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She couldn't see where he was, so she had to go back to the house and wait.
Rong Ting came back with a bucket of hot water and a wooden basin. When he opened the door, the little girl sitting on the edge of the bed trembled slightly. His eyes were too sharp. Even though she quickly wiped her face, he still looked Cleared the tear she shed.
Jiang Rao didn't cry when she was outside, and she didn't cry when there were people around her, but she was the only one left in the room just now, and she shed tears before she realized it.
Seeing him coming back, he hurriedly erased it.
Rong Ting remained calm.
She wiped the tears off her face because she didn't want him to see it, so he pretended not to know, and walked over to pour the hot water.
Jiang Rao watched him walk in with long legs, and said in a low voice, "Your legs..."
Rong Ting froze for a moment.
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Jiang Rao saw something from his stiff figure, she frowned, "Do you have any difficulties?"
"Then I won't ask." She was tired today, and her voice was already very hoarse, so she could only whisper softly, "Okay, that's all." She could also have one less thing on her mind.
She didn't even have the strength to think of the previous dream about his leg injury recovering, and she murmured again, "It's all good."
Rong Ting's vision is complicated.
The little girl's disposition is too soft and obedient.
Good enough to make him feel that he is a heinous sinner.
Now that her temperament is so pure, he looks more and more like a villain who wants to defile him.
Jiang Rao kept staring at the moon outside, "Could you take me home tomorrow morning?"
She wished that in the blink of an eye again, the sky outside would be bright, and the sound of the morning drum would sound, so that she could continue to go out and think of a way.
But she was a little afraid of tomorrow's arrival.
I can't wait for time to stop here.
Rong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, he was dissatisfied with her putting her mind on things other than him, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he said "yes" softly.
"You sleep here tonight, and I sleep in the study." He put the half-filled tub of hot water at her feet, and the hot air rose slowly, "Wash your feet."
Jiang Rao looked at him in surprise.
Rong Ting's hand had already grabbed her ankle, and she wanted to take off her embroidered shoes, Jiang Rao shrank back in fright.
Even though she was usually a little unruly, showing the skin of her ankles to men was still a bit beyond her acceptable range.
"Look." He didn't let go, "You don't want me anymore."
Jiang Rao took a breath. What kind of reason is this? How does not wanting to be seen by him have anything to do with not wanting him
"The marriage will be settled sooner or later. It's not against the rules." He looked at her with a bit of anger but didn't dare to get angry, and looked at her with a bit of aggrieved expression, "It's just that you don't think so, only I think so. You still I feel that there will be problems in the marriage, and I want to throw me away at any time."
The tone is obviously low, but there is a sigh and annoyance in the ending, which sounds like a baby.
Jiang Rao lowered his head as his subconscious thought was broken by him.
"There's no one else here." He grabbed her feet that had retracted into the bed with his fingers, without any intention of letting go, and didn't even give her a chance to come by herself, "Only I can see."
The ankle was pressed with moderate force, and Jiang Rao's body gradually relaxed a lot, completely failing to notice the dominance hidden in his words.
That's what he said, who valued fame more than her, and she didn't seem to have anything else to say. After all, she is already a person who has been driven to a dead end. Etiquette, chastity, and so on are all things that cannot save her family.
To hell with it all, then, she poked her foot wearily and resignedly.
Rong Ting received the cue from her movement, took off her embroidered shoes and socks, pressed her feet to soak in the water.
In fact, he didn't take her promise or not to heart.
It would be best for her to agree, and if she doesn't agree, he won't let go.
Anyway, I can't escape in the end.
Otherwise, her two embroidered shoes are already wet, and how cold it will be if she wears them again.
The embroidered shoes placed beside the tub were wet inside and out, covered with snow and mud.
The soles of the embroidered shoes were thin and soaked through.
These shoes are for the pampered eldest lady, they are not meant for walking. The soles of the shoes are soft and thin, and they can be soaked in snow after walking two or three miles on the snow.
Jiang Rao slowly regained consciousness after being stuck in the barrel with her frozen red feet. The left ankle bone, which was originally slender and white as jade, was now swollen, purple and red, exposed on the water.
She was a little worried about whether she would be able to walk tomorrow, Rong Ting squatted in front of her, looked down, his eyes changed immediately, he raised his eyes and asked her, "Just now, who bumped into you on the street?"
His voice was cold.
If someone hadn't bumped it with his foot and fell down on the flat road, his ankle would not have been injured to this extent.
"It's a maid." Jiang Rao recalled, she was in such a hurry that she didn't even see what the person who bumped into her looked like.
"I don't know whose servant girl it is. It was too dark, so I didn't see it clearly." She added.
Rong Ting pursed his thin lips, but did not answer.
He stood up suddenly, and pressed his palm on the bed behind her, and the shadow instantly enveloped Jiang Rao's body.
Jiang Rao's right shoulder sank.
Rong Ting's face was pressed against her, and his forehead just touched her right collarbone, buried deeply.
Before she could understand what he meant when he suddenly hugged her like a big dog, he straightened up and frowned in disgust, "You smell like someone else."
Jiang Rao turned her head to the right, lowered her head and sniffed.
She was a little surprised that there was an unfamiliar fragrance on her body.
She sniffed the fragrance on her body carefully again—it was the smell of lilac.
Beside, Rong Ting said: "You don't use this kind of incense."
"It's the aroma that hit my maid." Jiang Rao turned to look at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I seldom use incense."
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Her right shoulder was covered with the fragrance of lilac flowers, and it was also the right shoulder that the maid on the road bumped into her.
Anyone who can afford aromatherapy must be a servant girl of a rich family.
Rong Ting squatted down again, laying his head on her lap, hearing her hoarse voice, felt a little distressed, and said to her with his face half up, "Stop talking."
He tilted his head and said to her again, "Your own smell is very good."
His chin was right next to her knee, as if he had put the weight of his head on it, but Jiang Rao didn't feel the weight. Instead, because of his closeness, he felt a sense of security in his heart.
Begging all day, no one is willing to help her.
She could figure out what they were worried about. Some people care about their families, others care about their future, each has its own pursuit and responsibility.
She doesn't complain or get annoyed.
Just sad, hopeless.
When she was walking on the road in the dark, she kept thinking that it would be great if only someone could stand by her side, just being alone.
There is really such a person in front of her at this moment.
It was really good.
After washing her feet, she was fed a bowl of medicine for sprains, then wrapped in a brocade quilt, and placed beside the couch like a triangular rice dumpling.
There was the smell of medicine on his body on the quilt, she shrank her head down, and her eyelids were a little heavy when she smelled it, she glanced at the medicine bowl suspiciously, and pulled Rong Ting before falling asleep, "Remember to order, tomorrow When the bell rings, if I haven't woken up, call someone to wake me up."
She didn't want to be a shrinking turtle who overslept and sat there waiting to die.
Rong Ting agreed to her, and she closed her eyes, not forgetting to thank him, her soft voice was very cute.
There was a bright moon outside the window, Rong Ting watched her fall asleep, put his palms close to pull the quilt for her, and didn't lift it up for a while.
It's this kind of time and still so good.
He traced her eyes, got up and walked out of the room with the medicine bowl mixed with sleep aid medicine, which can make people sleep well at night.
Huaiqing was waiting under the eaves with a lantern, when she saw Rong Ting slowly walking towards him, she hurriedly stood up tremblingly, lowered her head, not daring to look at Rong Ting.
Rong Ting's steps are leisurely and unhurried, his foundation in martial arts is solid, and the sound of his footsteps is so light that it doesn't seem to exist.
Huaiqing looked at the shadow walking towards him on the ground, and tightened his hands holding the lantern tightly.
Anyone with a brain can know that His Highness the Ninth Prince will definitely not get well in a day.
But even a personal servant like him didn't notice anything wrong.
Not at all.
"Wu Que invited Mr. Liao back, and he is in the front hall." Huai Qing reported truthfully.
Rong Ting handed him the medicine bowl in his hand, and ordered, "Tell Wu Que to bring Lord Liao to the guest room."
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When Liao Qiubai was accompanied by Wu Que into the guest room, Rong Ting was wiping a long sword with a rough kudzu towel.
He stood beside the candle with a sword, raised his finger and tapped twice, the long sword "clanked" twice, the cold light was like water, covering half of his face.
Hearing Liao Qiubai's movement, he smiled lightly and looked up, "Master Liao is here?"
Liao Qiubai was almost scared away by the cold sword light.
Although the eyes looking at him were smiling, even clean and thorough, Liao Qiubai felt as if a needle had fallen on his body, and trembled inexplicably, unable to feel the slightest warmth.
He gave a dry laugh, and saluted Rong Ting, "Here we are."
Speak well if you have something to say, what kind of sword should you rub.
After taking a second look, he sat down on the seat farthest from Rong Ting, bowed his head for a while, and suddenly said: "As for His Highness Ninth Prince being able to stand up, I will definitely keep my mouth shut."
He doesn't think he's stupid.
Rong Ting didn't forget to ask someone to take him to his mansion after riding his horse, holding a sword in his hand, isn't that implying this to him
He is probably the first person in the Ministry of Industry to know that his disability is fake.
Maybe even the only one.
Thinking of the weakness and sickness that Rong Ting showed them this year, and the lonely and pitiful expression on his face when he was ridiculed as disabled, all his actions are extremely real and natural.
Too much like a real cripple...
Liao Qiubai felt cold all over, folded his arms and shook, but at the same time, there was a touch of thought in his eyes.
Rong Ting laughed and put the sword aside, "Lord Liao is a smart man."
"It's just good that Mr. Liao has this kind of heart. Mr. Liao doesn't need to keep his mouth shut about my leg injury. Even if it's dark at night, I'm afraid someone has already seen it, so it may not be able to continue to cover people's eyes and ears."
Liao Qiubai breathed a sigh of relief, "Since that's the case, why did Your Highness the Ninth Prince invite me to your residence?"
"Lord Liao lent me a horse, I should be thankful."
Liao Qiubai: "..."
Thank him with a sword? Is there such a method of thanks
He looked at Rong Ting again, the young man was sitting upright, smiling just right, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was scheming or not understanding the world.
Rong Ting didn't finish his sentence, he stood up and poured a cup of tea for Liao Qiubai, "There are few capable people and wise men in my mansion, and few staff members."
Liao Qiubai furrowed his eyebrows and let go in a flash. He touched his head and refused with a naive smile, "I'm used to being laid-back and undisciplined. I have no ambitions. I'm a capable person. This... I'm not, Your Highness Ninth Highness, look up to me." me."
Rong Ting said in a low voice: "Your brother's brother is already in the second rank of the official position, can Mr. Liao really swallow this breath and don't want to make meritorious deeds?"
In a day's work, Jiang Xingzhou's matter reached the point where it was almost irreversible. Regardless of whether the painting was real or not, someone must have done it on purpose. He has arranged for spies to inquire about news in Jinling City, and they report every few days to avoid chaos. But among the market place, the governor was slow to speak, and the news he got was mixed and chaotic, and it was impossible to tell the truth from the false.
He hadn't thought about being so urgent about the staff, but if he hadn't lost the staff in the officialdom today, he wouldn't have known so late.
Liao Qiubai has seen that painting, this person is useful.
Liao Qiubai's complexion changed, and his eyes became sharper, "My elder brother and I are both descendants of the Liao family. It is the honor of our Liao family that he can be a second-rank official. How can I not swallow this breath?"
"Big brother Guangzong Yaozu, I live loosely, there is nothing wrong with it." He turned his eyes away from Rong Ting's probing gaze.
Rong Ting said: "If you really don't want to, why do you have to stay in the Ministry of Industry every day until the sound of the evening drum before going back? You live loosely, but you have scruples. If you seem to be competitive and overwhelm your eldest brother's limelight, you The birth mother will be bullied by the mistress."
Liao Qiubai clenched his fist tightly.
He was poked in every sore spot.
His concubine background and his weak biological mother bound his feet.
His father wished he hadn't been born, even if he was more talented than his biological brother, he could only pretend to be a wimp.
But he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, he wanted to climb higher.
The third prince, the fourth prince and the seventeenth prince, he has been looking at which prince will become the future prince, but before today, he had never paid attention to Rong Ting.
In his eyes, Rong Ting, who became crippled at the age of thirteen, lived a more useless life than him.
However, a few words from him today let him know that the people in front of him are not kind.
He was so clear about what he had never mentioned to anyone.
The fox tail hides really deep.
However, if he didn't have such scheming and city government, he wouldn't be the person he wanted to serve.
This is not a trivial matter, he did not dare to act rashly, and did not immediately agree, "Let me think about it for a few more days."
Rong Ting looked tolerant, and nodded slightly, "It's late at night today, and tomorrow will coincide with Xiumu, so I would like to ask Mr. Liao to stay at my house for a few days. Your Excellency has always been curious about what books I have read, and you can come in and out of me as you like." study room. I will discuss it after I have settled the matter.”
Liao Qiubai was overjoyed to be able to read Rong Ting's collection of books. He pondered what Rong Ting said just now for a few days instead of one night. Knowing what to say and what not to say, the matter of His Highness Jiu’s leg injury will not be known by others from my mouth."
He asked curiously, "It's so late, what can His Highness do?"
"The affairs of Uncle Ning'an's mansion are my affairs."
To solve this matter well, Jiang Rao will continue to look at him wholeheartedly, and only have eyes for him.
Rong Ting downplayed it, and Liao Qiubai's face was horrified, "The matter of Uncle Ning'an's residence is basically a foregone conclusion. Everyone wants to put aside their relationship with Uncle Ning'an's mansion. You are going against the trend and looking for your own death!"
Rong Ting ignored his words.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Liao Qiubai suddenly wanted to see how capable he was. He was silent for a while, and then said: "If His Highness Ninth Prince can settle this matter, I will be your assistant."
"However." He lowered his voice and warned for the last time, "Prince Jing is a long-standing heart disease. I'm afraid you won't be able to come back alive after getting involved in this matter."