"Young Master Rong, let's stay tonight, it's raining so hard outside, you'll be sick again." The doorman said.

"I..." Rong Zhuo's thoughts turned sharply, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind for a while.

It is absolutely impossible to go to the capital, it is too dangerous and too far.

But what can he do now?

Borrowing Jiangfu's guards?

Not to mention whether the housekeeper of the Jiang residence would lend him a loan, and if he did lend it to him, and then something went wrong, how could he explain to Jiang Jiyan?

Rong Zhuo hurriedly paced back and forth a few times, and suddenly his mind moved.

"Can I borrow you to read a letter here?" Rong Zhuo asked the doorman.

"Of course, the young master will do it." The porter said and brought him an oil lamp.

Rong Zhuo took out the letter in his arms by the light of the oil lamp, and opened it on the spot.

As he expected, the letter was not a letter to his grandfather, but something else.

Rong Zhuo looked at the letter, and his brows could not help but tighten even more...

He remembered that the Rong family did not have this ordeal in the original book.

In this case, there are only two possibilities to investigate this matter.

The first possibility is that one of his actions produced a butterfly effect, which triggered this matter. But he has never been involved in the affairs of the court from the beginning to the end, and he doesn't even know that Rong's father holds any position in the court, how could it be possible to cause such a calamity?

The second possibility is that Father Rong was originally involved in this matter, but according to the direction of the original book, someone temporarily protected him. If this is the case, then Rong Zhuo has to think of one person, and that is the prince.

Although he has no evidence to prove that this matter is related to the prince, but according to the direction of the original book, he has now made a good relationship with the prince. This is the only thing that is different from the original book, so most of the Rong family's troubles are related to this.

Now he has no way to confirm his guess, but the matter has come to this point, he has no other choice...

Rong Zhuo silently wrapped the letter in oiled paper again and put it away.

"Sir, go in and change into clean clothes, and drink some ginger soup to warm you up?" the doorman said.

"No need." Rong Zhuo thanked him, "If Jiang Shaoqing comes back, please let him know and say I've been here."

After he finished speaking, he borrowed a pen and paper, sketched a map, and marked Mother Rong and their hiding place.

He did this just in case, if he couldn't get there or there was any danger on the way, he would always give Mother Rong and the others an extra chance of life.

at the same time.

In the Qingyin Temple room.

Yu Jingdu woke up from a nightmare and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Young Master?" Li Feng rested on the low couch tonight because he was worried about his illness. Now that Yu Jingdu's breathing was a little sluggish, he hurriedly stepped forward to check, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay." Yu Jingdu waved his hand, and after a while, he gradually calmed his breathing.

He had just dreamed of a little dandy, and it was a bad dream.

"Young Master, your old illness has gotten worse recently." Li Feng worried, "If you still go back to the palace, it would be better to have Imperial Physician Wu watching."

"No problem." Yu Jingdu said.

"Your Highness doesn't want to go back to the palace?" Li Feng asked.

Yu Jingdu got up and put on his clothes, then walked to the window and pushed it open.

The cold wind from outside suddenly poured in, causing him to let out a light cough.

"In a few days, the concubine's death anniversary, this king doesn't want to see those people." Yu Jingdu said lightly.

What he said was an understatement, but Li Feng couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he heard it.

In order to fight against the Prince, their Highnesses had a much better attitude towards His Majesty than before. But no matter how he plays "filial piety to a father and a son" on the surface, he can't let go of the past after all.

Looking at the night outside, Yu Jingdu felt a little stuffy in his heart when he thought of that dream.

He took out the handkerchief that Fang Zengzhuo "spoofed" from his arms, put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly, as if it would make him feel better.

It's a pity that the towel has been carried by him for too long, and the smell of medicine on it is all on it, but can't smell the faint fragrance on Xiao Wanqin's body.

"Go back to sleep, this king goes out to breathe." After Yu Jingdu put on his cape, he planned to go out.

"Your Highness, it's raining outside, it's cold." Li Feng hurriedly found an umbrella and came out to support him.

"You don't have to follow this king." Yu Jingdu took the umbrella and went out.

Li Feng didn't dare to disobey him, but he didn't have the heart to continue sleeping, so he could only wait at the door.

Yu Jingdu came out with an umbrella, and saw that the sky was already showing signs of light up.

The monks in the temple had already got up and started chanting. Yu Jingdu didn't want to hang out in the temple, so he walked straight out of the temple.

He opened the temple door, looked into the distance through the hazy rain, and saw a thin figure climbing up on the steps facing the temple entrance.

It was still early, and because of the rain, Yu Jingdu couldn't see the other side's face.

He has always been a cold person, and he has no sympathy for most of the people in this world, so he looked at the figure with a cold expression, and he didn't think about the reason for this person. Also climb the mountain in the rain.

He was even a little unhappy because the man disturbed his purification.

Yu Jingdu turned around and wanted to go back, but he felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been moved by something inexplicable.

He turned his head again to look at the figure not far away, his eyes suddenly stagnant, and he could see a sense of familiarity from it.

impossible.

He subconsciously denied it, thinking that this couldn't be the person he thought.

However, as the figure got closer, Yu Jingdu's complexion also changed.

He threw the umbrella in his hand and strode into the rain.

"Rong Zhuo?" Yu Jingdu called softly, as if afraid of shattering the dream in front of him.

Hearing the words, the other party moved for a while and looked up at him, revealing the face that appeared in Jingdu's dream a moment ago.