Seeing this, Yu Jingdu only kissed him on the forehead.

"Remember that before I left the capital, I said I wanted to give you a birthday present?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

Rong Zhuo was stunned when he heard the words, his face flushed red, and he said stubbornly, "Forget it."

At that time, he thought that the birthday gift that Yu Jingdu was going to give him was just like him. However, when he was born, the two were not together. Yu Jingdu won a battle at the border that day, and lost an arm of Di Meng, the commander of the Qing army.

"I thought about giving it to you before I left the capital, but I was afraid that I would reach the border..." Yu Jingdu paused, probably knowing that Rong Zhuo didn't want to hear those unlucky words, so he changed the subject, "So this congratulations to me. I keep it, I want to give it to you today."

Yu Jingdu took out something like a booklet and put it in Rong Zhuo's hand.

Rong Zhuo's face was blank, and when he opened it, his eyes turned red.

What Yu Jingdu gave him was a marriage certificate.

"You..." Rong Zhuo looked up at him, but couldn't say a word.

Yu Jingdu looked at him and said cautiously, "You agreed at the beginning, but now you can't go back."

Rong Zhuo sniffed, "I see this ink, it's clearly written just now, don't try to lie to me."

"It's true that I wanted to give it to you before I left the capital, and this was indeed written just today." Yu Jingdu said, "Your uncle hid your family so well that it took some time to find your parents. The marriage certificate was written after exchanging your birth date with them."

Therefore, Yu Jingdu has been delaying these days because of this.

"It's flashy." Rong Zhuo said something wrong.

"Don't you like it?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

Rong Zhuo lowered his head and glanced at the marriage certificate in his hand again, his eyes filled with a smile that could not be concealed.

Yu Jingdu squeezed his chin with one hand and leaned forward again to kiss him.

Rong Zhuo reached out and touched his lips, "This is a Buddhist holy place, how can you be so presumptuous?"

Yu Jingdu chuckled when he heard the words, but he didn't continue the nonsense, he just held the person in his arms for a moment.

"I haven't congratulated you on your victory yet." Rong Zhuo said.

"If you really want to congratulate, you might as well congratulate me on something else."

Yu Jingdu said as he stretched out his hand on the marriage certificate.

Rong Zhuo's ears turned red, and he said, "His Royal Highness is too stingy. You want to send people away with a marriage letter, don't you even have a token?"

"Of course there are tokens." Yu Jingdu took his hand and put something in it.

Rong Zhuo looked down and saw that it was a key.

"The key to the private treasury of the Prince's Mansion." Yu Jingdu said.

"I don't want to be your housekeeper." Rong Zhuo laughed.

"Then it's your caravan." Yu Jingdu said, "It's up to you how you want to deal with it. I only have two requests."

Rong Zhuo looked at him curiously, and then heard Yu Jingdu and said, "First, I will decide the name of the caravan."

Rong Zhuo nodded and asked him again, "What about the second?"

"Second." Yu Jingdu looked at him tenderly, "Boss Rong can't just focus on business and leave me in the capital."

"Deal." Rong Zhuo said, "Do I want to give you a token too?"

"It's enough to give me yourself." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo's heart warmed, and the tip of his ear couldn't help but turn red.

Then he heard Yu Jingdu whisper in his ear, "At least three times a day..."

Rong Zhuo: ...

That day, when the two went down the mountain together, it was noon.

The sun shines on the mountain road, reflecting the shadows of the two people who are not separated from each other.

"Yu Jingdu." Rong Zhuo asked him in a low voice, "When did you start having me in your heart?"

Yu Jingdu thought for a while after hearing the words, "From the time you redeemed me."

"Nonsense." Rong Zhuo said, "I don't believe it."

Yu Jingdu smiled and did not argue.

He has asked himself this question in the past, and even came to many different conclusions.

But every time, he felt that it was not the most accurate answer.

It seems that no matter which moment he chooses, he will find that before that, he has long been moved by Rong Zhuo.

In the end, he could only believe that the answer was this:

At the beginning, when this young man he had never met threw a bag of golden leaves at him to redeem him, a certain place in his heart was moved, but he didn't understand what that meant at the time.

Fortunately, they are not too stupid.

On the road closer to each other, no one was delayed for too long.

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The old rules are still in a warmer place. Let’s leave some fragmentary explanations behind~ Thank you for your support along the way, and will give you red envelopes tomorrow~

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In a world with no alphas and no inhibitors, he goes through painful estrus days every month. Until one day at a palace banquet, he smelled the smell of Alpha pheromones. He followed the taste to find the other party, but found that this person was the violent boss in the book.

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Attack angle:

After Wei Nan resigned as an adult, there was an uncontrollable tyranny in his heart, which often tortured him to the point of death. Until one day, he met a beautiful young man at a palace banquet. As long as he was close to him, his emotions could be comforted very well.

It's a pity that the young man seemed to be a little afraid of him, and he was cautious every time he approached him, and he only appeared for a fixed number of days every month, and he disappeared when the days passed.