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Jiang Rao stopped walking.
Hu Tang followed her, and stopped. She reacted slower than Jiang Rao. Following Jiang Rao's line of sight, she saw Rong Ting waiting at the bottom of the steps.
Hu Tang subconsciously motioned Jiang Rao to look there, "Isn't that His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
"I'll go over." Jiang Rao's voice fell at the same time as hers.
By the time Hu Tang finished her sentence, she had already walked down a few steps along the stepping stones.
The embroidered ribbon on the cloak gradually floated up, and it took only a few steps to change from a walk to a trot.
Before Hu Tang called her a slower voice, Jiang Rao's figure passed a few more steps, so that Hu Tang could only swallow his words.
Every time she stepped on a stepping stone, the hem of Jiang Rao's cloak with peacock blue and gold threads seemed to be dragged to the ground, and then lifted up with her steps, so as not to touch the dust on the ground.
At the last step, there was even a tendency to throw her feet into the arms of the person in front of her, but fortunately, she stopped her feet, and a slight panting sound was mixed in the voice, "You... why are you here?"
Just looking at the picture of her running towards him, Rong Ting's eyes softened a little bit, and his long and narrow eyes gradually curved due to the uncontrollable smile.
He wore a silver crown to tie his hair, and he was dressed in indigo-blue embroidered green bamboo sleeves. He looked very elegant, and he calmly put his outstretched hand back on the armrest of the wheelchair. The staff are here."
"Where's the staff who invited you along?"
Jiang Rao looked behind Rong Ting, but except Huai Qing, she didn't see anyone else.
Rong Ting did not answer immediately, but glanced behind Jiang Rao.
Hu Tang was following Jiang Rao down the stone steps.
Rong Ting's glance made her stop, and she subconsciously closed her fists.
Often when there is danger, she will subconsciously make a fist.
Because of Rong Ting's eyes, Hu Tang felt his hostility towards her.
Inexplicable hostility.
It was so inexplicable that she blinked again, which made her feel that she was wrong.
Just now, the person who seemed to be looking at her with a bit of ruthlessness had shifted his gaze back to Jiang Rao.
He looked at her with all his heart, as if he had never moved away.
His eyes were a little sad, and his voice was unhappy, "Those colleagues... maybe, they left first."
"Are you looking for them?" Jiang Rao asked.
"Um."
Jiang Rao was slow to respond to his words, and suddenly had a guess in her heart.
"This temple is not too small. Could it be that you turned your head back and couldn't find your way?"
Rong Ting turned his eyes away a little, his movements were very light, and he nodded as if he didn't want to admit it.
Jiang Rao then asked Huai Qing, "Have you never been here?"
"I came here many years ago, and it has been renovated." Seeing that Rong Ting was pretending again, it was really difficult to lie for the master, and Huai Qing inevitably stumbled when he spoke, "Master Huici doesn't know where to lecture, pilgrim I went there with most of the monks in the temple, and I couldn't find anyone to ask for directions, so I met the girl first."
Huai Qing's words made Jiang Rao's guess come true.
Sure enough, I got lost.
Her gaze fell to Rong Ting's hand holding the arm rest of the wheelchair.
This hand wiped away the tears on her face and held her sprained ankle.
She is the only one who knows how thick the callus on his palm is and how deep the scar is.
These are a pair of hands that have suffered so much that she can't bear to let him control the wheelchair by himself.
Jiang Rao went behind him and pushed his wheelchair.
"I've been here a few times, why don't you ask me to take you around."
Rong Tingzheng nodded slightly.
Hu Tang was unwilling.
She frowned, and called out "Niannian" aggrievedly.
"I also want you to accompany me to the bookstore to buy military books. I'm the only one. The boss in the bookstore accepted my mother's bribe and won't sell me."
She was just slow for a while, and failed to talk to Rong Ting before she appeared.
Jiang Rao was in a dilemma for a moment.
Rong Ting turned his head, looked at Jiang Rao's embarrassed face, and said softly, "You can go with Miss Hu."
He moved the wheelchair, let it out of Jiang Rao's hand, and turned westward sharply, "I'll go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall first."
The Wanfo Hall is in the east.
Jiang Rao watched him go in the wrong direction, and couldn't help coughing towards his back.
He was not walking fast, but she caught up with her in two steps at a normal pace, walked around in front of him to stop him, blinked her clear water almond eyes, "Just wait for me for a while."
Jiang Rao turned her head and pulled Hu Tang aside.
Hu Tang muttered dissatisfied, "He is also a prince after all, how could he not find anyone to ask?"
Jiang Rao murmured to her, "Don't look at him pretending to be a normal person. He has a low face and refuses to admit that he is lost. He is probably angry and refuses to ask anyone for directions. I will accompany him to visit this Buddhist temple. You want to be with me."
Jiang Rao expressed his thoughts.
When she made this call, when she was thinking in her heart, she bluffed herself first.
After saying it, Hu Tang was frightened again.
Hu Tang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, the dissatisfaction on his face gradually dissipated.
It's just that she curled her lips, and soon felt troubled again, "A man's face is really thin."
"Let's save him some face, don't talk too much." Jiang Rao pulled Hutang's hand.
Probably a girl like Jiang Rao who has a gentle temper and looks obedient and sticky, her words are too difficult for people to refuse. One sentence, "for your face."
Hu Tang's world is always going straight, "It's good for you to accompany His Highness the Ninth Prince. If you treat him well, he will treat you well in the future."
Jiang Rao didn't think about it so much, she couldn't see him staying there alone before, and now that the marriage is settled, it seems even more unreasonable to let him be there alone.
At this time, Hu Tang inadvertently mentioned something to Jiang Rao, "He didn't come here today because he was guarding you?"
Jiang Rao shook her head without thinking, "I never announced that I would come here to offer incense, and he didn't know I was here."
She explained the reason why he was here for Rong Ting, "His Highness the Ninth Prince came with his colleagues, and got lost with his colleagues, so he lost his way."
"Really?" Hu Tang glanced around, but saw no one, "Then his colleagues are really hateful, and they won't come looking for him when he is lost."
"Maybe he doesn't want to cause trouble for them." Jiang Rao beckoned for Taro to come over, "You go to the bookstore with Miss Hu, if you want any military books, ask her to buy them and treat them as gifts for you."
When Hu Tang listened, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
It's not that I'm happy because I saved the money to buy books.
It's just that if this book is given to her by someone she thinks is good, it will be much rarer than if she bought it herself.
Yu'er accompanied Hu Tang to leave, and Jiang Rao returned to Rong Ting.
After the knot in her heart caused by the nightmare was untied, she laughed a lot recently, and the candy in the small pear dimple on her cheek seemed to be full all the time.
It makes people feel satisfied just seeing her smile, and all worries are gone.
Seeing her smiling and walking towards him, Rong Ting's heart softened for a moment.
"Miss Hu left?" He asked softly.
"She's gone." Jiang Rao thought about what Hu Tang mentioned just now, the smile on his face faded, and he asked very seriously, "Those colleagues of yours left you behind?"
"I'm not in the way. On the contrary, you were supposed to accompany Miss Hu to the bookstore, but I was delayed..." Rong Ting was worried and fixed his eyes on Jiang Rao.
"I asked Yu'er to follow her. If the owner of the bookstore doesn't sell her military books, Yu'er will buy them for her. I'll accompany you to visit here, it's okay."
She asked Rong Ting, "Why are you suddenly in the mood to come to Sanqing Temple?"
Most people who come to temples to donate incense have something to ask for.
But she didn't know what he wanted.
It is clear that everything depends on oneself.
"Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites set our wedding date on the seventh day of August. I hope the weather will be fine that day."
He paused, Jiang Rao was slightly startled by the sudden words.
"I hope that day the clouds are the clouds you like, and the wind is the wind you like."
When he said this, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling.
Jiang Rao's heart was trembling with the deep laughter when he smiled lightly.
A few days ago, she also heard the news from someone sent by the palace.
But when the news is told by other people, compared with what Rong Ting told her personally, the feeling is completely different.
Some subtle perceptions are magnified a hundredfold.
Jiang Rao raised her eyes, and suddenly met his gaze, looking at his face with a prettier smile than anyone else, but she didn't know what to say, she hurriedly avoided her eyes, and said with some stumbles , "However, wait for more than two hundred days."
"Two hundred and nine days."
Jiang Rao looked away, flustered and didn't know what to answer.
Maybe it was because his eyes were too deep, the way he stared at her... Invisibly made her feel like being stared at by him that night again.
An oppressive sense of nowhere to escape.
She bit her lip, walked around behind him, pushed his wheelchair, couldn't see his expression, and the rhythm of the snare drum beating in her heart finally stabilized.
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Rong Ting couldn't see her, so he looked at her shadow on the ground, with his head down, looking at her back, he looked a little cute.
Jiang Rao pushed him all the way to the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and she was a little curious as she walked, "Have you never been here before?"
Even the princes in the palace, before the autumn hunting and during the sacrifices, it is possible to come here to pray for themselves and their families. This kind of experience, let alone princes, there is no rich or poor before the Buddha, and the children of every family in Jinling , everyone has this kind of opportunity.
Rong Ting just shook his head.
Jiang Rao was stabbed in the heart.
She knew something about him when he was a child. He was weak and sick, and he was said to have a surly temper. He was often locked up. He must have missed many banquets.
But she never thought that he didn't even enter the temple to pray for himself.
As soon as the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall arrived, she pretended to help him out, so as not to let others see the fact that his leg injury had healed, helped him to the futon, watched his tall figure dwindle, and worshiped the gods.
Thinking of what he was begging for, Jiang Rao turned a little red behind her ears, took advantage of Rong Ting inside to bow down, and first went outside the hall to wait.
Rong Ting's long hair hung down his shoulders, and his profile was as delicate as jade. He knocked down and then raised his head. In his hazel pupils, his eyes looked more pious than anyone else in the hall.
When he was desperate when he was a child, he also prayed to the gods, but there was no response time and time again, and his expectations disappeared like that.
From then on, he no longer looked down on these so-called gods, who would believe in them, but they were just stupid mortals who were so weak that they wanted to entrust their fate in the hands of mud embryos.
Now I have something I want so much.
Only then did he realize that he was just a mortal.
Stupid mortals.
Greedy mortals.
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After a stick of incense was burned out, Jiang Rao happened to come back from outside the hall. She had a string of Buddhist beads in her hand. After returning, she glanced at it. After all the people in the hall were gone, she passed the Buddhist beads through Rong Ting's left hand and pushed them away. to his wrist.
Jiang Rao helped him put it on, and the action was a bit slow when fastening the rope buckle. "When I went to the temple when I was young, the elders would often buy me such gadgets. I wore them for a few days, and took them off when I got tired of wearing them."
She is small, so she pretends to be an elder here, "You wear this, and you will take it off when you get tired of it."
But the role of the elder made her very uncomfortable.
"It would have been nice if my father hadn't traveled out of Beijing."
If she didn't travel out of Beijing, maybe she could see him earlier.
Even without those dreams, she would always reach out to help.
Anyway, it can make the young him feel better.
Rong Ting looked down at this new thing that appeared on his wrist for the first time.
The red sandalwood beads are dark in color, strung with red threads, and worn on his wrist, they can block some old scars.
He didn't really care about those scars, he looked at this string of small prayer beads that meant nothing to other children, his eyes were strange and blank, but he cared.
"If you get tired of this, there will be no new ones." His head drooped lower, his face between a teenager and a young man was green and clean.
Jiang Rao shook her head, "There will be new ones."
At this moment, she didn't think that he was her golden thigh anymore, and she didn't think of him as the ninth master in her dream. He is Rong Ting, so she wants to give him these things that he has never had, as long as she has them, as long as she is there.
Rong Ting was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Just now... Miss Hu seems to be a little dissatisfied with me."
The voice is dumb.
He knew it was wrong for him to do this, but the more he felt unable to let go, the more he wanted to make her his own.
Just look at him alone.
Don't look at other people.
If this thought is exposed, let her see clearly what he prayed for before the Buddha, what will happen in the end...
As soon as he thought of this, he started to have a headache.
Rong Ting's eyelids were lowered, and his expression was humble and docile. Against the backdrop of several stone Buddhas behind him, he was like a piece of gentle jade.
Those stone Buddhas are always smiling, as if they are sure that no one will play tricks in front of the Buddha statues.
"I know it's my fault. You shouldn't be with me, but with her."
"Even if you don't come to accompany me, I won't be demanding. After all, I am causing you trouble..."
"No." Hearing that he was feeling guilty again, Jiang Rao frowned, and cut him off with a firm tone, "You are not my trouble."
"You only rest for five or six days a month. When you are not resting, I can stay with Hu Tang. She won't care about me just because she misses this afternoon."
She thought about it carefully, tilted her head, and felt that Rong Ting's problem of overthinking should be cured. She said to him very seriously: "Even if you are worried that she will be angry with me, I will spend more time with her in the future. It will be added."
Rong Ting: "..."
"You don't have to worry." Jiang Rao made another stab.