to his room to sleep, and he didn't wake up until late at night.
After getting up and having something to eat, he went to the study, took out the policy theory that "Da Zhuang" had arranged for him and began to transcribe it.
It's probably been too long since wrote so many words. Rong Zhuo took a lot of effort to copy it, and he wasted several pages of paper.
Rong Zhuo had only read it briefly before, but he didn't see it very clearly. It wasn't until after the transcription that he realized that "Da Zhuang" actually incorporated all the nonsense he had been talking about during the day into these strategies, which made him very uncomfortable. surprise.
I didn't expect that Da Zhuang could have such a skill just by reading a book!
For a while, Rong Zhuo couldn't tell whether Da Zhuang was too powerful or whether he was too naive.
While it was still dark, he squinted on the desk for a while.
Unexpectedly, in this short period of time, also had a nightmare.
Rong Zhuo dreamed that "Da Zhuang" helped him organize excellent strategies and was praised by Mr. Ji in the hall.
Unexpectedly, this matter somehow spread to the palace, which alarmed the prince.
The prince came to Guozixue on the same day, and insisted on making friends with Rong Zhuo.
In the dream, Rong Zhuo couldn't see what the prince looked like. He only knew that the other party was enthusiastic and hypocritical, and he would not let him go without saying anything.
Even though the prince just wanted to befriend him in the dream and did not do anything else, Rong Zhuo still couldn't help being horrified, as if he had struggled for so long and finally fell into reincarnation.
He tried to escape in the dream, trying to get rid of the prince, and woke up in a cold sweat.
"Master, didn't you sleep last night? Why did you get up again?" Seeing his tired expression, Jin Douzi was immediately worried.
"I'm fine. You help me get my clothes ready, and I'll go wash in a while." Rong Zhuo said.
As he spoke, he checked the strategies he had copied overnight.
But at this moment he remembered that dream and still had lingering fears.
Fortunately, he felt that although "Da Zhuang" had read books, he should not be that powerful, and he had sorted out some shocking strategies for him. Thinking of this, he was a little relieved.
After breakfast, Rong Zhuo went to Guozi School.
Before the official class, someone took away the policy theory and handed it over to Ji Xiunian.
Rong Zhuo was nervous for most of the day, for fear that something might go wrong with this strategy.
Fortunately, the whole day was safe and sound.
It was only after school that day that Rong Zhuo was temporarily relieved.
"Little Master Rong." Zhou Feng stopped him after school and handed him a sandalwood box.
Rong Zhuo took the wooden box and opened it, and there was a handkerchief inside.
"This is?" Rong Zhuo was puzzled.
"Didn't Da Zhuang take your handkerchief away? He accidentally lost it and felt sorry for it, so he asked me to return you a new one." Zhou Feng said.
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo took out the handkerchief from the wooden box and found that the texture of this handkerchief was very similar to the previous one.
"Didn't I tell him to be careful not to lose it?" Rong Zhuo said helplessly, "That handkerchief is..."
He wanted to say that the handkerchief was given to him by Qingshi, but on second thought, this person has nothing to do with him for a long time. If the handkerchief is lost, it may be lost. Maybe it is God's will, and there is nothing to be missed.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, if you lose it, you will lose it."
He said and returned the wooden box in his hand to Zhou Feng, "Tell Dazhuang, you don't have to pay me."
"He gave it to you. If you don't want him, you should be sorry." Zhou Feng insisted.
Rong Zhuo thought about it too, but it was just a handkerchief, so it was okay to accept it.
Zhou Feng was also a little worried that Rong Zhuo would ask more questions when he saw the box. Unexpectedly, Rong Zhuo had no doubts at all, so he accepted it and turned away.
How did he know that Rong Zhuo lived here for too short a time and was unfamiliar with many things.
In Rong Zhuo's view, this sandalwood box was just an ordinary gift box, and there was nothing unusual at all.
After Rong Zhuo left Guozixue, he saw Duan's carriage parked not far away.
Duan Zheng had been watching from a distance, and when he saw him coming out, he waved to him.
"Take you to a new place tonight, don't rush back to the mansion." Duan Zheng said.
"I have to go to school tomorrow." Rong Zhuo said.
"It's not too late, it's just a cup of tea." Duan Zheng said again.
Rong Zhuo then nodded, sent Jindouzi back to the mansion first, and followed him to the carriage of Duan mansion.
The carriage passed through the streets and alleys and stopped outside a restaurant.
Duan Zheng took him to the second floor, but instead of going to the private room this time, he sat at the tea table in the hall on the second floor. Song Mingan and Su Yun were making tea at the table.