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Through a layer of mist, Jiang Rao could clearly see that the person coming was Rong Ting.
It was not Ming Shao.
She is already sleeping on the same couch, and has slept with her. Jiang Rao's attitude is very relaxed and calm. In addition, she is still wearing a white dress and is underwater. There is nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. With her eyes open, Quietly watching Rong Ting's movements.
He placed a small table on the edge, with wine cups and plums, her eyes were gradually drawn to her, and she was a little blurred by the fog. She knew how to swim, and swam a few times at the bottom The case got closer, his head was exposed on the water, his eyes were glued to the plum, he raised his chin, and asked, "Didn't you let me drink?"
"It's not just that altar."
Rong Ting's eyes slowly turned to her, his eyes were soft, with a smile in his eyes, Jiang Rao felt familiar with the action of placing tea cups on the small table.
She tilted her head in panic, thinking that he was... like a maid serving her.
She was wearing a white gown, although she didn't reveal anything, but after being wetted by water, the gown looked clear under the water, and people could vaguely see the color of her skin, which was as white as a cloud and moistened with pearls. .
Rong Ting looked at her, his eyes were softened by the mist, and others couldn't see the desire in his eyes at all.
He sat on the edge of the pool and handed the plums and wine to the little girl soaking in the pool. He followed the rules with his movements, and he would not touch her fingertips when passing them.
There was mist around the soup pool, and the walls and rockery in the center of the pool were covered with a layer of water vapor, like a fairyland. The pool was not shallow, but Jiang Rao was good at water, and she could move freely even without resting her hands on the edge of the pool. After taking the wine and plums that Rong Ting gave her, she stretched out her hand again and took the initiative to grab the wine and plums from the small table.
It turned out that he had brought her wine and plums.
Then she doesn't have to worry about him not letting her drink just now.
Jiang Rao became magnanimous, biting a few plums soaked in wine, his teeth were sore, and finally he ate a few, and stopped eating. His appetite was satisfied, and he lay on the edge of the pool, his limbs and bones were all comfortable When she got up, she looked up and saw that Rong Ting was still here and hadn't left, so she just guarded her. With the last plum pit in her mouth, she felt sorry for his dull temper who didn't know how to play, so she swam to his side and asked He said, "for a while, would you like to take a dip in the soup pool?"
Rong Ting raised his eyebrows lightly, he didn't nod or shake his head, his eyes never moved away from her, his eyes were focused.
The little girl's blush seemed ripe, a natural and clear red, much more beautiful and moving than when she put on rouge.
He suddenly laughed, and his deep voice bypassed the water vapor and reached Jiang Rao's ears.
"Before, why did Niannian care about Master Shu's daughter?"
Jiang Rao didn't know why he mentioned Master Shu's girl at this time, but following his words, she still remembered the scene of Master Shu's daughter standing in front of Rong Ting that day. The girl's eyes were full of admiration. The person in the girl's eyes is him...
"I'm afraid she will marry you."
She already knew about Miss Shu, she misunderstood, but in the future, someone else might think of a way to marry her girl to him, and she felt a little depressed when she thought about it.
That's not okay, that's not right.
Rong Ting just said a word, and it hooked out the domineering in her bones.
When she was awake, she knew clearly in her mind that kindness is kindness, liking is liking, not that she helped him and then gave her affection, he must be reciprocated with affection, how generous she was thinking at that time, she really came to this kind of confusion She was so dazed that she was drunk and went crazy, how could she say anything generous, her wet arm stretched out from the water, her fingertips leaned over and poked him lightly, "The person who helped you it's me."
"I'm the one who wants to marry you." Her eyelashes were already wet by the mist, and the corners of her eyes were pink from the heat, and they looked red. He himself said that he belonged to her, so why did he mention Shu Your Excellency's daughter? "You can only be mine." She said, her voice was a little anxious and even tinged with tears.
Rong Ting was stunned for a moment, bent down and hugged her out of the water, wrapped her wet body in his coat, and hugged her in his arms.
He wanted to force her to speak the truth.
It's just that she didn't expect her emotions to be so aroused.
He was subdued at once, and he didn't want to get any more words from her. He could always see clearly what she was thinking about him, when it was compensation for guilt, and when she started to be fond of him. He just saw too much. The cunning and fickleness of people's hearts, I'm afraid she will change in the future.
His fingers were always as cold as jade, patting Jiang Rao's back lightly.
Jiang Rao's words didn't bring much temper, just a little bit of temper. He followed her like this, her pettiness didn't drop, but raised a little bit. Hold on to the corner of his coat firmly.
She drank wine, ate plums soaked in wine, and soaked in soup. Her body was as soft as if she had no bones, and most of her sanity had flown away. She was already half asleep, and instinctively stretched out her hand to put In the heart of his hand, she wanted him to hold her hand, as if she was willing to get close to him.
Rong Ting's fingers froze, and then closed them. Originally, he wanted to lure her into doing something, but when he saw her in front of his eyes, he still wanted to follow her in advance.
It was really fatal.
The Thirty-Six Strategies are familiar to her heart, and the tricks changed on her body. She failed to attack the city, but he himself lost the city first.
He waited for the little girl in his arms to breathe evenly, stood up, and hugged her to the stone couch. He stood aside without any movement. He was really restraining himself at this moment.
The stone couch was covered with a warm quilt. Although Jiang Rao recognized the bed, she was surrounded by the familiar and reassuring fragrance of medicine. She still slept soundly and even had a short dream.
In the dream, the cold night was deep, snowflakes were falling, and the pure white snowflakes covered the porch eaves and treetops. A man in a crane cloak was sitting in a wheelchair, clutching something in his hand, the back of his hand was full of veins, and his eyes were scarlet.
Jiang Rao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone. When she was propped up to feed her the hangover soup, she opened her eyes and looked at Rong Ting who was holding a spoon in front of her and feeding her the hangover soup. Neck, hold tightly.
Rong Ting froze, shaking the hand holding the spoon, most of the hangover soup in the spoon was overturned, and wet the warm quilt on the stone couch.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
When Jiang Rao spoke, her voice was a little low, with palpitations and fear, she whispered: "I had a nightmare."
"What dream?"
"I dreamed that your leg will not heal."
Jiang Rao spoke in a low voice, a little sad, but Rong Ting smiled lightly.
No matter how miserable his life was, others would only sympathize with him at most, and she was the only one who would treat his leg's failure as a nightmare.
He took her hand and put it on his lap, "It's just a nightmare."
There were two long scars on his legs, which were covered with cloth, and it was not obvious that he had been seriously injured.
Jiang Rao pursed her lips. Fortunately, her dreams will no longer be related to what happened in the future.
She didn't want to see him become what she dreamed of at all.
She moved her head and rested her pillow on his heart, listening to his heartbeat quietly, and suddenly realized where it was.
Tangchi was originally brightly lit all night, but now there is only one light left, which is burning quietly in the southwest corner of the house. The memories of the soaking time came back together.
She also remembered the words that she grabbed him at that time.
Jiang Rao's heart tightened, she suddenly raised a hand to cover her face, she was so ashamed, he brought wine and plums over while she was soaking in soup, she unexpectedly, unexpectedly...
He just mentioned Lord Tishu's daughter, and she made a fuss about it...
She turned over and didn't dare to look at the person she bullied again. Behind her, Rong Ting turned her back, so that her face was facing him again. She was petite and small, lying in his arms, He looked down to see her.
Although he was condescending, his eyes were clear and innocent, "What did I do wrong?"
Jiang Rao shook her head violently, paused for a long time, and finally bit the bullet and admitted her fierceness, "Those words just now...,"
She was about to say that she was having a drunken madness, but suddenly she stopped.
She knew very well in her heart that what she said through her drunkenness was all true.
It's just that I'm ashamed to say it when I'm sober.
"Although I said it after being drunk, you can take it seriously."
She blushed and said.
The slender fingers stretched out, a little uneasy, and grabbed the fabric of his clothes casually, but he didn't know where it was caught.
Rong Ting pursed her lips and laughed, and raised her hand to hold Jiang Rao's hand that was holding onto the skirt of his chest. The action of inserting//into her fingertips was a bit provocative.//Picking, "What words?"
"The one who helped me is you, and the only one who wants to marry me is you."
"I'm still yours alone."
He repeated it word by word in a slow voice, which made Jiang Rao feel ashamed. After nodding his head lightly, he couldn't help shrinking his fingers back, and hid
Rong Ting got up slowly, pressed Jiang Rao's hand with her palm and moved it up to the neckline of her shirt, pressed her finger on the neckline of his shirt, and pressed her finger down a little.
But at this moment, he stopped his movements, clung to Jiang Rao's ear, and continued to press down on Jiang Rao's fingers when he was whispering, "But I don't seem to be a young man right now. ,Um?"
His voice was low and inviting, which made Jiang Rao's heart tremble, and her heart went numb. She had never seen such a battle before, so she opened her eyes to look at Rong Ting.
After he finished speaking, he stood up with his body slightly propped up, his black hair flowing behind him.
The only burning lamp in the room, the dark light passed through the whole soup pool filled with water vapor, and hit his face, his red lips were black, and the slight smile on his thin lips seemed to be thrown out. Jiang Rao bit her lip, but his eyes fixed on her and stopped moving, as if luring her to promise him something, Jiang Rao bit her lip, slid her finger down along the track he suggested just now, and opened it his clothes.
#There is a car here#
#But the car drove to the Jinjiang toll area on the way to Qiu Mingshan, so it stopped and couldn’t go on#
…
Originally, the soup pool was full of water vapor and mist, and Jiang Rao felt hot from the steam. During the period, his body was sweaty and his eyes were full of tears. It seemed that water could come out wherever he pinched.
While whining and humming with tears in his eyes, Jiang Rao wanted to cover his ears when he heard his own voice.
The spring water in the soup pool is convenient for cleaning.
But Jiang Rao was so dazed that she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Rao's body was still aching.
She moved her body and wanted to get up, but her waist was sore, not only did she not have the strength to lift it up, but it was so painful, Jiang Rao let out a "hiss", and her brows furrowed.
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When she raised her eyes a little, she saw that the man in front of her was sleeping soundly. She didn't know where a lot of anger and confusion came from.
Originally listening to what Mammy told her, she still thought that even if this matter between men and women could be done with him, it would be him who became weak in the end.
How could it be that she was so exhausted that she lost her vitality and was as wilted as grass that hadn't seen the sun for more than ten days in a row.
Even though she had no experience, she gradually realized that what the nanny who taught her those things before marriage was all wrong.
She no longer has to worry about whether his body has recovered or not.
This bastard who can torment people is better than her if he hasn't recovered well.
She pouted her lips, dawdled, and stretched out her hand to rub her waist. Although the pain wasn't too painful, it was just very tired.
It took her a lot of effort to sit up, and when she stood up, she realized that Rong Ting had also woken up.
She didn't know when he woke up, but when she noticed him, his eyes kept on her.
The gaze is quiet and obedient.
There is no such disobedient and tossing appearance at night.
Jiang Rao was a little aggrieved, and when she thought that he was the one who made her suffer, she had the urge to throw the pillow under her head and throw him in the face.
But looking at his flawless and beautiful face, she was also a little reluctant to let her throw the pillow.
If this face is broken, she will feel more distressed than anyone else.
What's more, she was the one who took off his clothes last night.
He just asked a question, and she followed suit.
Jiang Rao felt a little regretful. If she had known that she would be so tired at this moment, she would have been bewitched by male sex for a while, so she shouldn't be impulsive.
Her waist suddenly tightened, she looked down and saw Rong Ting's long arms stretched out, wanting to pull her into his arms, she remembered his appearance at night and wanted to escape, her body was so weak that it was too late to hide, she still let him succeed took her in his arms.
He put his arms around her waist and hugged her, and leaned his head forward, resting his head on the waist of the little girl who already belonged to him completely, and closed his eyes as if he was resting.
Jiang Rao had never seen him in such a relaxed state, the curve of his thin lips seemed to be unable to fall.
She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse. She stopped talking after saying "you". She raised her hand to press her throat. Only when it was lifted in the air was Rong Ting grabbed it back and held it in his hand.
He rubbed against Jiang Rao's waist with some satisfaction and dissatisfaction, and when he looked up at Jiang Rao slightly, he didn't see that he was a little crazy in the night, he was obedient and innocent, and he sighed and said to Jiang Rao: "Give me your innocence." is you."
Jiang Rao: "..."
His sigh inexplicably made her feel that he regretted it
Or, implying that she takes responsibility
She lowered her eyes and glanced at his swaying appearance, feeling like the latter, she couldn't do anything about him for a while, being hugged by him like this, she suddenly remembered the things that had puzzled her for a long time since last night .
"Why do you..."
She cleared her throat, hesitated a few times, and finally asked, "Why are you so... so..."
It was too embarrassing to ask this question, and she couldn't continue speaking halfway through.
The things she knew were all taught by Mammy, and they were very good on paper, but he was much better than her.
But if he can have any experience in other places, he is tired of being touched by others, and he doesn't even want to be served by a servant... She doesn't believe it.
Rong Ting smiled, his smiling eyes were like stars, he tilted his head and looked up at her, "Is Niannian praising me for my strength?"
Jiang Rao couldn't bear it anymore, and finally threw the pillow on his face.
Rong Ting dodged with a faint smile, and took the distraught little girl back into his arms, watching her smile with love in the corners of her eyes and brows, "During war, some people in the military camp always like to talk nasty/// /talk."
Hearing this, Jiang Rao frowned suddenly, "Did you follow them to an unclean place?"
"No." Rong Ting's ears were a little red, he pressed her head with his long fingers and took it into his arms, "Just... think about it."
"What are you thinking?"
Not long after Jiang Rao finished asking, she felt a little regretful, because Rong Ting suddenly pressed close to her ear, lowered her voice and said two words to her, "With you."
The environment in Huaizhou was harsh, and some people really wanted to drag him to a place for fun, and Xi Zimo even wanted to send women to his account.
He didn't touch the woman Xi Zimo sent, but he gradually learned something from what some people in the barracks said without restraint.
Jiang Rao's ears seemed to be on fire, and she wanted to hide outside his arms, moving restlessly, Rong Ting's breathing became more and more heavy, and he sighed again, a little weak and pitiful, "have pity on me every year. OK?"
He held her hand with seemingly no strength at all, but in fact, he didn't give her a chance to escape at all.
Jiang Rao once again understood how unreliable the words of the nanny in the palace that her aunt had found for her were.
She shouldn't be obsessed with ghosts and take the initiative to untie his clothes.
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Splendid Palace.
The long-term confinement made Empress Jiahe's face gradually depressed and ugly. At the beginning, she was still thinking that Emperor Zhaowu would be reluctant to visit her, and she had the idea of dressing up. After a long time, no matter how long I waited, I couldn't see Emperor Zhaowu. , She gradually gave up.
Originally, she was the one who lied to others, she acted gentle and virtuous, and was praised by others, but now she was deceived by Emperor Zhaowu. When she thought of how she really indulged in the fake tenderness given by Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe was terrified.
Not only hated himself, but also hated Emperor Zhaowu.
The Seventeenth Prince sneaked in from the back door of Jinxiu Palace to look at her. He saw Jia and Empress haggardly lying on the table, his face was pale and his eyes were closed, as if they were dead. .”
Empress Jiahe slowly raised her eyes and saw that it was the Seventeenth Prince. She immediately coughed, grabbed the Seventeenth Prince's hand, and confirmed, "The Phoenix seal is really in Qin Yun's hands now?"
The Seventeenth Prince nodded slowly.
Jiahe's face was ashen.
She had heard about this news from the palace population who was still serving in Jinxiu Palace, but she didn't want to believe it.
The tree fell and the monkey sun scattered. The palace servants who used to serve in the Jinxiu Palace have left in sevens and eights. Except for the loyal servants, those who stay are those who are not wanted in other palaces. Their attitude is no longer as respectful as in the past. .
Empress Jiahe knew very well in her heart that they were all waiting to see what would happen to her in the end, and once she completely lost power, these humble servants would dare to come in front of her to ridicule her.
When she thought of that scene, she shuddered, shook her head desperately, grabbed the seventeenth prince's arm, and said, "Yuan'er, you must find a way to prevent your grandpa from having an accident."
The Seventeenth Prince's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Dali Temple has sent people to Youzhou."
He clenched his fists, feeling a little annoyed, "But it's not just my grandfather who trains the dead in Beijing! Why does the emperor only stare at my grandfather?"
The queen glanced away, seeing that no one was eavesdropping, she said to the Seventeenth Prince: "Since you know who trains the dead, you know their reasons."
"If you know a person's handle, you can hold that person."
Empress Jiahe's tone was cold, and the Seventeenth Prince understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Those people can only stand on our side and be used by me."
Seeing that he understood what she meant, Queen Jiahe finally showed a hint of relief in his eyes.
Even if the phoenix seal is taken from her hand, as long as she is still alive and her son can win for her, then she will still be the most respected woman in Dazhao.
The Seventeenth Prince suddenly called out, "Mother's Queen."
Empress Jiahe looked at him, and the seventeenth prince mustered up his courage and said, "Father has been in poor health recently, and I want to visit him, but I am afraid that my mother will be disappointed..."
Empress Jiahe's eyes immediately softened a lot. She hated Emperor Zhaowu extremely in her heart, but she had a gentle smile on her face, "Even if the Holy One punishes this palace, Yuan'er must not be sad for the mother and blame your father."
She straightened her messy hair. The arrival of the Seventeenth Prince made her face glow with vitality. Thinking of the glory and pride when the Seventeenth Prince ascended the throne and respected her as the queen mother in the future, she even smiled slightly Get up, "If your father is seriously ill, you will take care of him in front of his bed overnight. You must make your father feel that you are the most pure and filial one among the princes, especially not let your ninth brother gain the upper hand."
When mentioning Rong Ting, she still felt hatred in her heart.
If she hadn't caught off guard and fell into the trap he set, how could she have fallen into the current situation? My father wouldn't be in such a hurry and be pressed by him every step of the way.
Really hateful.
There was a certainty in her eyes, "You are the one who grew up in front of your father, and he will love you more."
As for Rong Ting, from the time he was born to the year when his legs were injured, he almost never saw Emperor Zhaowu several times, how can he compare with her Yuan'er
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After the Seventeenth Prince left Jinxiu Palace, he went to Emperor Zhaowu's palace as Empress Jiahe told him.
When he was outside the palace, he was stopped by Li Ren before he could report.