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Coming out of the flower seller, Jiang Rao weighed the full flower basket in her hand. Although it was not in the way, it just seemed like she was wandering in the street, asking passers-by for something, and she didn't seem so serious, afraid of being caught. Someone tricked her into distributing the bought plum blossoms among the maidservants. Seeing that the small bamboo basket was about to run out, a slender hand stretched out from behind and picked the bamboo basket out of her hand.
She turned her head, Rong Ting lowered her eyes, and her eyes were on the flower basket. The flower basket looked big in her hand, but it looked small when he held it.
He swept away all the fallen leaves in the outer courtyard of the grandma's courtyard, and came out one step later than Jiang Rao.
Rong Ting lowered his head and looked at the past loosely. There were not a few plum blossoms left in the basket, and then he looked at how many plum blossoms were in the hands of the maids. He curled his lips, "I want it too."
Jiang Rao looked at his persistent comparison eyes and realized that he wanted flowers.
She never thought that he would be interested in flowers and plants, but anyone could tell from his demeanor that he really wanted it.
Jiang Rao laughed, and put some flowers in the basket in his hand.
Rong Ting followed behind her, with satisfaction and dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He still felt that the plum blossoms she gave to those maidservants were much more beautiful than those left in the basket. He was like a person trapped in the desert, who could never quench his thirst. He followed Jiang Rao slowly. Her steps were smaller than his steps. Big, it was easy to catch up, and raised his hand to put down the gauze on Jiang Rao's cone hat.
Just now drinking water in the yard, Jiang Rao put down the gauze on the cone hat, the old lady finally saw Jiang Rao's face, she kept holding Jiang Rao's hand and praised her for being beautiful, Rong Ting was left out in the cold, no matter how pitiful or good-looking Can't wait for his little girl to look at him.
He wanted to put the yarn down at that time.
Since she doesn't look at him, don't look at anything else, and don't be seen by others.
After forbearance until now, finally got his wish, Rong Ting heaved a sigh of relief.
Jiang Rao's line of sight was blocked by the conical hat, she didn't realize what Rong Ting was thinking in her heart, her eyes darkened for a moment, and her hand naturally placed on Rong Ting's arm who was very close to her.
Her unsuspecting approach made Rong Ting more and more aware of the evil in his bones, but Jiang Rao's soft snuggling action made him not have the slightest reflection and remorse.
Jiang Rao was afraid that what she said would be heard by others, so she tried to get as close to Rong Ting's ear as possible. When Rong Ting saw that she had something to say, she stopped and bent down. Jiang Rao put her hand on his ear and whispered, " Just now my grandma told me that the owner of the inn where the fire broke out has a cousin who works in the yamen, and he has a good relationship with some officials in the yamen, follow them, maybe you can find the ghost in the yamen."
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She was afraid of being heard by others, so she spoke very quietly, but there was joy in her voice, as if she had found something good. There was pride and complacency in her tone, obviously she wanted to be praised rather than being praised.
After listening to her words, Rong Ting did not speak, but let out a deep smile.
He had already figured out the details of the drowned innkeeper, and what she found out was just a part of it.
But he didn't say such disappointing words as "I knew it a long time ago". After she finished speaking, he tiptoed back, raised his hand, put it behind her cone hat, and gently touched her head, his voice Low and doting, "Got it."
He reciprocated courteously, lowered his head lower, and spoke close to Jiang Rao's ear, "Just now I came out of the yamen, and the county magistrate invited me to sit at his house. It's almost time, why not go now."
When he straightened up, Jiang Rao touched her earlobe. Although Rong Ting's breath was gone, she seemed to still be able to hear his deep voice, and the tips of her ears felt hot.
The magistrate's mansion is in the city, when Rong Ting and Jiang Rao went together, the magistrate was waiting for them outside the gate.
The county magistrate's surname is Zuo, he looks about 30 years old, with a gentle appearance, and when he sees Rong Ting and Jiang Rao coming, he looks respectful and polite.
He welcomed the two into the mansion, first went to the study with Rong Ting, and asked the servant girl to bring Jiang Rao to the guest room for tea and snacks.
Jiang Rao was staying in the guest room, the magistrate's wife was not there, and the servant girl from the house greeted her.
The maid kept apologizing to Jiang Rao and explained that Jiang Rao knew that Madam Zhixian had gone out to buy jewelry, so she didn't care about it, but the maids here didn't know whether they were ordered by the master, or it was just the local customs. ,Hospitality.
It's just that the hostess is absent, so it's not a bad hospitality.
But she said she didn't care, and those maids still looked guilty, and they brought tea and snacks, and their attitude was too eager, making her like a flower seller who wanted to spend money on flowers but couldn't give them. She didn't know how to deal with it , busy with tea, with a snack.
Rice noodles are brewed in the tea, not only is it not bitter, but it has a hint of sweetness.
Jiang Rao took a sip, her eyes lit up, and she drank a few more sips. The little maids around her saw that she really liked her, so they left.
The maids in the left mansion dispersed, and the corner of the table suddenly moved. Jiang Rao lowered her head and saw a little boy in a dark blue coat with a long life lock coming out from under the table. She stopped drinking tea , A servant girl hurried over, picked up the little boy, and kept apologizing to Jiang Rao, "Miss Jiang, this is my young master. I don't know how to be polite, please forgive me."
The little boy has small hands and small feet. His hands and feet don't look half the size of the maid who hugged her. Although he is not fat, his small hands are fleshy, and they are about to be carried away. Both hands are still stretched out on the table. Ask for something on the wooden table.
Jiang Rao looked at what he saw, then glanced at the things on the square table, and moved the plate of snacks on the table towards him. The little boy immediately broke free from the maid's hand, and climbed to the other side of the table. On the armchair, it was obvious that he wanted to eat some snacks.
But he stopped in mid-air, and asked Jiang Rao politely first, "My guest, may I use this piece of cake?"
Jiang Rao laughed, "You can use it."
Naturally, she wouldn't stop him. She couldn't help but want to hug such a young, exquisite and cute child.
The child took a piece of snack and ate it. Although the movement of breaking into the guest room was a little abrupt, but the food was gentle and delicate, which could still make people see a bit of Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao was drinking tea at the side, watching him eat his snacks.
The servant girl was a little embarrassed, "On weekdays, the master and madam didn't treat him badly, they just told him to eat less sugar because they were afraid that he would have a toothache. Unexpectedly, he was attracted by the scent and ran all the way to the girl."
"It's okay." She beckoned the servant girl to come closer to her, and asked softly, "Your lord and madam, how many dim sums do you allow him to spend on weekdays?"
"Two or three dollars is fine."
Jiang Rao looked at the little boy who was holding a piece of dim sum, biting it carefully, and hadn't finished eating, and said to the servant girl, "Since you are afraid that he will have a toothache, don't tell him to use too much dim sum. Now, take this dim sum away." go down."
The maid nodded, and removed the dim sum plates from the table.
The child only used a piece of Baihua cake, but the dessert plate disappeared, and the grievance could be seen in his eyes. Jiang Rao was used to dealing with Jiang Jinxing, and the child in front of her was not half as self-willed as her brother was when he was young. When the mouth is about to cry, the hand reaches out.
A clean veil was unfolded in the palm of her hand, and on the veil lay a small piece of flower cake that she put away first.
"For you."
The child took the Baihua Cake and burst into tears.
Jiang Rao saw that the tactics he used to deal with his younger brother worked, so he smiled even sweeter, and chatted with the county magistrate's son, "How old are you?"
The child stretched out his little hand with five fingers outstretched towards her.
There is Jiang Jinxing, a four-year-old who can provoke dogs on the street to chase him and bite him. Jiang Rao finds this kid who can find a bench to sit on his own and eat Baihua cake obediently, and finds it very pleasing.
After eating the cake, the child looked at Jiang Rao's cone hat and asked childishly, "This is the guest room, would you like to take off the hat?"
Just now when he came in, the county magistrate went directly to the study with Rong Ting, and Jiang Rao didn't take off the cone hat before saying hello to Jiang Rao, and he was used to wearing it, so he didn't take it off all the time, but his eyes were full of tears when he looked at the child. Curious, she couldn't bear to disappoint him, so she raised her hand and took off her hat. She asked him, "What's your name?"
She glanced outside, there was no movement of Rong Ting coming out of the study in the yard, she was a little disappointed, and continued talking to the county magistrate's son.
The child looked at Jiang Rao's face, blinked, and suddenly jumped down from the armchair, and sat cross-legged at Jiang Rao's feet, very close to Jiang Rao, "Zuo Jixuan."
Zuo Jixuan.
His voice was milky, and every word was long and soft.
Jiang Rao looked down at him, and from this angle, the child's cheeks were white and soft, as glutinous as glutinous rice cakes that had just been steamed, her heart softened, and she asked him, "Are you able to write? "
The child nodded seriously, "Yes."
He raised his face proudly, and added, "I know how to write well."
Jiang Rao smiled knowingly, and opened her palms towards him, "Do you want to write your name to my sister?"
The child still nodded, saying that I can write all kinds of words, but he didn't stretch out his hand, and the maid beside him laughed, "Girl, don't pay attention to our young master, he can only write some simple words. It will be incomplete. He likes to talk to beautiful girls the most, so please don't talk to him anymore, otherwise, when you leave, the young master will cry again to the point of collapse."
Jiang Rao was taken aback for a moment, she had never seen a child with such a temperament, and forgot to take her hand back for a moment.
Zuo Jixuan was annoyed by the servant girl's words, he raised his voice dissatisfied and conceited, "I can write", raised his finger, and put it in Jiang Rao's palm.
But before he put his finger on it, Jiang Rao's hand was grabbed by another person. She raised her eyes and saw Rong Ting.
Rong Ting just came out of the study, followed by the magistrate here.
The magistrate picked up his son, and Jiang Rao looked at the person holding her hand. Although he had a gentle smile on his face, his eyes were dark, and there was something she couldn't see clearly. He clung to her hand and helped her from the seat. Just then, the county magistrate was in a hurry to discuss matters with Rong Ting, Jiang Rao failed to greet him properly, Rong Ting pulled Jiang Rao up, looked at the county magistrate, and introduced to Jiang Rao: "Niannian, this is Mr. Zuo."
Jiang Rao didn't look directly at Zhixian, but stayed on Rong Ting's side face for a moment longer.
Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyes were a little cold when he glanced at the magistrate's son. He had a very beautiful complexion, but it was like a rose with thorns.