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When returning home, the carriage stopped beside the shops by the Qinhuai River, Jiang Rao propped his head against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes and fell asleep, resting his mind.
Ming Shao went to the tea house to buy water, she waited in the carriage.
The quarrel made her lose energy, not only her mouth was dry, but her head was also dizzy.
But just now, she went back and scolded again, and this time she made preparations, analyzed everything she wanted to say in her mind, and said everything she wanted to say, and she felt relieved.
Think about the empress's bluish-red complexion and trembling body after being stunned.
Jiang Rao closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips moved upwards.
She thought about the bullying Rong Ting suffered when she was a child, as if she had suffered it once herself.
There was rustling wind outside the carriage.
In terms of season, it has already entered autumn, and the weather is getting colder every day.
While waiting for Ming Shao to come back, Jiang Rao was so sleepy that she fell asleep.
She didn't sleep deeply, and a frame of pictures flashed in her mind, like a dream.
She dreamed of herself as a child.
The weather is cold, she wears thick clothes, she runs like a rolling ball on the road, the wind is strong in autumn, she wants to release paper kites, and her parents dote on her, mother sent a maid to buy paper kites, and her father took her hand hands out.
The paper kite was on the verge of falling, but when it was about to touch the sky, the wind broke its thread.
The paper kite flew south, leaped all the way over the palace wall, and hung on a tree in the palace.
On the ground there was a boy with a clean face but dirty clothes. He was curled up in a corner under the tree. He wiped his face with the corner of his sleeve. When he heard the voice from the tree, he stood up in shock. He got up, after a while his expression eased, and he looked up at the kite.
The shadow of fallen leaves hit his face, and moved away with the movement of light and shadow.
Jiang Rao saw clearly his beautiful eyebrows and the red mole at the corner of his eye.
Ming Shao came back with the water bag, saw Jiang Rao holding her head as if she was asleep, and called softly, but seeing that she didn't answer, she put the water bag aside, told the coachman to continue driving, and rushed back to the palace.
The carriage stopped, and Ming Shao was about to wake up Jiang Rao when he heard the coachman outside respectfully call out "Your Highness".
Ming Shao opened the curtain of the car, saw Rong Ting outside, hurriedly lowered his head and said "Your Highness."
Rong Ting pressed his long finger on his lips, made a silent gesture, and bent down into the carriage by himself.
After a while, he carried Jiang Rao out.
He moved carefully, and the sleeping face of the little girl in his arms was not disturbed in the slightest.
The moment he got out of the carriage, his hand was on Jiang Rao's head.
After getting out of the carriage, this hand came down, wiped the corner of Jiang Rao's clothes, pressed her white and soft face against his arms, and walked in.
When he arrived at Yingbi, Jiang Rao still woke up because of the smell in his arms which was different from the smell in the carriage.
She wrinkled the tip of her nose twice, and always felt that his body was stained with dust and dust, but when he thought about his work in the mansion, how could he have such a smell of dirt and weapons.
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Jiang Rao didn't think too much, and half of her mind remained in the dream just now.
She looked up at Rong Ting, he was walking towards the screen wall, the shadow of the whole wall cast on him, she just looked at him, from chin, to bridge of nose, to eyes.
And eye moles.
The little boy in the dream seemed to be him when he was a child.
When he was a child, in her dream, he climbed up the tree and pulled down the kite hanging from the branch.
Then she woke up.
She lost her kite, although she was sad, but not serious.
Because she was sure that her parents would buy her a new paper kite.
Jiang Rao's eyelashes fluttered suddenly, she raised her neck, leaned forward lightly, and kissed him on the chin.
"woke up?"
Jiang Rao often heard him say this in her ear, it seemed that no matter when she woke up in the morning on weekdays or when she was taking a nap, she could always hear him gently asking "Are you awake?" in her ear when she woke up.
Blame her for sleeping too much.
She nodded and wanted to get out of his arms, but she hopped her feet twice, but it didn't work at all. Should he not let go or not.
Jiang Rao asked him a little uneasy, "Aren't you tired?"
Rong Ting shook his head.
Jiang Rao was not very willing to believe it, and always felt that he was trying to show off his prestige.
She took a closer look at his face, there was no trace of sweat, she weighed it in her heart, curled up like a cat looking for a nest, and obediently told him to hold him.
Her connivance undoubtedly gave Rong Ting the pole to climb up.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, with a hint of amusement in his deep eyes, "Where are you kissing?"
The smile on the thin lips has a deeper meaning of playfulness, and the tone is like a teacher who is admonishing his students.
His appearance is not that dignified, but when he smiles, his eyes are full of affection.
Jiang Rao was terrified by his smile, understood the hint in his words, glanced back, and was relieved to see no one followed.
She straightened up, leaned over quickly, squeaked, and nuzzled on the corner of his upturned lips, and then realized that she was relieved, so inexplicably relieved.
He made such a rude request that she could obviously refuse directly.
She raised her eyes suddenly, and was about to criticize, but the man holding her stopped smiling.
There was no trace of lust or temptation in his demeanor, the corners of his slightly drooping eyes looked obedient and obedient, and when he lowered his head, the shadow of the upper half of his face also concealed the small mole under his eyes.
He said softly: "No matter where I kiss each year, I'm happy."
Jiang Rao knew that she would be wrong.
She curled up into a ball in his arms and refused to raise her head again.
Thinking about it, he was still angry, didn't use much force, and hit his chest with his forehead, which turned his forehead red. It didn't hurt much, but he suddenly felt a little wronged.
This grievance suddenly disappears when I think of the child picking a kite in the dream.
She straightened up, kissed him again, and said forcefully, "You can say it."
Rong Ting laughed out loud, happy to see her occasional domineering, "Yes, what I said is fine."
Rong Ting waited for Jiang Rao to mention the matter of her meeting Empress Jiahe, but she didn't say anything. When he returned to Sui'an Courtyard, when he put her down, he asked, "Who did you meet when you entered the palace today?" ?”
The soles of Jiang Rao's feet touched the ground, and they became much more solid. She was always worried that she would crush him, so it would be more steadfast to walk by herself.
She didn't want to tell Rong Ting about meeting the queen, she would just make him angry and sad in vain.
As for the little clothes her aunt made... Let's not talk about it until the child is quiet.
Otherwise, with previous experience, he would definitely use the child as bait to pester her all night.
"Go to Shuxiang Palace and accompany my aunt to embroider." Jiang Rao's voice was light and faint, and she knew that Rong Ting knew how good her embroidery skills were, so she added, "I'll see how she embroiders."
As soon as the palace was mentioned, Jiang Rao's mind went back to that dream.
Suddenly she was a little curious, raised her head and asked Rong Ting, "When you were young, did you ever pick up a paper kite?"
Rong Ting frowned, originally wanted to say no, but seeing her looking at him expectantly, suddenly felt that things might not be what he thought, so he chose to tell the truth.
"have."
Jiang Rao then asked, "The paper kite, is it a carp?"
Looking into Rong Ting's eyes, she suddenly felt that her dream just now might not just be a Nanke, her eyes widened, and she added: "Half blue, half red."