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Yu Jingdu let out a long sigh of relief, tidied up his clothes, and glanced down again to make sure he couldn't see anything, so he was relieved.
"It's hot, can I go out later?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
"Yeah." Yu Jingdu responded, covered the jar in his hand, and kept playing with it.
Rong Zhuo walked to the side chair and sat down, clasping his hands between his legs, a little meaning that there is no silver 300 taels here.
Yu Jingdu turned to look at him with a playful expression.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Rong Zhuo's tone was somewhat inexplicable.
"It's nothing." Yu Jingdu retracted his gaze and suddenly chuckled.
Rong Zhuo glanced at him and laughed.
He thought, a man's body is really troublesome!
The two sat in the bathroom for a long time before they came out.
Rong Zhuo felt that the moisturizing balm tasted good and was very comfortable to wear, so he went to the bath room to buy two more jars.
"The two young masters will use it to come again next time." The guy said to Rongzhuo and Yu Jingdu.
"He doesn't need it, only I use it." Rong Zhuo smiled.
The guy glanced at Yu Jingdu with a bit of a smile in his eyes. He didn't say much, and sent the two out with great enthusiasm.
"Go back?" Rong Zhuo asked Yu Jingdu.
Yu Jingdu reached out and took the two jars in his hand, "Are you tired?"
"It's not very tired." Rong Zhuo said, "It's quite comfortable after taking a shower."
"Then turn around." Yu Jingdu said and led him up the market.
Although Bianzhou City is not as prosperous as the capital, the streets are quite lively.
Rong Zhuo is rarely interested. When passing by a street stall, he can't help but want to buy something interesting when he sees it.
Yu Jingdu remembered that he likes to buy these small things, so he bought a bunch of miscellaneous items.
Later, there were so many things that they could no longer take them, so Yu Jingdu found a buddy to give him money, and asked them to help bring the things back to the inn where they lived.
"Young master, do you still buy it?" Yu Jingdu looked at Rong Zhuo with a doting smile in his eyes.
Rong Zhuo put his hands behind his back, put on a picture of a young master, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't buy anymore, I'm tired."
When Yu Jingdu saw him, his ears turned a little red from the cold, so he took a tiger-headed hat from the stall next door and put it on his head. That tiger head hat should be worn by children, but there are big and small heads. The one Yu Jingdu took was probably a large one, and it was quite suitable to wear on Rong Zhuo's head.
"I didn't know you were wearing the hat I found for you earlier." Yu Jingdu said as he pulled down the ears on both sides of the tiger hat, and fastened the straps hanging on both sides. Only a small face remained exposed, and the ears and half of the cheek were blocked.
"Does it look good?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
Yu Jingdu stared at him for a while, and nodded while holding back a smile.
Rong Zhuo's facial features were originally delicate, but now wearing this tiger-headed hat, he looked so cute that he wanted to hug him and rub it before kissing him. But Yu Jingdu didn't dare to make a fool of himself, for fear of scaring him, he could only retreat and rubbed his head.
After returning to the inn, Rong Zhuo looked for a bronze mirror and found that the hat was really cute.
"It's a pity that we don't have a child at home, otherwise we would buy it back and wear it for him." Rong Zhuo said.
After he said that, he suddenly remembered the child in Yu Jingdu's arms at the last palace banquet.
"Is the child you held on New Year's Eve the Eighth Prince?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
Yu Jingdu was startled, probably didn't expect that he would suddenly ask this, "Well."
"That kid is very smart, and you seem to like him a lot." Rong Zhuo said.
Yu Jingdu smiled lightly, "When I left the capital last time, he was not born yet. When I came back this time, I saw him once in the imperial garden by chance. For some reason, the little guy is not afraid of me at all."
Yu Jingdu and his younger brothers have never had much affection, and he does not plan to work hard in this regard.
The royal brotherhood involves too many things, and it is vulnerable to a single blow.
"Do you like him?" Rong Zhuo asked him.
Yu Jingdu was silent for a long time before explaining to him: "His mother became a concubine and had some relationship with my mother concubine."
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo walked up to him and sat down, restrained his smile, and looked at him seriously.
"When she entered the palace, my mother and concubine were still alive, and the two lived close to each other, and then gradually became friends." Yu Jingdu said.
He omitted the layer that neither of them were favored, so they were sympathetic to each other, but Rong Zhuo could think of the reason after a little thought.
"My concubine is cold and arrogant, and there are not many people in the palace who can talk to her. She is one of them." Yu Jingdu said, "I heard from the housekeeper later that before they left the palace for the palace, the concubine Cheng came to my concubine's house every year. On the anniversary of my death, I would secretly burn some paper money for my mother-in-law."
Private worship of the dead was not allowed in the palace, and Cheng Concubine did so at the risk of being punished.
If it weren't for the fact that the housekeeper of the palace would secretly worship Concubine Qi every year, most of the things she did were unnoticed.
Rong Zhuo was quite emotional when he heard the words, thinking that this concubine is a long-term lover.
At that time, Yu Jingdu was not favored, and Cheng Concubine did these things secretly, so it must be out of sincerity and not for other purposes.
Probably because of this, Yu Jingdu looked at his young eighth brother in a different way.
"Then take this tiger hat back and give it to him." Rong Zhuo smiled.
Yu Jingdu glanced at him, "It suits you very well, you can keep it."
Hearing this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but walk to the bronze mirror to take a picture, and it seemed that he really liked it.
While the two were talking, Duan Chengju's voice came from outside.
Yu Jingdu heard footsteps early, got up and opened the door.
"Master Qi?" Duan Chengju smiled at him, "Is my nephew here?"
"Uncle Tang." Rong Zhuo came out from the inside, "Are you looking for me?"