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This time Jiang Rao fell silent for a long time.
Jiang Jinxing turned his head to glance at her, saw her face was gloomy, and said, "You also think I was wrong, right? Although he is similar in stature, but he came from Huaizhou, how could his secret guard appear when we stayed Inn?"
Jiang Rao bit her lower lip and squeezed her fingers a few times, but in the end she still didn't say what was in her heart.
What if... She thinks it's not a mistake
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In the imperial prison, the Seventeenth Prince made a fuss as if he had turned the sky upside down.
Rong Ting watched from the side, almost losing all his patience.
If it wasn't for Jiang Rao, he didn't intend to use those methods that are not accepted by the world, and he always abides by the rules and is gentle. Otherwise, he should have bloodbathed the entire imperial palace when he came back from Huaizhou, and killed those who made him suffer. With Lingnan military power in his hands, even if there is a bit of gambling, it's either death or win, he is never afraid of death, He wants to win again.
Now greedy for life, follow the rules step by step.
Before dawn at Yinshi, Rong Ting came out of the imperial prison and entered the palace to meet Emperor Zhaowu.
Emperor Zhaowu was ill and was bedridden for several days, like a withered leaf in autumn, coughing continuously after hearing about the Seventeenth Prince, Rong Ting ordered the imperial physician to examine Emperor Zhaowu's pulse, and said: "My lord Knowing what the father is worried about, the seventeenth brother made a mistake, if the son-in-law came to interrogate, on the one hand, the brothers who grew up together, and on the other hand, the son-in-law's wife, I'm afraid it would be a dilemma, and it would be unfair."
"It's just that I can't make up my mind. Whether this case should be handed over to Pei Shaoqing of Dali Temple, or Master Qiao, I will leave it to my father to decide."
Emperor Zhaowu coughed for a long time, and finally said, "Qiao Zhi."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, his expression was extremely calm, "I know."
He waited until he walked out of the Golden Luan Hall and walked into the bright sunlight, then he lowered his eyes, and the shadows slowly fell under his eyelids, and he ordered the subordinate beside him: "Let Master Liao talk to Master Qiao."
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He returned to Sui'an Courtyard every second, and when it was almost time for lunch, he didn't see Jiang Rao in the courtyard.
Seeing him coming back, the servant girl in the yard hurriedly said that Jiang Rao had gone back to Ning'an Bo's mansion. ,
Before Jiang Rao left here, she was worried that Rong Ting would not be able to find her when she came back halfway, so she specially told the servant girl to tell him when Rong Ting came back, she went back to Ning An Bo's mansion, and she would not come back for lunch.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the ground on the soles of his boots.
He didn't look at the maid who reported the news to him, she looked careless, as if she wasn't listening, and after the maid finished speaking, he nodded slightly, still lazy to raise his eyes, just indifferent , adding a touch of gloom, sitting at the stone table in the yard, his back looks a little lonely.
He remembered what Jiang Rao said last night, the palace was his home.
But once he stepped into the imperial city, there was nothing good that he could think of.
Father is seriously ill and is getting old, he still misses his little Seventeen in his heart, he said to be fair, but he actually followed his words and wanted to give Rong Yuan fairness.
No matter how much disgust Jia and Empress aroused in his heart, he was always partial to his children.
Especially the Seventeenth Prince who watched him grow up day by day.
If the relationship between Pei Songyu and Qiao Zhi, Pei Songyu and Ning Anbo's mansion were to be handed over to him to decide, even if Pei Songyu had a reputation for being impartial, people would still worry that he would be partial to Ning'an Bo's mansion.
Qiao Zhi is much more suitable.
It's a pity that what his father doesn't know is that Mr. Qiao and Liao Qiubai have been friends for many years.
He would mention Qiao Zhi in front of him at the same time, because he wanted to completely control the life and death of the seventeenth prince in his own hands.
Rong Ting raised his fingers and slightly propped his temples, looking a little tired.
By lunch time he had no appetite.
Rong Ting has never been greedy for food and drink, and even has an instinctive fear of all delicious things. As time goes by, he becomes less and less particular about food and clothing. Capital, he has a plundering desire to take all the delicacies in the world as his own. He desperately wants to make up for himself who has suffered too much, but when the delicacies are in front of him, he can't help it. No intention of moving chopsticks at all.
Boredom, to put it bluntly, is boredom, no matter what is in front of him is simple food or good food, he is bored.
Jiang Rao and him are completely opposite. She opened her mouth early on eating, and she is very particular about her meals on weekdays. Although she doesn't have the ability to go into the kitchen, she knows what ingredients are used in each dish and how many spoonfuls of sugar are put in it. , Which dish tastes right or not, she will come out after tasting it.
Rong Ting himself has little appetite, but he is happy to see Jiang Rao eating.
He is very clear about her preferences and tastes, but he always likes to put things in her bowl that she doesn't like. Watching her obediently finish eating even if she doesn't like it, the bad nature in his heart will be filled for a while.
It's just that no matter how much he likes to do such little tricks, he won't do them too often. Once or twice, he can still pretend that he doesn't know how to get away with it. If there are too many times, she will notice something sooner or later.
When he thought of these things, he lost his appetite even more for the table in front of him.
He found the servant girl just now and asked, "Did Madam mention when she will come back?"
The maid shook her head.
She answered whatever Rong Ting asked, and she didn't dare to say anything unnecessary. Rong Ting's expression was too cold, and he always held his hands behind his back, as if he was inaccessible. Compared with the male master, the little maids in the palace are more willing to be with the mistress. Serve by your side.
For no other reason, after Jiang Rao got married, she never got angry, and the rewards were generous, and the maids got together to chat in private, and everyone liked her a little more.
Rong Ting got up and walked outside.
Just as he was walking down the corridor, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
From a distance, he saw Jiang Rao.
his little girl.
He stopped and Jiang Rao also saw him.
Her footsteps became brisk all of a sudden, and she trotted towards him.
Rong Ting spread out his arms at once, and caught her who was trotting over.
His arms are very long, opening them as if to block the entire corridor, Jiang Rao rushed over, rubbed against his arms twice with a smile, raised her smiling face, "Have you had a good meal?"
She originally planned to come back after lunch at Ning Anbo's mansion, but for some reason, when the dinner table was at the table, her left eyelid kept twitching, and she was a little uneasy, so she had lunch earlier and came back first.
She had dreamed about how picky and difficult he was when it came to meals, and no matter how carefully the meal was served in front of him, he would still get angry after picking up one or two chopsticks.
Although these words are caring, there are still some temptations in it that Jiang Rao didn't realize.
Because of some kind of judgment in her heart, she began to judge Rong Ting's likes and dislikes again with the things she had dreamed about in her dreams.
Rong Ting nodded, he looked at the deep dimples around her lips, and his stern eyebrows and eyes curved up accordingly.
Because he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were dark blue, and when his eyelashes blinked slightly, the shadows and green were intertwined, making the color extremely intense.
After Jiang Rao saw his dark eyes, she slowly put away the smile on her face, raised her finger, touched his eyes lightly, and asked, "When did you leave last night?"
"When you are not awake."
Jiang Rao was a little helpless. He said this obviously because he didn't want to tell her the exact time.
He wanted to suffer alone, but she didn't ask any more questions, and just pretended that he didn't sleep all night last night.
She took his hand and walked towards Suianyuan, wanting him to sleep for a while during the day and make up for his sleep. On the way back, she asked him, "Prince Seventeen, is everything settled?"
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Rong Ting followed behind her obediently, and replied in a low voice: "Father won't let me intervene, this case will finally be handed over to Mr. Qiao for judgment."
Jiang Rao thinks this is good, if this case is really handled by Rong Ting, maybe some people will call him ruthless and unrighteous, and the drama of brothers fighting each other has been the favorite chatter of the people since ancient times, and in the end it will definitely be It's getting more and more outrageous, it's better to let him get out of this matter completely, otherwise no matter whether he is kind or cruel, and his words are fearsome, he will not get a good reputation in the end.
Jiang Rao glanced at it, and saw that Rong Ting looked tired, and she didn't seem to be as open-minded as she was. She had nowhere to know why the case was handed over to Qiao Zhi. She just looked at Rong Ting's expression , felt that he was not very happy, and asked softly: "Are you worried that Master Qiao is not effective in solving the case?"
"If the Master Qiao you mentioned is Master Qiao Zhiqiao from Dali Temple, you don't need to worry about this matter." Jiang Rao had a little impression of the Qiao family, and said, "Those who hurt me deserve what they deserve, that's enough. "
She can think about it, she can think about anything.
Rong Ting gritted his teeth slightly, and furrowed his brows almost imperceptibly.
When there was no sign of her in the mansion, he just wanted to bring her back, and he could see her when he wanted to.
But he also knew that if he wanted to keep her admiration, he couldn't act like this.
My head hurts slightly.
Jiang Rao listened to Rong Ting without speaking for a long time, then raised her head and glanced at him again.
With an extremely cold and extremely white complexion, he usually looks as miserable as snow, but now with the crows under his eyes, he looks even more sick.
"Aren't you sick?" Jiang Rao frowned.
Rong Ting paused for a moment, then quickly followed her words, nodded and said, "I'm sick."
With a low tone, he hooked her finger, "I'm sick, you don't want to go back to Ning Anbo Mansion these few days."