Of course, what Jing Li said was nonsense.
He could no longer remember who Prince Rong was, or whether he was handsome or not. But he still remembered that the man was very kind to him, and he also remembered how he had waited and looked forward to it day after day.
But that's all in the past.
He was so young back then, and his feelings for that person were probably just admiration. He didn't want to make Qin Zhao unhappy because of a deceased person.
I'm sorry, Prince Rong.
Jing Li thought so in his heart, worried that Qin Zhao didn't believe him, and wanted to continue to express his opinion, but Qin Zhao bent down and kissed him.
Qin Zhao said helplessly, "I know how much you hate him. No need to say more."
Jing Li looked at him innocently and carefully, and blinked: "Then you are not angry, right? I don't like others, I only like you, you believe me."
Only like you.
When the boy said this, Qin Zhao's appearance was reflected in his beautiful eyes, and his expression was focused and cute.
Qin Zhao was touched by Xiaoyu's appearance. He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips: "Yes, I believe it."
Jing Li finally felt relieved. He lowered his head into Qin Zhao's arms and yawned.
The long journey these days was indeed a bit too much for him now. Jing Li closed his eyes, found a comfortable position and nestled in Qin Zhao's arms, and fell asleep in a short while.
Qin Zhao gently stroked the soft hair of the person in his arms and smiled helplessly.
How could he not see that Jing Li was saying this to deceive him
When the little guy lied, his eyes couldn't help but wander around, and he was very guilty, and he could see through it at a glance. And he wanted to ask about the past, of course, not because he was jealous.
He just wanted to know more.
After the poison was removed, he did recall some fragments of the past, but they were still vague. Those memories were not enough for him to deduce what had happened to him. There was only one thing he could be sure of now.
He... is most likely the late Prince Rong.
Whether it was the poem that was composed by that person by chance, or some fragments in his mind, or some news he had heard from the people before, it is enough to prove this point.
Since he is Prince Rong, the person Xiaoyu saw in Yunguan Temple that year should be him.
Unfortunately, there were many things he couldn't remember, let alone the details of his first acquaintance with Xiaoyu.
That's why he wanted to ask.
Who knew that this little guy's memory was worse than his.
But that's true, if what the abbot said is true, he was just a newly born fish at the beginning.
Qin Zhao felt a little regretful, but he didn't force it.
Mr. Xue once said that Shen Huan Powder had caused great damage to his brain, and it would take more than a day or two to recover, so forcing it was useless.
So even though he was gradually remembering some things, he didn't tell Jing Li.
Speaking out now would only add to my troubles.
What's more... If he were to tell everyone now that he is Prince Rong, Xiaoyu would probably be worried.
Not to mention him, even Qin Zhao had doubts when he came to this conclusion.
Because until now, there are still many doubts that have not been resolved.
For example, why did the current emperor only announce the death of Prince Rong in August three years ago, while he had clearly drifted to Linxi Village half a year earlier than that time.
For example, if he was really the regent, why had no one come to see him over the years, whether enemies or old subordinates
For example... Was he really that kind of person as rumored by the people
These puzzles cannot be answered for the time being, so Qin Zhao is not in a hurry.
It would be best if he could recover his memory as soon as possible, but it doesn't matter if he can't recover it for the time being. After all, his identity will not be discovered so quickly.
If he had someone else's identity, he might have worried about being recognized here, but he was Prince Rong.
Not to mention that the officials in this small city would never have the chance to meet the regent who once held great power.
Even if someone has really seen it, no one would dare to recognize it, and no one would dare to doubt it.
The current emperor announced to the world three years ago that the regent had passed away. To doubt the authenticity of this matter is to doubt the current emperor.
No one has the courage to do that.
As for whether the former enemies were lying in ambush here, Qin Zhao felt that most likely they would not.
There are many people in this world who look similar. If someone in the upper echelons really suspects that he is not dead, they will definitely search everywhere. This kind of search cannot be seen in public and is extremely energy-consuming.
Even if there were still people investigating it in the first one or two years, it’s time to give up after everything has been calm for so long.
Moreover, Qin Zhao had a vague feeling in his heart.
He felt that some things might not be what they seemed on the surface. He felt... that the path he was taking now was not wrong. Not only that, but there would probably be some unexpected gains.
The body in his arms suddenly moved, pulling Qin Zhao out of his thoughts. Qin Zhao hugged the person tightly, lowered his head and kissed Jing Li's forehead: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The latter mumbled something in his sleep and fell asleep again.
Jing Li was disgusted by Qin Zhao's change in temperament in recent days and was making a big fuss about it, but he didn't realize that he himself had actually changed a lot.
…became more sleepy, ate more, and became more dependent on him.
The dependence had even reached the point where it was beyond redemption. Qin Zhao knew that Jing Li had been sleeping very lightly these days and had to wake up from time to time to confirm whether Qin Zhao was still by his side.
That's a sign of insecurity.
During his first pregnancy, Jing Li was not as comfortable as he seemed. He was worried and scared.
But he was afraid that Qin Zhao would worry about him, so he said nothing.
So well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.
Qin Zhao sighed silently, stroked the other's back again and again, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
Jing Li slept for the whole afternoon, and when he woke up, it was almost dark.
Qin Zhao agreed to host the party tonight, and the people who were traveling with him did not bother to be polite with him at all. They directly booked a good restaurant in the city and left half an hour ago.
Jing Li still felt sleepy after sleeping for so long, and he couldn't stop yawning when Qin Zhao helped him put on his clothes.
Qin Zhao's words, "If we don't go now, the food will probably be eaten by those guys," made him sober instantly.
Jing Li couldn't bear the fact that her husband spent money but they didn't get to eat any good food.
Absolutely not.
However, it turned out that Jing Li and Qin Zhao were worrying too much. When they arrived at the restaurant, Chen Yanan and his group were standing at the door of the restaurant and could not get in at all.
Qin Zhao asked: "What's going on?"
"This place is reserved." Chen Yan'an said unhappily, "Originally we all went in, but suddenly some young master came and drove everyone out. We were afraid that we would miss you if we went back now, so we are waiting here."
Yan Xiu said, "He is the eldest son of the Gu family, Gu Heng, who is in charge of the Jiangling Weaving Factory."
Chen Yanan snorted coldly: "I don't care who he is."
"Gu Heng..."
Qin Zhao looked outside the restaurant, where a young man in brocade clothes stood in front of the restaurant. The young man looked young, probably twelve or thirteen years old, and was standing on the roadside with a group of servants, looking quite arrogant.
Obviously he was spoiled by his family.
Yan Xiu said, "Stop talking. The Gu family is the largest family in Jiangling and a royal merchant. The government has to give them some respect. We can't afford to offend them."
"Yes, let's go to another place to avoid trouble." He Zhixing has always been afraid of trouble, so he asked hurriedly, "What do you think, Doctor Qin?"
While they were talking, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of the restaurant. The young man restrained his arrogant look, smiled and walked forward to help the people inside out.
They were a well-dressed middle-aged couple.
Most likely it is the master of the Gu family and his wife.
Qin Zhao fixed his gaze on the two men for a moment, then retracted his gaze: "Let's go to another family."
Qin Zhao spoke, and several people turned and left. In front of the restaurant, the fat master of the Gu family suddenly turned his head and glanced at the crowd.
"Master, what's wrong?" asked the woman next to him.
"Nothing." Master Gu shook his head, "I just felt like someone was looking at me just now."
The woman smiled and said, "It's not easy for common people to see the master's honor. It's normal for them to take a curious look."
Mr. Gu responded without further explanation.
… Maybe he was just overthinking it.
This incident did not affect the mood of Jing Li and his friends. They quickly chose another restaurant, ate, drank and had fun, and left before the first watch.
It's not because of the curfew.
The curfew in the county town starts at 1:30 a.m. and ends at 5:30 a.m., but the curfew in Jiangling Prefecture starts at 3:00 a.m.
Jiangling had a prosperous business, and at night there were countless places for entertainment, which were called night markets.
Because of the existence of the night market, the court specially changed the rules, stipulating that the curfew time in prefectures and above can be relaxed to 3:00 to 5:00. However, from 3:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m., no one is allowed to enter or leave the city gate.
"Are you going to visit a brothel?" Jing Li asked in astonishment.
"It's not a brothel!" Chen Yan'an explained quickly, "There are singing and dancing along the coast after dark, and you can drink and enjoy the music. This is my first time here, and I want to take a look. It's really not a brothel, sister-in-law, please don't misunderstand!"
Jing Li looked at him suspiciously.
"Sister-in-law, trust me. How could I dare to do anything to let Ayi down?" Chen Yan'an said, "Why don't you go with us to take a look?"
Jing Li blinked and was about to nod, but was pulled back by Qin Zhao: "The night market is crowded, you are not allowed to go."
Jing Li: “…”
Discovered.
Jing Li was helpless and could only watch those people leave.
It was a tradition for the candidates to go to the night market after entering the city. After all, they were all young people, and it was their first time in the city, so they naturally wanted to broaden their horizons.
Moreover, the singing and dancing performance is just across the river, and if you don't go into the store to eat or drink, you don't have to spend a penny.
Even a candidate with limited financial resources like He Zhixing can still join in the fun.
Only Jingli can't.
Jing Li was led back by Qin Zhao, with his head hung down.
"What's there to do at the night market..." Qin Zhao paused, looked at Jing Li's expression, and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll take you there next time. Be obedient."
Jing Li: "When is the next time? After the baby is born?"
"Yeah, after giving birth."
Jing Li paused, then asked, "Then... is a brothel also okay?"
Qin Zhao: “?”
Jing Li looked back at the bright lights in the distance, his eyes full of hope: "I heard that the brothels in the capital are very interesting. The courtesans there are very talented and only sell their art but not their bodies. Let's go and take a look after the baby is born. As long as we don't mention our relationship, others won't know."
The brothel does not allow women and Shuang'er to enter, but Jing Li is not Shuang'er in terms of appearance or pulse, so he is naturally not worried about these.
Qin Zhao took a deep breath and asked calmly: "Who told you this?"
"Fang Tianying." Jing Li said, "That guy said he was a frequent visitor to the brothel in the city, and he also said that if his father hadn't stopped him, he would have almost bought a girl home. Why are you asking this?"
"fine."
Qin Zhao remained expressionless, and had already mentally prepared how to write a letter to Mr. Fang.
Bastard.