After not returning to Jinling for many years, Jiang Rao didn't recognize a few people when he came back again, except for the ones he frequented before.
She glanced behind her.
Neither Ming Shao nor the maid in her aunt's palace followed.
Behind him, the red palace wall, dozens of steps away from the corner, there is no one on the road.
No one could find out who the girl with tears in her eyes was. Jiang Rao didn't have such bad intentions. Without even knowing the character and family background of the other party, she rushed to catch up with the girl and handed over the handkerchief.
She cried like this, maybe she was torn up with someone.
Jiang Rao just wanted to watch the show, and didn't want to get involved in the game.
She just glanced back at Shen Xiuying's back, then looked away.
Not curious about who was the person at the corner who made Shen Xiuying cry, she wandered her eyes and looked for the white cat.
The cat stepped on the narrow palace wall, as if it was the little master of this land, with its round head raised and its thick tail raised, it walked forward with a twist of every step.
Greeting the cold gaze of the young man under the wall, as if frightened, his white hair exploded.
Turning her head, she threw herself into Jiang Rao's arms.
Rong Ting's eyes stopped on the cat for a moment, his eyes were slightly cold.
Huai Qing stared at the white cat that jumped behind the wall, "What a cute white cat."
Rong Ting said coldly: "It's nothing cute."
Bored eyes.
"Continue to tell what you found out," he said.
Huaiqing said "oh", thought for a while, recalled what he had just been interrupted, and then said: "The Ninth Prince is looking for, it is Ning'anbo Mansion, the family of Sifang."
"Jiang Siye has a daughter who will be born in two years. It's Jiang Rao."
"When I went to inquire in the morning, I heard people say that they just came back from Yecheng today."
Rong Ting's eyes were full of exhaustion, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I see."
He manipulated the wheelchair and turned around.
Huai Qing asked in a low voice: "Didn't the master want to find someone at the palace banquet?"
"No need."
He was too impatient.
I thought that she might go back to Jinling, or go to the palace banquet. I thought of the palace banquet and took a look.
But he also knew in his heart that even if she really wanted to go back to Jinling, counting the time, he would definitely be ahead of her as he raced around day and night.
He is already in Jinling now, she may not be there yet.
Even if she came back, her family hadn't been in Jinling for many years, so she probably wouldn't be able to receive the invitation to the palace banquet. Today's palace banquet should be without her.
He just... just wanted to see her so much in his heart.
Those occasions where there is only one out of ten thousand chance of her, knowing that she will not be there, but still can't help but take a look.
Turning around, the back figure in the wheelchair is lonely.
But his eyes are as sharp as a little wolf at night, when he hunts for food, he is desperate and resolute.
Since she is in Jinling.
Sooner or later, it will come to him.
…
The chubby white cat threw itself into Jiang Rao's arms, but without finding a good position, it landed on Jiang Rao's face.
Jiang Rao was a little caught off guard, and took half a step back, his ears buzzing from being bumped.
At this moment, the rather weighty little chubby cat slid into her arms, and meowed as if admitting his mistake.
It took Jiang Rao a while to recover from the buzzing tinnitus.
At the corner, there seemed to be someone talking, but she didn't hear anything when the cat pounced on her.
Right now, my forehead still hurts a bit.
There was another meow in my arms.
Jiang Rao didn't intend to argue with this little animal at first, but when he heard it meow twice, he was even more helpless. He pinched its nose and softly taught, "Don't run around next time, Pomegranate."
She held the cat in her arms, tightly wrapping her fingers around its fluffy tail so that it would not escape again.
The heavy fat cat was nestled in his arms, Jiang Rao took it, and walked back to Concubine Yun's palace.
After turning the corner, the figure who was heading in two opposite directions with Jiang Rao and drifting away suddenly froze.
Seeing that Rong Ting stopped suddenly, Huai Qing stopped her pace, "Master, do you want to go back to the palace banquet to have a look again?"
Huai Qing didn't know Rong Ting's real intention of going to the palace banquet.
Rong Ting hides his thoughts deeply, so he won't tell him.
He thought that Rong Ting wanted to go to the palace banquet because he wanted to join in the fun.
After all, he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, and it is normal to want to join in the fun.
It's just that the master he followed was a little pitiful.
Because his legs were injured and he needed to rest, the empress directly issued an order not to allow him to attend the banquet.
Rong Ting did not hear Huai Qing's question at all.
His body trembled slightly, "Huaiqing, did you hear someone talking?"
He even manipulated the wheelchair, turned around quickly, and walked towards the corner.
Huai Qing is no different than Rong Ting who practiced martial arts when he was young.
He has both eyes and ears, just like ordinary people, the chaos has not yet opened, he didn't hear anything, he shook his head and said: "I didn't hear anything."
The wheels of the wheelchair ran over the bluestone road, and Rong Ting had already reached the corner.
The road after the corner was deserted.
Only the lonely wind blows the willows on the palace wall.
Rong Ting's brows were tightly furrowed, the deep obsession made his temples sore and painful.
Did he hear wrong
The eye sockets were actually a little astringent.
…
Shen Xiuying ran out for a long way.
Pressing his chest with his hands, he was panting violently, and the shock just came to an end.
In the eyes of the common people, the future emperor will be the god of war who can sit in the barracks, command soldiers, and win every battle even though his legs are disabled.
He is also a moody, thunderous, cold-blooded tyrant.
But she had seen how special he was to the little maid beside him, and heard some rumors.
After falling into the water and being reborn, she counted the time.
The servant girl was someone he met after he ascended the throne.
This time, she will meet the Ninth Prince earlier than she does, and let that specialness fall on her head.
Shen Xiuying clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were full of reconciliation.
The position of the mother in the world is too tempting.
If the problem is not with the time, it is with the person.
That being the case—
She will not call that pariah who is a servant girl to appear next to Rong Ting again.
Shen Xiuying recalled the face of the little girl in her memory who always timidly followed behind the new emperor.
Doubts flashed through his mind.
Why, after she was reborn, she felt as if she had seen this face before
But when will she pay attention to the appearance of those inferior maids.
Strange, where did she see this face
…
From Concubine Yun Gui, Jiang Qin knew that Rong Ting had returned to Jinling.
He also knew that the Jin Yiwei who brought Rong Ting back hurriedly rushed around day and night, and arrived in Jinling two days earlier than them.
I can't laugh or cry.
Along the way, the husband was worried and rushed on non-stop, worrying about how to tell his daughter that they would not return to Yecheng after returning to Jinling.
Unexpectedly, the person her husband tried desperately to avoid was already waiting in Jinling.
She really can't laugh or cry.
Originally, Jiang Qinshi was more open about the matter of marrying her daughter than Fourth Master Jiang, but now, it happened by coincidence, she felt even more, let's let it go.
Regardless of whether it's the Ninth Prince or not, she really has nothing to dissatisfy with that face there.
"Stop talking about the Ninth Prince's return." Jiang Qinshi said.
Otherwise, if her husband finds out, I'm afraid she will get angry and ill.
Concubine Yun Gui agreed, and asked: "The little boy is the Ninth Prince's business, don't you know every year?"
Jiang Qinshi said: "The fourth master doesn't want to tell Niannian that the child is the Ninth Prince. But I see, Niannian seems to have guessed something."
She said: "These two children almost made a marriage contract when they were young."
"I hadn't entered the palace at that time, but fortunately the engagement was not finalized." Concubine Yun Gui snorted, "Otherwise, the Queen's son is my niece's fiancé, and I would have vomited to death."
"The queen always shows off in front of others how hard she has raised this child, which makes people feel annoying."
Jiang Qinshi recalled the long talks she had with her husband in recent nights.
Said: "Perhaps the empress did not treat the child so well as she looked."
"It's just not that good." Jiang Rao, who was holding the cat, came back, and stuffed the cat back into Concubine Yun's arms, "Auntie, just take care of the pomegranate, it always wants to go west."
"This little cat!" Concubine Yun Gui scolded, and hugged the pomegranate into her arms, "I don't seem to be a pet of this Palace, but I want to catch mice in those uninhabited palaces in the West Palace every day."
Concubine Yun grabbed the pomegranate, turned to look at Jiang Rao, "What did you just say, it's not that good?"
Jiang Rao went back to the table and sat down, asked Gong'e for a handkerchief to wipe her face, and said, "The empress doesn't treat the Ninth Prince so well."
Jiang Qinshi thought to herself: As expected, my daughter has already guessed that it is the Ninth Prince.
"Not that good?" Concubine Yun Gui sneered, "But looking at her sincere and loving mother, I think she treats the Ninth Prince, although she is not as good as her own son, she is still a qualified mother."
"It's really rare to see such a woman." Yun Guifei said annoyedly, "Even if I don't have children, I would never raise other people's children, let alone treat other people's children as my own."
"The Ninth Prince has a broken leg, so maybe he has something to do with the Queen." Jiang Rao knew that the partition walls in the palace have ears, so she whispered into Concubine Yun Gui's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"I'm 90 percent sure," she added.
Concubine Yun's face was startled at first, and then her eyes lit up, "If we can find the evidence, wouldn't we be able to make this woman miserable for a while?"
Jiang Rao, who wanted a helper to deal with the queen, nodded immediately.
…
Jiang Rao, it is easy to go to the palace of the noble concubine of the cloud, but it is difficult to wash the palace of the noble concubine of the cloud.
Concubine Yun Gui insisted on keeping her in the palace for a few days.
Jiang Qinshi thought about the Jiang family's mess and those annoying relatives, and felt that letting her daughter stay in Shuxiang Palace would make her feel much cleaner.
Jiang Rao stayed here.
When she was about to fall asleep at night, she hugged the pillow, feeling a little uncomfortable.
In the past two days, this unpleasant feeling was a little lighter. In the past few days, as the time away from Yecheng became longer and longer, this unpleasant feeling became more and more rampant.
Worried about Rong Ting's leg injury.
For a while, she wanted to dream, dreaming about how he was doing; and was afraid of dreaming, dreaming that he was not doing well, and she couldn't go back immediately, so she could only worry.
Unable to fall asleep, she got up and saw the pomegranate rolling under the moonlight in the yard, and reached out to grab it into her arms.
Her aunt's white cat likes to stick to her the most these days.
It would be great if Rong Ting was like pomegranate, so within reach.
Jiang Rao pinched Pomegranate's two little fat legs for a while, and after she fell asleep, Pomegranate's two little fat legs and big tail would always shake in her dreams.
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In the dream, she chased the pomegranate and ran to a yard.
After hugging Shiliu, she looked up and saw Rong Ting.
He was drunk, his clothes were unbuttoned, and he collapsed in the courtyard, looking lost and decadent.
She hadn't had time to figure out why Rong Ting was in the palace in her dream, and why she was so drunk that she was woken up by a rustling sound.
Pomegranate's paws grasped the Hanfu powder coat she was wearing next to her body, she opened her round and big cat's eyes, and rushed out of the window with a meow.
It's not yet dawn, I don't know what time it is.
Looking at Xiaoyi who disappeared beside the couch and the white shadow rushing out, Jiang Rao woke up instantly.
Girls' little clothes should never be thrown away.
If it is picked up by someone with a heart, it will inevitably ruin its reputation.
She hurriedly got dressed and went to bed, chasing the pomegranate, thinking about the scene overlapping with her dream, but she couldn't believe it.
Could this dream be real
Ke Rongting is obviously not in Jinling, but in Yecheng.
…
Rong Ting knew about Jiang Rao's stay in Shuxiang Palace.
Knowing that she is the concubine daughter of Fourth Lord Jiang of Ning Anbo's Mansion, he quickly found out all the aristocratic families with good and bad relations with her family, and knew that she had an aunt who was a noble concubine in the palace.
He waited for her for two days, but she didn't come to him.
It was as if she had really abandoned him.
Rong Ting's eyes were red, and the dark thoughts in his heart were clamoring uncomfortably.
…
In Ye City, when he didn't know where Jiang Rao had gone, Rong Ting asked all the places he could.
When I asked the old doctor in the hospital, the old doctor didn't know anything.
Rong Ting's eyes were scarlet in front of the old doctor, and his voice was hoarse, "She left me behind."
Seeing his pitiful look, the old doctor advised, "Maybe... she didn't mean it."
"My wife left me behind too." The old doctor, who always smiled unprincipledly, had no smile on his face, "Obviously she promised to accompany me to grow old, but she didn't. But this old man knows , it's not that she wants to do this, no complaints, no wonder."
"Young master, that little girl may also have her reasons."
…
Rong Ting's throat was congested.
He wanted to ask her face to face, but he was afraid that he would really ask an answer that he didn't want to hear, and he could no longer control the dark thoughts in his heart.
Lock it up and hide it.
Make her hurt, make her uncomfortable.
I don't want to make her suffer too much.
Drink away the two eunuchs Si Ying and Huai Qing. His first drink.
I drank my sorrows with wine, and got completely drunk.
…
Jiang Rao chased the pomegranate, and the more she chased, the more annoyed she became.
Her little clothes were dropped by it halfway, and the sharp claws tore the little clothes to pieces. Jiang Rao picked them up bit by bit. Seeing that there were still a few pieces of pomegranate under her claws, she was annoyed and imitated. Her aunt's tone was calling Shiliu a bad cat.
Finally caught the pomegranate, but felt that the scene was exactly the same as in the dream, raised his head, and his heart beat like a pounding.
Rong Ting was right in front of her eyes.
In this spacious and cold yard with tall trees, he opened his arms and his clothes were completely wet.
Holding the cat in her arms, Jiang Rao froze.
She was chasing cats and was covered in sweat. Amidst the dense heartbeat, I suddenly remembered the rumors that some palaces in the west of the imperial city were haunted by my aunt who had told her in the daytime.
Bowing his head, the moonlight shrouded the young man's face reddened by the smell of alcohol. His figure was between a young man and a young man, and his thin and tough chest was slightly wet.
Really, like a ghost.
Jiang Rao couldn't help touching his forehead.
The forehead is hot.
It's human.
She breathed a sigh of relief and let go of her hand, but when her hand was withdrawn, a sudden force grabbed her wrist tightly.
The drunken man opened his drunken eyes.
He laughed lowly, "I dreamed of you again."
Before Jiang Rao could react, his wrist was pulled forward by the scorching force.
The slender fingers clasped the back of the little girl's head in his arms, and Rong Ting pressed his forehead against hers.
Even in a dream...
"It's good to see you."
His fingers suddenly tightened slightly.
There was warmth on Jiang Rao's lips.
But the back of his head was held hard by him, but there was no room for him to escape.