The white cat Pomegranate jumped out of her arms, her head was imprisoned, and her lips were touched lightly.
Something that has never been experienced before, or even imagined, just happened suddenly for no reason.
Jiang Rao looked like a bunny bound on all fours, and the tips of her white ears turned trembling pink from fright.
She reached out, trying to push him away.
The man opposite seemed to have sensed her intentions, and held down one of her hands before she could make a move.
The other hand clasped the back of her head even tighter, and the movement was a bit fierce.
With resentment, he bit her lower lip.
Without restraint, do whatever you want.
pain.
Jiang Rao suddenly woke up.
Unknowingly where the strength came from, she pulled out her hand, pushed him forward, and took a step back.
She raised her hand and wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand, with tears in her eyes.
No wonder it hurts so much.
Got bitten.
The drunkard who can only bite, raised his eyes blankly at this moment.
His facial features, which became more delicate and glamorous with age, were a little hazy in the cold night.
In the long and narrow phoenix eyes, there is still the ferocity of the little wolf cub just now, but also a little dazed.
Would she in the dream also push him away
His face sank, pale as frost.
But the color of her lips was redder and fresher than ever before, like a fairy.
Jiang Rao looked at his thin lips that were as moist as if they had secretly painted a woman's lip balm, and licked her own slightly sore lips, filled with resentment.
Drunk guy.
If it weren't for the warmth of his body and the fact that he was a real living person, she would really doubt whether this is a fairy who came to steal her energy.
She wiped her lips hard twice. The girl who has not been out of the court has been underestimated, and she has very good reasons to slap him.
Even, if her father finds out about this...
Next year she can burn paper money on his grave.
But she didn't slap him in the face in the end.
It's not that I don't want to care about it anymore, but because a mouse squeak suddenly sounded in the courtyard, disturbing people continuously and attracting Jiang Rao's attention.
After the evil cat Shiliu caught the chance and escaped from her arms, he rushed to the foot of the wall to catch the mouse.
The big white cat is a flexible and fat man, and he held down a mouse in a short while.
But at the same time, it was also suppressed by Jiang Rao.
Concubine Yun Gui told Jiang Rao that Pomegranate has a male cat and her only hobby is catching mice.
But if it ate mice one day, it would wilt like a dead cat in the remaining half a month, unable to get up.
Jiang Rao hugged the pomegranate aside, not allowing it to eat mice.
The little mouse escaped by luck and escaped quickly.
Shiliu got angry and jumped out of Jiang Rao's arms, her plump body slipped into the shadow at the foot of the wall, puffed up, and turned her back to Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao wanted to coax it. Biting her lip, the slight pain on her lower lip reminded her all of a sudden that this evil cat stole her little clothes and brought her here tonight.
the culprit.
Stop coaxing.
She turned her head to look at the drunk man sitting on the bluestone steps, and frowned delicately.
Regardless of why he suddenly appeared here, how dare a person who is sick and still taking medicine dare to drink
Jiang Rao didn't realize it, and in the blink of an eye, she was no longer angry at him for belittling her.
I also forgot to care about.
Just because of his drinking behavior, he was so angry.
He doesn't want his leg anymore, but she begged for the medicine, and she hasn't agreed yet.
She carried away Rong Ting's wine jar, and said fiercely, "You are not allowed to drink in the future."
The small courtyard is crumbling here and there, with four or five empty altars.
How much did he drink
Rong Ting opened his panic-stricken eyes, "Uncomfortable."
"You are not allowed to drink when you are uncomfortable."
"But you don't want me anymore."
Rong Ting sat there blankly, with a fragile and pitiful expression on his face.
Suddenly, he said, "Then I don't care about you anymore."
After finishing speaking, he turned his head away, facing the wall, sulking.
It was as if another soul of the white cat that was sulking at the foot of the wall lived in his body.
Puffy like his back.
Jiang Rao looked at the two figures, one big and one small, who also turned their backs to her, and couldn't help but be full of question marks.
These two guys...
One ruined her little clothes and made her feet hurt from chasing her, and the other bit her.
She is obviously the one who has been wronged the most, so why are these two wronged
Jiang Rao wanted to walk around in front of Rong Ting to see how drunk he was.
But you can't favor one over the other, you have to take care of pomegranates.
She wanted to pick up Pomegranate first, and then take care of him.
Rong Ting heard the rustling sound behind him, thought she was going to leave again, filled with sorrow, and got a headache from anger.
Just as Jiang Rao raised her foot, she saw that the person in front of her who was sullenly turning his back towards her suddenly turned his head back quickly.
The corner of her sleeve was gently pulled, and when she looked down, the slender fingers like jade were hooking and hooking on the corner of her sleeve.
The thin joints are tense, the lines are sharp, and they are trembling slightly.
There was no expression on the boy's face, just the same look of being wronged.
But in a fierce tone, he said fierce words, "You are not allowed to go."
"I ignored you again." He said.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice trembled slightly, and his trembling fingers revealed his emotions.
Don't lose face, beg her, "Don't go."
…
Jiang Rao felt that his backbone might be fed to the dog.
As soon as he acted like a baby with that beautiful face, she lost all anger.
Shameful, shameful, truly shameful.
But who can resist a beautiful teenager who can act like a baby...
Jiang Rao couldn't resist.
Feed the dog if you have the backbone.
Following the strength of Rong Ting's grip on her sleeve, he looked down at Rong Ting, "When did I ignore you?"
The sulking white cat squatting at the foot of the wall, with a cute face and a fat body, was robbed of the limelight by Rong Ting just like that, and was forgotten at the foot of the wall, and continued to squat there, facing the wall with a lonely and lonely figure. Fat and cute, but no one cares.
Rong Ting's voice was hoarse, "Yecheng, you just left without saying a word."
Jiang Rao frowned, "I was in a hurry, but my daddy said, I will find someone to tell you."
"They said, you're never coming back."
Tell the truth after drinking.
Hearing this, Jiang Rao frowned even deeper.
The problem lies with the messenger.
"The message was wrong. My aunt was sick, so I hurried back to Jinling. My father took me and my brother out of the city overnight, and didn't give me time to talk to you face to face. But I planned to wait until my aunt recovered. , I will continue to go back to accompany you."
As Jiang Rao spoke, a shudder suddenly arose in her heart, "Then you came back to Jinling to find me?"
Rong Ting responded vaguely with a "hmm".
His eyes slid down, scanning her slender wrist.
I still can't help thinking, I want to create a pair of golden shackles, lock them up and lock them up, so that I won't leave him again.
His hand hooking her sleeve quietly wrapped around her wrist, bit by bit, increasing the strength.
Hearing her "hiss", he retracted his hand as if timidly.
Whenever his extremely dark thoughts occupy all his mind, his whole head hurts.
Thinking of how she was in pain made my heart ache.
Jiang Rao rubbed his wrists, feeling that he was not serious when he was drunk, thinking about what he said just now that he went back to Jinling to find her, he couldn't get angry at all.
Seeing him drooping his eyes again, his black pupils looked a little red because of the blood in his eyes. Judging by his expression, he really looked more and more like the puppy her grandparents had raised.
When she was young, the puppy was always clinging to her, never leaving her.
Probably because people who are sick are very fragile, and they want to be close to the person who treats them well.
Jiang Rao said, "I said I would accompany you until your leg recovers, and I will stay with you until the day you really recover."
Rong Ting drooped his eyelids, smelled of alcohol, and felt depressed.
Coax him outside the dream, and coax him in the dream.
But he wanted to believe it, no matter how many times he was coaxed, he wanted to believe it, even in a dream, when he heard her explanation, he lost his temper.
But I was still very angry at myself who stopped being angry once she was coaxed.
Every time he has a headache, he has an intuition that he doesn't know where it comes from. Lock her up, she will hate him and hate him, and one day, she will leave him completely and never find him again.
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He won't let this happen.
But he wanted to be of value to her.
If it has value, it will not be abandoned.
"Niannian, you have everything." He hooked her sleeves again and whispered, "But I have nothing."
He wanted to give her the whole world.
But his whole world is given by her.
He has nothing.
He murmured in a low voice, his brows couldn't be stretched, and he hid those dark thoughts in his heart tightly. On the surface, he looked guilty.
Jiang Rao glanced at the Shouhuai Palace. She didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but she also felt that the palace was too gloomy and cold. It was chilly when people walked in, and mice squeaked and shuttled around the walls.
He lived in a dilapidated log cabin in Yecheng, but when he returned to the palace, he lived in a haunted palace.
But judging by his appearance, it seems like he doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.
Or get used to it.
Wherever you go, there are little pitiful people who are bullied.
I didn't do anything wrong, it's just that my life was too bad.
Jiang Rao sighed, the disgust towards Jiahe Empress almost reached the extreme in her heart, when she was in the palace, she heard what those maids said about Rong Ting.
In their mouth, Rong Ting was a bad boy with a naughty nature, but his nominal mother, Empress Jiahe, was a good mother who tried her best to raise the bad boy to look like a human.
Some maids and eunuchs knew that she was treating Rong Ting harshly, but in their eyes, it was just a strong method to lead a bad boy to the right path.
The real villain earns a good reputation, but the poor guy who gets bullied turns out to be a villain in the eyes of others.
Jiang Rao finally understood why her aunt was always showing her teeth and claws, trying to tear the mask off Jia and the Queen's face.
She also wants to show her teeth and claws.
…
After drinking and drinking for a while, the drunken man held her by the sleeve for a long time, and then became more and more quiet.
Jiang Rao waited until he fell asleep, moved him back to the house, and wiped his face clean.
The similar scene was like the night when he was seriously ill in Yecheng.
Now that he is back, Jiang Rao is not in a hurry to go back to Ye City.
He wasn't even in a hurry to go back to Jiang's mansion.
I always feel that if he is left alone in the palace, he will be bullied by others.
Looking at the boy's face in his sleep.
Jiang Rao frowned.
In the end, he made a move and patted his face very lightly.
It was a slap in the face.
Take it as revenge for him biting her.
When he sobers up tomorrow, he might not remember anything, and it's hard to argue with him then.
Jiang Rao clapped her hands after avenging her revenge.
It's fine if he forgets, she won't tell the outside world.
Let's pretend it didn't happen.
Jiang Rao left Shouhuai Palace with the pomegranate in her arms.
…
When he sobered up, Rong Ting's black hair was all loose.
There was a sense of decadence in the face that had just woken up from drunkenness.
He propped up his painful forehead, as if recalling something, his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Everything I dreamed about last night was really absurd.
All were dreams that developed according to his fantasy, even better than what he had imagined.
Rong Ting raised his hand to press his thin lips, and pursed it.
Touching his cheek again, he frowned suspiciously.
But the dream last night was too real to be a dream.
The room in the courtyard was full of alcohol, Si Ying and Huai Qing frowned when they entered the Shouhuai Palace in the early morning.
The master who served was not only a cripple, but also a man who had completely resigned himself to his fate. He was so decadent and frustrated that he drank his sorrows with alcohol. Following this kind of master really had no future at all.
Hearing the commotion in the room, Si Ying said annoyedly: "You go in and serve, I think wine stinks."
Huai Qing was also unwilling to serve, but he knew what a servant should do, so he gave Si Ying a displeased look, and walked in by himself.
But even when Rong Ting was drunk, he would not let anyone approach him.
He lowered his head, buttoned his clothes, and asked slowly: "Did anyone come to the palace last night?"
Huai Qing stood far away and replied: "The master told us to go back last night, but we didn't come all night. When we came back at Maoshi, we didn't see anyone."
They don't want to stay here in the gloomy courtyard during the day, let alone at night.
If there is a chance not to wait, naturally one hour will not stay longer.
Rong Ting's eyes dimmed.
At this moment, Si Ying came in with a smile on his face.
Si Ying was followed by a court lady carrying soup. He stepped into the door and said, "Master, Shuxiang Palace has brought you hangover soup."