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 after 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 serious.

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."

戎音愣了幾秒，很快明白他是什麽意思了，于是又開始不要命地撩撥：“那陛下想我什麽時候叫啊？我還會更多的叫法，陛下想不想聽？”

宗政逍蹙眉：“你在你那個世界都學了些什麽？”

“學的都是有用的東西。”戎音身處信息大爆炸時代，屬于上網查個資料都能把你拐進動作片頻道的程度，戎音即便不主動去看，一些東西也會不知不覺地存進他的腦子裏。

屬于是理論經驗豐富，但實戰次數為零的知識型選手。

不過可惜的是，戎音那會兒只看過男女的，男男的無論是理論還是經歷他都沒有，屬于只聞其名未見其實。

想當初他還是個直男，身邊沒有一個同性戀，也可能有，但他不知道。

宗政逍反問：“有多有用？”

戎音不直接回答：“以後陛下親自試試不就知道了。”

宗政逍深呼吸，努力壓制立即在這裏把人辦了的沖動，不過他的兄弟就明顯沒他這個耐心了。

戎音扭了扭腰：“陛下，你頂到我了。”

宗政逍：“……戎音，我有時候是真想拿糖把你的嘴巴粘起來。”

戎音繼續“拱火”：“那樣方便陛下吃起來更甜嗎？”

宗政逍不跟他客氣了，低頭結實地在他唇上親了一下，嗓音帶着欲望的沙啞：“再亂撩撥我，我就命令他們都轉過來，親眼看我倆互幫互助。”

“互幫互助”這個詞，還是上次戎音教給宗政逍的。

戎音見宗政逍不像是在開玩笑，他可不想成為被衆人圍觀的活春/宮，于是連忙讨饒：“我錯了，逍哥哥，放過阿音吧，阿音親親你好不好？”

說着，他就湊過去在宗政逍臉頰上親了一下。

宗政逍就知道戎音只敢在嘴上鬧得歡，實際行動起來比誰都慫。

他也沒有為難戎音，見他乖了，就繼續給他揉肚子。

戎音靠着宗政逍的肩膀，沒一會兒上下眼皮就開始打架，向來晚起的他忽然改變作息在今天早起，缺的覺就被生物鐘調整到了這個時間。

有宗政逍在，即便是在宮外，戎音也睡得很安心。

綠娥不經意間回過頭時，看見的就是戎音坐在宗政逍懷裏熟睡，而宗政逍悄悄靠近，在他眼角落下輕吻的情景。

或許是感受到了綠娥的注視，宗政逍本來要收回去的吻又繼續往下，直到親上了戎音的唇。

綠娥不好意思再看，連忙轉過頭去，臉都快紅成熟蝦了。

她忽然覺得，主子和陛下在一起的畫面，其實也挺養眼的。

離綠娥不遠的四喜見綠娥這副表情，就知道身後的那兩位主子估計又在“胡鬧”了，他微微一笑，擡頭看向湖邊柳葉搖晃的身姿，心道今天的景色真是美妙啊。

戎音睡了快一個時辰才醒，他睡眼惺忪，理智還沒完全回籠，但意識到宗政逍在身邊，就下意識地蹭了蹭他的臉。

“好喜歡你啊陛下……”戎音語氣有些含糊。

宗政逍卻是聽清楚了：“喜歡我什麽？”

“嘿嘿，喜歡你軟，當人肉墊子舒服。”

“……”宗政逍忍無可忍，在戎音臉上掐了一把。

這回手勁有點重，戎音立馬被疼清醒了。

“暴君，小氣鬼。”戎音揉着臉指責。

宗政逍沒回應，只端起茶杯喂到他嘴邊。

戎音正好渴了，便就着他的手喝了幾口。

拿人手短吃人嘴軟，這下戎音不好意思再罵人了。

唉，宗政逍真是把他拿捏得死死的！

戎音歇夠了，從宗政逍懷裏起身，來到外面抻了個懶腰，深呼吸幾口新鮮空氣，然後一屁股坐到綠娥身邊，道：“今天天氣這麽好，我給你們唱首歌吧。”

“咳咳。”宗政逍輕咳了一聲。

戎音趕忙補充：“主要是給我們逍哥哥唱。”

之前兩人在船內說悄悄話沒關系，但現在外面還有船夫，戎音就不方便再稱呼宗政逍為陛下了。

“嗯。”宗政逍這才滿意地點了點頭。

許久沒聽戎音開嗓了，綠娥等人很期待，幾個侍衛也看了過來，傳聞說鲛人善歌，今天居然能親耳聽一回，也是他們幸運。

戎音這回唱的是中文歌了，但屬于古風歌曲，整體感情基調很難定性是悲還是喜，聽歌詞，是一個浣紗的姑娘在自言自語，唠叨家長裏短，以及思念遠方的心上人。

歌曲輕快卻暗含淡淡憂思，船上的人都在靜心聆聽，包括船夫，都忘記劃船了，只顧着閉眸欣賞戎音悅耳的歌聲。

這時，外面忽然傳來一道琴音，隐隐與戎音的歌聲相應和。

等唱到後面，琴音已經融入了戎音的歌聲，雙方配合得越來越默契，仿佛他們本就是約定好的，一人彈奏，一人歌唱。

待最後一個音落地，雙眸已經亮的放光的戎音連忙跑到前方眺望，想看看是哪位知音居然與他如此契合。

而不遠處，一艘畫舫也在朝戎音這邊靠近，戎音很快就注意到了。

沒一會兒畫舫就停了下來，兩艘船離得不遠不近，是那種足以看見對面是男是女，但又瞧不清具體樣貌的距離。

船夫小聲告知戎音：“那好像是清秋閣的畫舫。”

“清秋閣？”戎音不知道這是哪。

船夫是個憨厚的漢子，有些不好意思跟這個好看得惹眼的男子解釋清秋閣是什麽地方，還是四喜懂事，上前道：“清秋閣的姑娘善琴棋書畫，平時靠給客人們吟詩作賦、奏樂起舞謀生。”

戎音懂了，這就是古代只賣藝不賣身的清倌兒，放到現代，高低是個十項全能的大明星。

旁邊的船夫有些傻眼，心道在富戶家裏幹活的人就是跟他們這些只能靠賣體力的大老粗不一樣，連清秋閣那種名聲不好的地方，都能被他描述得這麽中聽。

“想來方才彈琴的應當是位姑娘。”戎音說完，想了想，朝綠娥招手，“綠娥你過來一下，幫我裝裝門面，不然人家姑娘看見我們這一船的臭男人，都不好意思露面了。”

綠娥輕笑着上前：“主子又胡說了，您才不臭呢。”

其他人：那意思是臭的是我們？

戎音幹笑着摸摸鼻子，道：“哎呀，我随口說說，不用這麽較真。”

綠娥笑容更燦爛了。

戎音站在最前面，綠娥稍微落後他半步，算是肩并肩。

畫舫裏的人或許是看出了這邊的誠意，也撩開竹簾走了出來。

來人是兩個姑娘，前者一身紫衣，烏發如雲，面覆輕紗，氣質輕柔，連走路的姿勢都優雅得不得了。

她身後跟着一個梳雙髻的小丫頭，應當是她的丫鬟。

紫衣姑娘矮身行禮，戎音和綠娥也回了禮，那邊的小丫鬟用清脆的聲音喊道：“我家姑娘是清風閣的寧月姑娘，請問閣下姓氏？”

綠娥回道：“我家公子姓戎。”

紫衣立即道：“戎公子。”

戎音也回：“寧月姑娘。”

紫衣詢問：“敢問公子，方才吟唱的曲子名為何？”

戎音道：“此曲名為《浣溪沙》，是我從前偶然從一位浣紗的姑娘那裏聽來，如果她知道今日自己的曲子遇見了知音，還是為曲藝高超的知音，應當會很歡喜。”

寧月亦笑道：“那我和那位姑娘都該多謝戎公子你，如果不是你用如此動人的歌聲在今日唱了這首曲子，我和那位姑娘可能永遠都不會知道對方的存在。”

兩人一番商業吹捧，戎音笑道：“寧月姑娘既然願意奏琴配合在下歌唱，應當是十分喜歡這首曲子，若是寧月姑娘不介意，可以多多傳唱，讓更多人能聽到這首曲子，也算是不辜負那位浣紗姑娘的才情了。”

寧月來找他，大概就是為了這件事，人家姑娘不好開口，戎音便主動提出來了。

“多謝公子成全，以後寧月唱這首曲子前，一定會對外言明曲子是位浣紗的姑娘所作。”寧月語氣裏滿是感激。

戎音道：“還是寧月姑娘細心，那我就替那位浣紗姑娘多謝您為她揚名了。”

“這都是寧月該做的。”寧月再行一禮。

戎音笑道：“若是有緣，希望下次見面，我能親耳聽見寧月姑娘唱這首曲子，您比我更适合它。”

“公子謬贊了。”

跟知音愉快地聊完，互相道別後，戎音便歡歡喜喜地回去了。

然後他就看見了宗政逍黑成煤炭的臉。

戎音湊過去，宗政逍就轉向另一邊，戎音從另一邊靠近，宗政逍就又轉回去。

戎音眼珠子滴溜溜一轉，直接撲了上去，宗政逍下意識伸手把人接住，就被戎音趁機坐到了腿上。

宗政逍：“某人臉皮真厚。”

戎音不要臉地靠近貼貼，笑嘻嘻道：“人家只對你厚臉皮。”

宗政逍冷笑：“是啊，只對我厚臉皮，然後對知音笑吟吟，是吧？”

戎音憋笑：“喲，這是吃醋了。”

“哪敢吃您和知音的醋啊。”宗政逍陰陽怪氣。

“哈哈哈哈哈……”戎音直樂呵，“還說沒吃醋，這青柳湖都快被你酸成醋湖了。”

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.