Jiang Qinshi was at the desk, grinding for Fourth Master Jiang.
While grinding, he said: "Master, it's better to send this letter to Concubine Yun Gui."
Concubine Yun is the younger sister of Jiang Qin's cousin's family, Qin Yun. Jiang Rao called her aunt.
Qin Yun entered the palace at the age of fifteen, and was quite liked by the emperor. He was a concubine in the first year, a concubine in the next year, and was promoted to the status of concubine in the fifth year after entering the palace.
Now in the palace, just after her tenth year, her beauty and grace remain unabated.
When Jiang Qinshi was in the boudoir, she took good care of this cousin. In the Qin family, the two of them have the best relationship, better than sisters.
Jiang Qinshi said: "Ayun has been in the palace for so many years, you draw the portrait of the child in the west of the city and send it to her to see if she and the Ninth Prince are really one person, it will be faster."
Fourth Master Jiang frowned and said: "It's good to let her take a look, but Concubine Yun always does things as she pleases, which makes people worry that she is not reliable enough in doing things."
Jiang Qinshi smiled, "She is a bit spoiled and casual, but if you mention it, this matter has something to do with the year, she must be interested."
Before Qin Yun entered the palace, he liked Qin Qingshan the most, like a little tail, always sticking to his cousin.
After Jiang Rao was born, all her attention was turned to this cute little milk dumpling with black and round eyes who didn't cry or make trouble.
Every time we see each other, I have to hug him fondly.
After ten years in the palace, she has no children under her knees, and she treats Jiang Rao more and more like a daughter.
On Jiang Rao's birthday every year, the congratulatory gift from Concubine Yun Gui must be the most precious and rarest of all the congratulatory gifts.
"As you said." Fourth Master Jiang agreed.
Jiang Qinshi grinded the mill, and did not forget to remind her, "In your letter, don't forget to tell her that when we return to Jinling, we will visit her in the palace, and we will definitely want to see her aunt every year."
According to what she said, Fourth Master Jiang hung his wrist to write, and suddenly asked his wife, "Are you not at home at this time every year?"
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Not at home every year.
Nian Nian is in the hut in the west of the city, with his head down, crazily repenting.
Confessing that he swears at others, he swears at others, but he can't hold back the swearing.
She still cursed in front of the person she scolded.
Sure enough, he was punished.
Jiang Rao hung her head, not knowing how to explain to Rong Ting.
It is wrong to say that the person in the dream is him.
But it's not right to say it's not him.
Completely unclear.
She was vague, "That's a person..."
Rong Ting's voice was slightly cold, "Who is it?"
Jiang Rao was quick to wit, "That's a man surnamed Wang, born on August 9th, so his name is Eight/Nine."
There are some ordinary families in Dazhao who have so many children that they don’t even care about naming them, so they are named after their birth date, such as the third day of the week, Li Chongjiu.
The more Jiang Rao spoke, the more confident she became, her face was not red and her heart was beating, it was just unconsciously, and she spoke a little fast.
It can still be seen that she is trying to hide something.
Rong Ting's fingers were slightly bent, and he tapped on the side in a subtle manner, with a faint voice, "Really?"
"Yes." Jiang Rao responded straightforwardly, but her gaze wandered away, not daring to meet his gaze.
Rong Ting frowned slightly, and smiled at her tenderly, a thought flashed in his heart that he wanted to kill them all.
He was thinking, why is it worthwhile for a person from an ordinary background to use his birth date to quietly read it three times when she is alone at night.
…
It's sunny and the sun is shining brightly.
Taking advantage of the bright sunshine, Jiang Rao dried the quilt in the courtyard.
It's a pity that she doesn't have enough strength, and she is holding a whole bed of heavy quilts. When she walks, her sight is blocked, and her steps are crooked, like a duckling.
Fortunately, the rope used to dry his clothes was low. Jiang Rao didn't walk very far before he touched the rope and put the quilt on it.
When Jiang Rao was at home, although she never did housework, she was not the kind of high-ranking young lady who was completely absent-minded. She had seen how the maids tidy up her house, and imitated her.
Rong Ting sat under the window, leaning against the window, watching her move the bench out and prop herself up under the quilt.
The rope is low so that the horns cannot rub the mud on the ground.
It's pretty smart.
The sun blew away the damp and cold air in the quilt, and one couldn't help but want to hug and smell the sunshine above. Jiang Rao stood under the quilt and sniffed the sun,
Hearing movement behind him, he turned around.
Seeing that Rong Ting was manipulating the wheelchair to get out of the house, she hurriedly ran over, circled behind him, pushed the wheelchair back, and pushed him out.
Rong Ting's face was extremely pale, besides his naturally cold complexion, he also had a cold aura.
It was as if he had never seen the sun before, sickly pale.
"I'll take you to bask in the sun." Jiang Rao said.
Rong Ting nodded, and Jiang Rao pushed his wheelchair to the sunny north wall in the courtyard, found a blanket, and covered his legs.
She moved a small bench by herself, sat next to him, and babbled, "You can come out more to bask in the sun, so that your body will be warmer and your mood will be better."
Jiang Rao didn't sleep much last night, and she was tired after running again today.
Her body was basking in the sun, and it was as warm as soaking in wine. She gradually closed her eyes, shaking her head, and suddenly knocked it down.
It was held in the palm of Rong Ting's hand.
Carefully supporting her forehead with the palm of his hand, he manipulated his wheelchair and moved it around.
Let her head rest on his lap.
He removed the blanket again and put the blanket over her body.
He frowned at the sunlight on her face as he draped the blanket over her.
His finger bones moved, and his slender hands raised, casting a shadow on her face.
The shadow falling from her back covered her small body.
He lowered his eyes, seemingly quiet and well-behaved, his eyes were full of tenderness, looking at the face of the little girl in his arms, his heart gradually became obsessed, his finger bones turned white and tensed.
He didn't want to hear other people's names from her mouth, and he didn't want to see her eyes cast on other people.
He lowered his fingers and touched her forehead.
Those men whose names she repeated over and over again, would be the best to be broken into pieces.
"Don't be as nice to others as you are to me, okay?"
Knowing that she couldn't hear it, she still said, "Just treat me alone, that's good."
…
The letter sent by Jiang's mansion arrived in Jinling in three days at high speed.
Soon, it was transferred to Concubine Yun Gui.
Shuxiang Palace, inside the palace, the stove was smoking, and it was as warm as summer.
Concubine Yun Gui was dressed in light tulle, with a slender waist, and her bare ankles were wrapped with dazzling water-colored gravel, she was leaning leisurely on the beauty couch.
In appearance, she was two to three points similar to Jiang Rao, except that Jiang Rao's eyes were round and bright, while Concubine Yun's eyes were slender and charming.
The bored concubine, doing nothing.
Hearing the maid said that a letter from the Jiang family had arrived, Concubine Yun Gui ran to the bed barefoot, "Is it a letter from my Niannian?"
The little maid said, "Go back to your mother, it's a letter from the fourth master of the Jiang family."
The anticipation on Concubine Yun's face disappeared, she held her mouth shut, and brought the letter over.
She muttered with displeasure: "Niannian is young and heartless, and she clearly promised me that all letters from her family must be written by her, little heartless."
The little maid knew that her mother regarded her little niece as both a sister and a daughter, even though she was cursing, her heart was in pain, and she didn't dare to agree to her mother's scolding.
Concubine Yun Gui unfolded the letter and glanced at the end of the letter paper.
Seeing the above said, Nian Nian will come back soon, and will come to see her in the palace, she immediately smiled, and said to the little maid next to her: "Call the cook in the small kitchen, study more sweet and sour dishes, Nian Nian I like it."
The little maid thought to herself that it was lucky she didn't scold her just now, she said "here" and went down.
Only now did Concubine Yun read the entire letter from beginning to end.
After reading it, with a slightly confused face, he took out the portrait in the letter.
She only glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Isn't this the Ninth Prince?"
Concubine Yun Gui called a maid over, "Liu Ying, take a look too, is this the Ninth Prince from Jinxiu Palace?"
Liu Ying nodded, "This is exactly the same as the Ninth Prince."
Concubine Yun's face turned cold.
She and the queen have always been at odds.
When it comes to people in Jinxiu Palace, whether it is the queen or the two sons raised by the queen, Concubine Yun is extremely disgusted.
As if caught in bad luck, she threw the portrait aside.
He said coldly: "Write a reply letter and tell my brother-in-law that this person is the Ninth Prince."
After finishing speaking, he turned around again, "By the way, write more, just say that Ben Gong is sick, and tell them to hurry up. Don't take your time, write a letter today to tell Ben Gong that they are coming, As a result, there was no one in sight for half a year."
She threw away the portrait, picked up the letter again, read it over and over several times, frowned, and called Liu Ying over again.
"The one in Jinxiu Palace said that she was afraid that the assassin who committed suicide would have lingering crimes, so she sent her son out of Beijing to rest. She is in Jinling, and she is starting to investigate this matter." Concubine Yun frowned and said, "It's been a year. The Ninth Prince hasn't come back yet. That one from Jinxiu Palace, what did you find out?"
Liuying said: "I haven't heard any news about this matter."
"When the accident happened, she still wanted to pour dirty water on me, trying to make people think that Bengong was harming his child." Concubine Yun played with the small teacup in her hand carefully, "She underestimated Bengong. .”
"I want to harm her dearest little Shiqi, who is the most important thing in this palace. What's the point of harming the one who is not her own."
Liuying has long been accustomed to her own mother's bold and reckless words.
Even though the empress is arrogant and indulgent, His Majesty's love for her will last forever, and no one in the palace can hurt her empress in the slightest, so she gradually got used to it.
But this time, what Concubine Yun said was really shocking, Liu Ying immediately said: "Your Majesty, you can't talk nonsense."
Concubine Yun Gui snorted arrogantly, "I just can't understand her dignified and virtuous appearance at all times, and she is so fake."
…
People in the palace have two opinions on the queen.
One faction thinks that she is really a lady from a famous family, gentle and virtuous.
The other faction, like Concubine Yun Gui, thinks the queen is fake and can't stand it.
Those who don't like the queen, also don't like the Ninth Prince Rong Ting who was raised by the queen, who was often talked about by her, and cried in front of Emperor Zhaowu about how hard it was for her to raise children.
That is a tool that can fight for the queen's favor.
The more she heard that the queen treated him like her own child, the more she looked down on him.
People who want to trip up the queen are even more tolerant, always secretly tripping up and bullying her.
Two years ago during the autumn hunt, I heard that Rong Ting was seriously injured.
All the concubines looked at the empress anxious and weeping. On the surface, they were all very anxious, but behind their backs, they were all happy and happy in their own way.
Little did they know that the empress, who shed tears to the point of breaking her heart because her adopted son was injured, was just like them behind her back.
Just as happy and comfortable.
No one really cared what happened to the injury on the leg of the injured young boy who fell off the horse.
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In the Qing Palace, Emperor Zhaowu was reviewing the memorials. By Shenshi, the night was already dark.
The eunuch Li Ren who was serving beside him stepped forward and said softly: "Your Majesty, you are fifteen today, and you want to stay with the Empress."
Emperor Zhaowu looked at the table full of unfinished memorials, frowned, and said wearily, "Go to the Jinxiu Palace and tell me that I am busy with political affairs, so I will stay in the Yongqing Palace tonight instead of going to the Queen's."
Li Ren agreed, and came back half an hour later with a food box, "The Empress made pear soup for you, and she has been waiting for the emperor to go. Hearing that the emperor said he can't come, ask the servant to bring this over."
Emperor Zhaowu said, "Submit it."
He took two sips, it was sweet and saliva, his frown was relaxed a lot, and he felt that the queen is caring.
After drinking the pear soup, he asked Li Ren, "I sent someone out to pick up Xiaojiu, why haven't I heard anything yet?"
Li Ren replied: "If it wasn't for speeding up, it would take at least ten days to go from Yecheng to Jinling, and it would take nearly a month to go back and forth. The emperor waited patiently, and the Ninth Prince will be back soon. "
Emperor Zhaowu bent slightly and smiled, "Do you still remember my orders?"
"Your servant remembers." Li Ren replied respectfully, "The emperor said that the empress should not let the empress know about this matter. This servant will follow your emperor's orders."
Emperor Zhaowu nodded in satisfaction, "When Xiao Jiu comes back, bring him to Zhen first, and Zhen will take him personally to see the queen."
He looked at the empty bowl of pear soup, "It's not easy for the empress to rule the harem, this may make her happier."
Li Ren responded, "Your Majesty has worked hard and hard. Your Majesty will be happier when the Ninth Prince returns."
…
Rong Ting's wind and cold will be completely healed within three days.
Not only did the wind and cold go away, but the injury on his leg was obviously much better.
Even if there is no one to support him and nothing to attach him to, he can already stand up alone for a while.
Rong Ting got up from the wheelchair, his legs, which had not walked for a long time, supported his body, and his steps were trembling.
Step by step, with heavy and slow steps, he walked to the door and raised his hand to push the door open.
For ordinary people, it is just an ordinary distance.
For Rong Ting, it was an experience he had never experienced again after a year.
He stood in the clear light of the day, his back was straight and straight, but his hands behind his back were trembling slightly.
His fingers trembled, and he stood there silently for nearly a stick of incense, before the stormy waves in his eyes finally stopped.
After returning to the house, he sat back in the wheelchair.
After sitting back in the wheelchair, those two legs rested on the pedals, still as weak and weak as before, but the look in the eyes of its owner has changed.
Like a trapped animal in a cage finally freed, those long-suppressed desires for revenge and bloodthirsty murder accumulated and precipitated in his pupils, and gradually became dark and thick that ordinary people could not understand.
…
Rong Ting went to the clinic and found the old doctor.
The old doctor took the pulse for him, and he was quite surprised, "You've recovered too quickly."
Rong Ting nodded.
The old doctor saw that he was in a calm mood, and felt that the young man was young, but he was old and vicissitudes, like an old man who had lived for decades.
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I sat in a wheelchair for a whole year as if my legs were crippled, and suddenly healed. Who wouldn't be ecstatic
He was different.
Rong Ting held a letter in his arms.
What was used was still the letter paper with the bloody handprints of the dead soldiers.
He knew that the imperial palace, especially the Jinxiu Palace, was bustling right now.
The queen was very suspicious and began to doubt a person, and she could no longer trust her.
Even if Nanny Ji was the old nanny she had brought with her when she never left the cabinet, as long as she became suspicious, she would never believe it again.
In the letters that the queen sent later, she was urging her "dead warriors" to find out who had colluded with Mother Ji.
She didn't know that he was the one who actually saw the letter.
If the queen finds out that it is him one day, I don't know what kind of expression she will show.
The young man's eyes were dark, but he hid the city in silence.
When a cat teases a mouse, it always plays for a while longer before the mouse dies.
After the old doctor finished his consultation, he wanted to leave.
Seeing that he was still in a wheelchair, the old doctor called out to Rong Ting, "It's okay for you to walk around now, you don't have to sit in a wheelchair."
Rong Ting shook his head lightly, "I'm afraid of pain."
Although it was a lie, his expression remained unchanged.
"Aren't you afraid of the pain from taking those medicines, are you afraid of the pain when you walk?"
Serious illnesses are difficult to treat. The medicine given by Ren Miracle Doctor is both medicine and poison. It is said that after taking it at night, the pain is caused by ants drilling into the cracks in the bones. It lasts for a long time, and even the time of each attack is different. I don't know how long this pain will last.
The old doctor laughed, "Forget it. You may not be used to walking now. In this case, sit in a wheelchair for a few more days. Young master, congratulations, it's really not easy to heal your leg injury. "
Rong Ting's expression was a little cold.
He didn't know what to say at the moment.
In front of almost everyone, he doesn't have a strong desire to talk to people.
The old doctor talked to him, although he listened, his heart remained unmoved.
Just like the last time when Jiang Jinxing yelled for sugar, he didn't know what to do and what expression to show.
The old doctor talked a little more, and said to Rong Ting: "Your leg is healed, you have to thank Miss Jiang. Thanks to her for finding medicine for you, I should also thank her. The prescription of Ren Miracle Doctor has inspired me a lot. .”
Like breaking the ice, a trace of warmth emerged from Rong Ting's icy face.
The gloomy gaze became much more vivid when I thought of the petite figure of the little girl in my heart.
He lowered his eyes, "It's all due to her."
Thinking about Jiang Rao's usual way of treating people, he said to the old doctor, "Thank you, old man."
The old doctor was very enthusiastic, "Then your leg injury is healed, but you must go and thank her."
"But just saying thank you will not win the girl's heart."
"Let me tell you, all girls like jewelry. Think about it carefully, does she like the kind of glittering gold, or the kind with beautiful gemstones? If you can give away the jewelry, she will probably accept you." mind."
Rong Ting tilted his head, thinking of the jewelry Jiang Rao usually wears, his eyes became soft unconsciously.
The old doctor didn't care whether he listened or not, he was smiling, as if he was remembering something, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes deepened a lot, and he said leisurely: "At the beginning, the old lady was born because of a white jade hairpin. , nodded and agreed to marry me. Since then, I have bought hairpins for her every year, and I have to think about what to buy this year."
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Rong Ting sent the letter.
Going back, when passing a jewelry store, stop and stop.
The shop owner saw that Rong Ting was dressed in ordinary clothes, but his demeanor couldn't hide his extravagance, so he unconsciously entertained him a little more enthusiastically, "What do you want to see, young master?"
"Look at the jewelry." Rong Ting said.
"Is it a gift, or..."
"Give it away."
"I don't know if it is for your elders, family members, or for Xinyi's little girl?"
"My favorite... little girl." Rong Ting turned his eyes away slightly.
The owner of the store understood it, and picked out a hairpin, "Look at this hairpin made of white jade pouring water lotus, the little girl wears it, it matches the eyebrows and eyes, it's very beautiful."
Rong Ting looked at it, frowned, and glanced over the other hairpins, and said, "It's also good-looking to wear other hairpins."
The shopkeeper smiled, "Naturally, the young master is already a celestial being, and the girl I want to like must also be as beautiful as a country."
The shopkeeper's words are mostly a polite way of attracting business. Unexpectedly, just after he finished saying the words "overwhelming country and overwhelming city", he heard his little guest give a soft "hmm".
Although the voice was weak, but from the look on his face, he agreed very much.
The shopkeeper smiled, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, how much he likes that little girl.
He continued to solicit business, "It's just that the one in my hand is made of the best jade material, and the girls like it very much. It can best show your heart."
Rong Ting was a little dissatisfied, "Is this hairpin selling well?"
"Of course it's very good. This is the best hairpin that the store sells."
"I don't want this."
"I want jade." He said.
…
Rong Ting worked all night, and on the second day, on the table, the piece of rough jade that he bought turned into a beautiful white feather hairpin.
What he wants to give her can only be a unique one in the world, and only she has it.
The remaining jade material was ground into a small piece of jade by him.
Before, he always repaired bench tables for himself, and it was his first time making jewelry.
He put down the small sharp knife that he had grasped all night, his eyes were bloodshot, he blinked, his eyelids were dry, holding the hairpin in his palm, he felt a little nervous.
His eyes were on the hairpin, and he glanced at it again and again.
He hesitated a little.
I don't know if she will like it.
Before the hairpin was given away, the jade ring was worn by him with a red thread on his waist, next to the old purse.
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Concubine Yun's letter came with her gift to her precious niece—ten boxes of spices.
Concubine Yun Gui has always loved beauty, and she has a deep research on rouge powder.
Jiang Rao is young now and doesn't know how to use these things.
With the ten boxes of precious spices that were said to be sent from the Western Regions, she went to find her parents.
Jiang Siye and Jiang Qinshi sat and stood at the desk.
"Father, mother."
Hearing Jiang Rao's voice, the two raised their eyes from the letter.
They all have ugly faces.
Fourth Master Jiang stood behind Jiang Qinshi, frowning tightly, with a solemn expression, "Niannian, come here."
"Daddy has something to tell you."