Rong Zhuo didn't finish talking, he raised his hand and took the handkerchief and gently rubbed it on his cheek. The rough embroiderer rubbed a small piece of the beautiful white cheek on the spot.

Yu Jingdu:  …

Why isn't this over yet?

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Chapter 32

Rong Zhuo made up his mind that he didn't want to be involved with "Da Zhuang" anymore, so he left Jiang Yuezhai in a hurry after finishing his things.

Before leaving, he secretly glanced at the other party, seeing that "Da Zhuang" had no emotion on his face, but his eyes were a little sad.

He secretly said, Da Zhuang must be sad, right?

In fact, Rong Zhuo felt very uncomfortable. After all, after such a mess, the two of them won't even be friends in the future.

Rong Zhuo has always had a good impression of "Da Zhuang", and he even thought that the two could be called friends before.

But the handkerchief completely stifled his idea in the cradle. He had no other choice but to draw a clear line with the other party.

As a straight man, he clearly realizes that it is only responsible to keep a distance.

If he continues to entangle with Da Zhuang, he will only harm the other party...

After Rong Zhuo returned home, it was already late.

Jindouzi had been waiting at the doorman, and seemed to be in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Rong Zhuo asked in confusion.

"Young master, you're back, the master and his wife are arguing." Jin Douzi said, "The quarrel has been going on since dinner, and it hasn't stopped until now. Would you like to go take a look?"

When Rong Zhuo heard the words, his head suddenly became big, but he still followed Jin Douzi to the backyard.

As soon as the two entered the door, they heard Mrs. Rong's cry. The voice was not particularly out of control, but it sounded a little wronged.

Rong Zhuo looked at Jin Douzi and asked, "Should I persuade me at this time?"

He is not good at dealing with conflicts between husband and wife, and he is a little helpless for a while.

"The madam has always loved the son the most, if you go to coax, maybe it will be fine." Jin Douzi said.

Rong Zhuo thought for a while, but instead of knocking on the door, he asked Jindouzi to go to the shop on the street to buy a box of candied fruit.

The reason why he was not in a hurry was because he knew that Rong's father and Rong's mother had a good relationship, and that Rong's father was a fearful person, so things shouldn't get too out of control. It might be embarrassing for him to go in so dryly.

After a while, Jindouzi came back with the candied fruit.

Rong Zhuo took the candied fruit and took a deep breath, walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Who is it?" Father Rong's slightly angry voice came.

"Father, it's me." Rong Zhuo said hurriedly.

As soon as he said this, the crying inside stopped abruptly.

After a while, the door was opened, and a helpless father Rong stood inside the door.

"I brought a box of candied fruit to my mother on the way back." Rong Zhuo said.

Father Rong took the candied fruit, glanced at Rong Zhuo, and couldn't help sighing.

I don't know if it was his own delusion, but Rong Zhuo seemed to hear a little guilt in his father's sigh. But that feeling flashed by and soon disappeared, so Rong Zhuo concluded that it should be an illusion.

"It's nothing to go back to rest." Father Rong said.

"Is my mother okay?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Rong's mother's voice coming from the room, "Zhuo'er don't have to worry, I'm fine, it's time to take a break."

Rong Zhuo listened to her tone, and his emotions should have eased a little, so he didn't continue to disturb.

When eating breakfast the next morning, Mother Rong's mood had returned to normal.

Rong Zhuo saw that there was no rift between the two of them, so he didn't care any more.

The only thing that made it a little unusual was that the next day Rong Zhuo took Mr. Ji's revised strategy and went home, but Rong's father just glanced at it and didn't say a single extra word. neither disliked Rong Zhuo's poor writing, nor did discuss with him as before.

Rong Zhuo guessed that Rong's father was probably busy with the affairs of the court, and quickly forgot about it.

the other side.

After Yu Jingdu returned to the palace that day, he locked himself in the palace and did not let anyone serve him.

Li Feng was very worried when he saw that his face was bad when he came back.

Until the afternoon, Yu Jingdu did not show up, and Li Feng was really worried, so he entered the bedroom on his own initiative.

After entering, he realized that Yu Jingdu was leaning against the window reading a book.

"His Royal Highness." Li Feng saluted him cautiously.

"Did you come in to see if this king is still alive?" Yu Jingdu said coldly.

"My subordinates don't dare." Li Feng said, "His Royal Highness is not very good-looking. Would you like to ask Imperial Physician Wu to take a look?"

"It's okay." Yu Jingdu covered his lips and coughed twice, so much that Li Feng didn't dare to let out the air.

Their Highnesses are not afraid of anything, except for coughing.

Just because the old disease has not been eliminated, there is a possibility of the disease at any time.

"Your Highness, you can't do this." Li Feng said with a bitter face: "You don't eat, don't drink, you're locked in the house, and you don't drink medicine. What should you do if your body is burnt out? Even if you don't care about yourself, you have to… ... think that Concubine Qi has a spirit in heaven, how sad she should be when she sees you like this?"

When Yu Jingdu heard this, he almost laughed angrily, raised his hand and threw the book on him.

Li Feng dodged, picked up the book and looked at it, and saw that it was a strange story.

He thought to himself, when did His Royal Highness like to read this kind of miscellaneous books?

If he remembered correctly, all these strange stories were written about strange things, either monsters transformed into people, or possessed by ghosts or something, and there were no serious stories.

"His Royal Highness, what's the matter with you?" Li Feng asked worriedly.

"It's just a little irritable, don't make a fuss." Yu Jingdu got up and opened the window, and said: "Autumn is easy to dry, and it is normal for people to have a fire."

The light in the room suddenly became much brighter, and Li Feng could see that the other side was pale.