The local folk customs in Yecheng are somewhat different from those in Jinling. There are not so many rules and regulations, especially when it comes to the relationship between men and women. The folk customs are open, and love and hate are calm. Some girls are more courageous than boys. When they see someone they like, they will even stop and say, I want to marry you.
On the Suzaku Bridge, most of them are also in pairs.
"Maybe the girl doesn't know, but if you set off the lanterns with someone you like, it will be easier for your wish to come true." The old doctor smiled, "I wish Miss Jiang, everything you want will come true."
Rong Ting tilted his head and looked at Jiang Rao.
In the pupils of the pupils, the waves moved slightly.
Auricles are reddish.
The old doctor's old voice was very penetrating in the noisy voices around him, making Jiang Rao's ears twitch.
Knowing that he misunderstood the relationship between Rong Ting and her just like last time.
A blush appeared on her cheeks in a panic, "No..."
"Last time you told me that he is not your fiancé, but now it seems that he will be soon, right?" She said in a low voice, suppressed by the noise around her, the old doctor didn't hear him, and said to herself Go on, "It's really rare for young couples to come to be companions. If you have the opportunity, let the old people taste your wedding candy!"
Jiang Rao: "..."
I can't even wash it off by jumping into the river.
After the old doctor left, she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
I don't know if what the old doctor said just now will make Rong Ting listen, and feel that she has touched his bad luck by talking nonsense about her relationship with him.
She proved her innocence, "Don't listen to what the old doctor said, he misunderstood."
…
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids.
Fingers tense.
There was a look of sadness in his eyes.
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"His Majesty."
Empress Jiahe stepped into Emperor Zhaowu's bedroom, and the maid behind her was holding a soup pot, "I heard that your majesty is involved in government affairs and has never been out. The concubine asked the imperial dining room to make some old soup, so that your majesty can nourish himself and wake up." Wake up."
Tired, Emperor Zhaowu raised his head from a table of memorials.
The queen went to rub his shoulders for him intimately, and said softly, "Why are there so many memorials?"
Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "The flood situation in Nanzhang is difficult to determine, and there are more reports reported."
The queen lowered her eyes respectfully, "Now there are three princes who have lost their crowns, Your Majesty, why don't you let them share some of the burden for you."
She intentionally let the fourth prince who was in the same party as her have more power, but cleverly mentioned the other princes together, which seemed fair and just and concealed her selfishness.
Emperor Zhaowu pondered for a while, "Not for now."
For one thing, he was in his prime, not yet ready to entrust government affairs to his son.
Secondly, he might have tried to hand over political affairs to his son before.
But the oldest children were not only not calm enough, but they were impetuous. They only wanted to compare and compete, and there were some movements of stumbling each other secretly.
Not doing enough is really annoying.
I don't know if there is anyone among the princes who haven't grown up who can be capable and calm enough to satisfy him.
Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu was a little impatient, Empress Jiahe stopped mentioning it.
It's just very caring, silently kneading Emperor Zhaowu's sore shoulder blades.
Emperor Zhaowu has always enjoyed her gentle technique, her eyes are comfortable, and her husband's tenderness is added, and she asked the Seventeenth Prince, "Is Xiao Shiqi still practicing arrows recently?"
Hearing that he took the initiative to ask about Xiao Shiqi, Jiahe Empress was secretly delighted.
At the same time, she remembered that before she left to come to Emperor Zhaowu, she had just scolded the Seventeenth Prince for being lazy, and there was an anxious feeling in her heart that she hated iron but not steel. She suppressed it, stabilized her mind, and replied: " He has been practicing. He is still depressed because of what happened last time, and he wants to practice well, saying that he will show off to his father."
"It's a pity that His Majesty is busy with government affairs, so he didn't get to see Xiao Qiqi practicing arrows with his own eyes. Before he practiced arrows, he always had to look at the portraits of His Majesty hunting when he was young, and his posture when practicing arrows. Follow your example." The queen said. She curled her lips and smiled, "But at his young age, it is not easy for his courtiers to look like his father and emperor."
What she said praised Xiao Shiqi and Emperor Zhaowu again. She was waiting for Emperor Zhaowu to return to her, but she heard him say, "Let Xiao Shiqi's ninth brother teach him, than looking at my portrait, It's much better. Xiao Jiu's archery skills are truly amazing."
The queen's heart was like an arrow, she tapped her finger on her palm and held it tightly, but her eyes were full of tears, "It's a pity that Xiao Jiu is not in the palace now. Xiao Jiu..."
"The concubine has raised him for thirteen years. During this year, he was not with the concubine. The concubine..."
She choked up, as if she was too sad to speak.
"I also miss Xiao Jiu." Emperor Zhaowu patted her on the back to comfort her, "When his leg injury heals, he will come back naturally."
The queen pretended to wipe away tears.
She spent so much effort to send Rong Ting out of Jinling, if he came back, her mind would be ruined.
She was afraid that she would vomit and vomit blood, and suspected that God was against her.
There won't be that day.
She comforted herself in her heart.
Emperor Zhaowu originally wanted to mention that he had sent someone to bring Rong Ting back so that he could see with his own eyes how his injury was recovering.
Seeing her so sad, she suddenly had other plans.
Pity her loving mother, take Xiao Jiu back directly, tell her again, and give her a surprise.
…
Lantern riddles stand, three copper coins to guess once.
Jiang Rao might not be interested in the prizes for guessing the lantern riddles correctly, but once it becomes a reward for guessing the lantern riddles correctly, she finds it interesting.
want to.
She exchanged a bag full of copper coins, stopped in front of the lantern riddle stand, and sat down excitedly.
Behind her, Rong Ting's wheelchair was half a step away from her bench, her shoulders were broad, and there was a dense crowd of people behind her, and the corners of pedestrians' clothes would occasionally slip onto Rong Ting's body.
Rong Ting's eyes turned gloomy.
He suppressed the impatience in his heart, endured it, and separated her from the crowded crowd behind the lantern riddle stand.
Jiang Rao is a veteran of lantern riddle stalls.
Before, every Lantern Festival, she had to guess all the lantern riddles on the stall before going home.
Fourth Master Jiang had no choice but to make a rule for her that even if it was a holiday, she had to go home before Xu time.
This time, Jiang Rao saw the lantern riddle stand at the Spring Festival in Yecheng, and Jiang Rao was itching all the time. After getting off the Zhuque Bridge, he rushed to the lantern riddle stand.
She first spent 30 copper coins and drew ten winning lots. The difficulty was medium. She was about to open one of them when a gentle and smiling voice came from the opposite side under the candlelight.
"Miss Jiang, we meet again."
Jiang Rao looked up and saw Yang Xiuzhu, but his gaze was attracted by the person beside him.
A pretty little girl, like Yang Xiuzhu, has Ruifeng eyes with thin eyelids, similar in appearance, but the eyes are burning, and when she looks at her, she is angry.
Jiang Rao felt a little strange.
This kind of malice that was directly displayed on his face was barely expressed to her directly.
Obviously the first time I saw you.
But before the other party made no move, she lowered her head and continued to play her crossword puzzle.
People don't offend themselves, and don't offend others for the time being.
Yang Qi'an was full of anger.
Jiang Rao was still wearing a mask, so she couldn't see her expression.
Seeing that she didn't take her seriously at all, it was completely different from those noble ladies in Yecheng who surrounded her and praised her. Shout out to the boss, "I want ten lantern riddles too."
She looked at the mask on Jiang Rao's face, and pursed her lips in displeasure.
It's ugly.
The mask is ugly, and maybe the face underneath is ugly too.
The boss recognized Yang Qi'an, "Hey, isn't this a talented girl?"
Yang Qi'an tilted his chin triumphantly, turned towards Jiang Rao, and let out a "hum".
Yang Xiuzhu frowned, and reprimanded: "Be quiet."
Looking at her complacent look, it seemed that she really thought she was talented.
Others don't know, but he, the elder brother, knows best, how can the little ink in his sister's belly be worthy of the title of talented woman
People here call her like this, partly because of his face, and the other part, because of his father's face.
It has nothing to do with herself.
Yang Qi'an was even more dissatisfied. He felt that his brother's soul had been taken away by the masked man opposite him. He meant something and said loudly: "Not everyone can guess this lantern riddle."
Jiang Rao: "..."
Want to change stalls.
It hurt my eyes.
She was patient, and finished the ten lots in hand, and handed them to the boss.
After all, she is a veteran, and she knows all the tricks of the front and back, and she solves the puzzle very quickly.
The boss said with emotion: "It turned out to be all right."
Yang Qi'an's face froze.
She was still holding the first piece of paper for the lantern riddle in her hand, and she had no idea at all. Seeing that Jiang Rao had already finished solving it, she became even more impatient.
The more anxious you are, the more blank your mind becomes.
What she said just now was like lifting a rock and hitting her own foot.
She broke out in a sweat, and turned to Yang Xiuzhu who was beside her, "Brother, help me."
But she heard her own brother say: "Since she is a talented woman, she can solve it herself."
Yang Xiuzhu looked at Jiang Rao with amazed eyes, ignoring Yang Qi'an.
Yang Qi'an was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in. He made a "Chuan" between his eyebrows angrily, and shouted towards Jiang Rao's back: "It's so amazing to only solve the winning lottery. If you have the ability, you can solve the most difficult first lottery!"
Jiang Rao was about to leave, but was provoked repeatedly by a stranger, no matter how good her temper was, she couldn't bear it anymore.
She is also well-loved at home, and she is not a temper that would be squeezed and bullied by others, so she turned around and said, "Boss, I want that lottery."
But when the first sign was in hand, Jiang Rao's intestines became a little green.
Regret, now very regret.
Veterans can also overturn.
This sign is so difficult.
A hint of embarrassment and embarrassment rose on her face.
Yang Qi'an on the other end saw her embarrassment, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.
At this time, a pair of hands stretched out from behind Jiang Rao, and took the note away from her hand.
"Qingcheng's Qingcheng." Rong Ting glanced and said.
The stall owner clapped his hands in admiration, "I've kept this lottery here for several years and no one has guessed it right. The little boy is the first one. It's amazing."
Yang Qi'an was dissatisfied with this result, he patted the table bitterly, and said to Jiang Rao, "It's not your guess, it's nothing!"
But he heard the boy in the wheelchair say softly, "She taught me."
Jiang Rao felt her heart thump.
Is it her wish [to make him treat her better], has it come true
Now, he is obviously on her side.
Can she escape the ending in her dream
Jiang Rao thought about the hard work of protecting him as a treasure during this period of time, and finally paid off, and almost shed tears in her heart.
Rong Ting glanced at Yang Qi'an with an extremely cold gaze, and then his eyes fell on Yang Xiuzhu.
The bottom of the eyes saw the needle again.
As if deliberately showing to Yang Xiuzhu, he hooked Jiang Rao's sleeve, gently looked up at her, "Shall we go?"
When her eyes turned to Jiang Rao, she put away all the sharpness in her eyes, said quietly and well-behaved, "I don't want to stay here anymore."
walk around.
So good.
Jiang Rao's eyes fell on Rong Ting's hand hooking her sleeve.
Slender and long fingers, white as jade.
It's so obedient, like the white fluffy puppy raised by her grandmother, when she wants to hug her, its paws stick to it first.
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She couldn't resist at all, and pushed Rong Ting's wheelchair, "Let's go."
But a voice came from behind—
"Wearing a mask and never taking it off, is it so ugly that you can't see people? It's just right for an ugly man to match a disabled person!"
It was Yang Qi'an, who was furious and red-eyed.
The anger in her heart couldn't be vomited, and she was a little out of choice, just wanting to vent her anger on herself!
But Yang Xiuzhu was already sullen, "Yang Qi'an!"
Jiang Rao looked back, beautiful eyes like sharp knives, cold.
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But at the same time, because the movement of turning around was too fast, the thread of the mask was caught by the hairpin on her head, and the rope collapsed.