Jiang Rao had never seen such a scene before, and was stunned.
His brows were slightly wrinkled.
She vaguely felt that she had seen what he said in some book.
But if you think about it carefully, you can't think of it.
Where did you read this...
Her mind wandered for a moment.
Rong Ting coughed violently, Jiang Rao came back to his senses, and quickly brought water for him to drink.
Her gaze followed the swaying and undulating surface of the water in the water glass, watching carefully, lest the water spill into the bedding on the bed.
Unconsciously, when Rong Ting's eyes were darting towards her, there was a faint sharpness and strong desire for dominance.
Although he said that his illness was cured, once the fever subsided, the redness on his face due to the fever disappeared, and his complexion was cold and frosty white.
It looks like a thin figure, like a fairy standing in the clouds for a long time, with a light body, coupled with the coughing sound that seems to be coughing up the heart, liver and lungs, it is really sick and pitiful.
"Every year," he murmured.
This time, he coughed and muttered again.
Jiang Rao's attention completely returned to him.
"In Dazhao, when you look at a person's body, you have to be responsible to the person..."
As he spoke, he coughed again, sickly.
The persistent coughing interrupted what was supposed to continue.
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, attracted by these words, and finally remembered where she had read such words!
But in those scriptures, the ones whose bodies have been inspected and whose innocence has been damaged, aren't they all girls' families
Or, it is a vixen who pretends to be pitiful and seduces scholars.
As for Rong Ting... If you only look at his face, it is more than enough to say that he is a male fox turned into a beauty.
Even this sick beauty is much more pitiful than a vixen.
"But, I'm fine." The sickly beauty gave a weak smile that almost broke her heart, "Although... it's the first time someone has seen her naked body."
Jiang Rao, who doesn't have any guts at all, can't tell that this beauty is actually full of words—it's related, I want someone to coax her.
Instead, because the sentence in his words didn't matter, she directly skipped the latter sentence.
The round eyes immediately curved up, and the small dimples were deep, hiding a smile of appreciation, "I knew you would not force others to do what is difficult for you."
This morning, she managed to get through the robbery safely, and she was confused about the fact that she sneaked out in the middle of the night.
If she stabbed her in front of her father again, she would let her father know that she saw the man's body.
Although Heideng Xiahuo didn't see anything clearly, if her father knew that she had seen a man's body.
Either, he broke her leg in anger, or broke his own leg in anger.
Father and daughter, at least one of them will spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair.
It's too bad for her to have to suffer this kind of crime because she didn't see anything clearly.
Jiang Rao squinted her eyes and smiled, put her finger to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture to Rongting.
"Then let's never talk about it again in the future. If we don't let people know, we can pretend it didn't happen."
Rong Ting: "..."
For a moment, I was speechless.
…
He was very helpless, finally looked at her and smiled slowly.
…
There are two bowls of white rice porridge cooked soft and sticky.
Jiang Rao stared at Rong Ting, and finished drinking everything.
Can't help but glance at his two legs under the quilt.
Although covered by the clothes, the vague height and length of the two legs are good, and they don't look weak.
Even at a cursory glance, one can see that his leg length is considered outstanding among his peers.
If his leg injury is not cured, it will be another scene.
After many years, his legs will be atrophied due to years of not walking, ugly in shape, limp and weak like an octogenarian.
It contrasted sharply with his broad back and his cold, self-indulgent and self-indulgent face.
Above the belt and below the belt, there are two heavens of ice and fire, like the bodies of two people.
One ugly and one beautiful, one weak and one strong.
The gap is so stark, and he doesn't know how he endured this crime.
Jiang Rao sighed in her heart when she thought about it, and felt that although he was hateful and hateful at that time, he was also extremely pitiful.
Fortunately, his leg injury is healed now, and he won't be like in her dream.
Jiang Rao waited for him to finish eating, then took away the used bowl.
While washing the dishes, I saw a few wooden planks tied to the legs to assist walking by the wall, turned my head and pointed, and asked Rong Ting, "Have you tried walking?"
Rong Ting's eyes hid his emotions very deeply, although he said "um", he didn't say any more.
Jiang Rao said: "If you can walk two steps, even if you stand up and walk while holding on to something, it's good, or you can often beat and massage it. Otherwise, if you don't walk for a long time, your legs will become weaker. If you move more, you might be able to stand up faster."
After she finished speaking, as if seeing him standing up in front of her, she smiled sweetly as soon as she rolled her eyes, "It would be great if I could run after standing up soon."
Rong Ting knew what she said.
He read it in medical books.
But those icy small characters in the medical book, after passing by line by line, memorized word for word in my heart, but my heart was still cold, and I couldn't give birth to any expectations.
Good legs, bad legs, left and right are just lingering and low-spirited.
But now, listening to her talking about her leg recovery, she still looks like she will be very happy when she waits until that day...
There was someone who was looking forward to and looking forward to for him, and after always talking in his ear, he actually became a little looking forward to the future.
"Niannian." His body tensed for an instant, and his tone was slightly astringent, "Since you remember last night, can everything you said count?"
Jiang Rao looked up at him.
Judgment is low when sick, what she says, what he believes.
But when he woke up, he still believed what she said.
As if what was being fed to him was poison, he would eat it too.
Looking at him like this, Jiang Rao felt a little strange.
She didn't know which sentence he mentioned last night, after all, she seemed to have said a lot.
But she has always been frank, and she has a clear conscience, saying: "Naturally it counts."
Rong Ting gently parted the corners of his lips, and smiled palely, "Then I will take it seriously."
He was silent for a long time, then suddenly made a sound.
"Then who was the person you read three times last night?"
The voice is gentle and gentle.
His vision, however, was entangled with a scarlet dullness that was not easy to be noticed by others.
Jiang Rao was stunned.
He's asking... bastard//nine
…
In the Jiang Mansion, the old father was pacing back and forth in the study like ants on a frying pan.
Walking up and down, frowning deeply, he finally asked someone to call Jiang Qinshi, and told her all the thoughts that had been on his mind all morning.
"Qingshan, do you still remember that I said a few days ago that the kid in the west of the city looks familiar."
Seeing that his brows were tightly wrinkled, Jiang Qinshi couldn't help but stepped forward to stroke him away, and said in a warm voice: "Of course I remember, after I came back, I thought about it. I just thought about which old people in Jinling had children as old as him. For a long time, I never thought of a child who looked like him."
She looked at Fourth Master Jiang's expression, "You're frowning, but what did you remember?"
Seeing that his brows were not loose, Jiang Qin's brows were also furrowed.
Fourth Master Jiang pointed her out: "You might as well think about the appearance of the Ninth Prince."
Jiang Qinshi thought about it for a while, and said alas, with a joyful smile in his eyes, "That kid is so pretty, he is really likable."
Fourth Master Jiang covered his forehead. After so many years, he still couldn't get used to his wife's perverted eyes, "No..."
He said helplessly: "I want you to think about it, does that child in the west of the city look like the Ninth Prince?"
Jiang Qinshi was silent for a while, thought for a long time, and finally, his face showed a bit of trouble.
"This concubine is no better than your eyesight. If you want to say something, just tell me directly."
Fourth Master Jiang pointed his finger under his right eye, "Does the Ninth Prince have a small mole here?"
Jiang Qinshi was silent for a while, "Yes."
"The child in the west of the city also has it under his eyes, right in the middle, and the size is invisible if you don't look carefully." Fourth Master Jiang connected them by this point, "If you think about their facial features, don't they look a little similar?"
Jiang Siye's skill in painting is so good that he can never forget it after seeing someone once.
However, Jiang Qinshi had long forgotten the specific appearance of the Ninth Prince, and only remembered that he was good-looking. As for the details of his facial features, his memory was very vague.
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Although she couldn't figure it out clearly, she trusted her husband, "You mean, that child is the Ninth Prince?"
But this matter is no small matter, Jiang Qin's voice could not help but be more serious.
"I'm worried." Fourth Master Jiang said.
"But I'm worried again. It's because I remembered it wrong. After all, I only saw him a few times many years ago. He was still young at that time. It is not uncommon for children to change their appearance when they grow up. We have never heard of the Ninth Prince leaving the capital." The news is really hard to ascertain.”
Fourth Master Jiang sighed, "Niannian, I didn't say anything, lest I read it wrong and cause her to misunderstand. I want to write a book and send it to Jinling, and I want a copy Compare the current portraits of the Ninth Princes to see if they are consistent."
He walked towards the desk, and Jiang Qinshi followed, grinding for him, "If it's really the Ninth Prince, what are you going to do?"
Fourth Master Jiang stopped walking, "We'll talk about it later."
His face turned cold, as if he didn't want to get involved.