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Because he is that person!
No wonder he kept himself from meeting King Yan!
No wonder he said he couldn't leave the capital!
No wonder he has so many secrets...
"Xiaozhuo, why is your face so ugly?" Duan Zheng asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Rong Zhuo came back to his senses, barely bothered to answer him, got up and wanted to leave.
"Where are you going?" Duan Zheng grabbed his hand, "what happened to you?"
"Cousin..." Rong Zhuo reluctantly calmed down, "I want to go to Xun Huan Lou."
"Didn't you say we'd go together tonight?" Duan Zheng said, "So anxious?"
Song Ming'an and the others couldn't help but tease when they heard the words, Rong Zhuo smiled reluctantly, and said a few words to Duan Zheng, then went straight to Xun Huan Building.
He was eager to prove his conjecture and couldn't wait for a moment.
He had never asked Qingyu about Qingshi before. Now that he thinks about it, if Qingshi's identity is true or false, how many clues can he ask from Qingyu?
Rong Zhuo hurriedly went to Xun Huan Building and found Qingyu, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Thanks to his arrangement before he left Beijing, Qingyu has been taking good care of him in Xunhuan Building, so he has never suffered any grievances, even a little longer than before, and he doesn't look as thin as before.
"Young Master Rong is back?" Qingyu saw him as neither humble nor arrogant, but with a little more joy in seeing an old friend, "I embroidered a new handkerchief for the son, and a purse. "Wait a minute, I'll show it to you."
Rong Zhuo's mind was full of Qingshi's affairs on the way here, but when he saw Qingyu, he calmed down a little.
If it is true as he guessed, Qingshi is that person, then this should be a big secret, right?
After all, Qingshi did not hesitate to hide this secret with death.
If he breaks it rashly, it may cause trouble for Qingshi, and secondly, it may cause trouble for Qingyu.
Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo had to suppress his doubts again.
Although he may be able to get the answer he wants with just a little bit of temptation...
"Young Master, see if you like it?" Qingyu gave him the newly embroidered handkerchief and purse.
Rong Zhuo took a look in his hand and found that the embroidery work of sapphire has progressed rapidly during this time, the embroidered orchid is already decent, and the veil was specially selected from soft materials, which is very comfortable to touch.
"Thank you." Rong Zhuo put away the handkerchief and put on the purse on the spot.
"Is your son going to spend the night here today?" Qingyu asked, "I used the doctor's medicine before, and I don't snoring anymore."
Rong Zhuo was stunned, his heart softened, and his previous impatience became a bit lighter.
Qingyu is like this. He looks calm and indifferent, but it always makes people feel very relaxed when they get along with each other.
"There are some things in my mansion, I still have to go back to live, just come to see you." Rong Zhuo said.
"Okay." Qingyu said, got up and took a stack of paper over, and showed it to Rong Zhuo, "Last time, my son gave me a few books, I have started learning to read recently, and my son has a look at what I wrote. Character."
Rong Zhuo took his handwriting and saw that the handwriting was not really good-looking, but he could see that it was written with great effort.
"I'll go back and find a few book posts for you. You will be more likely to improve if you follow that practice." Rong Zhuo said, "I can teach you when I'm free." Although his homework was not very good, he taught Qingyu It should still be possible.
The two talked for a while before Rong Zhuo got up and left.
When he walked through the corridor, passing by the room where Jingdu used to live, he couldn't help reaching out and gently pushing on the door.
Unexpectedly, the door has not been locked so far, and it was opened by him with a slight push.
Rong Zhuo walked into the room with a complicated mood, and found that it was quite tidy, and someone should clean it regularly.
He sat down on the chair outside in a daze, and a feeling of grievance slowly emerged in his heart.
Although he was reluctant to believe it and did not confirm it, he knew that his guess was true.
From the moment Song Mingan said that King Yan was ill, the facts could no longer be refuted.
Rong Zhuo sat in his room for a while, and when he got up and was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of something on the lower table beside him. He had been here countless times before, and he could be sure that the thing wasn't here.
Is there a new owner here?
At this moment, Rong Zhuo clearly saw the thing on the table.
It was a... black mask.
He walked slowly to the short side, leaned over and picked up the mask, only to feel that the mask looked familiar.
Then, he remembered that this mask was the one that King Yan wore on the day he entered the capital.
At that time, Rong Zhuo and Song Ming'an were watching the fun in the teahouse, and the King Yan who was wearing this mask glanced at them, so scared that the tea was spilled all over.
At the time, he was still thinking that His Royal Highness the feast king's taste in buying masks should be learned from Qingshi.
But at this moment, he was holding this black mask belonging to His Royal Highness King Yan, but he only felt ironic.
Is this the secret that Qingshi wants to tell him?
It was expected that he would know the truth when he returned to Beijing, that he would come to Xun Huan Building, that he would walk into this room, so he put the answer here in advance, waiting for him to find out?
As expected of His Royal Highness the King of Banquets, there is nothing left to do.
Rong Zhuo suddenly felt a little anger in his heart, and was so angry that he threw the mask on the ground, and then slammed the door and left.
After a long while, the boy came back, picked up the mask and put it back on the table, not forgetting to cover the door when he left.
Rong Zhuo left the Xun Huan Building without saying a word, and stood at the door for a long time, as if he was considering something.
It was freezing cold outside, until the feet were numb from the cold, Rong Zhuo took a deep breath and walked straight towards the Dali Temple.
Jiang Jiyan seemed to have expected Rong Zhuo to come, so he was not surprised when he saw the person, but took him to an empty room, carefully closed the door, and ordered people to wait outside.