Because he knew that the emperor said it nicely, but in the final analysis, he was chosen because there was no more suitable person.

As long as Xue Cheng is willing to take this hot potato, nothing will happen to him!

"Well, how are you and that boy from the Rong family?" The emperor asked after changing the conversation.

"He doesn't like Erchen very much." Yu Jingdu's expression darkened, "Yesterday Erchen went to Qingyin Temple to see Uncle Six, and took him to see his family by the way. He is very grateful. Last night, Rong Qinghuai and Rong Qinghuai specially thanked the courtier Haosheng."

Seeing that he didn't even hide this kind of thing from himself, the emperor became more and more satisfied.

"It's good that you can learn to use both kindness and power," the emperor said.

Yu Jingdu thought to himself, didn't we learn this from you?

"Although this young man from the Rong family has delayed his homework these days, he is Ji Xiunian's beloved apprentice. You can take the opportunity to get close to Ji Xiunian." The emperor said: "At that time, his student will enter the imperial examination. After the official post, I will also recite the affection of my teacher, and I will be closer to you."

"Erchen still feels that I can't talk to these scholars." Yu Jingdu said.

"Haha." The emperor smiled, "Well, in previous years, I would occasionally hold a banquet in the palace. This year's New Year's Eve, I will also ask someone to hold another banquet, and then let Ji Xiunian pick a few students and come with you, brothers. A few also followed the lively and lively, getting to know each other well."

"Yes." Yu Jingdu said.

"Let Rong Zhuo come too." The emperor said.

Yu Jingdu was startled, "But now he..."

"The affairs of Yuzhou have already been established, so there is no need to avoid the crown prince." The emperor said, "I have already instructed people to keep an eye on the East Palace. If he dares to come here, let's live in another place this year."

Yu Jingdu froze when he heard the words, knowing that the emperor was planning to beat the prince.

Or rather, it was not beating, but that Yu Fang had long since given up on him.

"If someone from Rongzhuo asks him about his movements these days, how should he answer?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"Don't get you involved, lest others say that you are not on good terms with your brothers." The emperor said: "It is said that I arranged them in Zhuangzi, and you should not take him too seriously at the palace banquet, and make friends with others. student."

Yu Jingdu was busy when he heard the words, and didn't say anything more.

After leaving the imperial study, Yu Jingdu originally planned to return to Fu'an Palace.

But he didn't know what to think, so he turned around and went to the embroidery room.

In the palace, there is an embroidery room dedicated to royal clothing, and the embroiderers in it are all skilled.

When the female official in charge of the embroidery room saw that the person who came was King Yan, she felt a little uneasy, thinking that there was a mistake in the clothes made by King Yan before.

"Nothing." Yu Jingdu looked around in the embroidery room, "This king wants to get some gadgets to give away."

"I don't know what Your Highness wants? The lower official has ordered someone to do it." The female official said hurriedly.

Yu Jingdu looked at the patterns the embroiderers were embroidering, and said unintentionally, "Pouch."

"Dare to ask what kind of purse your Highness wants?" the female official asked.

"How many patterns do you have here?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"There are about thirty species," the female official said.

"Then get one of each type, the sooner the better." Yu Jingdu said: "This king will turn back and ask the people in the mansion to come and count the money with you, and the money will come out of this king's private treasury."

Female Officer:  …

The author has something to say:

Qingyu: Is it amazing to be rich?

Chapter 61

Rong Zhuo drank too much last night and slept until noon the next day.

After taking a long shower, it was time for lunch.

"Little Master Rong, the lord ordered you to wake up and go find him." A servant sent a message to him.

"What did the lord say?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"The lord said, let you accompany him to lunch."

"Oh..." Rong Zhuo hurriedly put on his clothes, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

He vaguely remembered what happened last night, as if Yu Jingdu had come to him, but he didn't really remember what he said, because he was too sleepy at the time. He only remembered that he took people as bluestones by drinking alcohol, as if he was hugging and rubbing.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly went to Yu Jingdu's bedroom, and as soon as he approached, he saw the other party standing under the porch outside the temple door, holding a small branch of plum blossoms in his hand, as if he was distracted.

Yu Jingdu was tall and straight, and today he was wearing an indigo blue slim-fitting military uniform, which made him look more and more beautiful.

But he was holding a red plum in his hand at will, which added a bit of a different feeling to his heroism.

For a moment, Rong Zhuo suddenly thought of the situation when he first met each other. Yu Jingdu was also wearing an indigo shirt that day.

After a few months, Rong Zhuo remembered that scene again, and still only remembered his first impression of Jingdu: good-looking.

Rong Zhuo is good-looking himself, so he rarely thinks too much about good-looking people.

But Yu Jingdu's good looks are not the same as him. Rong Zhuo is the kind of beauty that anyone wants to get close to, without deterrence or aggression, Yu Jingdu is a cold and alienated appearance, good-looking is good-looking , but most people just want to hide away when they see it.

"My lord." Rong Zhuo saluted him.

Yu Jingdu turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Come here." Yu Jingdu said.

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo walked over to him and stopped two steps away.

Yu Jingdu stared at him for a while, then stepped forward and pinned the small branch of red plum in his hand to Rong Zhuo's hair.

The young man's black hair was like ink, and the red plum in the hairpin was not squeamish at all, on the contrary, it had a bit of vividness unique to young people.

"Your Highness?" Rong Zhuo raised his hand and took off the plum blossom and played with it, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I just promised this king last night, but I forgot it today?" Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo was stunned, his mind turned sharply, and he secretly said what did he promise last night?