Rong Zhuo was relieved when he heard the words.

The next thing is not what he should worry about.

Nowadays, the "good news" made by Rong Zhuo is well known. His Royal Highness is like a god of war in the hearts of civil and military officials and the people of Beijing. Even if someone dares to move their minds at this time, it is destined to not cause any trouble.

On the second day after the turmoil passed, a pilgrim came to Qingyin Temple.

This person is Rong Zhuo's Mr. Ji Xiunian in Guozixue.

But Ji Xiunian was not looking for Rong Zhuo, because he didn't know Rong Zhuo was here.

He came to see Master Wuyun this time, and handed him something.

It was an edict prepared by the emperor after listening to Rong Zhuo's words at the palace banquet on New Year's Eve.

The edict was given to Yu Jingdu, and the content was to call him to Beijing.

"Why didn't your majesty send the edict to His Highness directly to the border?" Rong Zhuo asked in confusion.

"He probably didn't expect to be able to use this edict so soon." Wuyun smiled lightly, "The purpose of this edict is not to call the prince back to Beijing, but to give him a rightful name when he returns to Beijing privately. the origin."

In other words, as long as the emperor is safe and sound, this edict will always be in Ji Xiunian's hands.

Once something happened to the emperor, Yu Jingdu would definitely receive news and return to Beijing. If the war at the border had not stopped by then, Yu Jingdu's move would be considered a taboo. But with such an edict, no one can continue to criticize him.

"Your Majesty still cares a little about His Royal Highness," Rong Zhuo said.

"Haha." Wuyun raised his eyebrows, "What he cares about is not his own son, but a person who can stir up trouble for him."

After all, none of the emperor's sons could compare to Yu Jingdu.

By handing over the country to him, the emperor can feel at ease.

On the same day, Rong Zhuo asked Xing Chong to send someone to send the edict away.

If you want to come to Yu Jingdu on the way back to Beijing, you will be able to receive it.

In the days that followed, Rong Zhuo lived in Qingyin Temple and never left.

The life in the temple is clean and monotonous, but because the Eighth Prince is by his side, it is also interesting.

Rong Zhuo has nothing to do, and even goes to Zen with Master Wuyun.

Of course, his comprehension is limited, and he has not penetrated any truth, but as time goes by, he misses Jingdu more and more deeply.

And nothing major happened in the palace. The emperor's condition did not improve or worsen, just like when he first fell ill. Later, Rong Zhuo asked Xing Chong to send someone to ask Imperial Physician Wu, and learned that if the emperor was taken care of, it would not be impossible for him to live another three years and five years.

But if you want to get back to the way it was before, it is absolutely impossible.

The days went by in a flash.

Finally, on the last day of the first month, Yu Jingdu returned to Beijing.

Rong Zhuo waited on the mountain for a day, but did not wait for the news that Yu Jingdu let him go back.

On the contrary, Yu Jingdu wrote him a letter asking him to stay in Qingyin Temple for more days.

"His Royal Highness still has a lot of things to deal with after returning to Beijing, probably because he wants to let the owner go back after everything is settled." Xing Chong said.

"Well." Rong Zhuo nodded and asked him, "How is the border?"

"As the owner expected, a great victory." Xing Chong said, "Even if His Highness Sixth Highness doesn't do this, His Highness should return to Beijing after the second month."

Rong Zhuo was not surprised by this result, and the victory of the North Army was not accidental.

After that day, Rong Zhuo continued to live in Qingyin Temple.

Yu Jingdu never came to see him, but he wrote him a letter every day.

The matter in the letter is as big as what happened in the DPRK and China today, and as small as what meal Yu Jingdu had today. Every time Rong Zhuo read the letter, he simply replied to him with two sentences, most of which were about the Eighth Prince.

Rong Zhuo was actually a little pissed, and he was angry at why Jingdu had not come to see him after returning to Beijing for so long.

Even let him go back, okay? Even if the two don't meet during the day and secretly go to the house for a private meeting at night, it's better than being separated from each other all the time, right? Obviously they are all the capital, only half a day's journey away...

It was not until a few days later that someone from the temple came to report that the Crown Prince had come down.

Rong Zhuo's heart throbbed suddenly, and while he was happy, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

As if deliberately arguing with Yu Jingdu, he followed the guards to greet him. When he saw Yu Jingdu, he lowered his head and planned to salute with everyone, so he almost wrote "I'm not familiar with you" on his face. .

But before he could finish the ceremony, someone grabbed his wrist.

The temperature of the opponent's palm came through the skin on his wrist, causing Rong Zhuo to breathe.

But he still lowered his head and did not look up, nor did he look at Jingdu.

The eighth prince hugged Yu Jingdu's leg, raised his face and smiled and said, "Third brother, are you here to pick up the beautiful brother back to the Prince's Mansion?"

"Yeah." Yu Jingdu reached out and rubbed the eighth prince's small head, "I'll play with Shuangxi for a while, the third brother has something to say to his brother."

The Eighth Prince nodded obediently, and then walked to Double Happiness.

Yu Jingdu took Rong Zhuo's wrist and led him straight to the backyard.

Rong Zhuo followed behind him, only to feel that his wrist was so painful that he grabbed it twice, but he didn't break free.

After the two entered the room, Yu Jingdu took them into his arms.

The familiarity in the other's arms suddenly wrapped him, making Rong Zhuo feel a little soft-hearted.

But then, the grievances of the past few days rushed up...

"I've been thinking of you since the day you left Beijiang, and I've been thinking of the moment I saw you just now." Yu Jingdu didn't wait for Rong Zhuo to speak, and then took the initiative to explain: "I have some things to do after returning to Beijing, I want to wait. I'll see you when things are done. It's not that I miss you, or that I'm avoiding you."

"The matter of His Royal Highness is so important? It's so important that you don't even care about seeing me?" Rong Zhuo said aggrieved.

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I heard people say that this kind of thing is important." Yu Jingdu stroked his cheek with one hand and leaned forward to kiss him, but Rong Zhuo turned his head away.