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Her voice was so soft that only the two of them listened.
Rong Ting caught her and got into the carriage. As soon as the curtain of the carriage was lowered, she bit her lip, then leaned lazily on her shoulder, and said, "Whether the road ahead will be good or bad, I'm not sure."
The smile in his eyes wiped away, and his tone suddenly became cold and domineering, "Even if you are not very sure, you still have to stay with me."
Even if it is death, he will not let her leave half a step.
He sighed, "I originally thought this way, since you are willing, this is the best."
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More than half of the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital are in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, serving in front of the dragon couch.
When Rong Ting came, in the crowd, a courtier surnamed Zhang didn't look up, but quietly smoothed his right sleeve with his left hand.
When Rong Ting took the medicine bowl from the waiter, he glanced at Zhang Yuanzheng.
When Zhang Yuan was arranging the corners of his sleeves, he put three fingers on top and two fingers on the fabric of the sleeves.
three months.
Rong Ting slowly looked back.
On the couch, Emperor Zhaowu looked sick and tired.
He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and he lost weight quickly in half a year. He became a dead leaf in the late autumn of November, leaving only bones as thin as bones.
Rong Ting tasted the medicine and handed it to the eunuch who served beside him.
Two palace servants helped Emperor Zhaowu who was on the couch and fed the medicine. Emperor Zhaowu opened his eyes and coughed continuously. Rong Ting stayed aside meekly and said: "Father, I have already tasted this medicine."
Emperor Zhaowu was seriously ill, and there were frequent changes inside and outside the palace. A few days ago, a prince came to visit his doctor, and the medicine was mixed with medicinal materials that were not good for the sick body. After the investigation, he was dismissed from the title. After thorough inspection.
After drinking the medicine, he wanted to talk to Rong Ting, but he had nothing to say.
Looking through Rong Ting's face, he couldn't remember his appearance when he was a child, at most he could only vaguely think of his mother and concubine through his face.
Counting the two years when Rong Ting just returned to the palace from Yecheng, he and his nine sons only met each other a few times. If the things entrusted to him hadn't been done to his liking, he would have given him a fief far away from the capital and dismissed it hastily.
The accident when Rong Ting's mother and concubine gave birth was caused by the queen, and he handed Rong Ting over to the queen to be raised. He learned about this from Li Ren, and he was ashamed to face it.
After Emperor Zhaowu got sick, his temper became erratic, gloomy and uncertain. Thinking of embarrassing things, he brushed away the arm of the eunuch who was feeding him medicine. For a seriously ill person, the strength was soft and not heavy. It was just sudden, and the little eunuch still scared him Trembling, the medicine bowl rolled on the ground.
A few drops of bitter concoction splashed on the back of Rong Ting's boots.
He stood there, not avoiding, bent down to pick up the bowl on the ground, and handed it to the frightened and trembling eunuch, with a calm tone, "I don't know why my father summoned my son?"
After Emperor Zhaowu got angry, there was only fatigue left in his body. He was so tired that he lost all vitality. official business."
"The son will share the worries of the father."
"Also." Emperor Zhao Wu's spirit improved a little, and he coughed, "Don't tell Yun'er about my current situation."
Rong Ting replied "my son knows", before leaving, he thought about what Emperor Zhaowu told him, and silently curled his lips into a sneer.
Back then, the empress had caused his biological mother to die in childbirth. After his father found out, he felt no guilt at all. He didn't want to admit that he had made a mistake, and let Li Ren hide it from him.
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It's a pity that the emperor didn't know that this was what he ordered Li Ren to pass on. He knew it clearly at a young age. Now that he is ill and confused, how can he hide it.
But it doesn't matter.
The life of a person who once didn't care about his life or death, and didn't ask a word, has already been grasped in his hands.
Not long after leaving the palace, Liao Qiubai met with Rong Ting in private.
"I've asked the people in the imperial hospital. The emperor's disease, the doctor Shi Wang, probably won't survive this winter."
Rong Ting drank his tea with his head down, "Three months."
Liao Qiubai shook his hands and said in shock, "...so fast?"
There was no expression on Rong Ting's face, and the white mist filled the porcelain cup, making him look extremely quiet.
"These few months, I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful." Liao Qiubai frowned, lowered his voice, stared at Rong Ting, trying to see his plan.
Rong Ting only nodded slightly, with a serious face.
He has always been moody, elusive.
Liao Qiubai gave up inquiring, looked at Rong Ting's saber standing beside the chair, he had a good memory, and said casually: "I didn't see you hang any accessories on the sword before, this lovesickness clasp is beautiful."
Acacia buckle...
Rong Ting glanced at it, then turned the sword around, so that the sword spike turned to the back, the hilt blocked it, and the light couldn't get through.
"It's really pretty," he said.
"My wife gave it to me."
His eyes became brighter, and his tone was blatantly showing off, like a child talking about his favorite thing to others, while showing off, he held it tightly for fear of being snatched away by others.
Liao Qiubai worked for Rong Ting, watching him calmly play with the prominent royal brothers of his mother clan, mixed feelings of respect and fear in his heart, even though he claimed to be resourceful, he did not dare to overdo it Guess Rong Ting's mind.
He said goodbye quickly.
Rong Ting held the long sword in his hand, he looked at the fringe hanging from the hilt, thousands of thin red threads were strung together into a knot the size of a walnut, he took it off and put it in the palm of his hand for a second look.
A person who is not good at needlework is dexterous in weaving things.
He played with the lovesickness knot all the way, remembering that Jiang Rao hurriedly hid his things when he saw him a few months ago, his eyes moved suddenly, and he smiled lowly while holding the lovesickness knot.
He understood where her dexterity came from.
In a few months, I'm afraid I made more than a dozen, and picked the best-looking one to give to him. He could guess her little thoughts with a little thought.
It's a pity that she couldn't guess his thoughts, as long as it was sent by her, it was good.
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The sky was gloomy, a few lone stars fell on the night, and the night wind blew the glazed lamps in the porch.
Jiang Rao was lying by the window, wearing a cloak to keep out the cold, looking out at the road through the window.
She thought about the words Rong Ting said before leaving the house during the day, the little smile on her often smiling face disappeared, and she seemed to be distracted.
Not running away from him was originally something she wanted to do, but when he said it, it seemed like he was forcing her.
However, in the end, he didn't want to hide his thoughts from her.
Jiang Rao narrowed her eyes, as if raindrops had fallen on her cheeks, there was a chill.
She looked up, and Rong Ting was retracting the fingers that touched her cheek.
He walked silently, and she didn't realize he was back until he touched Jiang Rao's cheek.
Rong Ting played with the Acacia buckle all the way, he was in a good mood, with a smile on his face. He also smiles in front of people, but the smile is always the same, gentle and unfamiliar, looking at Jiang Rao, that smile is sincere, and he wants to laugh from the bottom of his heart. He was born very well, no matter how he smiled, he was always good-looking, Jiang Rao felt lucky when he saw him smile.
In her dream, she had never seen him smile, and there was a coldness from the bottom of her bones.
Rong Ting put his arms around Jiang Rao's waist, lifted her up, and let her sit on his lap.
The lovesickness clasp was hanging on his middle finger, and before Jiang Rao's eyes, the red string was tied to his slender and strong fingers, and the tassels were hanging down into his palm. He said, "Can you make another one for me every year?"
Jiang Rao's emotions were still a little immersed in what was on her mind just now, seeing that he didn't mention it at all, she didn't mention it for the time being.
But his request made her pout her mouth and said two words in a low voice, "Greedy."
With anger in her tone, Rong Ting smiled.
His smile was bright, his chin pressed against Jiang Rao's chest two inches up, his smile trembled, it seemed to be able to penetrate her bones, reach her heart, and make her heart tremble.
"I've always been greedy for Niannian."
Jiang Rao was afraid that he would not do well, so he gave him one. The second one must be better looking than the first one.
She lowered her head, "Then give me some more time."
"Ten days?"
Jiang Rao lowered her voice, "One month."
"Three months."
Jiang Rao was surprised by his sudden generosity, and Rong Ting's arms around her waist were restrained a little, "I'm going to Jiangzhou, do you still think about him every year?"
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, thinking he might have misunderstood, "I miss him as much as I miss you."
She thought he was still enjoying himself because of her brother.
Although there was a smile in Rong Ting's eyes, he sighed, "The maple forest in Jiangzhou is as red as a sea of fire in September, do you want to see it every year?"
Only then did Jiang Rao realize something was wrong, and turned her head to look at her, "You want me to go to Jiangzhou?"
Also look at Fenglin in September... I go there once, plus the time I stay there, three months is not enough.
Rong Ting smiled, with sharp teeth, looking a little childish, and said: "Niannian wants to give me something, so naturally I want to wait for Niannian to be better."
He said softly, "Let your father-in-law and mother-in-law accompany you to Jiangzhou, come back after seeing the maple leaves, and then send Acacia to me."
Jiang Rao was so stunned that he lost his mind, and after a long while, he said softly: "You entered the palace today, what happened to the emperor's side?"
Rong Ting likes Jiang Rao, everything about her, the only thing she doesn't like is that sometimes she is really hard to lie to.