Everyone in the palace knows that the empress in Shuxiang Palace is unfailingly favored.
With her blessing and care, in the palace, without tiptoe, you have to be half a head taller than others.
The little eunuch who was still cold-faced and unwilling to enter the house to serve, now has a smile on his face, his legs are sharp, and he is attentively guiding the maids from Shuxiang Palace who came to deliver soup into the house.
Si Ying smiled, looked at the slightly older court lady, and made a full-bodied gesture, "Auntie, you can just put this hangover soup on the table, sorry for your trouble. Let it cool Some, the small ones are for the master to use."
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Huai Qing couldn't help frowning when he thought of how this man was acting as a shopkeeper in the courtyard just now.
Thinking that in the future, I will be working with such a good person who works hard and hides far away, and I feel a little annoyed and flustered.
The court lady bent down to put the soup down, stood up, and looked like she was about to leave, Si Ying hurriedly said, "I'll send it to my aunt."
"Auntie, take a step." Rong Ting's eyes were unbelievable, his voice was tense and hoarse, "Who is it that ordered you to bring the soup?"
His heart was beating violently in his chest, and there was a bit of blazing heat in his cool eyes.
Is that what he thinks...
The dream last night was not a dream.
Otherwise, in Shuxiang Palace, how could anyone come to bring him hangover soup
Except for Huai Qing and Si Ying, no one knew he was drunk.
"It's the imperial concubine's niece, Miss Jiang Si ordered it." The aunt of the court lady turned her head and said, "She also asked the servant to bring a message that drinking alcohol hurts the body, and the Ninth Prince should take good care of his body."
Not a dream.
The person last night was her.
Then what she said...
Rong Ting remembered them one by one.
The heart lake had been dead for nearly half a month, but it became living water again at this moment, and all limbs and bones were shaken by ecstasy.
She didn't lie to him, no matter in reality or in dream.
The usually mature and self-sufficient young man now had 100% ecstasy in his eyes, and said to the old maid: "I see. Thank you, aunt."
…
After the maid left, Si Ying excused her to see her off, and didn't stay in the room anymore.
Inside the house, Huaiqing was idly facing Rong Ting.
Rong Ting faced the hangover soup with no expression on his face.
But Huai Qing felt that there was a smile hidden in his eyes.
Like being silly.
Huai Qing, who had nothing to do, faced the foolish Rong Ting.
I was really surprised.
I like the hangover soup so much, I just drink the hangover soup, what kind of wine do I have to drink
…
Rong Ting thought about what happened last night, his pupils were as dark as ink.
You can't ask a person to gain it after losing it.
Because once he gets it again, no matter what, he won't let it go again.
…
When the maid aunt returned to Shuxiang Palace, Jiang Rao was looking in the mirror, trying to find something to cover the scab on her lips after being bitten. Seeing the maid aunt coming, she turned to listen to her report.
The maid's aunt said: "Beside the Ninth Prince, there are only two eunuchs, one is taller and looks quite honest, the other is shorter and much smarter."
Jiang Rao said: "Auntie, please help me find out more about the character and style of the two eunuchs."
The place where Rong Tinglian lived was so deserted and remote, and everyone looked like he could bully him, which made Jiang Rao very worried about the two little eunuchs beside him.
Especially with Wang Zhou's example before him, he dare not take it lightly.
She stuffed a purse containing money into the maid's hand, and begged sincerely: "Auntie, please inquire carefully. Especially if there is any bad news, please tell me as soon as possible."
Once there is any problem, she will find a way to replace the person.
Even in the deep palace, where she can protect him, she must securely protect it.
…
Not long after the lady-in-waiting aunt left, Jiang Rao started looking in the mirror again, looking for something to cover the marks on her lips from being bitten.
The mark doesn't hurt now, but it's just lying across the center of her lower lip, scabbed and a little eye-catching.
Before he could find a way to cover the tooth marks, Jiang Rao's chin was broken by slender fingers, and he rushed towards Concubine Yun Gui's face.
Concubine Yun broke her face, looked at her carefully, and let go of her hand, "Did you gnaw on a bone in your dream last night? What a hard bone, why did you bite your lips?"
Although Concubine Yun Gui is an experienced flirt herself, in her eyes, the twelve-year-old niece is as clean as hell.
Seeing the little scabs on her lips, she didn't think about it.
Jiang Rao was worried that she would find out something, but this worry quickly dissipated, and she walked down the slope given by Concubine Yun Gui, "I forgot what dream I had, I bit my lip."
"Auntie." She said, pointing to the bloody scab on her lip, "Is there any way you can cover it with makeup?"
Concubine Yun Gui glanced at her, "It's not easy to cover up, you bite really hard. Or did I treat you badly? You're so hungry...how can you bite so hard."
"No..." Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, "I don't even want to go out."
My aunt did not misunderstand, but others may misunderstand.
Thinking of this, Jiang Rao suddenly remembered something, raised her eyes and said to Concubine Yun Gui: "Auntie, can I stay in the palace for a little longer?"
"Of course it can be done." Concubine Yun Gui was overjoyed when she heard the words, "Are you reluctant to part with my aunt? I'll write a letter to your parents right now."
…
When Fourth Master Jiang received the letter, his temples were buzzing with anger.
"This Qin Yun wants to occupy our daughter even if he doesn't have a daughter himself!"
The old father, who hadn't seen his daughter for several days, was already on the verge of being irritable.
After reading the letter delivered by Concubine Yun Gui from the palace, Jiang Qinshi vaguely thought of something.
I just don't know if now is a good time to bring this up with my husband.
Now that he is angry, telling him that the Ninth Prince has returned to the palace at this time is undoubtedly fueling his anger.
Don't tell me yet.
But I heard Fourth Master Jiang say at this moment, "The emperor invited me to paint for him in the palace. I accepted the booklet. Three days later, I went to the palace to see the year, took her to a banquet, and then brought her out." , always let her stay with Qin Yun, I am a little worried."
After Jiang Qinshi heard this, her expression changed slightly, and she said, "Master, remember, bring a few more servants."
Fourth Master Jiang patted Jiang Qinshi's hand emotionally: "Madam is really worried about my safety."
Jiang Qinshi felt a little guilty and smiled back at him.
no.
She was more worried about the safety of the nine princes who might become her son-in-law in the future.
If the fourth master finds out that the Ninth Prince is in the palace by then.
A few more servants can stop him.
Lest he endanger the prince and heir.
Jiang Qinshi cautiously told the servants who followed, "Take care of the master."
…
Within two days, Jiang Rao met Fourth Master Jiang.
The scab on her mouth was gone, but she could go out to meet guests, but she was a bit lazy and didn't really want to go to the banquet. But seeing her father's appearance of wanting her to go, he couldn't bear to say no.
After leaving Jinling for so long, Jiang Rao really didn't know anyone.
At the banquet, I found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the drinks, vegetables and fruits to be served.
Jiang Rao's appearance was immediately noticeable in the crowd.
He has a good manner, sitting there, from the side, from the back, no matter from which angle, the slender shoulders and neck lines look very beautiful.
When Shen Xiuying came here, she immediately attracted her attention.
In an instant, he frowned.
look familiar.
"Who is this girl? I haven't seen it before."
The maid next to her found out and said: "This is Miss Jiang Si from Ning'an Bo's residence. She traveled around with her father since she was a child, and she just came back half a month ago."
Shen Xiuying saw that Jiang Rao was wearing extraordinarily expensive clothes, as usual, she would love to play with this kind of rich young lady the most.
But for some reason, looking at Jiang Rao's face, I felt weird in my heart.
Not only does it feel familiar, but there is also an intuition of hatred.
Strange, I feel disgusted at a glance.
Shen Xiuying didn't go to Jiang Rao's side, but when several official girls were going to go to Jiang Rao's side, she pulled them to her side.
No one was sitting around Jiang Rao, and she was separated from the crowd, making it difficult to blend in because she was out of place.
Jiang Rao was enjoying herself, peeling the lychees together with Ming Shao, having a great time.
It's just that this scene, in the eyes of other noble ladies, is a bit pitiful.
Which girl is this? She has never appeared at various gatherings of noble ladies. Not to mention, there are so many girls at the banquet today, she doesn't even know anyone, and she can't even find anyone to talk to.
No one was looking for Jiang Rao, and Jiang Rao was so happy.
The cooks in the imperial dining room in the palace are all very good, and many of the dim sum and meals they cook are very suitable for her taste.
As for what other people were thinking, she didn't bother to pay attention.
But let those noble ladies who don't know her look, the banquet is meant to socialize with people, she doesn't look to talk to anyone, showing timidity, as if she dare not socialize with people.
They were still waiting for her to introduce who she was.
So shy, could it be that the family background is weak, and I am afraid of being looked down upon when I mention it, so I dare not speak
Someone saw that Shen Xiuying was always looking at Jiang Rao, as if she knew something, and secretly asked her, "Second Miss, do you know, which family's girl is that?"
Shen Xiuying frowned, Jiang Rao's face faintly overlapped with someone's face in her memory, and the more they looked, the more they looked like each other.
It's just that the identities and status of the two are very different, so she can't confirm whether they are the same person for a while.
Probably... just look alike.
But he snorted from his nasal cavity, hating the house and Wu, the jealousy and dissatisfaction with the little maid next to the new emperor in the previous life, all brought to Jiang Rao, with a contemptuous tone, "It's just a girl from the country, who knows her?"
It was a person with such a face who blocked her way and told her to leave her dead body in the wild in her previous life and no one would collect her body.
The banquet was held in the palace in Baihua Garden, outside the hanging door, there was suddenly the sound of rolling chairs and footsteps.
The sharp-eyed one said to everyone: "The princes are here."
Shen Xiuying's eyes lit up quickly.
Jiang Rao's speed of peeling the lychees also slowed down, she found a handkerchief to wipe her wet fingers and corners of her lips, and unhurriedly adjusted the hem of her skirt.
Some people are lazy today and don't want to deal with those official ladies, but they can't be lazy. They don't care about grooming and tidiness, and lose face.
When she heard that the prince was coming, she might be a little embarrassed, she subconsciously bit her lower lip.
Although the scab has faded, it still has a strong sense of presence.
In the past few days, she hasn't visited Rong Ting.
The maid aunt who went to inquire about Si Ying Huaiqing is back, and the background of the two little eunuchs is clean.
"Second Prince, Fourth Prince, Ninth Prince."
At this time, several princes came in, and the noble ladies stood up and saluted one after another.
Especially Shen Xiuying, knowing that the future new emperor is included, has a very respectful attitude.
Today she wore a pear-blossom jacket with cloud satin and blue background, which was the one that the little maid in her memory used to wear, not a showy color, and the shape of the hairpin was also imitated, hoping to attract more Rong Ting. One or two points of attention.
But Rong Ting didn't give her a straight look, and there was even a bit of hostility in the end of his eyes.
He looked slowly for a week, and finally stopped at the little girl in the corner who bowed her head and saluted.
Just now, I heard her calling him Nine Princes together with others.
When saluting, the demeanor and etiquette are impeccable, and you can't pick out the slightest mistake.
Seriously so cute.
It's just that she was alone there, alone, with a pile of peeled lychee shells on the small case, which made her seem more and more neglected.
No one cares, I can only peel lychees and play.
Rong Ting's eyes sank.
Under the full gaze, he manipulated the wheelchair and went to Jiang Rao's side.
There was no one around her, which made it easier for him to move forward.
His eyes were eagle-like, extremely sharp, and he paused for a moment on her bright red lips, and saw the white marks that looked like wounds healed.
His eyes darkened, and he suddenly smiled.
A magnetic and pleasant voice sounded.
"Don't you call me brother? Every year."