"So, if you want to make the same mask as Your Highness, you need to ask the person wearing this mask, the facial features and His Highness should not be too different." Jiang Jiyan said: "It's like, you can make a peach wear a mask and turn it into an apple, because They are similar in shape, if you change the radish, it will not work."

Yu Jingdu understood when he heard the words.

Although a human skin mask can be disguised, it cannot be separated from a person's appearance and fabricated out of thin air.

"And even if everything is suitable, if you really pretend to be an identical person, it won't be all right, a fake is a fake, and it's easy for someone familiar to see the difference." Jiang Jiyan said.

In other words, it is almost impossible to reproduce a person with a human skin mask.

Especially this long and ongoing situation...

Yu Jingdu remembered that Rong Zhuo's face had been injured before in Jiang Mansion.

Based on this alone, this possibility can be ruled out.

"His Royal Highness." Yu Jingdu came out of Jiang Jiyan's house, and Li Feng quickly followed, "Zhou Feng sent a message, saying that Young Master Rong wants to invite you to Jiangyuezhai for dinner."

Yu Jingdu paused and asked, "Xiao Wanqian wants to invite me to dinner?"

"Yes."

Yu Jingdu was stunned for a moment and then remembered.

On that day, he helped Rong Zhuo sort out his strategies. After Rong Zhuo gave him the golden leaf, he did say that he wanted to invite him to dinner.

I don't know who this little dandy learned these etiquettes from. The titular son-in-law would invite his titular servant to dinner for this trivial matter. If this is in the eyes of others, most of them will feel that Rong Zhuo's brain is broken.

But thinking about it carefully, he seems to have always been like this, never looking at people's identities when treating people.

It was as if no matter whether he was a servant in the flower house or a servant boy, it would not prevent him from getting close.

Thinking of this, Yu Jingdu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Your Highness?" Li Feng looked puzzled.

"Did he say when to invite this king to eat?"

"It's after school tomorrow," Li Feng said.

"It's done." Yu Jingdu said: "Tomorrow you remember to remind this king, don't forget."

Xiao Wanqian wants to invite him to dinner, of course he will go.

In the evening of the next day, Yu Jingdu waited outside Guozi School as promised.

Rong Zhuo used to greet him with a smile, but today he seemed a little alienated.

In order not to embarrass him, Rong Zhuo only invited him today, not Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng also had the foresight, and made excuses in advance to say that something had slipped away.

The two went to Jiangyuezhai and asked for a private room.

When Rong Zhuo was ordering, Yu Jingdu kept staring at him.

Xiao Wanqian's face is fair and beautiful, and with his slightly slender figure, he looks a little squeamish. However, this squeamishness is different from the squeamishness of a girl who is soft and pleasant, but a certain trait that belongs to a teenager.

Rong Zhuo's unique temperament, combined with his arbitrary temperament, has a natural feeling.

This feeling is not created by wearing a personal leather mask...

After Rong Zhuo finished ordering the dishes, he soon noticed the sight of "Da Zhuang".

When the other party stared at him, he was simply greedy and unrestrained.

Why didn't he find out that "Da Zhuang" was such a person before?

Being stared at by the other party, Rong Zhuo was more and more sure of the previous conclusion.

"Big Zhuang" really likes him, otherwise how could a big man stare at another big man and look endless?

"Don't keep looking at me." Rong Zhuo couldn't help saying.

"Yeah." Yu Jingdu looked away, inexplicably felt that Xiao Wanqian's tone was not normal.

Probably because he was stared at by "Da Zhuang" at the beginning, Rong Zhuo was absent-minded after eating a meal, and finally took out the wooden box until the other party finished eating.

When Yu Jingdu saw the wooden box, he couldn't help sighing.

He thought that Li Feng's reminder that day seemed reasonable, and the sandalwood box should have really caused trouble.

"Return this to you." Rong Zhuo handed the wooden box to Yu Jingdu.

Yu Jingdu pretended to be puzzled, "This is for you."

"I don't want to." Rong Zhuo said hurriedly.

"Why not? You don't like it?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"I don't know if you have heard of it, but I have a friend in Xun Huan Lou." Rong Zhuo said.

Yu Jingdu's eyes sank, "What does it have to do with this?"

"Didn't I take your handkerchief yesterday? When I went back in the evening, he made trouble with me all night and didn't let me sleep." Rong Zhuo sighed, "If I had known, I shouldn't have taken this thing."

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly.

"He likes to make trouble without reason. He insists that friends can't give handkerchiefs, and only good friends can give handkerchiefs. Don't you think it's ridiculous? In order to prevent me from accepting other people's handkerchiefs, he embroidered a piece for me overnight, you see. Rong Zhuo said and showed Yu Jingdu the handkerchief in his hand, and saw that the orchid was embroidered with a small shape, and the embroidery was very poor.

His remarks are equivalent to debunking the thoughts of "Da Zhuang".

And returning the other party's handkerchief without hesitation is a sign of his attitude.

"So this can only be returned to you." Rong Zhuo pushed the wooden box to his side again, "He said, I will only use the handkerchief he embroidered by himself in the future." When Rong Zhuo said this, the bottom of his eyes With a smile, he kept rubbing the handkerchief in his hand, looking like he really liked it.

Yu Jingdu took the wooden box with extremely complicated eyes.

He looked at the little dandy in front of him, and secretly asked why when he was facing him, he opened his mouth and shut his mouth every three days to say "I don't like men", but now when facing Qingyu, the words hanging on his lips became "too troublesome?"

And the embroidery work of Qingyu is too bad!

"The embroidery of this handkerchief is so bad, you're not afraid of rubbing your face when you use it?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"Hey, what can I do?" Rong Zhuo smiled dotingly, but the doting was not directed at Jingdu, but at the person who was not present, who embroidered the handkerchief, "After all, he embroidered the handkerchief himself. Yes, even if you rub your face, you can't help it."