Rong Ting's fingertips and palms are covered with a layer of calluses. From carrying water when he was young to doing martial arts secretly when he was a little older, the calluses grew thicker on his hands.
When it touched Jiang Rao's tender palm, the frost-like touch made her palm tremble twice.
He couldn't help but wanted to shrink back, but his wrist was tightly clenched by him.
The five fingers holding her wrist were close together, sinking down, as if they could touch the bones.
Although Jiang Rao looks thin, she is actually well-proportioned and fleshy, with a slender frame, so thin that no bones can be seen.
Rong Ting pinched her wrist and felt soft.
He lowered his eyes, as if looking at her palm, but his eyes were always locked on the part of her wrist that was encircled by his hand.
Nice pinch.
He finished ticking the last stroke of the character "渟", and after ticking and mentioning it, it was time to let go, but he only looked up at her, "The water is on the left, the pavilion is on the right, tap the water jet."
The hand does not want to let go.
Jiang Rao nodded.
This word is uncommon, but she just heard it, and felt a little familiar, raised her eyes slightly and bumped into Rong Ting's eyes looking at her, she was stunned, a dull and strange emotion arose in her heart, and unconsciously opened her mouth and shouted: "Ting elder brother."
After shouting, her heart skipped a beat.
This blurted out of the title, as if... called many times before.
Behind Rong Ting's ears, his ears turned red as if he was trembling, and he let go of his hand, and his voice was tense, "Yeah."
Jiang Jinxing followed suit, "Brother Ting—"
If it's the same thing, if someone else said it, it would have an immediate effect, and the redness behind Rong Ting's ears would disappear and disappear in place.
He frowned, and before Jiang Jinxing could utter the word brother, he raised a pair of cold eyes and looked at him, "You, just call me brother."
Jiang Jinxing felt that he was treated differently.
But the backer can't be messed with, he sat upright, honestly, he could shout whatever he asked, "Brother."
Little Overlord has never been so obedient since he was born.
He pointed to Jiang Rao, then pointed to himself, and introduced to Rong Ting, "My elder sister's name is Jiang Niannian, and my name is Jiang Jinxing."
Jiang Rao: "It's called Jiang Rao, not Niannian."
Rong Ting said, "I've heard your mother call you Niannian."
"That's small print, the family shouted."
"oh."
"Which rao word?" Rong Ting asked again.
He knew the word in his heart.
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand as Jiang Rao did just now.
Blinking, waiting for her to write.
Jiang Rao hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand.
He wrote it all, and she has no reason not to write it.
She dropped her fingertips and wrote words in his palm, stroke by stroke.
This was the first time Jiang Rao saw his open palms. It turned out that the calluses in his palms were so thick. There are also some long and thin knife marks. One could tell it was the hand of a warrior.
Against this backdrop, her fingers looked as white and soft as freshly steamed steamed buns.
Rong Ting looked down.
With her head down, she drew horizontally and vertically in the palm of his hand seriously, her hair was thick and soft, a few strands of uneven forehead hair were fluffy, her cheek skin was white and soft, her expression was obedient and quiet.
His gaze rested on her cheek.
Maybe there, it is softer than her wrist.
Rong Ting dimly closed his eyes.
Little by little, the small fingertips landed on the palm of his hand, vertically and horizontally, as if a feather tail was scratching, a little hot.
The feeling of skin-to-skin contact, a little itchy, but also a little warm and solid.
Female, Yao.
raucous.
Rao, it sounds good when I think about it in my heart.
Jiang Rao finally finished writing, raised her head, and looked at him with great interest.
Waiting for him to call her name.
The temperature in Rong Ting's palms cooled down quickly, but his eyes were slightly bent, revealing a bitter smile of extreme helplessness and guilt, "I... didn't understand."
"It's okay, I'll write again."
She didn't think her name was so difficult, she thought he would understand after writing it once.
Again, though, it doesn't take much effort to write.
Jiang Rao lowered her head and wrote again.
"I still do not get it."
His eyes became more and more guilty, and he lowered his eyes with a dejected expression of self-blame.
Jiang Rao looked at his picture as if he was afraid of being punished, with a look of helplessness, and his heart was soft. Even if he was impatient, he could develop a lot of patience, and stretched out his finger to write again.
but-
Write for the third time.
The third time I don't understand.
She bit her lower lip, somewhat dejected this time.
Not angry with him, but angry with herself.
Although every time he showed an expression of self-blame and guilt, as if the fault was all on him, her name was not difficult at all. He didn't understand, it must be because she didn't write well, and gestured anxiously towards the air, "Rao , meaning beautiful."
She was about to die of anxiety, he finally said clearly, "I recognize it, it's Rao."
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief and finally laughed. She couldn't help but want to touch his head as a reward like her younger brother learned some words, but then put down her hand.
Although he didn't resist or evade this time, she didn't put her hand up in the end, because he wasn't her brother after all.
Jiang Jinxing saw that they were playing all the time, but no one noticed him, so he poked his head over, trying to attract the attention of his brothers and sisters.
However, no one was looking at him, so he had to roll up his sleeves, put out his chubby hand, and said to Rong Ting, "Brother, my calligraphy is more difficult to write, so I'll show you too."
Rong Ting smiled.
He also withdrew his hand.
The slender fingers clenched into a fist, which was carried behind his back.
"No need." His voice was a little indifferent, and it was very different from the gentle smile just now, "I will."
…
"I'm furious!"
Two days later, in a tea house on the street, Yang Qi'an sat at the round table and said angrily.
Surrounding her were several other noble daughters from Yecheng families who had befriended her.
Yang Qi'an's family background is the best, so she is naturally the one who is most admired by the stars among them. Immediately, someone followed her words and asked, "Who made you angry?"
Yang Qi'an was so annoyed that he wanted to throw his teacup, "The family with the Jiang surname from a foreign country will not show mercy to the truth!"
"My brother didn't save that fat guy from that family because they spoke so badly before! Who would help them if they were angry! But because of such a trivial matter, that family not only broke up with my family completely Hand it over, and even stopped my father from doing some business."
The more Yang Qi'an talked, the more angry he became, "But my father is not angry with them, he is just blaming my brother!"
A noble lady at the side understood—
Compared with the Yang family, it is clear that the power of the foreign family is superior, otherwise, according to Master Yang's usual bullying style, how could he be humbled.
The Yang family has a reputation in Yecheng, Yang Qi'an is considered to be out of Yecheng, and her family is also a celebrity
It's ridiculous.
It's just that no one really told Yang Qi'an the truth, their family background was inferior to hers, so they followed her on the surface and said, "That family is hateful enough."
With their support, Yang Qi'an had a place to vent his anger. He patted the table and said in a sharp tone, "It's not just hateful!"
Her face was gloomy and ugly, "Just because the little fat man in their family was robbed, the county magistrate rushed to please him and arrested the leader of the beggar. Now people outside are praising their family, saying Thanks to their blessings, if my brother didn't bother to take care of it, this reputation should belong to my brother!"
At this time, someone said, "The beggars here are divided into cliques, their leaders have been arrested, and none of those young people will trouble the Jiang family?"
"No." Yang Qi'an couldn't get out of his heart, and cursed, "They are all cowardly things."
Those beggars were so greedy for life and afraid of death. Seeing that the county magistrate respected that fourth master Jiang, he didn't dare to take revenge.
A noble lady looked at Yang Qi'an and laughed heartily.
How timid as a mouse.
It is clearly time-conscious.
Before the family even went to sue the officials, the county magistrate was in a hurry to arrest the robbers. Doesn't that show how high the family background is in such a rush to please
It was also easy to stop Master Yang's business.
Which one here can do this.
Someone laughed out loud, "Those beggars on the street, rat-like things, it's okay to expect them to do some tricks. I'm afraid no one will be able to catch them. Let them bet their lives, and they are afraid of death."
Yang Qi'an was moved in his heart.
Going to make some small moves, she can also vent her anger in her heart.
She squinted her eyes, suddenly lost in thought.
…
Rong Ting took medicine for himself in the medical hall.
But seeing the old doctor suddenly frowning and looking outside, his eyes were full of disdain, and he muttered in a low voice, "This girl of the Yang family has been raised completely crookedly, and even mixed up with beggars."
Rong Ting heard the words and looked over, and saw Yang Qi'an was on the side of the street, together with her maid, talking to a dirty little beggar.
The old doctor looked at it and sighed, "This girl used to say that my medical skills are not good just because the medicine I prescribed to her was too bitter. No one is perfect, and my medical skills are not good, but she can't just because I prescribed it. Isn’t it unfair to say that I am not good at medicine because the medicine is bitter?”
He complained for a while, saying, "If this girl gets married in the future, she will definitely bring disaster to her entire husband's family."
Suddenly turned to look at Rong Ting, "It's still that little girl Jiang, she is nice, clean, not humble, and not arrogant."
"Ok, I know."
The old doctor suddenly became very curious, "I asked you to try that method last time, did it work?"
Rong Ting coughed, "It works."
He said enthusiastically: "I have some other methods here. That's how I married my wife back then..."
But Rong Ting has already pushed the wheelchair and turned to the door, "Mr., I have something to do, so I won't bother you today."
He lifted the curtain and left the hospital.
As soon as he got out of the hospital, he saw Yang Qi'an gesticulating at the little beggar. He stopped in the wheelchair, and after taking a look, his eyes darkened quietly.
…
Yang Qi'an was always high-spirited when looking at other people, let alone little beggars, she didn't even bother to talk to them, she asked her maid to talk, and she just watched the show and listened from afar.
"Your elder brother was arrested, you younger brothers, just live in peace like this? No wonder those beggars in neighboring counties say that beggars in Ye City are not as good as dogs."
"Oh, I know you are afraid of death. Yes, indeed, the Jiang family is very powerful. But you have no way to vent your anger on your eldest brother? I saw you pouring dung on the walls of those houses that you disliked. If you are diligent, others will not be able to catch you. This time, it is really a joke."
"..."
The servant girl finished speaking according to Yang Qian'an's instructions, and seeing the anger in the little beggar's eyes was aroused, she ran back to the pile of beggars.
The servant girl returned to Yang Qi'an's side, and asked her girl uneasily, "Girl, will they listen to you when you talk like this?"
Yang Qi'an snorted coldly, "If you don't listen, it's really like a beggar is worse than a dog."
"But if they really went and poured dung on the wall of Jiang's house..."
This method is too low-handed.
Yang Qi'an glanced at her, "How? That's how it makes me vent my anger."
"Besides, didn't you listen to Miss Yang, Miss Li and the others? Those beggars are rats at night. Be careful, you probably won't be able to catch them." Thinking of the scene where dung was splashed on the wall of Jiang's house, she giggled. Get up, "Maybe, they will go more than once."
She put her hands behind her back and said to the servant girl, "Go find some more people and tell more beggars about these things, lest the one just now is useless, and you won't dare to do it after hearing it."
…
There is a tea stall apart, Rong Ting listened to her words.
He stopped one person, gave some money, and asked that person to say something to the little beggar.
After the little beggar heard this, his eyes became more fierce, and he spat, "I was almost tricked into being a gunman! I have to go back quickly and tell others, don't let them be fooled too."
When the man came back, he told Rong Ting that the matter was settled, and Rong Ting gave him three taels of silver directly, and said, "You just wait here at the tea stand, and tell everyone that the person who secretly sued the officials is the Yang family." That son, the county magistrate took his money before releasing the news that no one has sued the magistrate."
There were many people coming and going at the tea stand, and the news circulated quickly. If the news spread, those beggars would definitely hear it.
Three taels of silver was almost the money that the tea stall owner would receive after selling tea for half a year. He just spread a few rumors, saying that it was the customer who said it, and others couldn't catch him, so of course he readily agreed.
Rong Ting lightly tapped his armrest with his finger, watching the people coming and going in Ye City, there was a hint of sarcasm and pity in his eyes.
His father was only in Jinling, and he only saw the world from the memorials. He had no idea how the officials in this place helped him guard the country—the case was closed before the dignitaries reported the case. The complaints of ordinary people have been ignored.
It's like his father only heard from the queen's words whether his harem was calm and whether his son was doing well or not, without knowing whether he was really alive or dead.
One leaf blinds the eye.
But he calls himself Mingjun.
Sad and ridiculous.
…
That night, the Yang family.
"What's the smell?"
The maidservant who kept watch at night whispered to each other.
Lighting up a lantern, one can see that the four walls behind Yang's house have been doused with feces. For a while, the whole house exploded.
What's even more hateful is that there are a few words written on the wall.
"Will come again."
Yang Qi'an was so angry that he was half dead.
…
When taking a bath at night, Rong Ting got rid of the wheelchair, stood on the crutch he cut out of wood, and walked forward.
When he reached the wooden barrel, his steps were difficult, his legs were still a little weak, and he was sweating profusely in a hurry.
He took off his clothes and sank himself into the barrel.
The wooden barrel was soaked with unpleasant Chinese herbal medicine, he suddenly held his breath and sank himself to the bottom of the water.
The underwater vision became black.
His heart was also like a quagmire, with dark and dirty emotions fermenting all day long.
Last night he had a dream. In the dream, his leg healed and he was very happy to see her in the palace, but when he opened his mouth, he called his sister-in-law.
He was so angry that after waking up in the middle of the night, he never fell back asleep.
I made a coat and sat by the bed, eyes open, and the cold wind blowing through the window, which couldn't calm down the fire in my heart.
The fact that Jiang Rao was almost engaged to one of his imperial brothers or younger brothers made him feel an endless sense of crisis.
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If she returns to the capital and the person who almost got engaged to her sees her, she is so good, how could the other party not feel sorry for not being able to get engaged.
Then stalked and smashed.
Then re-engaged.
Absolutely, no, can, do.
Rong Ting came out of the water at once, panting heavily.
He didn't want to stick to his spot any longer.
You can't just be greedy for her pity for him, and be willing to be a real cripple all the time.
If you want something, you must have the ability to compete with others and grab it, even if the means are despicable and despised by others.
But…
Which buggy guy almost got engaged to her.
With a gloomy face, he thought of his imperial brother from the beginning to the end, and with three points of internal energy in his palm, he slapped heavily on the water surface where the herbs were floating.
The water droplets splashed high and hit his gloomy and gloomy face all over.
He was leaning against the edge of the barrel, his naked chest covered with sweat beads heaved slightly, and his heart was enveloped in anger.
It had been a long time since the water with the herbs floating in it had cooled down, and he fell into deep thought without noticing it.
Until the temples ached.
He wanted to get up and take a square towel to wipe himself off. His legs, which had regained some strength, were very weak this time.
It was dark all around.
No one can help him.
Rong Ting was silent, leaning back, trying to use the weight of his body to overwhelm the barrel, and then climbed out.
He has long been used to the embarrassment of dragging his two legs forward.
Gotta figure out a way to dry myself first.
The cold wind blew last night, and today his face is a little hot, maybe it's because of the cold, that's why he's so weak now.
If left undried, the wind chill will only worsen.
His crippled and dilapidated body was so weak that he felt hatred in his heart.
He leaned back and the barrel fell to the ground.
It's just that the water in the wooden bucket splashed all over the floor, and the splashed water column extinguished the candlelight, and the dim light in the room was instantly extinguished.
Drops of water splashed into his eyes.
Rong Ting opened his slightly painful eyes, he still sees things in the night like daytime, and he can clearly see his situation at this time——
His body smelled of medicine, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Dragging two weak legs, the distance of two steps is like a moat, and you have to climb to get to the clothes.
Once again, he felt resentful because of his crippled leg, but in his ears, he heard the sound of footsteps in the yard.
The steps are small, but hurried.
He frowned.
He has no clothes on his body, his body is naked, and his hidden weapon is not at hand.
If an assassin came at this time, he could easily kill him.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
The man outside the door seemed to hesitate for a moment.
The young man in the room restrained his breath at this time, pretending that there was no one in the room, but his back was slightly arched, like a little leopard about to hunt, even though he was weak, he was ready to fight to the death.
But he heard a familiar, panting voice from outside the door.
"Brother Ting, are you alright?"