The atmosphere in the room was a little gloomy.
Like the weather before the storm.
Jiang Rao's expression became slightly uneasy, holding the few boxes of spices, she walked up to Fourth Master Jiang anxiously, and asked, "Daddy, what happened?"
But Jiang Qinshi stood up at this moment, grabbed Jiang Siye's sleeve, "Master, you come out first, and discuss it with my concubine."
Fourth Master Jiang's hands were clenched into fists, and his brows were tightly knit.
After Jiang Qinshi called him again, he picked up the letter on the table and went outside the house.
Jiang Qinshi also went out, turned her head and said to Jiang Rao: "Wait in the study every year, I will discuss it with your father and come back."
Jiang Rao sat at Fourth Master Jiang's desk and waited.
…
After going out, Jiang Qinshi saw that Jiang Siye was worried, and the expression on her face was not good.
The hand holding her husband's arm trembled faintly.
No matter what, she never thought that the child in the west of the city was the Ninth Prince who almost betrothed his daughter.
"Master, please take your time, don't tell Niannian about this hastily."
Jiang Siye's face sank like water, and he blamed himself: "Blame me, I only care about being angry, and I have never seen what the child in the west of the city looks like."
"Who would have guessed that he is the Ninth Prince. I have seen him long ago, but I didn't recognize him."
Jiang Qinshi frowned slightly, "It was written in Ayun's letter, and there are very few people who know that the Ninth Prince went out of the palace to recover from his injuries. You can't blame the master for this matter. If you want to blame, you can only blame the coincidence of fate."
Jiang Siye said: "The Ninth Prince was seriously injured and was alone here. It just so happened that our daughter met him. Think about it carefully, why the Ninth Prince was seriously injured, and why is he in such a remote mountain city with no servants or caretakers?" People, it is clear that someone wants him to die. To save him every year is to fight against that person."
"I know it's cruel to say that, but I'm Niannian's father. I'd rather kill the Ninth Prince than my daughter make enemies because of him."
Although Jiang Qinshi wanted a young boy from the west of the city to be her son-in-law, but knowing that he was the Ninth Prince, she would not dare to let the emperor's child be her son-in-law even if she had a few more guts, so she let go of this obsession. After listening to Jiang Siye's words,
Worryingly asked: "What if Niannian really likes him?"
"He can't protect my daughter at all." Fourth Master Jiang said coldly, "I won't agree, let alone—"
The old father still has the persistence of the old father.
He snorted, and said: "I think Niannian just pities him for his serious leg injury, and being nice to him is no different from being nice to a wounded kitten or dog, and he doesn't really like him."
Jiang Qinshi asked: "Then the master wants to tell Niannian directly that the child is the Ninth Prince, and then tell Niannian to cut off communication with him?"
Fourth Master Jiang didn't say it directly, but he obviously thought so, and he was quite confident, "Niannian will definitely listen to me. If I tell her, she will definitely listen to me without saying why."
Jiang Qinshi shook her head worryingly, "This won't work, even if it's a kitten or a puppy, they will have feelings after raising them for a long time. If the master is so straightforward, he might resent him every year."
Fourth Master Jiang frowned in thought.
…
After returning to the house.
"Niannian." Fourth Master Jiang's voice was inexplicably solemn, "If daddy told you never to see that kid in Chengxi again, would you listen to daddy?"
In order to increase his bargaining chips, he also said, "Daddy, please."
I thought to myself, this is the first time he begged in front of his daughter, and she would definitely agree to him.
But who would have thought that after the daughter glanced at him in surprise, she asked earnestly, "Daddy, why?"
Jiang Qinshi glanced at Fourth Master Jiang, as if to say, look, what you said is wrong.
Fourth Master Jiang was a little embarrassed, coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, "Do you know who that child is?"
Jiang Rao shook her head to express that she didn't know, but her ears were already pricked up, "Does Daddy know?"
When she was listening to someone talking, her clean and clear eyes always followed the speaker firmly. Jiang Siye looked at this Bao'er who was held in his palm, and his heart was a little sour. He really didn't want to let the slightest pain She ate, just wanted to scold God for always tripping up his daughter.
He coughed and cleared his throat, but his voice was still extremely heavy, "The letter from your aunt said that the child in the west of the city, surnamed Tianzi, is a child of the Tian family."
He didn't want to name Rong Ting as the Ninth Prince at this time, because he was afraid that after the roll call, his daughter's girlish thoughts would be aroused, which would add to the ambiguity instead.
But after he pointed out that Rong Ting was the prince, Jiang Rao was taken aback for a moment, and almost at the same time, he guessed that Rong Ting was the ninth prince.
The surname Tianzi is the child of the Tian family. In her dream, let her call him Ninth Master...
He is the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince who almost made a baby kiss with her.
Jiang Rao lowered her head.
She didn't have much impression of the Ninth Prince, the only impression was that her parents had mentioned to her that the Ninth Prince almost made a baby kiss with her.
At that time, she was glad that the baby girl didn't succeed in the end, otherwise she was doomed to marry a man she didn't understand at all.
At the same time, she was a little curious about the Ninth Prince who almost made a baby kiss with her.
Curious about the situation in the palace of the weak and pitiful prince who didn't even have the slightest ability to protect himself in his father's mouth.
Thinking of this, his back suddenly went numb.
She once dreamed that Rong Ting's mistress wanted to harm him.
If Rong Ting is the Ninth Prince, then his mistress is—
"Every year?"
Seeing her lowering her head and being distracted, Fourth Master Jiang understood very much. He came over and patted her head. It was indeed his daughter. "Daddy also had the same expression when he heard about this."
I immediately thought of what kind of disaster this would bring.
"Niannian can listen to daddy now, don't deal with this kid anymore?"
Jiang Rao raised her eyes in a daze, she was chilling because of the things she was thinking, she didn't carefully pick up Fourth Master Jiang's words in her heart, and asked back, "What do you mean, Dad?"
Fourth Master Jiang: "..."
It turned out that his daughter didn't want to go with him.
"His injury and his current situation clearly indicate that someone wants to harm him. If you help him every year, you will make yourself an enemy. People who are good at things in Beijing will even say that we will form a party with him for personal gain and conspire with him for great things It's better to cut off communication."
make enemies-
Jiang Rao knows who is the person behind Rong Ting's back.
Just thinking of the appearance of Jia and Empress in front of people, I felt chills down my spine for a moment.
Empress Jiahe has a very good reputation among the people, and even children can sing songs praising her.
Jiang Rao has always disliked the Empress Empress because of her aunt.
I really didn't expect that the woman who was gentle, magnanimous and decent in the eyes of the common people would turn out to be a cruel poisonous woman behind her.
As for forming a party for personal gain—
Jiang Rao raised her eyes and looked at Fourth Master Jiang, "Daddy, there's no need to cut off communication with him. Being in touch with him won't harm our family."
In her dream, it was clear that a new emperor had been changed, and new year names were used everywhere.
And when Rong Ting in the dream was in the house, everyone respectfully called him Jiu Ye, and no one bowed their heads when they saw him.
Even though he had lied to her a lot back then, she knew very little about him.
However, it is still beyond doubt that Master Jiu is powerful.
At least it won't be a bad thing to be in the party with him.
It may even change the fate of the entire Jiang family's men being sent to the frontier and women being enslaved after the new emperor succeeds to the throne.
Jiang Rao's eyes brightened for a moment.
Master Jiu has golden thighs, she wants to hug him.
But Jiang Xingzhou couldn't hear her voice.
He listened to his daughter's words, but frowned.
All Jiang Xingzhou could see was Rong Ting curled up in a dilapidated wooden house, struggling to survive.
In his eyes, Rong Ting is not even comparable to a free fish in the river.
The Ninth Prince had already been pinned to the chopping block. Whether he died or lived, it all depended on the person holding the knife, when he was in the mood to drop the knife.
Xianyun Yehe is used to it, he doesn't want to get involved in the struggle of the princes for the throne, he just wants to stay out of it, to protect himself and his family.
If it's unavoidable, at least line up with someone who looks like he's going to win.
"Niannian is still young, so I might not understand it. For a helpless person like him, if the princes really fight for the throne, he will have no power to protect himself." Fourth Master Jiang said, "No more When you get older and think it through, you will naturally know why daddy wants you to distance yourself from him, today, you should listen to daddy first."
Jiang Rao knew that it was not easy to change her father's opinion, so she didn't mention it anymore, but she was a little sleepy and didn't agree.
She didn't know that besides telling her dream frankly, there was another way to let her father know that Rong Ting in the future would no longer be the kind of bully she is now.
Fourth Master Jiang saw the gloomy look on her face, as if he didn't want to agree.
Sighing slightly, he said to Jiang Qinshi, "You hit the mark."
Jiang Qinshi took Jiang Siye's hand lightly and firmly, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Master, in this case, let's follow the set of words that I discussed with my concubine just now."
Fourth Master Jiang nodded.
He got up and came to Jiang Rao with a serious face, "Niannian, there is one more thing."
Jiang Rao looked up.
Jiang Siye said: "Concubine Yun Gui is ill."
Jiang Rao's face immediately changed, "What's wrong with my aunt?"
"I ate poisonous pastry by mistake." Fourth Master Jiang folded the letter from Concubine Yun Gui in half, and handed it to Jiang Rao to let her read, "She is very ill and her life is in danger, and she wants to see her." you."
…
Jiang Rao looked at the last few lines of the letter.
It was her aunt Qin Yun's handwriting. In her letter, she said that she was dying of illness, and when she fell asleep at night, she could hear the Qin family's grandma, who had passed away for a hundred years, calling her baby name and wanting to take her away.
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He also said that if she was late going back every year, remember to buy a coffin board from the coffin shop in Jinling City and bring it to her.
The most expensive and the best looking.
Jiang Rao looked at it, her heart trembled.
"Shall we go back and see my aunt?" she asked anxiously.
Fourth Master Jiang and Jiang Qin Shi looked at each other, exchanged glances tacitly, and then nodded.
"I'm going back."
They knew in their hearts that Qin Yun was just messing around, pretending to be sick to trick them back.
But using this method to take her daughter away can indeed dispel her resistance and worries.
"But." Jiang Rao was still thinking about Rong Ting's leg injury, "Can we go back to Yecheng again?"
Fourth Master Jiang thought, no way.
But there was a strong sense of helplessness in my heart.
Nodding, "Of course I'll be back."
"I'll be back in a few days."
"I have to find someone to tell..."
Fourth Master Jiang frowned and interrupted her, "We're leaving tonight, you go and pack your things."
He coaxed her helplessly, "Daddy will arrange someone to tell that prince about our temporary departure."
…
The Jiang family left the city overnight.
The mansion is still there, fearing that Jiang Rao might become suspicious, the things in the mansion were not cleared away, and a few servants were left here to take care of it.
Day and night.
In front of the Jiang Mansion, a figure in a wheelchair appeared.
Rong Ting's fingers were clasped on the arm rest of the wheelchair, a pair of dark eyes were staring at Jiang Fu, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
The mansion where there were many servants in the past is very deserted now, the main door is open, and only two or three people can be seen walking around inside the door.
Rong Ting glanced at the sky.
Two hours after dawn, the number of pedestrians on the street has increased.
If it was normal, the servants in Jiang's mansion were already busy, so it shouldn't be this deserted look like no one lives there.
A wordless anxiety surged up, Rong Ting tightly clutched the hairpin that he wanted to give to Jiang Rao, controlled the wheelchair, walked up to the gatekeeper, and said, "I'm looking for your lady."
The gatekeeper raised his head, glanced at him, and thought about what the master told him to say to a disabled boy in a wheelchair last night, and said accordingly: "My girl, let's go."
gone…
There was a moment of panic in Rong Ting's eyes, and then his voice tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Where did you go?"
"I don't know where I went, but I'm not coming back anyway."
The gatekeeper replied according to what the master told him.
Rong Ting's eyes darken.
He firmly held the white jade hairpin in his hand, the instant force between his fingers almost crushed the fragile jade body!
"Impossible." He said hoarsely.
She had just promised him that she would not leave.
Just leave without saying goodbye, no.
Certainly not.
With disbelief in his eyes, he stubbornly waited outside Jiang's residence.
From the early morning mist to the bright sun.
And then to the sunset.
The setting sun shone on this little boy in a wheelchair, and printed a thin and lonely figure on the ground.
The thin golden sunset light hit his lonely and gloomy face, and the thick long eyelashes cast shadows on the eye sockets, making him look more and more lonely and pitiful.
The gatekeeper couldn't stand it anymore, walked to Rong Ting's side, and persuaded: "Young master, please go back, the girl is indeed gone, and she won't come back."
He was afraid that this little boy would stay here forever, waiting like a stone wither until late at night, until he died, so he said in a heavy tone: "No matter how long you wait, you won't be able to wait."
The stone-like figure finally trembled, and raised its eyes, with a sad and fragile expression on its beautiful face.
It seemed that something important was broken in his eyes.
…
The gatekeeper said not to call Rong Ting.
Rong Ting still came every day.
His wheelchair would always stop under the weeping willow tree in front of Jiang's mansion, which was getting greener day by day, with his head down, not making noise, waiting quietly, playing with the hairpin he had made.
The more you don't make trouble, the emotions in your heart have turned upside down.
He looked at the hairpin and always thought, if this hairpin was tied up with her hair and worn on her head, it would definitely look good.
At that time, if you look from behind her, you can see that all her long black hair is tied up by the hairpin, exposing her neck.
White and slender, with beautiful lines, just like a swan's neck.
Rong Ting stroked the hairpin.
It was like stroking the skin on her neck.
The same smooth and delicate, the same slender and beautiful.
One fold and it breaks.
He suddenly grasped the hairpin tightly in the palm of his hand, his scarlet eyes were filled with darkness.
I knew it earlier.
It's time to lock up, lock up, hide away.
Hiding somewhere only he knows.
Then, there is no escape.
…
The group of children in the west of the city, who had a deep grudge with Rong Ting, heard that Jiang's family had left, and gathered like hozens one by one to watch a good show.
A lump of mud was thrown at Rong Ting.
When the Jiang family was here, they knew that the eldest lady of that family was protecting Rong Ting, so they didn't dare to do anything wrong.
Now, when they heard that the Jiang family had left, they finally took advantage of it.
The words that have been flattened for several months have been poured out—
"Deadly and disabled, backed by the mountain!"
"Look, he's like a dog. If you feed him once or twice, he'll be cooked, and he's still waiting here. Unexpectedly, people don't want this dog!"
"Poor dog! Poor dog!"
They echoed each other and laughed loudly.
Noisy laughter came into my ears, and the emotions that Rong Ting had suppressed for several days finally came to an end.
He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were cold.
In the gloomy narrow and long eyes, there is a killing intent that cannot be concealed.
The hidden weapon that sealed the throat and killed him was quietly transported to the fingertips.
At this moment, a man came riding a tall horse with a whip.
Hearing the sound of horseshoes, those children turned their heads to look, "Where is this high-ranking official, he is so handsome!"
"Why is he walking this way? Is he looking for someone?"
"How is it possible? Is there anyone here who can let such a high-ranking official come to find him in person?"
When the official in brocade clothes approached, the expressions on the children's faces became subdued one by one.
Like a quiet family dog.
In front of Rong Ting, the official in brocade clothes tightened the reins, stopped the horse, turned over and fell to the ground.
With extremely cold eyes, he glanced at those dirty children with disgust, swung his whip, and flung it in front of them, splashing their noses with ashes, and almost landed on them.
The brocade official lowered his knees and knelt in front of Rong Ting.
He clasped his fists in salute, and said loudly, "Minister, see Your Highness Ninth Prince."
…
In Splendid Palace, the Empress is practicing arrows with Xiao Shiqi.
Xiao Shiqi is not good at archery, only occasionally a few arrows approach the bull's-eye, but none of them can hit the red dot.
The queen was upset when she saw it, and the new maid Yuying asked her, "Your Majesty, I know that there is a kind of archery target, which is larger than those used in the palace, and it is easier to hit the target. The seventeenth prince is young, why don't you let him use it first?" that?"
The queen shook her head, "At his age, Rong Ting probably already hit the mark."
Yuying rubbed her shoulders, said with a light smile: "But now that the Ninth Prince is not in the palace, no one can be more powerful than the Seventeenth Prince."
These words made the queen smile, "As long as he doesn't come back, my little Seventeen will always be the most powerful child, and he, I won't let him come back."
"Yuying, let's change to the archery target you mentioned. As long as I can fool the emperor and make the emperor think that my little Shiqi is powerful, I will think it is very good." She sneered and ordered.
Her little Seventeen is the eternal master.
As for the cripple, it would be good to die in Ye City.
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A baby asked, Jinjiang can draw a lottery, why use Weibo to draw a lottery
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Then, when the end is over, there will be a lucky draw on Weibo, and Jinjiang will also draw a lottery. The conditions are all fully booked, and you can participate at the same time.
Continue to give out red envelopes for the first 50 2-point reviews, and there will be ones for each chapter after that, so cute! ~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Mu Chen 2;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xiaoyeye; 5 bottles of Detective Corgi; 1 bottle of Hongmeng Huayu, barricat, Yuxi, and Lanling;
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