"Young Master Rong, please speak."

"What do you think... how about me?" Rong Zhuo was afraid that he didn't understand, and hinted: "I'm a dummy, don't you look down on me behind my back?"

Zhou Feng took a quick look at Yu Jingdu, and then replied, "Young Master Rong is just making a fool of himself on a whim, so there is no need to belittle yourself. Zhou has never seen Young Master Rong so likable as a playboy."

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhuo got drunk and his tongue started to grow a little bigger.

"It means... Zhou doesn't think you're a scoundrel, Young Master Rong doesn't need to think too much." Zhou Feng said.

Rong Zhuo was stunned for a moment, suddenly anxious, and his eyes couldn't help but turn a little red.

"Why don't I look like a dandy? Do you know how hard I work?" Rong Zhuo couldn't help getting up and swaying around, pulling the golden ring around his waist and there was a jingle, "I don't look like that? "

He drank and became a little stubborn now.

He was eager to get an affirmation in the mouths of others, let him prove that everything he did was meaningful.

"Then I'll ask you." Zhou Feng lowered his voice and asked him, "Who is better between you and the clerk you took care of?"

"What... on top?" Rong Zhuo asked blankly, "We all live in guest rooms on the third floor..."

Zhou Feng laughed out loud, "Young Master Rong, you're not still a child, are you?"

Rong Zhuo's face blushed when he heard the words. He stammered and stared at Zhou Feng and said, "How could it be possible... I went back to that little waiter's house for the first time and tossed it twice! If you don't believe me, ask him!"

"Every day...every night..." Rong Zhuo still wanted to quibble.

But when he thought that the person who arranged it was Yu Jingdu, he suddenly felt a little guilty, and the tip of his ear quickly became red.

Yu Jingdu's eyes fell on his long eyelashes that were trembling slightly from shyness, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This little dude can behave like this after drinking, how should he deal with his fourth brother?

Chapter 11

Rong Zhuo didn't get the answer he wanted from Zhou Feng, and was hit by the other party, obviously in a bad mood.

He lowered his head, holding the wine glass with his long, fair fingers, not sure if he was sulking.

He did not expect that this group of literati would talk about such a straightforward topic with others.

If he had known that he would be asked about this, he should have prepared in advance, and he would not have been so passive.

Rong Zhuo was annoyed that his response was too unsuccessful, but he couldn't help but wonder how to make up for it.

But this kind of topic often requires the first reaction. If he seeks to make up for it later, it will become more and more dark.

The more Rong Zhuo thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

He was already four or five points drunk, but after drinking a few glasses of wine, his drunkenness deepened.

Yu Jingdu took his eyes away from him and winked when Jin Douzi was about to refill his cup.

Jindouzi was also clever, and after knowing it, he quietly replaced the wine jug in his hand with a teapot.

Rong Zhuo didn't know whether it was because he was confused about drinking and drinking, or was absent-minded. He didn't drink the wine and was replaced with tea, so he drank half of the pot of tea one cup after another.

"I'm going to make it easier." Rong Zhuo stood up with the help of the table, but his body swayed a little because he was drunk.

Yu Jingdu quickly put a hand on his waist, Rong Zhuo's nose rubbed the side of his neck, and couldn't help but sniff.

"Why is the smell of incense familiar to you?" Rong Zhuo said to himself.

Yu Jingdu frowned slightly, not expecting Rong Zhuo's nose to be so sharp.

In fact, the smell of incense on his body is not strong, but he lives in Xun Huan Building, even if he does not use incense, his clothes will always be stained. The scent of this level was so far away that it was hard to smell, but it was still caught by the drunk Rong Zhuo.

The young drunken eyes raised his eyes to Yu Jingdu, his eyes lingered for a moment on his face with a human skin mask, but he couldn't see the slightest clue.

"Master, aren't you going to be convenient?" Jin Douzi asked in confusion.

"Oh yes." Rong Zhuo hurriedly let go of Yu Jingdu and was led out of the hall by Jin Douzi.

Zhou Feng looked at the backs of the two masters and servants, one red and one green, and exchanged glances with Yu Jingdu. Do you want to come along for convenience? Yu Jingdu shook his head, probably because he was afraid that Rong Zhuo would see something if he followed too closely.

Rong Zhuo went to the convenience, and when he washed his hands, he also washed his face.

Agitated by the cold water, his alcoholism dissipated a bit.

He sighed and remembered today's experience, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Why doesn't everyone hate him in the slightest?

Did he really fail so badly?

If these literati didn't hate him very much, would the prince be just like them and didn't care about it?

"Why is the son sighing?" Jin Douzi asked in confusion.

"Do you think everyone hates me?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"I don't think so, I think they all like the son, probably because the son is good-looking." Jindouzi said.

Rong Zhuo felt even more depressed after hearing what he said, and didn't even want to go back in the hall.

"You stay with me in the garden for a while, I want to be quiet." Rong Zhuo said.

Hearing this, Jindouzi helped him cross the path, thinking about going to sit in a pavilion not far away for a while.

Unexpectedly, the master and servant went around the flowers, and when they turned the corner, they saw a person sitting in the pavilion.

The man was dressed in white and looked only in his early twenties. He had a good temperament and was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, someone." Jin Douzi helped Rong Zhuo to go back.

At this time, the people sitting in the pavilion also saw them and said with a smile: "The two of you are here, why don't you taste the tea brewed below before leaving?"

"Then I'll disturb your son." Jin Douzi bowed to him and said, "My son has been drinking too much, so come out and breathe."

"You two, please." The man in white pointed to the seat opposite the tea table, indicating that they were free.

Rong Zhuo saluted him, then walked across to him and sat down.