Rong Ting once met a human trafficker when he was a child.
It was at the age of eight that the people in the palace went to the hunting ground together to hunt. Later, everyone went back, only him, who was deliberately forgotten there.
The hunting ground is close to deep mountains and old forests.
Tigers crouching in the deep mountains, tigers howling and wolves singing, in the middle of the night, there are wild beasts that are raised here for the nobles of the imperial city to shoot and kill for fun. Every year, it is heard that nearby villagers strayed into the hunting ground, accidentally injured and eaten by wild beasts news.
He thought someone would come looking for him.
At the age of eight, he stumbled all the way and rolled out of the mountain with blood on his face. Sure enough, he saw a figure waiting for him by the side of the road.
With all his joy, he thought it was someone sent by the palace to take him back.
Big mistake.
Jiahe Queen arranged two paths for the eight-year-old him.
One, died in the deep mountains, was bitten to death by wild beasts, gnawed, there were no bones left, and filled the stomachs of wild beasts.
On the other hand, even if he climbed out of the hunting mountain, he would be abducted by human traffickers and sold to an unknown place, and he did not know what life he would live in the future.
The trafficker's house is at the foot of the mountain, on the outskirts of the city.
He was imprisoned for two days. One night, through a hole in the wall, he learned that there was a Lantern Festival in Jinling.
The chill on the wall permeated into the coldness of the bones. Leaning against the wall, through the small hole, you can see the bright lights on the dark sky outside.
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The trafficker brought back a little girl that night.
The little girl was five or six years old, with mud all over her face and body.
He didn't bother to see what she looked like.
But she saw the jelly beans and bulging pockets in her hand.
He has been hungry for too long.
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Seeing Rong Ting coming, Jiang Rao stood up and helped him push his wheelchair.
Rong Ting lowered his head slightly, his expression was turbulent, dark and unpredictable.
His expression was listless, like a puppy after falling into the water.
…
Huaiqing watched from the side, and said to himself, look, look, it really is.
His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince was able to walk in a wheelchair by himself, and he didn't need help anywhere. As a result, when Miss Jiang Si saw him, he began to feel like he had no strength in his hands.
There is no such thing as controlling a wheelchair with one hand in the academy, and it is as comfortable as walking on flat ground wherever you go.
On the contrary, from his expression to his actions, there was an embarrassment that he needed others to help him.
With such a fairy appearance and beautiful appearance, coupled with this weak expression...
Who doesn't want to help
If he hadn't made it clear in his heart that His Highness the Ninth Prince didn't want his help, he would have wanted to.
Huaiqing was talking in his stomach, but he kept silent.
He went in behind the two masters.
Fortunately, Miss Jiang Si seemed to understand his master's temper and their difficulties as servants, and never blamed him for not being diligent and smart when serving in front of His Highness the Ninth Prince.
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After the curtain fell, Jiang Rao went back to the round table, sat beside Jiang Jinxing, and said to Rong Ting, "How is Your Highness Jiu doing in the academy today?"
Rong Ting's mind was still in the memory, listening to her words, he raised his eyes gently.
Your Highness the Nine...
Since returning to the capital, he has never heard her call him brother Ting again.
Silently suppressing a bit of irritability in his gloomy gaze, he said slowly: "Everything is fine."
Mr. Yan's reputation made other scholars in the academy treat him extremely politely.
In that politeness, there was even a bit of flattery.
It's all froth.
In those days when he was trampled in the mud, no one would even look at him.
Those who can not add insult to injury and only step on him when they are with others are even considered good people.
Nowadays, it is only a little name, and it is a bit ridiculous to be flattered and flattered in exchange.
But he always remembered who was the one who pulled himself out of the mud.
Just remember that one person.
Rong Ting looked up at Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief, smiling brows and eyes, "That's good, that's good."
What she knows best is the way of dealing with favors with silver, the smell of copper is very bad.
But buying people's hearts with money is not a long-term solution, nor is it feasible everywhere.
It won't work in Uncle Yan's Bailu Academy.
So she was a little unfounded, worried that he would be bullied by others.
But if you think about it, you know it won't be, that is Uncle Yan's academy, how could his own disciple be bullied in his academy.
Rong Ting's eyes scanned Jiang Rao's face carefully.
Bit by bit, it corresponds to the little girl with a dirty face in my memory.
He thinks he is not a good person, he is evil in his bones, but he never feels the slightest bit of guilt because of this.
He was born this way and deserved it.
But then he didn't know that the little girl was her.
The eight-year-old just wanted to survive.
No matter what means are used.
Even if it hurts someone else.
If he knew it was her, he would never have taken anything from her.
For the first time, Rong Ting felt guilty because of the bad things he had done, and regretted because he couldn't go back to the past.
He didn't take that abduction too seriously. From childhood to adulthood, there were too many times when he almost lost his life.
But if you think about it, the memory at that time is still clear.
That little girl, after being arrested that night, didn't want other children to cry as soon as she came in. On the contrary, she was calmer than some older than her. First, she walked around the room, as if to find a way out.
But then she did not shed tears.
When he snatched her jelly beans, she cried a lot. The moment he snatched her hairpin, she sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, crying loudly, tears streaming down her face, and the mud on her face flowed into a stream A mud print.
He felt very noisy at the time.
Feel distressed now.
Later, she was tired from crying for too long, and fell asleep sobbing.
It seemed that because she was too scared, after sleeping for a while, she rolled to his side and hugged him to keep warm.
Getting in the way, he pushed her away.
But after a while, she stuck again.
Holding him, relying on calling out to parents in fear.
Her body is small, but very warm. And soft, like a cloud.
But he hated the body temperature of other people, even all living things, even if it was cold at night, he didn't want to hug her to keep warm.
Pushed her away, a total of three times.
When I woke up the next day, the first thing I saw was a little furry head.
The little girl wrapped her hands and feet around his body, stretched out her two little hands to cover his arms, and pressed her palms against his chest.
"..."
It's someone who knows how to find a place to keep warm.
He pushed her away for the fourth time.
four times.
How annoying and disgusting it was when I pushed it away.
How regretful it is now.
That little girl turned out to be her, it turned out to be her...
Rong Ting's gaze became a little more dejected and depressed, and he asked hoarsely, "Niannian, I heard that, just now you said that you were abducted when you were young..."
Jiang Rao looked up at him, only to feel that his eyes were more painful than her brother's.
His gaze was deep and lingering, containing emotions that others could not understand.
"It's been many years ago. I'm fine now." Looking at the expressions of the two people opposite, one big and one small, as if they were the ones who were kidnapped back then, Jiang Rao couldn't help laughing, "Isn't there that child?" Are you there? I'm well protected."
Rong Ting was silent and lowered his eyes.
He never thought of saving people.
There is only one thought in his heart to let himself live by whatever means possible.
Saving people is just a coincidence.
When he thought of this, his fingers hidden under his sleeves couldn't help trembling.
If it hadn't been such a coincidence...
"That child is amazing! He can protect my sister." Jiang Jinxing had a natural sense of admiration for such heroic deeds of saving lives. He listened with sparkling eyes, and repeated loudly, "He is a great hero!"
He climbed onto Jiang Rao's lap, raised his little head that wanted to hear the story, "Sister, tell me more, I still want to hear it."
Seeing the chubby him crawling into Jiang Rao's arms, Rong Ting frowned, and a bit of possessiveness appeared in his eyes.
"Come here, your sister is tired." He said to Jiang Jinxing.
Jiang Jinxing turned to look at Rong Ting, "But I want sister to hug me."
Jiang Rao also loved him, and pulled him into his arms, saying to Rong Ting, "I'm not tired."
Rong Ting: "..."
He moved his fingers, trying to stretch his arms, and hugged Jiang Jinxing into his arms.
But it is too difficult.
His arm didn't actually move an inch.
Frowning, he hesitated between letting him hold Jiang Jinxing and letting Jiang Rao hold him.
Both are unbearable.
Rong Ting is secretive and indifferent in his bones, greedy for coolness, and hates the body temperature of others.
So far, I have only had the desire to touch one person.
Huai Qing, who was standing by the wall, suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.
Then, he heard His Ninth Highness order, "Huaiqing, come here and give Young Master Jiang a hug."
Huai Qing looked at Jiang Jinxing's chubby figure: "..."
Can I not hug
Jiang Jinxing didn't recognize his life, and immediately opened his hand towards Huaiqing, the puppy's eyes were bright, "Brother hug."
Huaiqing suddenly felt that although the little dumpling was heavy and visible to the naked eye, it was so cute.
For the first time, there was a young master from a rich family who called him such an eunuch, brother.
He picked up Jiang Jinxing, and squatted down uncontrollably to stabilize himself.
So cute.
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Jiang Jinxing was hugged by Huaiqing, his curiosity was still strong, he stared at his elder sister, and continued to ask, "Sister, do you still know who the child who saved you was?"
Rong Ting held his breath.
Jiang Rao was momentarily at a loss for words.
After the child killed someone, blood was spattered on his shoulder.
When all the children were huddled together in fright at his actions, and they were terrified to death, he calmly pushed open the door and walked out facing the rising sun.
Don't look back.
But before he left, he threw the bloody hairpin back in front of Jiang Rao.
That was the last time Jiang Rao looked at him.
But at that time, not only was there dried blood on his face, but also new blood, and his eyes were even redder.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't see clearly what he looked like.
She shook her head and said to Jiang Jinxing, "I don't know who he is."
Jiang Jinxing was a little disappointed, "I still want to thank him."
"Did Sister never think about looking for him?" He asked.
Jiang Rao shook her head firmly.
When she thought of that child, she thought of his calmness and ferocity beyond his age when he killed, and... the blood hairpin he threw in front of her at the end.
She has shadows.
"At that time, the child was the first to run away. I was worried that he hadn't returned. Later, we asked our family members to search nearby. There was a child who was not as old as him. Those who lost their children in Jinling said that the child had returned , he should have gone home."
And she knew that the kid was home, and that was enough.
Seemingly aware of the change in Rong Ting's gaze, Jiang Rao glanced at him, feeling that he was a little strange today.
Seeing Jiang Rao shaking his head, Jiang Jinxing was even more puzzled, "But that's my sister's savior, doesn't my sister want to see him?"
Jiang Rao had no choice but to prevaricate him by saying, "Sister is stupid, she can't remember his appearance, and I can't find him."
Jiang Jinxing pursed his lips, regretting, "Okay."
…
"Just now, did you hide something from your brother?"
After the maid took away Jiang Jinxing who was sleepy and asleep, Rong Ting asked aloud.
The eyes are like ink, and the line of sight is thick.
Even though it has been basically concluded that the girl is Jiang Rao, there is still a trace of luck in his heart...
What if she wasn't
He clearly remembered that when the trafficker died, she was curled up in a corner, terrified to the extreme, trembling as if she had just been fished out of cold water.
When he was young, he didn't know what pity was. Now when he thinks about the little girl whose face was wet from crying, his heart hurts badly. He doesn't want to be the one who scared her like that.
"I'm hiding something." Jiang Rao turned her head to look at Rong Ting, "I'm afraid my younger brother will be scared if he hears this."
"The child who saved me that year, he was only seven or eight years old, so..." Jiang Rao slightly gestured to the height in her memory, "A child who is only this tall."
She lowered her eyes slightly and recalled, "He was so fierce, he snatched my jelly beans and my hairpin, just like a little robber, and used my hairpin to kill people."
The most terrible thing is that this little robber is still a borrower and repayer!
After using up the hairpin, she actually threw the bloody hairpin back in front of her eyes!
terrible.
For several years after that, when she saw the hairpin, her legs felt weak, and it took many years for her to feel better.
Jiang Rao said sincerely: "He killed the person with my hairpin and saved me. The two of us can be regarded as borrowing and repaying, neither owed nor owed, and we must never meet again in the future. I am afraid, I am really afraid .”
And she would wish that child a safe life in her heart.
A little embarrassment appeared on Rong Ting's expression.
It turned out that it was really her.
After a while, he lowered his eyes and his expression slowly returned to calm.
But she gave a soft "um" and agreed with Jiang Rao's words, "We won't meet again."
The tone was clearly firm, but a thin layer of sweat broke out from the palms of the hands.
He would never let her know that the vicious and cruel little robber who frightened her to tears back then was him.
absolute.