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Jiang Rao is pampered and pampered. Nine out of ten days, she only cooks salted fish. She is used to being lazy. She goes there once and back twice, and before she gets home, her ankles are sore.
When I got home, the first thing I did was to go back to the couch to rest for a while, with my little face buried in the pillow, as lazy as a boneless one, like a lotus leaf crushed by a heavy rain in summer, unable to lift it up at all up.
The servant girl Ming Shao who was serving her took off her slush-stained cotton sateen shoes for her, looking at her lazy look, she was pitiful and puzzled.
"Look at the girl who is tired. You just asked a follower to see you off, so why bother yourself? The degree to which the girl has done it herself is a little too much for that person."
Jiang Rao thought about the boy's indifferent face, but shook her head slightly buried in the pillow.
Just did this little thing, how could it be called too much care
She still thought about going to find him again tomorrow.
He is as cold as ice now, but if she treats him well day by day, the ice will melt one day.
Jiang Rao became more and more sleepy, her eyelids gradually closed, and when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly opened her eyes, hugged the blanket and sat up with regret on her face.
She said that she always felt that there was nothing to do.
She forgot to return the boy's purse to him.
Her forgetfulness!
This time she lost all sleepiness, Jiang Rao slid down from the couch, put on a bitter face, put on her clothes again, took her purse and went out.
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Snowflakes fell from the sky again, the snow was not heavy, like a layer of light haze.
The rustling of snowflakes falling on the branches and the sound of children playing, mixed together, reached Jiang Rao's ears.
The farther west you go, the clearer the joyful laughter of the children becomes.
Listening to their conversation sounds like a snowball fight.
"The snowball in my hand is the biggest!"
"What's the big deal, I'm obviously the one who throws the most and most accurately!"
"Hmph, let's throw it again and see who can throw it correctly this time."
Jiang Rao couldn't help laughing when she heard these childish words.
But when she turned a corner and saw the direction in which the children playing in the snow were throwing snowballs, the smile froze on the corner of her lips.
The group of children's snowballs aimed at that boy.
His wheelchair was stuck in the snow, he was holding the wheels firmly with both hands, and he was turning the wheelchair forward with difficulty, but the threshold blocked his way, and the wheels of the wheelchair trembled, as if he was about to fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention.
His position didn't seem to change from the time she left until she came back.
The muscles of his arms were tense due to the force, and the sleeves were stretched into a vague line. There was snow on his shoulders, and even more on his back. There was a deep patch and a shallow patch, covered with broken snowballs. His back was tall and straight but looked lonely .
Jiang Rao hurriedly ran forward to support his wheelchair, and brushed off the snow on his shoulders. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, her moist almond eyes widened, and she shouted angrily to the group of children in the snow: "Where is that?" You guys bully people like this!"
Instead, those children laughed and didn't take it seriously, without any shame on their faces, they all coaxed: "That's a cripple! Worse than a cripple, cripple! cripple! Throw this trash back if you can!"
It was as if something exploded in Jiang Rao's mind.
She looked down at Rong Ting.
He was gloomy and silent, his eyes were like pools of water, and he did not respond.
It's like... like I'm used to it.
Jiang Rao felt sore for him for no reason, and was trembling with anger at the hateful behavior of these children.
It was difficult for her to vent her anger, so she quickly made several snowballs and threw them at the group of children, retaliating with fire.
Immediately, the stones beat the sparrows, and the group of children dispersed in a swarm, and disappeared behind the corner room.
But the snowballs Jiang Rao threw were not far away, and her strength was too weak to hit any of them.
Those children poked their heads out one after another, making all kinds of grimaces, "Liu Wei Wei, you are just like that cripple, you are also a waste, a waste!"
Jiang Rao was suffocated, her eyes flushed.
Rong Ting glanced at her.
It's even more ridiculous.
Since she already got what she wanted, why would she come back.
You have to help him hypocritically, pretending to be sincere.
Except for the jade talisman, what he has left is only one life.
His fists landed on his knees, tightly clenched, veins showing, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, with unadorned disgust in his eyes.
Jiang Rao met his gaze, but was startled.
His eyes were black and beautiful, but any emotion in them would make his eyes bright.
This also allowed her to clearly see the disgust and disgust in his sight.
She had only left for a while, and his attitude obviously changed.
Jiang Rao wanted to cry but had no tears, where did she offend him again
Looking at her fingers touching his shoulder, Jiang Rao suddenly seemed to understand something, and suddenly retracted her fingers.
She guessed that she had bumped into him and annoyed him.
After realizing this, when Jiang Rao moved him into the house, he wasted all his energy.
Afraid of hurting him, but also afraid to touch him.
During the whole process, Rong Ting endured the pain in his legs, secretly looked at the speculation without saying a word, trying to figure out what she wanted to do.
After entering the chaimen gate and stepping into the small courtyard, the place is colder and narrower than Jiang Rao imagined.
The whole yard was covered with snowflakes and no one cleaned it.
There was nothing in the courtyard, except for a few moldy firewood standing on the corner of the west wall. The door and window lattices are full of cobwebs. After opening the door, the four bare walls are bare. When the wind passes through, the empty room looks like a huge tomb.
The whole house was filled with a dark and damp atmosphere, not like a place where people lived.
The place where he, a young master, lived was worse than the place where her servants lived.
What kind of young master is this
The servant named Wang Zhou just disappeared. Jiang Rao looked left and right, pursed her lips, "Where's your servant? He clearly promised me to send you back to the house."
Rong Ting finally used up all his patience at this moment.
His fingers were clenched tightly, his veins were bulging, and he stared at her thin neck, which seemed to be broken with one hand, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty floating in his eyes.
"What are you here for?" He asked in a low voice.
Jiang Rao was still turning her head to look for Wang Zhou. Hearing his question, she slowly turned her head back. After thinking for a while, she knocked on her head in surprise, "Almost forgot again..."
She searched in her bosom annoyedly, and handed him the purse, "I saw that your purse was dirty, so I asked the maid to wash it, the cracked place was mended with needlework, and the jade pendant inside was still there, but I sent you back just now, but I forgot to give it to you, and now I will return it to you."
Rong Ting was taken aback for a moment.
The veins on the back of the hand gradually faded away.
The bloodthirsty eyes splashed out.
In the small hand opened in front of him lies his purse containing jade charms.
The palm of her hand was flushed red from the snow because she had just grabbed the snow ball.
And her expression was very frank and open, and there was nothing unusual about it.
It was he who misunderstood her.
Rong Ting loosened his clenched fist.
Thinking back to her actions that he thought were hypocritical just now, he felt a little complicated for a while.
It's just that the gaze he looked at her was still as cold as a blade, without emotion, emotion, let alone trust, full of indifferent scrutiny.
The corners of her nose and eyes were also a little red, and even her breathing was soft. The beautiful eyes seemed to have been washed with water, with timidity, very much like the timid and frightened expression of a small animal seeing a hunter.
Afraid of him? Rong Ting frowned inexplicably.
When Jiang Rao came, he typed all the drafts, and thought of all kinds of close words, but when he really saw him, he was as nervous as a rabbit who sent himself to the wolf's den, and couldn't say a word of what he thought.
Seeing his cold eyes, she immediately remembered the scene of being revenged and abused by him in her dream, and her knees began to tremble uncontrollably.
She doesn't want to stay here any longer.
Jiang Rao suppressed the fear of him in her heart, and said to him in a low voice: "The purse... I have returned it to you, then I will leave."
After speaking, he quickly fled to the door for his life, and quickly grabbed the doorknob with his hand.
At this time, I heard a thank you from behind.
Jiang Rao was taken aback for a moment, and stopped walking.
Then he reacted and turned around with bright eyes.
But he saw the boy with his back turned to her, his thin and lonely figure sinking in the dark shadow of the room.
Still the same ignorant and indifferent look.
She thought he said thank you, the relationship between the two is getting closer...
It's her being self-indulgent.
Jiang Rao lowered her head and turned to leave.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, his gaze was always on the purse in his hand, but his ears were listening to her footsteps.
She is very small, and her steps are very small and light, but she walks very fast. There is a creaking sound when she steps on the snow, and the sound of her footsteps gradually weakens.
Until, I can't hear it anymore.
Rong Ting looked down at the purse in his hand, slowly gathered his slender five fingers, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.
No one has ever sewed a purse for him.
This old purse has been dirty since the day he picked it up.
But now, it is brand new and clean like never before.
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At night, the north wind raged.
The dilapidated wooden windows couldn't resist the cold wind at all, and were creaked by the wind. The temperature inside the house was as damp and cold as outside, and a white wall was useless.
In the dark, Rong Ting's face was covered with cold sweat from the pain.
The servant next door was snoring loudly, and he curled up and wrapped himself in the quilt.
Accidentally rolled under the bed, trying to stand up with the help of the bed but didn't have the strength, so he had to resign himself to his fate and lie on the ground.
The ground was bitingly cold, and the quilt covering his body was thin, and the quilt was almost non-existent, without any protection from the cold, making it impossible to fall asleep at all.
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Staring at the long night with dark eyes, the chaos was completely black, as if he had returned to the cold night of his childhood.
At that time, he was often locked in the most remote room in the cold palace by his brothers.
I don't know how many concubines were hanged or died of illness there. They locked the door and didn't let him out.
The sound of the wind, like a ghost crying, whistled in through the hole in the window. Four or five-year-old children shrink their bodies under the table to resist the cold wind.
In the darkness, there was the sound of rats creaking and gnawing. He curled up under the table, staring at the door without blinking, looking forward to someone opening the door.
It was dark and cold all night long.
This kind of dying, lingering night, night after night, has no end, and it will come again after it is over, as if it wants to wipe out people's hope, it will never end.
royal palace.
Inside the Splendid Palace, there are stoves burning on all sides and in the center, and the furnishings are all luxurious and noble. Bouillon is hot on the table, and the wine and food are fragrant.
Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe and the 12-year-old 17th Prince sat around and ate supper, enjoying themselves happily.
Empress Jiahe saw that the atmosphere was very good at the moment, she smiled and said to Emperor Zhaowu: "Little Seventeen has practiced hard in archery recently, and has improved a lot, Your Majesty, would you like to see it?"
Emperor Zhaowu was very fond of archery, and immediately became a little interested when he heard this, and asked the eunuch to bring arrows and targets.
The queen thought that if her son could show his skills in archery, he would definitely be favored by the emperor, and she felt happy in her heart for a moment, she smiled and curled her lips.
The seventeenth prince was gearing up, rushed forward excitedly, and shot an arrow, but missed the target and hit the wall.
It was just an arrow, and Emperor Zhaowu didn't say anything, but the queen's expression immediately became embarrassing.
After that, the Seventeenth Prince shot an arrow in the air again, and the Queen's face became even more frosty.
Of the last ten arrows, only one came close to the bull's-eye.
Seeing that the queen was very anxious, she wished she could go forward and try for her son.
Tell him to practice hard, how did he become like this
The expectant smile on Emperor Zhaowu's face gradually disappeared, showing his dissatisfaction.
The queen smiled embarrassedly, and excused her son: "Little Seventeen has been busy with his studies recently, and he has worked hard, so he seems a little tired."
Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "Practicing arrows also depends on aptitude, and it can't be achieved through hard work. Xiao Qiqi may have other strengths, so don't be obsessed with them."
His fingers were pointing at the case displeasedly, then suddenly changed the topic, and asked, "How is Xiao Jiu doing recently? As far as I remember, he is very good at archery."
The queen was taken aback.
Emperor Zhaowu has many heirs, with a total of seventeen children under his knees. Excluding those who died young, there are still twelve living in the world.
Rong Ting was ranked ninth among the seventeen princes and daughters. His biological mother was just a court lady with a low status, but because of her outstanding beauty, she attracted the attention of Emperor Zhaowu. She was favored by the emperor and became pregnant. Died in childbirth.
Rong Ting lost his mother at birth, and has been raised with Empress Jiahe ever since.
The world said that Empress Jiahe was gentle and courteous, and could treat other people's children as if they were her own, but they didn't know that she was gentle on the surface but vicious on the inside.
Although she adopted Rong Ting, she just wanted to let Emperor Zhaowu and the world praise her for her generosity, but she never really treated him as her own child for a day, and even guarded against him everywhere.
Even if Rong Ting was raised with her, it was as if she had no mother, lacked food and clothing, was neglected, had no one to rely on in the palace, and was as humble as a weed.
Since he was a child, he has been physically weak, withdrawn and reticent, hiding behind the crowd, very inconspicuous. At the age of thirteen, when a foreign race came to pay tribute, it was beyond everyone's expectations. He won three contests with adult males from the foreign race in a row, and became a blockbuster.
When shooting and hunting, the young man draws his bow and hits every shot with great vigor.
Emperor Zhaowu, Longyan Dayue, praised him as "like I was when I was young!".
This made Jiahe empress extremely jealous.
Dazhao is not like the former dynasty who established his son as the prince. Dazhao's throne is passed on to the virtuous and not to the descendants. Emperor Zhaowu has never appointed a crown prince. If in the end, her own son, Xiao Shiqi, was compared to the son of a lowly court lady, how could she bear it
So during the autumn hunting last year, she sent someone to secretly shoot Rong Ting's legs. She also used the reason that the situation in the capital was chaotic and the countryside was quiet and suitable for recuperation. Injured, he sent Rong Ting to the countryside.
In the past year, Emperor Zhaowu has never asked a single question, but today's sudden question caught Jiahe Empress by surprise and broke out in a cold sweat.
But after all, she has been honing in the deep palace for many years, and she has already cultivated extraordinary concentration and character. She quickly suppressed the fear in her heart, calmed down, and replied: "Xiaojiu, my concubine will send you a job every month." People asked, and the people who came back this time said that Xiao Jiu's leg is recovering well, but it will take some time for it to recover."
Emperor Zhaowu suddenly became suspicious, "Xiao Jiu has been gone for a year, so long, why do we have to wait for a while?"
The queen pinched her palm and pretended to be calm, her eyes darkened, "During the autumn hunt, Xiao Jiu was seriously injured by the assassin, and the deepest part of the wound even saw her bones and muscles. Even the imperial doctor said it would not be so easy to recover. Days let him cultivate, and it is also good for his body."
When Emperor Zhaowu heard the words, a look of regret appeared on his face, and he warned: "Next time you send someone to send him monthly money, pick some more good herbs from the Tai Hospital and send them together. Although the countryside is quiet, it is suitable Resting in peace, but the quality of the medicinal materials is not as good as that in the palace."
The queen lowered her eyes, with an extremely docile and considerate appearance, "The emperor loves his son very much, and I will share my worries for the emperor. I will go and order the imperial hospital to send some herbs. Next time, I will ask someone to see Xiaojiu." When, take it with you."
Emperor Zhaowu nodded in satisfaction, and left Jinxiu Palace after eating some supper.
Jia and Empress watched him leave tenderly, until he turned the corner, his face changed suddenly.
She recalled that just now she asked her son to behave well in front of Emperor Zhaowu, but he ended up being disliked by his talent, and it also reminded Emperor Zhaowu of Rong Ting, with regret and hatred for a moment, his eyes were cold, as if he had been poisoned. ruthless.
She punished the seventeenth prince to face the wall for half an hour, then called the maid to come over, and ordered the maid to throw all the herbs she had just brought back from the imperial hospital into the gutter outside the palace, and feed those homeless wild dogs.
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The cold wind didn't stop all night until the dawn of light.
Rong Ting's legs were glued to the cold ground all night, and the constant pain made him restless for a moment and sleepless all night.
At dawn, he looked down at his two frail injured legs, his eyes were blue, and his eyes were as cold as water.
His leg injury intensified again.
I'm afraid it will be completely useless.