He was clear, "He changed our surname and became our elder brother."
Jiang Rao stopped boiling water and adding firewood, and covered Jiang Jinxing's mouth, "No, don't talk nonsense."
How can anyone take advantage of others and let others take their surname like this.
What's more, let a future big boss who will take revenge have their surname...
Can't make it.
Jiang Jinxing's proposal was rejected, his eyes darkened, and he frowned in thought.
He was thinking, and suddenly his eyes lit up again, "Then can I ask him for help?"
But he was ruthlessly rejected, "I can't."
Jiang Jinxing was completely helpless, and muttered in a low voice without hope, "Does sister want to marry him?"
"It's not marriage, it's marriage." Jiang Rao corrected him first, then changed his words suddenly, "No... it's not marriage either."
She blushed, and looked back at Rong Ting, suspecting that he had heard it too, "Don't listen to his nonsense."
But he was leaning against the bed with his body propped up, his head tilted slightly, and there were sporadic smiles in his eyes.
With a half smile, he looked at her and her brother.
The eyes are bright, clean and beautiful.
Married home just put there, are very beautiful.
Jiang Rao was startled by the thought that popped up in her mind, "I... I didn't."
"Oh?" Rong Ting only felt that the little fat man was much more pleasing to the eye, "Nothing?"
No picture of him... Jiang Rao thought weakly and feebly.
She was indeed her mother's own daughter.
Those who chased her aunt back then lined up from the east to the west of the city, and finally chose her father, who was not well-known at that time, just because her father was good-looking, which shows how much she valued her face.
But Jiang Rao didn't expect that she would inherit her mother, and just because the boy opposite was so good-looking, she had the idea of marrying him... evil thoughts.
You can't do the thing of coercion and pressure.
She was trembling at the tip of her heart and did not dare to say what she really thought in her heart. She swallowed a bit to make her voice less astringent, "My brother is childish, don't blame him."
Her brother is a good brother, but it's a pity that he can talk because he has grown legs.
Jiang Rao picked up the boy and threw it out of the courtyard, closed the door, tied it, took a deep breath, and absolutely forbade this speechless boy to come in again.
Her face was also angry and ashamed, rosy like a ripe fruit, when she sat down beside Rong Ting, her face was still steaming.
Rong Ting knew in her heart that she took what her brother said as a joke, and stopped joking along, keeping quiet, her eyes traced her face, as if she was nostalgic.
After a while the doctor came over and took Rong Ting's pulse.
The leg injury this year made Rong Ting's arm less likely to lift heavy objects. When he was weakest, he had almost no strength. Now he is slowly recovering, but it is not half as good as before.
In the past, it was easy to draw a 300-jin bow, ten arrows and twenty arrows felt nothing, but now only one arrow was fired, and the scapula was shaken and hurt.
Seeing that he had hurt his leg and then his arm, Jiang Rao felt even more pitiful for him.
The doctor wanted to take off his shirt to expose his chest, to see if there was any bruise on his shoulders, but Jiang Rao didn't stay here to watch, but went out to avoid it.
Jiang Jinxing slipped in at this moment.
Seriously and Rong Ting asked, "How do you think about it?"
He didn't express it very clearly, but Rong Ting understood the meaning of his words directly, but frowned, and just because he was her younger brother, she reluctantly said a few more words to him, "Your sister agrees, I I agree."
Jiang Jinxing said "Well", then he has to ask his sister again.
The child didn't know where he was thinking, and suddenly asked Rong Ting, "You haven't engaged yet, have you?"
Almost forgot such an important matter, if the person in front of him is already engaged, then wouldn't his sister be going to be a concubine
Rong Ting was lazy, without looking at him, and shook his head.
Jiang Jinxing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My elder sister is not engaged either."
"But she almost made a baby kiss with someone, but it was almost, but it didn't happen."
He always thought of what to say when he spoke, "I listened to what my parents said after breakfast."
"With whom?" Rong Ting's eyelids suddenly lifted.
Jiang Jinxing frowned, thought about it, and said, "He's a prince."
Rong Ting's eyes dimmed, and his brows furrowed tightly.
If he was only a little wary just now, but now that he thinks that the people who might be engaged to her are those brothers who have bullied him—
His eyes became dark, implying depression, and his breath was tinged with hostility, "Who is it?"
But Jiang Jinxing forgot.
He only remembered that when he heard it, he was curious about how many children the emperor had, asked the maid, and counted with his fingers, thinking that the emperor had a lot of dolls, but he didn't notice who was almost engaged to his sister.
He recalled carefully, stretched out two chubby hands, stretched and curled his fingers, but after a while, he frowned and said with some self-reproach: "I forgot to count."
Rong Ting was silent for a while.
But when he thought of it, he almost wanted to call her sister-in-law.
Or siblings.
The back teeth clenched.
He felt a nameless wildfire igniting in his heart like crazy, burning his head and mouth sores, and feeling uncomfortable as if there was blood in his throat.
The fists were clenched until blue veins and bone marks bulged on the back of the thin hand, "Think about it carefully."
His voice was as hoarse as if he had swallowed ice balls.
"I can't remember." Jiang Jinxing tugged at his hair angrily, blaming him for only thinking about how many concubines and children the emperor had, and didn't pay much attention to who it was.
"But don't worry." Jiang Jinxing said firmly, "My father didn't agree to the marriage."
Rong Ting just felt relieved.
But it didn't last long.
"He said that he would never agree to my elder sister marrying into the royal family. My elder sister listened to my father and would not associate with that prince."
…
After going out, Jiang Rao wanted to find Jiang Jinxing, but after searching for a long time, she heard from the maid that the boy had gone back into the house again.
But Jiang Rao couldn't go in, so he could only wait outside anxiously.
When the old doctor came out, he said that Rong Ting's shoulder was slightly strained due to drawing a bow, and he prescribed external medicine. Jiang Rao thanked the old doctor, and then went into the house to find Jiang Jinxing.
I kept praying in my heart, don't let her hear his crazy talk about whether to marry or not.
At his age, he might not understand the meaning of marriage, and she didn't understand it very well. She only thought about being two years older.
Seeing Jiang Rao coming, Jiang Jinxing immediately shrank his head guiltily.
Jiang Rao only felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, and glanced at Rong Rong.
His complexion was not good-looking, and when he glanced at her, there was a depth that she couldn't understand.
She put the training Jiang Jinxing into the back of her mind, got up, and walked towards Rong Ting, worried that the doctor who came just now told her that she missed something, "Does the strain on your shoulder hurt? The old doctor said there are bruises. "
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand forward, trying to brush his shirt open to see the bruises.
But after all, men and women are different, so he put his hand back.
She just raised her watery eyes and asked him uneasily, "Does it hurt?"
Can't wait for the wound to be on her own body.
Rong Ting's gaze swept all the way to her wrist.
His gaze was as firm as his grip on her wrist.
The slender wrist seemed to be broken when it was folded.
The two wrists can be tightly bound by him.
If only it could be locked...
No one else can see it.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, and didn't even dare to ask her which of his brothers almost made a marriage contract with her.
I am afraid that the darkest thoughts in my heart will come out of the cage, and I will not be able to shut them down.
"It's not serious, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter."
He said softly, don't open your eyes, don't look at her wrist anymore.
As if in that way, my heart can calm down.
Jiang Rao felt a little strange when he heard that his tone was stiff, much hoarse than the deep voice in normal days.
Jiang Jinxing tugged Jiang Rao's sleeve quietly at this moment, "Sister, what's his name?"
Jiang Rao bit her lower lip after hearing this question, and whispered to Jiang Jinxing, "I'll ask you later."
From the very beginning, she wanted to know which family he was from, but he was too suspicious, and always looked at her with fierce eyes like a little wolf, full of hostility, so she didn't dare to ask more questions.
Later, she had more and more dreams, and she thought that she could get a glimpse of something related to his family name from his later life.
But the fact is that a humble little maid is not qualified to know anything about him.
She repeatedly recalled the dreams, in those dreams, she served him mostly at night.
But it seemed that the house was just one of his residences, he left during the day, only came back to sleep at night, asked her to see him overnight, and left again after waking up.
At that time, she kept yelling "Jiu Ye Jiu Ye".
Being enslaved by him, he was so angry that he only dared to curse behind his back, bastard ba.jiu...
In the dream, she never knew what his real name was.
Otherwise, why not dare to swear behind someone's back, it must be swearing with both names and surnames to relieve anger.
Now Jiang Rao is not curious about his name, she just wanted to wait for his leg injury to be healed, and then retire. If you ask the name clearly and know who he is, the more you know, the more reluctant you are to part. She grew up in various places and knows this best.
There was only one thing that made her wonder who he was.
She wanted to know which mistress his mistress was, but she was so vicious and terrifying.
Regardless of Jiang Rao's advice, Jiang Jinxing tilted his head and looked at Rong Ting, "Excuse me, what's your name?"
Rong Ting frowned.
Having said that, they will know who he is.
won't communicate...
I remembered what Jiang Jinxing said just now.
His hand trembled.
Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Rao felt that he still had something to hide, so she pulled Jiang Jinxing back, "You can just call him brother."
Jiang Jinxing turned to look at Jiang Rao, "Then sister also wants to call him brother?"
Jiang Rao thought about the picture, feeling a little strange.
She was used to putting him in a weak position, and she always felt that she was the older one.
Even if it is true that he is big, shouting brother is right.
Jiang Rao was a little hesitant, with a weak breath, more like perfunctory Jiang Jinxing, and said "um" very softly.
But Jiang Rao heard Rong Ting say, "My name is a single word."
He didn't say his last name, but he was already sweating from hesitation.
People who have tasted bitterness, once tasted sweetness once, will always miss the taste of sweetness, and do not want to go back to bitterness again.
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He finally found the light.
Don't want the light to disappear.
He only mentioned his first name, not his last name, Jiang Rao was pleasantly surprised.
After all, I always thought he wouldn't say it.
In the dream, there was a scene where she was asking other maids and servants, but they always kept silent to her.
Like someone didn't let them talk.
But, "Which ting word?"
she asked.
When I asked, I subconsciously stretched out my hand.
Jiang Rao has been bumping on the road since she was six years old, and it is not convenient to grind paper and pens in the carriage. Jiang Siye wanted to teach her to write, so he wrote in the palm of her hand.
Later, Jiang Rao taught Jiang Jinxing like this again.
Once you come and go, you will form a habit.
only…
What she is facing now is not her father, nor her younger brother.
Jiang Rao suddenly realized this, shyly shrank her hands back. With a little embarrassment on her face, she said, "Just tell me how to write that word..."
At this time, the wrist was grabbed by a scorching force, and he moved forward and pulled it.