Jiang Jinxing handed the white velvet blanket to Rong Ting.
The blanket was much longer than others, Jiang Jinxing ran all the way, the folded blanket was messed up, one corner was about to fall to the ground, he couldn't bear to let that corner fall to the ground, he stretched his neck desperately, trying to hug the blanket higher, and then Higher, farther from the ground.
But also because of this, his sight was blocked, and he staggered as if he was about to fall.
Huai Qing hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and took the blanket from his hand.
Jiang Jinxing was in a hurry, waved his small hand, and said to Rong Ting: "Cover the blanket quickly, this is my elder sister's order."
Rong Ting raised his hand to take the blanket, and put it on his knees.
When I lowered my eyes, I thought of the appearance of the little girl when she gave instructions to her younger brother. The extremely cold and world-weary feeling in the eyes suddenly shattered for a moment, and the ice and snow melted.
Seeing that Rong Ting covered his legs with blankets, Jiang Jinxing calmed down with his waving little hands.
Yu Yinxue was stunned.
He bent down and looked at Jiang Jinxing, "Master Jiang."
Facing Jiang Jinxing, his smiling eyes were extremely gentle, "You and your sister are really kind."
Jiang Jinxing took Huaiqing's hand, and secretly hid behind Huaiqing, frowning vigilantly.
At this moment, Rong Ting waved to Jiang Jinxing, "Come here."
Jiang Jinxing came at his call.
Hastily ran to his side.
This time Yu Yinxue was left out in the cold.
Rong Ting looked at Yu Yinxue with a faint smile, and explained for Jiang Jinxing: "He is afraid of strangers, brother, don't mind."
Yu Yinxue laughed dryly.
"So that's how it is."
Because he found the steps, he was inexplicably grateful to Rong Ting.
I suddenly regretted that I had found the wrong person in the first place.
Although Pei Songyu is a distant relative of Uncle Ning'an's mansion, he doesn't know anything.
On the contrary, it is not as good as Rong Ting.
Seeing how Jiang Jinxing was getting close to him, he knew that they must have known each other before.
The colors of the clothes of the two are even somewhat similar.
Rong Ting was talking to Jiang Jinxing, "In a moment, thank your sister for me."
Yu Yinxue thought about it before Rong Ting told him that Jiang Rao was sulking right now and no one could disturb him. Seeing that Jiang Jinxing had just returned from Jiang Rao's place, he wanted to find out something from this kid.
Even though he was left out just now, he still smiled kindly, and tentatively asked Jiang Jinxing: "When you go back, tell your elder sister, your elder sister will definitely be happy."
He wondered if Jiang Rao was really still annoyed as Rong Ting said at the moment.
Rong Ting's eyes darkened, looking at Jiang Jinxing, his fingers clenched slightly.
Jiang Jin stared at Yu Yinxue eagerly.
Once bitten, twice shy.
He had just been teased by Yang Xiuzhu in Yecheng, and now he was terrified when he saw this kind of scholar who looked polite and took his sister with him.
"Hmph, I don't know."
He has learned to be smart and will not be bitten by a snake again.
Rong Ting's eyes returned to normal, and he said to Huai Qing: "The opera in the Listening Academy is lively, Huai Qing, take the young master back to Fourth Master and Madam Qin."
Huai Qing understood what Rong Ting meant, and walked over to hold Jiang Jinxing's hand, "Young master, will my slave take you back to listen to the opera?"
Jiang Jinxing is here, maybe he will be tricked by Yu Yinxue.
Jiang Jinxing hesitated, and muttered in a low voice: "I want to find my sister."
Huai Qing only wanted to do what Rong Ting ordered, and did not dare to make random claims, and persuaded: "Dingjun Mountain is being sung in the theater, and the tall horse is so majestic, just like the young master when he grows up, young master, we let's go?"
Jiang Jinxing was a little tempted and was taken away by Huai Qing.
…
Yu Yinxue saw that the eunuchs serving by Lian Rongting's side had a close relationship with Jiang Jinxing.
When he looked at Rong Ting again, his eyes changed.
Doubt disappeared completely.
Although I still can't figure out why the queen's son can get close to someone who is related to Concubine Yun Gui.
But how could he have a clear insight into the deep curtain of the palace.
Maybe there is a hidden secret that he doesn't know.
At least from the current situation, the relationship between Ninth Prince and Ning'an Bofu is indeed good.
It's just that for Rong Ting, he still has some subtle jealousy and suspicion.
Childhood sweethearts... This relationship... Can Rong Ting really help his senior brother calmly
Rong Ting was looking at the direction where Jiang Jinxing disappeared. Seeing Huai Qing taking Jiang Jinxing to the listening courtyard, he turned his eyes back and looked at Yu Yinxue.
He acted intentionally or unintentionally, slightly brushing off the white blanket covering his legs, as if he purposely let Yu Yinxue notice it again.
Yu Yinxue glanced at his movements.
Seeing his gaze, Rong Ting withdrew his hand in satisfaction.
"Senior Brother." He said, "When a child loses his temper, you must not mind him."
Yu Yinxue shook his head lightly, not minding.
He also heard Rong Ting say: "Their temperaments of the two siblings are a bit similar. Just now, the young master was angry, and the senior brother also saw him, so he didn't like to talk to others. Senior brother... don't you want to see Rao Rao again?" ?”
"Rao Rao?"
"Ah, it was my oversight."
"I've been used to calling her small characters since I was a child." Rong Ting's expression changed slightly, he was blaming himself, and lowered his head guiltily, "Senior brother, don't call her that, it's easy to be criticized and rude."
"Naturally." Yu Yinxue nodded.
However, he secretly remembered Jiang Rao's small words in his heart.
"Then, senior brother is going back to the Listening Academy?"
Yu Yinxue sighed, "Go back."
Although I don't know exactly what Rong Ting is thinking, it's better to believe than not to believe what he said.
His chances are few and far between.
If one step is wrong, every step will be wrong in the future.
Looking at Yu Yinxue's back, Rong Ting curled his thin lips slightly.
Yu Yinxue is still guessing about the relationship between Rong Ting and Jiang Rao, and the degree of addressing small characters... There is nothing to do with children, but when the woman reaches the age of 16, and the man is sixteen, he has to avoid suspicion.
Thinking about Rong Ting's age and Jiang Rao's age, it's time to avoid suspicion.
He turned his head and glanced at Rong Ting, wanting to remind Rong Ting about ethics.
Just at this moment, the young man noticed his gaze and looked up at him slightly with an innocent expression on his face.
Although it is an extremely pure white and beautiful face.
But there is a bit of inexplicable and silly meaning.
Yu Yin learned for a while that he lost the mood of preaching.
Jealousy haunted him, and he couldn't figure out why Yan Nanxun had such a preference for Rong Ting, a disciple, and even brought him with him at the banquet.
Forget it, when he makes a mistake in the future and is laughed at, he will know.
Why should he rush to wake up Rong Ting.
He turned around again.
Rong Ting suddenly exerted a third of his internal strength, forcing a thin sweat on his forehead.
Frowning, he said in pain: "Brother, I... I can't go back to the theater with my brother, my stomach hurts."
Yu Yinxue turned his head and glanced at him, seeing his appearance, he was indeed in some pain.
Very poor.
He never suspected anything, but he didn't have the kindness to send him off.
But verbal efforts must always be done, "Do you want me to help you?"
"How dare you bother senior brother..." Rong Ting gave a pale smile.
Since Yu Yinxue didn't really want to help him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he said that, turned around, and went back to the Listening Academy.
The pained expression on Rong Ting's face disappeared instantly.
Slowly raising his eyes, looking at Yu Yinxue's back, his eyes became colder inch by inch.
Cool as a blade.
Even though it was daytime, the aura of his whole body was like an evil ghost walking in the night, holding a bloody knife, covered in blood, and wanting to kill people.
It wasn't until Rong Ting's gaze shifted to the thin blanket covering his legs that it slowly warmed up inch by inch.
The hostility dissipated a lot.
Rong Ting glanced at the surrounding terrain.
Move the wheelchair and walk in one direction.
…
Ming Shao was holding Jiang Rao's finished painting to show the other maids and servants, when she met Rong Ting on the road, she hurriedly bowed to him, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
Rong Ting glanced at the painting scroll she held in her hand, and asked, "What is this?"
Ming Shao thought about it for a while, and felt that it was nothing to talk to His Highness Jiu about what the girl ordered, and it was all his own.
She handed the painting to Rong Ting, "Miss, tell the servants to distribute this painting to the servants in the yard, and ask them to help find it. Which visitor is wearing such a bracelet today? By the way, the name of the bracelet The color is blue, two or three points greener than the color of lotus leaves."
Rong Ting nodded, and asked casually, "Are you looking for a woman?"
His complexion was a little ugly.
Ming Shao smiled, "The one wearing the bracelet is naturally a woman. Could it be a man?"
Rong Ting's face softened a little.
He held the painting and looked at the pattern of the bracelet on the painting.
His eyes gradually became more serious and careful, as if thinking of something.
After a while, he put down the scroll in his hand, handed it back to Ming Shao, and asked, "Where is your girl?"
Ming Shao replied, "It's at Xiaoguoshan Pavilion."
Rong Ting nodded, parted from Ming Shao, and walked towards Xiaoguoshan Pavilion.
…
Jiang Rao sent Jiang Jinxing away, waiting for the sound of silk and bamboo from the Music Academy to rest.
But she couldn't wait for Si Zhu's voice to subside, instead she sleepy herself.
In the past few days, she has been worrying about the shops that are opening one after another by the Qinhuai River, as well as about her grandmother's birthday party. She has very little time to sleep every night, and she got up early today, so she has nothing to do at the moment. , listening to the music in the listening theater from afar, the more I listened, the more sleepy I became.
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Ask the maid beside her to help her go to the kitchen and get a cup of strong tea to wake her up.
After the servant girl left, she waited in the gazebo.
Rong Ting turned the corner and came to the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion, what he saw was Jiang Rao propping his elbows on the stone table, his left hand resting on his left cheek, his eyes closed, his head pointing and pointing like he was about to fall asleep.
Those calculations and scheming in front of others, the desire to destroy and kill all other emotions, quietly subsided at this moment.
He looked down at the blanket on his lap.
His heart suddenly became extraordinarily soft.
There are four rows of steps in the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion.
Rong Ting frowned, thinking about how to get the wheelchair up.
Suddenly, I saw the head of the little girl in the gazebo was nodding, and her chin sank down heavily along the palm of her hand.
As soon as I saw it, I was about to hit the edge of the cold and hard stone table.
…
Blink of an eye.
The wheelchair became empty.
Thin fleece blankets hung messily on the wheelchair.
When Rong Ting realized what he was doing...
He had already stood beside Jiang Rao, with his palm resting on her chin.
His chest heaved and he gasped slightly.
The entire right hand was completely placed between Jiang Rao's chin and the stone table, and the phalanx hit the table, causing a slight tingling pain.
He was relieved.
she's fine.
fine.
…
In Jiang Rao's dream, she felt that her chin had hit something hard, and she panicked.
It was warm again.
The bitter and clear medicinal smell lingers on the tip of the nose.
She wrinkled her nose and slowly opened her eyes.
Tilting her head, her vision was not very clear, but in a blur, she saw a figure standing in front of her against the light.
She raised her head, her eyes shifted to the outline of the man's face, and she froze for a moment.
The eyes suddenly filled with water, as if crying, with a "woo", weeping with joy.
"Can you stand up?"