Chapter 058 Your Majesty, You Hit Me
Zong Zhengxiao almost choked himself out of breath. He looked at Rong Yin in surprise: "Where are you going? Say it again."
Rong Yin saw that his expression was not right, and shuddered a little, and said softly: "Nanfeng Pavilion."
Zong Zhengxiao did not rush to blame him, but asked: "Why do you want to go there?"
In fact, Rong Yin was just inspired. He saw that the man next to the man with kidney deficiency seemed to be in that industry, so he wanted to go and see how he did it.
Rong Yin waved to Zong Zhengxiao, and whispered as he approached, "We haven't done that before, and I don't know much about it, so I just want to go to a professional place to gain some experience."
What did "that what" refer to? Zong Zheng Xiao didn't know much about it, so his ears turned red.
"Ahem." Zong Zhengxiao looked around, then whispered into Rong Yin's ear: "No need to go to Nanfeng Pavilion. There are such books in the palace. I will study them when the time comes. You don't have to worry."
Rong Yin's eyes widened: "Two men too?"
Zong Zhengxiao nodded.
Rong Yin suddenly reacted: "How do you know there is one? Have you seen it before?"
Zong Zhengxiao's ears turned even redder, "I saw it once by accident."
Rong Yin realized in his heart: I don't believe it.
Zong Zhengxiao: “…”
He chose to skip the subject.
"Let's go. We are tired. Let's go to the teahouse and rest for a while." After saying that, Zong Zhengxiao turned around and walked forward.
Rong Yin chased him happily, and insisted on pulling his sleeve and asking, "Are you shy?"
Zong Zhengxiao: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
"Hehe." Rong Yin's smile was narrow, and Zong Zheng Xiao didn't even dare to look at him.
There were not as many customers in the teahouse in the morning as in the afternoon, but half of the seats in the lobby were full, so the group went to the private rooms on the second floor as usual.
Because the teahouse provides storytelling services, a window is opened facing the lobby. People in the private rooms can see the scenery downstairs, but people downstairs can only see the window.
The private room is fully equipped with tables, chairs and benches, with vases and paintings hanging on the walls. There is also a soft couch in the corner for guests to take a nap.
Such a high-standard layout will naturally not be cheap.
After we sat down, the waiter immediately served us tea and snacks, which were complimentary when booking a private room. We could have refills of tea, but there was only one plate of snacks.
Rong Yin took a bite of the snack and found it tasted just average, so she decided not to eat more and take up space in her stomach.
Seeing that he didn't like these snacks, Zong Zhengxiao ordered his guards to go to a nearby pastry shop and buy some snacks. They had to be sweeter and softer, and they had to include more of the store's best-sellers, to at least make sure they tasted good.
After the guards took the order and left, Rong Yin hugged Zong Zheng Xiao's arm with a smile and said softly, "Brother Xiao, you are so nice. I promise I won't make fun of you in the next two days."
Zong Zheng Xiao chuckled: "Then I have to thank you very much, A Yin."
Rong Yin pretended not to notice the strange tone in his words, waved his hand, and said proudly, "You're welcome."
Zong Zhengxiao: “…”
Lu'e and Sixi were laughing secretly beside them, but when Zong Zhengxiao glanced at them, they immediately stood up straight and acted seriously.
When the two guards came back with the cakes, the storyteller was already clapping his hands on the table with a wooden stick in his hand, stroking his beard, and continuing the story in a rhythmic manner.
Lu'e and Sixi packed the snacks and almost filled the table. Rong Yin only took one piece of snack, and Zong Zhengxiao didn't want any because he didn't like it. The rest was shared with the guards.
These snacks are basically steamed and fried, not baked. Although they taste good, they are not as good as those made by Chef Yu. If you eat too much, they will feel a bit greasy.
In line with the principle of not wasting food, Rong Yin finished the plate of snacks she had picked, and then drank half a cup of tea to neutralize the sweetness in her mouth.
"I feel like eating cream cake." Rong Yin muttered.
Zong Zhengxiao beside him turned to look at him and asked: "What does the cream cake taste like?"
He knew that whenever a new word came out of Rong Yin's mouth, it must be something from his original world.
Rong Yin said, "The cream cake is soft when you pinch it, just like cotton. It tastes even softer than the softest of these snacks. As for the cream, you can imagine it as clouds in the sky, except that these clouds are sweet and melt in your mouth, leaving you with an endless aftertaste."
After listening to Rong Yin's description, Lu'e and others who were enjoying their cakes suddenly felt that they were not tasty anymore. They also wanted to try the cloud cake that their master mentioned.
Lu'e boldly asked: "Master, is this a cake from your hometown?"
The hometown Lu'e mentioned was Haili. Rong Yin understood, but still nodded and replied: "Yes, it's my hometown."
Si Xi also asked: "Can we make it here?"
"Hmm." Rong Yin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."
A look of disappointment flashed across the guard's eyes, but Rong Yin immediately said, "But I can try. Maybe I can't restore it 100%, but it should be about 70% similar."
Before Rong Yin transmigrated into the book, he liked to watch food videos whenever he had free time, watching all kinds of homemade food, thinking that when he made money in the future, he would make delicious food for himself every day at home.
But before his wish could be realized, he was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Unexpectedly, his "dream" could be revived in another world one day.
"That's great." Lu'e said happily, "I will help you, my master, when the time comes."
There are no rules in Yinjiao Garden such as "the master cannot work, go into the kitchen, or wash himself". Because Zong Zheng is free and unrestrained, Rong Yin can do whatever he wants freely, as long as he doesn't get tired or injured.
After hearing what Lu'e said, Si Xi and the guards almost followed suit and expressed their loyalty. It was not until they saw Zong Zheng Xiao next to them that they remembered that they were not Rong Yin's subordinates and could not follow him every day.
Seeing the obvious disappointment in Si Xi and the guards' eyes, Zong Zheng Xiao's lips twitched.
I am not dead yet, but I want to find a new master.
Even if the new master is someone he likes, it won't work. Lu E alone is enough to give him a headache, so he doesn't want more people to divert Rong Yin's attention.
Rong Yin can only be his!
"Okay, I'll have to trouble you to give me a taste when the time comes." Rong Yin didn't notice the twists and turns between them and replied to Lu'e with a smile.
After making up his mind, Rong Yin began to recall the steps of building a bread kiln and how to make butter. Bread with jam is also good, so what flavor of jam should he develop...
As he was thinking, coupled with the sound of storytelling outside, Rong Yin almost fell asleep.
Zong Zhengxiao noticed that he yawned frequently and asked with concern, "Are you bored?"
"A little bit. The storyteller told it quite well, but I personally don't really like the development of this story."
Rong Yin and the others started listening to the story from the halfway point. The general plot of the story was that the hero's family was a famous martial arts family in the world, but the whole family was wiped out overnight, and only the hero survived. Then they started the traditional routine of looking for enemies, encountering dangers, and picking up beautiful women.
Although the plot is old-fashioned, refreshing writing is popular in every era, and if it is well written, it will still be liked by readers.
It's just that the person who wrote the story didn't make it exciting enough, so it failed to arouse Rong Yin's interest.
But it may be that he just doesn't like this. Judging from the reactions of Si Xi and the others, he should like these plots quite a bit.
Everyone has their own preferences for radishes and cabbages; just because you don't like them doesn't necessarily mean they are bad.
Zong Zhengxiao asked: "If you were to do this, how would you write this story?"
Rong Yin shook her head: "This is not a story I wrote. It is not convenient for me to rewrite it. Besides, what I write may not be popular. It is just my own preference."
Zong Zhengxiao said, "This teahouse was opened by Prince Ji, but the business has never been hot. It can't compete with the Chen family's teahouse across the street. If you have any ideas, you can give him some suggestions. Whether it will be useful or not, you will know after trying it out."
"So this is our own business, no wonder you came here." Rong Yin had an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face, and then said, "Since you are one of us, I can feel free to give you suggestions."
Seeing the words "I have an idea" written all over Rong Yin's eyes, Zong Zheng Xiao asked curiously, "What did you think of?"
Rong Yin chuckled and said, "I just have a rough plan. I'll tell you later."
At the same time, I said in my heart: Don't eavesdrop on my thoughts, otherwise there will be no surprise!
Zong Zheng Xiao: "This is not something I can control."
Rong Yin: "No matter what, it's not allowed anyway."
Zong Zhengxiao was helpless: "It's up to you."
Even though he said that, if Rong Yin accidentally revealed her true feelings and he accidentally heard it, he couldn't be blamed.
At noon, Rong Yin had just eaten some pastries and was not too hungry, so he did not eat much.
The sun was brighter in the afternoon, and Rong Yin didn't want to listen to the storytelling anymore, so Zong Zhengxiao took him for a boat trip on the lake.
The lake is called Qingliu Lake, and is famous for the green willows planted along its banks. It is connected to rivers at both ends, and is filled with fresh water every day. In addition, the government actively manages the lake, so the lake is extremely clean and clear, without any strange smell.
There are many pleasure boats floating on the lake, and this is a place where everyone in the capital can come and have fun.
Rong Yin and his group weren't many, so they rented a small boat.
However, despite the word "small", the hull is solid and clean, the layout is elegant, and it is sun-proof and ventilated. It is not the kind of ancient leaky fishing boat that Rong Yin had imagined.
After getting on the boat, Lu'e and the others placed tea and snacks on the table. Rong Yin was very full at this moment and had no mood to eat anymore. She was nestling in Zong Zheng's arms and letting him rub her stomach to help her digest the food.
Zong Zhengxiao has been rubbing Rong Yin's belly for almost a year, and his technique has long been as skilled as that of an old master. Rong Yin hums with pleasure, and others may think it's nothing, but Zong Zhengxiao doesn't think so.
He glanced at Lu'e and Si Xi who were sitting at the door. Seeing that they didn't notice him, he whispered to Rong Yin, "Stop yelling like that."
Rong Yin turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"
Zong Zhengxiao said: "Anyway, you can't call me that, at least not now."
Rong Yin was stunned for a few seconds, but soon understood what he meant, so she began to tease him desperately again: "Then when do you want me to call you, Your Majesty? I know more ways to call you, do you want to hear them, Your Majesty?"
Zong Zheng Xiao frowned: "What did you learn in your world?"
"Everything I learnt is useful." Rong Yin lives in an era of information explosion, where just searching for information on the Internet can lead you to an action film channel. Even if Rong Yin doesn't take the initiative to watch them, some things will be stored in his mind unconsciously.
He is a knowledgeable player who has rich theoretical experience but zero actual combat experience.
Unfortunately, Rong Yin had only seen men and women at that time, and he had no knowledge or experience of gay relationships, so he had only heard of it but never seen it in reality.
I think he was a straight man at the time and there was no homosexual around him, or maybe there was, but he didn't know it.
Zong Zhengxiao asked back: "How useful is it?"
Rong Yin did not answer directly: "You will know after you try it yourself."
Zong Zhengxiao took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the urge to kill the man right here and now, but his brother obviously didn't have his patience.
Rong Yin twisted her waist and said, "Your Majesty, you hit me."
Zong Zhengxiao: "... Rong Yin, sometimes I really want to glue your mouth shut with candy."
Rong Yin continued to add fuel to the fire: "Will it be sweeter this way, Your Majesty?"
Zong Zheng Xiao didn't bother to be polite with him. He lowered his head and gave him a firm kiss on the lips. His voice was hoarse with desire: "If you tease me again, I will order them to turn around and watch us helping each other with our own eyes."
The term "mutual help" was taught to Zong Zhengxiao by Rong Yin last time.
Rong Yin saw that Zong Zheng Xiao didn't seem to be joking. He didn't want to become a live spring palace watched by everyone, so he quickly begged for mercy: "I'm wrong, Brother Xiao, please let A Yin go. A Yin kisses you, okay?"
As he said that, he came over and kissed Zong Zhengxiao on the cheek.
Zong Zhengxiao knew that Rong Yin only dared to make trouble with words, but when it came to actual actions, he was more fearful than anyone else.
He didn't make things difficult for Rong Yin. Seeing that he was behaving well, he continued to rub his belly.
Rong Yin leaned on Zong Zhengxiao's shoulder, and soon his eyelids began to droop. He usually got up late, but suddenly he changed his schedule and got up early today. The lack of sleep was adjusted to this time by his biological clock.
With Zong Zheng Xiao around, Rong Yin slept peacefully even outside the palace.
When Lu'e turned around inadvertently, she saw Rong Yin sleeping soundly in Zong Zhengxiao's arms, and Zong Zhengxiao quietly approached and kissed him lightly at the corner of his eye.
Perhaps he felt Lu'e's gaze, Zong Zhengxiao was about to withdraw the kiss but continued it downwards until he kissed Rong Yin's lips.
Lu'e was too embarrassed to look any longer and turned her head away quickly, her face turning red as a ripe shrimp.
She suddenly felt that the picture of her master and His Majesty together was actually quite pleasing to the eye.
Si Xi, who was not far from Lu'e, saw Lu'e's expression and knew that the two masters behind him were probably "making a fuss" again. He smiled slightly, looked up at the swaying willow leaves by the lake, and thought to himself that today's scenery was really beautiful.
Rong Yin slept for nearly an hour before waking up. He was still sleepy and his mind had not yet fully returned. However, when he realized that Zong Zheng Xiao was beside him, he subconsciously rubbed his face.
"I like you so much, Your Majesty..." Rong Yin's tone was a little vague.
Zong Zheng Xiao heard it clearly: "What do you like about me?"
"Hehe, I like your softness. It's comfortable to be a human cushion."
"..." Zong Zheng Xiao couldn't bear it any longer and pinched Rong Yin's face.
This time the force was a bit stronger, and Rong Yin was immediately awakened by the pain.
"Tyrant, stingy guy." Rong Yin rubbed his face and accused.
Zong Zhengxiao did not respond, but just picked up the teacup and fed it to his mouth.
Rong Yin was thirsty, so she took a few sips from his hand.
Now Rong Yin felt embarrassed to curse him anymore.
Alas, Zong Zhengxiao really has him under control!
Rong Yin had rested enough, so he got up from Zong Zheng's arms, went outside to stretch, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then sat down next to Lu'e and said, "The weather is so nice today, let me sing a song for you."
"Cough cough." Zong Zhengxiao coughed lightly.
Rong Yin quickly added: "It's mainly for our brother Xiao."
It was okay for the two of them to whisper inside the boat before, but now there was the boatman outside, so it was not convenient for Rong Yin to call Zong Zheng Xiao "Your Majesty" anymore.
"Yeah." Zong Zhengxiao nodded with satisfaction.
It had been a long time since they had heard Rong Yin sing. Lu'e and the others were very much looking forward to it. Several guards also looked over. It was rumored that mermaids were good at singing, and it was their luck to be able to hear it with their own ears today.
Rong Yin sang a Chinese song this time, but it was an ancient style song. It was hard to characterize the overall emotional tone as sad or happy. Listening to the lyrics, it was a girl washing clothes talking to herself, nagging about her family's affairs and missing her lover who was far away.
The song was cheerful yet contained a hint of melancholy. Everyone on the boat was listening attentively, including the boatman, who had forgotten to row the boat and only closed his eyes to appreciate Rong Yin's pleasant singing.
At this moment, the sound of a piano suddenly came from outside, faintly echoing with Rong Yin's singing.
Towards the end of the song, the sound of the piano had merged into Rong Yin's singing, and the two sides cooperated more and more tacitly, as if they had agreed on it in advance, one playing and the other singing.
When the last word fell, Rong Yin, with his eyes already shining, hurried to the front to look, wanting to see which soulmate was so compatible with him.
Not far away, a pleasure boat was approaching Rong Yin, and Rong Yin quickly noticed it.
After a while, the pleasure boat stopped. The two boats were not too far away from each other, but not too close. The distance was enough to see whether the person on the other side was a man or a woman, but not to see their specific appearance clearly.
The boatman whispered to Rong Yin: "That seems to be the Qingqiu Pavilion's pleasure boat."
"Qingqiu Pavilion?" Rong Yin didn't know where this was.
The boatman was a simple and honest man, and was a little embarrassed to explain to this handsome and eye-catching man what Qingqiu Pavilion was. But Si Xi was sensible and stepped forward and said, "The girls in Qingqiu Pavilion are good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. They usually make a living by reciting poems and composing poems for the guests, playing music and dancing."
Rong Yin understood. This was the prostitute in ancient times who only sold his skills but not his body. In modern times, he would be an all-round star at least.
The boatman next to him was a little dumbfounded, thinking that people who worked in rich families were different from these rough guys who could only rely on physical labor. Even a place with a bad reputation like Qingqiu Pavilion could be described so favorably by him.
"I think the person who played the piano just now must be a girl." Rong Yin said, thought for a moment, and waved to Lu'e, "Lu'e, come here and help me dress up. Otherwise, the girl will be embarrassed to show up when she sees the stinky men on our boat."
Lu'e chuckled and stepped forward: "Master, you are talking nonsense again. You don't stink."
Others: Does that mean we are the ones who are smelly?
Rong Yin smiled and touched his nose, saying, "Oh, I was just saying it casually. You don't have to take it so seriously."
Lu'e's smile became even brighter.
Rong Yin stood at the front, and Lu'e lagged behind him half a step, so they were shoulder to shoulder.
Perhaps the people in the painting boat saw the sincerity here, so they also lifted the bamboo curtain and walked out.
The people who came were two girls. The former was dressed in purple, with black hair like clouds, her face covered with a light veil, her temperament was gentle, and even the way she walked was extremely graceful.
Behind her followed a little girl with two buns on her hair, who must be her maid.
The purple-robed girl bowed and saluted, and Rong Yin and Lu E also returned the salute. The little maid over there called out in a clear voice: "My girl is Miss Ning Yue from Qingfeng Pavilion. May I know your surname?"
Lu'e replied, "My master's surname is Rong."
Zi Yi immediately said, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Yin also replied: "Miss Ningyue."
Zi Yi asked, "Excuse me, sir, what is the name of the song you just sang?"
Rong Yin said, "The name of this piece of music is 'Huanxisha'. I heard it by chance from a girl who was washing silk. If she knew that her piece of music had found a kindred spirit today, and a kindred spirit with superb musical skills, she would be very happy."
Ning Yue also smiled and said, "Then both me and that girl should thank you, Master Rong. If you hadn't sung this song with such a moving voice today, that girl and I might never have known each other's existence."
After the two of them flattered each other for a while, Rong Yin smiled and said, "Since Miss Ningyue is willing to play the zither to accompany me in singing, she must like this song very much. If Miss Ningyue doesn't mind, you can sing it more often so that more people can hear this song. This will also be worthy of the talent of Miss Huansha."
Ning Yue came to him probably because of this matter. The girl was reluctant to bring it up, so Rong Yin took the initiative to bring it up.
"Thank you for your help, sir. Before Ning Yue sings this song in the future, I will definitely tell others that the song was composed by a girl who washes clothes." Ning Yue's tone was full of gratitude.
Rong Yin said, "Miss Ningyue is really considerate. I would like to thank you on behalf of Miss Huansha for bringing her fame."
"This is what Ningyue should do." Ningyue bowed again.
Rong Yin smiled and said, "If fate allows, I hope that next time we meet, I can hear Miss Ning Yue sing this song in person. You are more suitable for it than I am."
"Thank you for your compliment, sir."
After having a pleasant chat with his friend and saying goodbye to each other, Rong Yin went back happily.
Then he saw Zong Zheng Xiao's face, which was as black as coal.
When Rong Yin approached, Zong Zheng Xiao turned to the other side. When Rong Yin approached from the other side, Zong Zheng Xiao turned back.
Rong Yin's eyes rolled around and he pounced forward. Zong Zheng Xiao subconsciously reached out to catch him, and Rong Yin took the opportunity to sit on his lap.
Zong Zhengxiao: "Someone is really shameless."
Rong Yin shamelessly approached Tietie and said with a grin, "I'm only shameless towards you."
Zong Zhengxiao sneered: "Yeah, you are only shameless to me, and then smile to your soulmate, right?"
Rong Yin suppressed a laugh: "Yo, you're jealous."
"How dare I be jealous of you and your friend?" Zong Zhengxiao said in a weird tone.
“Hahahahahaha…” Rong Yin laughed, “You said you weren’t jealous, but you’ve almost turned Qingliu Lake into a jealous lake.”
Zong Zhengxiao had a cold face and did not respond.
Rong Yin hugged his neck and said coquettishly, "Brother Xiao, don't be angry. I'll give you a kiss, okay?"
Zong Zheng Xiao: “Haha.”
Just want to get away with it with just a kiss?
"Then..." Rong Yin thought about it, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little ambiguous. He lowered his eyes and looked at Zong Zheng Xiao, then spoke to him in his heart.
Zong Zhengxiao's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Rong Yin in shock.
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