At the end of winter, there was a sudden heavy snowfall in Yecheng.
Overnight, the city was sealed off by heavy snow, those who wanted to enter the city could not enter, and those who wanted to leave the city could not get out. Those who got up early and hurried on the road were lonely, and there was a moment of complaints on the street.
Because of the heavy snow, Jiang Rao's family stayed here.
Inside the mansion, a maid was walking towards Jiang Rao's yard with a well-crafted four-ear stew pot.
There is steaming heat in the cup pot, and the freshly simmered pigeon soup is simmering.
When she arrived, she reported to the night guard maid: "Master asked me to bring pigeon soup for the girl."
The night guard maid yawned, and her breath was white, "Why so early?"
"Yesterday, the girl said that it was going to snow and wanted to go out of the city. The master didn't believe it, so he argued with the girl, which was not pleasant. Unexpectedly, it was really snowing and closed the city today. The master felt guilty, so he asked the kitchen to stew the young girl's favorite drink." Tang, you have to apologize to the girl."
The master in the maid's mouth is Jiang Xingzhou, the fourth master of the Jiang family.
Before marriage, he was unrestrained, but after marriage, he became famous for taking care of his family and doting on his wife. After having a daughter, he was a veritable daughter slave. This kind of thing that makes a big fuss in order to please a little daughter often happens to him, and those servants are used to it, and they are not surprised.
The night guard maid opened the door for her and said softly: "The girl is not awake yet, you put the soup in first, remember to speak softly."
The earth dragon was burning inside the room, and it was as warm as spring. It was so warm that people felt hot, which made the snowflakes raging outside and the weather bad.
The servant girl put down the pigeon soup, and as soon as she went out, icy snowflakes fell on her face, cutting people like knives.
She couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "It would be great if I listened to the girl, and my return to Beijing would not be delayed, so I wouldn't have to suffer from the cold here."
The maid who kept watch at night turned around and closed the door, "But the sun was shining brightly yesterday, who would have guessed that it was going to snow."
"Didn't the girl see it?"
The two discussed and glanced into the room.
On the couch, like a cat, curled up alone.
Cloudy temples and red lips, sleepy face is thick. Her jet-black hair flowed like satin on the pillow, and her skin was so fair that it seemed to compete with the falling snow on the branches outside.
No matter from which angle you look at it, it is flawless beauty.
There are many beauties in Jinling Jiangfu, this is a fact recognized by Dazhao. Jiang Rao has been a beautiful woman with exquisite eyebrows and eyes since she was a child, but it is a pity that she left her hometown Jinling with her wandering father when she was six years old. After a long time, she was gradually forgotten, even though she became more and more charming every year , when mentioning the beauties in the Jiang Mansion, few people mention her.
Only the servants serving in Jiang's house know how beautiful their girl is, and when she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she looked like a little person who came out of a painting, with pink cheeks.
She has become like this at the age of thirteen, and people can already imagine how stunning she will be in the future.
At this moment, her two black eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she couldn't stretch them, looking very upset.
Jiang Rao slept restlessly.
Because she's had several nightmares lately...
It has come true every time!
The first time she dreamed that the horses at home were frightened and went mad.
At first she thought it was just an ordinary nightmare, but the next day she heard the news that her father had fallen off the horse and was injured.
Then came the snow.
Right now, she is haunted by another nightmare.
In the dream, it was vaguely when the remnant clouds broke at dawn, and a maid rushed in shouting, "Master is being bullied".
The young master she was talking about was Jiang Rao's younger brother, Jiang Jinxing.
His personality runs counter to his name, mischievous and impulsive, very capable of causing trouble, an excellent seedling who climbs walls and houses. But he is only seven years old, too young to bully others, not to mention, on the contrary, he is often bullied.
Jiang Rao has always cared for his younger brother, and when he heard that he had been wronged, he rushed over with someone.
In the snow, she saw the person who had clashed with her younger brother—a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.
The younger brother said that it was the man who fed her horses something they shouldn't eat, which caused her father to be injured.
The boy's body was mixed with blood, water and mud. He was drenched in the winter and looked like a beggar. Only his eyes were bright.
It's just that there is no warmth and human touch in it, but it is full of coldness and indifference, vicious and full of hostility, just like the cruel eyes of a little wolf when he is bleeding.
He stood outside the stable, holding in his hand the herbal medicine that would drive the horses crazy, but he stubbornly refused to admit it, let alone who was behind it.
Even when she was tortured and interrogated in the snow by the servants she brought, she bit her thin lips to death without saying a word, and her long eyes were red as if dripping blood, as if she couldn't feel the pain, she stared at her relentlessly .
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Jiang Rao's scalp was numb from his wolf-like fierce eyes, and he took Jiang Jinxing away from there.
Later, they found the real culprit who made her family go crazy—
Not a boy, someone else.
Filled with guilt, Jiang Rao went back to look for him, but he disappeared since then and was never found again.
Until a few years later, she was tied up and thrown at the feet of a man in a wheelchair.
The man was dressed in a black cloak, his complexion was cold and white, and he was tall and tall. He had a charming and sinister temperament and a beautiful face, which were extremely rare among men. His long eyes seemed to occupy the color of the world, and there was something familiar and frightening in his cold eyes. Seriously.
It took her several glances to recognize him.
The little beggar who was once alone in the snow.
Now he is surrounded by servants, dressed in brocade clothes, sitting in the upper position with a face of indifference, with a tall and straight figure, rich and handsome, like a god.
In just a few years, he has grown into a person with high position and power who can't be offended by anyone.
The method of retaliation against her is even more crazy and cruel——
Jiang Rao woke up suddenly, her head dripping with sweat.
Waking up from a nightmare, the lingering fear is still there, as if you have died once and come back to life again, your heart seems to be strangled for a long time, and then suddenly let go, the heartbeat is still numb, and the feeling of suffocation and despair is still slowly accumulating in the chest .
That dream just now was too scary.
She glanced up out the window.
The sky was not yet fully lit, and snowflakes were falling.
Jiang Rao's heartbeat quickened.
In that dream just now, it was the same weather—
The cloudy sky has just broken dawn, the sky is dim, and the gloomy weather makes people panic.
At this time, the door creaked.
A maid rushed in with her shoulders covered in snow, and shouted out of breath, "Girl, the young master was bullied outside!"
Jiang Rao thought for a moment that she was still dreaming.
Breaking dawn and the maid rushing in, these are clearly scenes from a dream just now.
She raised her head and looked at the maid.
A face that he had just seen in a dream was reflected in his pupils.
Jiang Rao's breathing was stagnant, and her body trembled like a needle prick, "Where is he?"
"It's outside the stable next to the posthouse."
Next to the post house, outside the stable.
It's the same as in the dream.
In other words, what the dream revealed was what would happen today...
Jiang Rao became anxious, lifted the quilt, and hurriedly stepped into the embroidered shoes placed under the couch, "Take me there quickly!"
…
Yesterday, the heavy snow was like gluttonous gluttony, devouring all the colors in the world overnight, and the white covered the sky and the sun, endlessly, until suddenly a red shadow broke into it.
It was Jiang Rao, wearing a red cloak, running towards the stable.
She was running very fast, the lace of the cloak was loose and was blown behind her, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the wind, making a rattling noise.
All the way she wondered what it would be like beyond the stable.
If the younger brother didn't do anything, she would just take him away, as far away as possible from that boy.
But if my younger brother has already offended someone...
Jiang Rao had a headache.
According to the boy's nature of vengeance in the future, if her younger brother has offended him, she wonders if she can change the fate of being revenged.
The more I think about it, the more I have a bad feeling.
The previous nightmares, even if they were known in advance, could not change the final outcome. What if this time it can't...
Suddenly, several figures broke into his line of sight.
A group of people gathered outside the stable.
Among this group of people were her younger brother and servants of her family.
But she just didn't see where the young man was.
After searching around carefully, Jiang Rao suddenly took a breath...
Surrounded by the crowd, the figure lying on the ground couldn't be seen clearly from a distance, but it seemed to be the boy.
Some grass residues fell messily on the snow, and a rough walking stick made of a wooden stick.
And her younger brother was commanding the servants loudly, "Pour this bucket of cold water on me, and I'll see if he wakes up!"
Jiang Rao's heart trembled when he heard it, and he rushed over to block the young man, "Stop!"
The servant stopped when he heard this.
Jiang Rao was out of breath, looking at the bucket of ice water that almost fell on the boy's body, she immediately understood why the boy in the dream was drenched all over.
She will be late for a while, and he is probably wet again.
Fortunately, she came early.
Otherwise, pouring a bucket of cold water all over his body in winter would be more bone-chilling.
It was just an imagination, and she shivered herself.
With lingering fear in her heart, Jiang Rao lowered her eyes and looked at the boy's face.
His black hair was messy, his tall nose was stained with blood, his forehead was black and blue, his narrow and beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and his cold white skin against the backdrop of the ice and snow revealed a deadly silence and aura.
Jiang Rao turned pale with fright, and hastily stretched out her hand to check his breath.
Alive, okay.
I don't know how long he has been lying on the snow, and the snowflakes on his body have fallen into a thick layer.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he only had a thin, coarse cloth on his body. The material was so torn that it couldn't even cover his arms. A thin forearm was bare, drooping on the snow, purple and blue from the cold. The tattered coarse cloth clothes would be considered dirty even if her servants used them as rags.
In such a cold day, how did this person end up in this situation
Jiang Rao took off her cloak and covered him, protecting him, "Why did he faint?"
"Did you hit it?" Jiang Rao asked tremblingly.
Jiang Jinxing rubbed his nose, very aggrieved, "I didn't hit him, he was the one who hit me! I fainted suddenly, it has nothing to do with me. I suspect he is pretending."
Xiaotuanzi stuck in the snow, and said angrily and annoyedly: "Look at the herbal medicine in his hand, it is this medicine that makes the horse go crazy, and he is the one who hurt our father!"
Jiang Rao glanced at the boy's palm.
He did have a handful of herbs in his hand.
In the dream, she first thought that he was bullying her brother because he was older than her younger brother, and later believed her brother because of the herbs in his hand.
However, just because he has herbs in his hand, it doesn't mean that he must be the murderer.
Jiang Rao regretted her impulsiveness in the dream.
On the back of the young man's hands, there were frostbitten and chapped cracks vertically and horizontally, which were deep and painful at first sight.
She felt more and more guilty.
Before coming here, I thought about taking my brother and leaving as soon as possible, hiding him as far as I could, but seeing him so pitiful now, I couldn't bear it in my heart.
No matter how lofty his status will be in the future, he is just a weak, helpless, fainted little pitiful, skinny as if he hasn't eaten for many days, and he can't fight back even if he is bullied.
Jiang Rao's heart was full of pity and remorse, "He passed out for real, not fake."
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Jinxing pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, took Jiang Rao's hand and said, "Sister, didn't you say that when you find the person who drugged the horse, you will make Daddy suffer, and let the person who harmed Daddy suffer?" Try it again? Now that I've found the bad guy, it's time for revenge."
Jiang Rao: "..."
That's exactly what she said.
Her father had been lying on the bed for more than a month after he fell from the horse, and now he could barely get out of bed and walk. Seeing his usually tall and healthy father lying weak on the bed, she was so angry at that time that she said such cruel words.
She glanced at the young man apologetically, and couldn't help but imagine what he would look like when he grew up—broad and thick shoulders, with an upright sitting posture, and a tall figure, able to support a black cloak very imposingly.
But he happened to be a poor cripple who could never stand up.
In the dream, did he become like this because of her
Jiang Rao's conscience trembled twice.
Suddenly, a wooden stick as thick as a bowl came across, which was handed over by Jiang Jinxing, "Do you want to do it? Sister."
Jiang Rao: "..." Conscience trembled again.
She and her brother probably took the script of the kind of vicious siblings who play tricks on the protagonist everywhere in the storybook.
Thinking of the survival time of this kind of character in the storybook—
Jiang Rao's heart suddenly rang out, and she said stubbornly to her younger brother, "He is not a bad person, I will take him back."
…
Brought him back to his yard, Jiang Rao asked the servant girl to boil hot water, soaked the handkerchief, and personally wiped off the mud on the young man's face and neck.
Once the blood and mud were removed, his three-dimensional and beautiful facial features appeared.
She has a tall nose and narrow eyes, with long and upward eye tails and long eyelashes. Her complexion is deeply pale and sickly, and she has the temperament of a sickly beauty.
It's just that he hasn't fully grown yet, the pure white slender chin and closed thick eyelashes appear pitiful and ignorant of the world, and there is still a long way to go before his haughty, ruthless and ruthless appearance.
When Jiang Rao moved the handkerchief to his neck, she stopped suddenly.
There were several ugly scars twisting there.
The deepest and longest one lies on the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, winding from the back of his neck all the way to the top of his collarbone.
It seemed to be the whip wound left by the most vicious whipping method. After a long time, the wound turned into a centipede-like scar.
At the beginning, the bone may be deep, but after healing the wound is still deep, cracked in the skin, every glance Jiang Rao glanced at was shocking, the hand holding the wet handkerchief shook slightly, and almost dared not touch it again.
She wiped him more gently and softly, and after wiping, she washed and wrung out the veil.
The servant girl who was ordered by her to invite a doctor picked up something from the ground and said to Jiang Rao, "Girl, is this his purse? It fell here."
Jiang Rao glanced over.
The pouch is very old, the thread on the edge has been frayed, the blood color has covered the original color of the pouch, and there are traces of dried blood between the patterns, the blood stains are mottled and scary.
Jiang Rao frowned, "It's his purse, go and wash it."
She tucked the quilt up for the young man before going out to find Jiang Jinxing.
Because of the fact that she brought the boy back, the little guy was already sullen all the way.
He was anxious to avenge his father, seeing that she favored the "murderer", he was so angry that even she didn't want to talk to her.
But I can't let my brother continue to misunderstand.
Otherwise, even if she brought the boy back, the younger brother would still come to trouble him.
That's not okay.
She also planned to wait for the boy to wake up, apologize and explain the misunderstanding clearly.
It is best if the young man is not angry. If he is angry, or very angry, he will be enshrined and coaxed like an ancestor until the day he calms down.
When he went out, he was startled by Jiang Jinxing.
The little fat man was planted in the snow outside the house door like a radish, pressing the snow on the ground with his fleshy fingers, his movements were fierce, and all his anger was spilled on the snow.
Having identified the young man as the murderer who caused his father to fall off the horse, Jiang Jinxing was so angry that his lungs would explode when he saw his sister taking care of the villain meticulously.
His cheeks seemed to be stuffed with a small puffer fish, and he was puffing up all the way.
Seeing Jiang Rao came out to look for him, his eyes were full of blame and anger, and he lost his temper, "I don't have a sister like you who doesn't know people well and who recognizes a thief as a father!"
"It's not me who doesn't know people clearly." Jiang Rao slowly moved to his side and sat beside him.
Jiang Rao is not very old, and his fourteenth birthday will be half a year later, but he just likes to pretend to be an adult next to his seven-year-old brother, his sweet little face is serious, and his tone is pretending to be old-fashioned, "Also, recognize a thief as a father It’s not right here, it’s better to turn a deer into a horse. You can be ignorant, but don’t use words indiscriminately, it’s easy to make people laugh.”
Jiang Jinxing blushed at what she said, "Who dares to laugh at me!"
"I."
Jiang Jin weakened, "..."
Fury into a pufferfish again.
Jiang Rao looked at his younger brother's face for a long time, and asked him, "Does it hurt from being beaten?"
Jiang Jinxing: Hmph!
Jiang Rao stretched out her hand and rubbed his chubby cheeks, "Don't be angry, it's you who wronged others and broke their legs, indeed you should be beaten. You listen to my sister and give medicine to the horse Man, it's really not him."
Jiang Jinxing didn't believe her, instead he felt depressed, so angry that he wanted to cry, stood up, and hiccupped slowly, "Why is it not him?! He is in the stable, and the medicine is in his hands! He still wants to continue Harm daddy!"
Jiang Rao followed him and stood up, "I have already sent someone out to look for it, and you will believe me when you find the real culprit."
In her dream, she dreamed that the real culprit who gave the medicine was a butcher here, and she had sent people to look for it in advance, and the murderer would be caught in advance.
Jiang Jinxing didn't listen to her words at all, "It's because you read it wrong, I'm going to find Daddy, and let Daddy come and drive him away!"
He rushed out of the yard angrily.
Inside the room, Rong Ting struggled to open his eyelids.
The eyelids that were always bloody and heavy before became much lighter, and he raised his hand to rub it.
The fingertips are clean, without any stains.
Someone wiped his face.
A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, he raised his eyes slightly, and scanned his surroundings.
Strange room.
The cold wind and falling snow were isolated from the closed windows, and the house was warm and harmonious.
All the furnishings are neat and clean, and the two rows of antique shelves behind the screen are full of pamphlets and books.
The brocade quilt is soft and comfortable, as warm as the sun that has accumulated for several days.
But Rong Ting's pupils instantly cooled down as if he saw something dirty, he grabbed the quilt with his palm, and subconsciously lifted it up completely!
…
There are no needles.
No bugs.
His movements slowed down, his eyes were cold, his brows were frowned, and he fell into deep thought.
This is where