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"Nonsense!" Rong Qinghuai threw the thing in his hand, "He is a prince, how can he invite Ying to the front? Does he still regard himself as the feast king who didn't love his mother and father in the past?"
Rong Zhuo didn't expect him to be so angry, so he cautiously stepped forward and put away the pages, for fear that Rong Qinghuai would tear him apart when he was excited.
"If you don't have time, you can ask him not to go." Rong Zhuo said: "Oh, I forgot that you are no longer serving in the court, so you can't make a case."
Rong Qinghuai almost laughed at Rong Zhuo's anger when he heard this, but he calmed down quickly, thinking that if the feast king loves to go, what does it have to do with him? He didn't need to worry about this little bastard.
"What do you do next?" Rong Qinghuai asked.
"I'll show this to my uncle first, and if he thinks it's reliable, I'll go into detail." Rong Zhuo said, "First of all, we have to confirm what medicinal materials are in the current supply of frontier troops, what is missing, and how much is missing. Then I figured out a way to find a way to talk to the people in the court, and after the negotiation is completed, I will think about how to make medicine and how to transport it."
Rong Qinghuai sighed helplessly. What he wanted to ask was, what if King Yan went to Rongzhuo at the border gate?
But Rong Zhuo obviously didn't understand what he meant, but at this point, he also understood the other party's plan.
The Yan Wangren haven't left yet, this kid's heart has already flown.
the other side.
Yu Jingdu worked all day during the day, just to be able to run to the house at night to be warm with Rong Zhuo.
Who knew that Rong Zhuo didn't show up for two consecutive nights, which made him anxious.
At the beginning, Yu Jingdu also convinced himself that it was probably Rong Qinghuai who was holding people back and wouldn't let him out.
But then the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.
Rong Zhuo already knew that he was going to the front line. It stands to reason that he should cherish every day he stayed in the capital, right? Why is it even more distant than before?
Are you unhappy?
Yu Jingdu recalled what happened that night, and found that Rong Zhuo seemed really unhappy.
It seems that he is angry with him, angry that he has to leave himself to the front line.
The more Yu Jingdu thought about it, the more he felt that this was the reason, so he was a little restless all day.
"His Royal Highness." Li Feng said to Yu Jingdu: "The spy sent to Young Master Rong today has returned the news."
"How?" Yu Jingdu asked.
"I said that Young Master Rong got up early in the morning and went to the Duan Mansion, and didn't come out until it was close to noon." Li Feng said, "Later, Young Master Rong and Duan Zheng went to Jiangyuezhai together, and met Song Mingan and Su Yun, and the four of them used it together. Lunch, then went to the tea house again, and didn't disperse until dusk."
Yu Jingdu: …
Sounds like life is pretty rich.
"Where is he going now?" Yu Jingdu asked.
"Go to the house." Li Feng said hurriedly.
Yu Jingdu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and threw the document in his hand, "This king is going out."
"His Royal Highness, it's not dark yet." Li Feng reminded.
Yu Jingdu took a deep breath and could only temporarily suppress the irritability in his heart.
That night, Yu Jingdu hurried to the house after it was late at night.
When he arrived at the house, he found that the light in Rong Zhuo's room was still on, probably waiting for him.
Yu Jingdu hadn't seen anyone for several days, and his mind was full of messy thoughts along the way, but after he entered the room, he saw Rong Zhuo lying on the desk and falling asleep, still holding a piece of ink in his hand. 's pen.
Since he met Rong Zhuo, he had never seen him work so hard. He was a little curious, so he leaned over to the desk and took a look.
Seeing this, he was stunned, because on the page that Rong Zhuo had held down halfway, there was a long list of questions, all of which were related to the North Army.
The thoughts in Yu Jingdu's mind immediately dissipated, and the only thing left was the sour distress.
He leaned over and carefully picked up Rong Zhuo, and slowly walked to the bed and put it down.
He didn't know what Rong Zhuo was doing these days, but it was obvious that the other party wasn't arguing with him, nor was he arguing.
Yu Jingdu was half-kneeling on the edge of the couch, looking at the sleeping face of the young man, his heart was full of indescribable discomfort.
I don't know if it was his delusion, but Xiao Wanqian seems to have lost weight these days.
He gently stroked Rong Zhuo's beautiful mandible with one hand, and felt that the outline there was more distinct than before.
"Huh?" Rong Zhuo seemed to feel something, and opened his eyes in a daze.
The boy's eyes were a little dazed when he just woke up, but he soon got a smile.
"Why did I fall asleep?" Rong Zhuo stretched out his hand and hooked Yu Jingdu's neck, leaned forward and asked for a kiss.
Yu Jingdu hugged the person in his arms and kissed him, then whispered, "Sleep for a while when you're tired."
"I'm not going to sleep." Rong Zhuo struggled from his arms, got off the bed and walked to the desk, took the piece of paper that had not been written in time, "I've saved up a lot of questions to ask you, don't forget it later. already."
Yu Jingdu looked at him and asked, "What are you doing these days?"
"It's a big event." Rong Zhuo smiled mysteriously at him, and there was still a little tiredness in his eyes, "Why don't you guess."
Yu Jingdu remembered a bunch of questions listed on his piece of paper, "You are suddenly so curious about the Shubei Army, don't you want to join the army?"
"No." Rong Zhuo walked back to the couch and sat cross-legged beside Yu Jingdu, "Joining the army like me is a waste of rations."
"Many of the things you've inquired about are related to military supplies. Do you want your uncle to get some money to reward the army?"
"No!" Rong Zhuo smiled: "But it's a bit close."
Rong Zhuo is probably progressing relatively smoothly in the past two days, and he seems to be in a good mood.
He took Yu Jingdu's hand and held back a smile and said, "My uncle promised to get me a caravan, and I will make the decision. I plan to take the caravan to Beijiang after you go to the border army. !"
After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips and looked at Yu Jingdu with an expression of pleading for praise.
But Yu Jingdu slowly frowned, not wanting to praise him at all.