Rong Ting calmed down his breath, and the cough gradually slowed down.
He waved his hand to let Jiang Rao not worry, "I'm fine."
Except that her cheeks were a little redder than usual, there was nothing unusual about her.
It's just that his complexion is as cold as frost and snow, and the redness is particularly obvious.
It's as if the celestial being who came out of the dust was dragged into the world abruptly, and his body has the smell of the world.
The servant girl next to Jiang Rao said, "Young lady dreamed of elbows, but you want to eat them? Do you want your servant to order the back kitchen to cook this dish tomorrow?"
Jiang Rao: "..."
"No need." She smiled wryly, "It's too embarrassing for people to know that I cried while holding a pig's knuckle in my dream."
Rong Ting coughed again.
Jiang Rao looked at him again, but he still said "it's okay".
"It's just that I'm in a hurry to drink tea."
Jiang Rao had just woke up from sleep, her energy was a little weaker, and she asked him, "There have not been three opera performances in the Listening Academy, folk troupes can't enter the palace, you don't have many chances to see it in the palace, how did you come out? "
Are you going to drive him away... Rong Ting clenched his fingers and said, "The drama is boring."
This was beyond Jiang Rao's expectation.
She has something on her mind, so she can't listen to the opera sung by the troupe.
But for the top troupe in Jinling, there must be at least ninety out of one hundred guests. Rong Ting had no chance to hear their plays in the palace, and said they were boring...
You can figure it out if you think about it.
Although his temperament has become completely different from that of Master Jiu in the original dream, there are still some similarities in some small places.
If you piece together her scattered dream fragments.
Although Jiu Ye has fame and wealth, he lacks interest in anything.
The eyes are tired and gray, and the eyelids are drooping all day long, cold and withdrawn, far away from all kinds of excitement.
When others see him, he is afraid, but when he sees others, he is disgusted.
Apart from taking revenge on those who bullied him, especially her, he has never shown fanaticism and persistence in anything else.
It's just that she didn't expect that his temperament of being bored with everything had some signs when he was a teenager.
Jiang Rao said: "Perhaps the scenes just now weren't good enough, now it's interesting to change the repertoire."
Rong Ting shook his head, "The sound of silk and bamboo is too loud, it gives me a headache. I'm sitting next to Mr., and behind me are a few seniors, all of whom are elders. No one talks to me..."
Jiang Rao understood what he meant.
Thinking about his and her situation being similar, she had just returned to Jinling, and among the noble girls of the same age, she didn't know anyone.
Sometimes I go to the rouge and gouache shop alone, or see girls from other families getting together in their boudoirs, and I feel a little out of place.
The feeling of sympathy made Jiang Rao smile at him, "Then you can stay here for a while, I can accompany you."
Rong Ting's face softened slightly, and he nodded.
The yard outside Xiaoguoshan Pavilion is full of trees, which is cooler than other places. Worried that Rong Ting would catch cold, Jiang Rao picked up the thin blanket on the stone table and put it on his lap.
Rong Ting let her move, looking very obedient and obedient.
"Yu'er, you stand guard outside the courtyard gate."
She suddenly cleared her throat and pushed the maid away.
Looking down at the white velvet blanket covering Rong Ting's legs, Jiang Rao asked, "How is your leg injury, how is your recovery?"
Since he was standing up in the dream, he should be getting better now.
Rong Ting's Adam's apple moved slightly, but his eyes were averted to the side.
Thinking of her embarrassing look when she just woke up, and thinking of how she took care of him just now when he covered him with a blanket, he said, "It's better, but it's just not so painful, and I still can't stand up."
His face is paler than that of a rabbit, and his eyes are more pitiful than that of a rabbit.
"Before, every night, the pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep well, but now I can sleep peacefully for several hours."
This is true.
Even now, he occasionally still suffers from pain. He was afraid that he would be delayed for a year, so he abolished the kung fu that he practiced in order to survive when he was a child. With great strength, if the tendons are pulled, the pain will recur.
Jiang Rao just felt that his sentence "It hurts so much that I can't sleep well" was really distressing.
Comforting him: "You will definitely get better. Wait until the day you get better..."
Rong Ting thought she was going to say again, when he recovered, he must be the first to tell her.
But the little girl said seriously and seriously: "It's best not to tell anyone."
Rong Ting raised his eyes suddenly, with some puzzlement in his eyes.
Even though Jiang Rao dismissed the maid to guard the courtyard gate, she lowered her voice, approached Rong Ting's ear, and said, "If you don't get better, in the eyes of others, you won't be a threat they want to get rid of. "
She knew that Rong Ting would understand what she meant, so she didn't say much.
After speaking, she got up and looked at him.
The last time I heard at Qin Yun's place that other concubines wanted to win Rong Ting, Jiang Rao often thought about it.
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids.
What she said, he had thought of it a long time ago, so he sat in a wheelchair and continued to receive other people's white eyes, ridicule, and pity with ridicule.
He just didn't expect her to think so clearly.
"I promise you."
Inexplicably, there was a sudden feeling of relief after being put on the guillotine and then meeting with Amnesty and narrowly escaped death.
She seemed to help him find an excuse.
—to clear his excuse of concealing his leg injury recovery in front of her.
Otherwise, he doesn't know what to say.
When she woke up, her face was obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable.
If it were not a dream, she would be embarrassed instead.
Fortunately, there is an excuse...
"However, when your leg is healed, you should be the first to tell me." Jiang Rao added.
"..."
No excuses.
The guillotine Rong Ting went up again.
…
After a cup of tea, Ming Shao came back with the painting given by Jiang Rao, with a sad face, "Miss, no one in the servants recognizes the bracelet on this painting."
Jiang Rao knew in her heart that finding it would not be easy, so she sighed and said to Ming Shao, "There is no need to look for it anymore."
"Give me the painting." Rong Ting asked for the painting again.
After unfolding, ask, "Do you have pen and ink?"
The brush and ink used for painting just now were still under the stone table, Ming Shao brought the brush and ink up.
Rong Ting rolled up his sleeves, picked up the vermilion pen, daubed and added a few strokes on the pattern of the bracelet drawn by Jiang Rao, and handed the painting to Jiang Rao, "Look, is this the bracelet you are looking for?"
Jiang Rao glanced down.
After adding a few strokes, the pattern of the blue bracelet was more like what she had dreamed in her dream.
But…
"How do you know?"
She looked at Rong Ting curiously.
Rong Ting tapped some ink, but raised his eyes a little, glanced at her bun, and muttered, "It's not pretty."
Jiang Rao didn't hear clearly, "What?"
"Your hairpin doesn't look good."
With his head down, Rong Ting continued to walk around the drawing paper with his wrists hanging, and drew a few more patterns.
His tone was calm and he didn't look at her, but what he said sounded a little childish and angry for no reason.
Jiang Rao raised her hand to touch the hairpin she was wearing today,
Suddenly understood, and smiled.
Isn't it because he didn't wear the hairpin he gave him
Just now she said she wasn't ugly, but now she's making trouble.
"Today is my grandmother's birthday, I always want to wear some festive colors."
Rong Ting's eyes softened a little. Is it a festive color? He made a note of it.
Jiang Rao looked at his face that was paler than paper.
He felt that he was thinking about things all day long, he was not as quiet and deep as a person of his age, he would rather stay with her in this secluded small courtyard than go to the opera sung by the troupe, as boring as wood.
It made Jiang Rao's heart itch, and he thought of making him laugh.
Besides, since she was a child, few people have said the word "unsightly" in front of her.
She tilted her head in front of him, the tassels of the hairpin on her head were all hanging to one side, her smiling eyes crooked, "Is it really not good-looking to wear this kind of hairpin?"
"Isn't it good-looking? Isn't it good-looking?" She asked in repeated voices.
Rong Ting didn't expect her to be so close to him all of a sudden, his breath tightened for a moment, seeing her smiling like a flower, her brows and eyes moving, her Adam's apple rolled.
It's like a scholar traveling at night, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly meets a seductive goblin, and his breathing gradually becomes chaotic.
The back of the ear was as red as the evening fire cloud.
He lowered his eyelids, and rubbed his cold fingers behind his ears, his voice sounded hoarse and heavy because of the tension, "It looks good."
"You look good."
But he insisted, "hairpins are not pretty."
Jiang Rao wanted to make fun of him, but was made laugh by his stubbornness instead.
The maid at the side heard Rong Ting arrogantly and awkwardly praising their girl's beauty, and blushed for Jiang Rao.
On the contrary, Jiang Rao was used to hearing people say she was good-looking since she was a child, so she was very normal.
Rong Ting's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes suddenly became a little pitiful, "Don't you think the hairpin I made is pretty?"
He was very frustrated, "I have been studying for a long time..."
Jiang Raokong had the idea of teasing people, but he didn't have the skills to tease people, so he wanted to coax people instead. Hearing his low and disappointed tone, he hurriedly said, "It's beautiful, it's beautiful."
Rong Ting's thin lips curled up slightly, but he lost his pitiful look just now.
Jiang Rao felt that if he was an animal with long ears, both ears would have stood up and beckoned to her by now.
The tip of the pen made a few more bends on the paper, and finally finished it in one breath, Rong Ting stopped the movement of the pen, and handed the drawing paper to her.
Draw several patterns side by side on paper.
Lines range from simple to complex.
From the simple pattern on the blue bracelet with a few strokes, it evolved all the way to a lifelike little wolf.
"The pattern on that bracelet is the totem of the northern nomads."
When Jiang Rao looked down at the painting, Rong Ting explained beside her.
"The person you are looking for should be of nomadic blood. The sapphire is exquisite in quality, and it is difficult for ordinary people to use it. Think about Jinling nobles, the only one who comes from nomads is General Hu who is still stationed in the frontier."
Rong Ting analyzed slowly.
"He has a pair of twin daughters, Hu Li and Hu Tang. The person you are looking for is very likely to be them."
When Jiang Rao raised his eyes to look at Rong Ting again, his eyes were as bright as stars falling into the river.
Looking at Rong Ting's eyes is a bit like looking at an omniscient god.
Brilliant and a little adored.
"How do you know so much?"
Rong Ting coughed.
Vision is dim.
He had just returned to Jinling and in order to find her, he went through the roster of all the aristocratic daughters who were about her age in Jinling one by one.
Later, in order to make hairpins for her, I read almost all the books that jewelry craftsmen needed to read, so I knew the connotations of various patterns and the meaning of totems.
"I saw it in a book by accident," he said.
Jiang Rao didn't doubt that he was there, her eyes were still shocked.
I want her younger brother to study more.
She was a little unsure if Hu Li and Hu Tang were on the list for the banquet, so she asked Ming Shao to go down to inquire, then turned around and looked at Rong Ting, and asked him, "Why do I want to find them, don't you want to know?"
She is obviously a character who wants to control everything in her hands, why is she so obedient and peaceful today
Rong Ting thought.
He wants to know everything about her, and even wants to take full control of her.
Ever since he met Ming Shao on the road and recognized the pattern of the totem, he has been thinking about why she wanted to find Hu Li and Hu Tang.
But if he annoys her because of his shackle-like desire to control, the loss outweighs the gain.
But she is soft-hearted.
He could only grasp this point and try his best to treat her well.
So good... that once she abandons him, she will have trouble sleeping and eating for the rest of her life.
So good that she couldn't abandon him at all.
"If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask." His eyes were as dark as ink, like the sea in darkness, under the calm surface, there was almost morbid paranoia hidden, but he smiled gently and said: "I just want to ask you." I want to help you do what you want to do."
…
Just because he said this, Jiang Rao's heart softened even more.
Blame her, because he didn't want to listen to the drama, and couldn't help but think of him as the Jiuye in his dream.
Obviously he has changed.
Although she didn't mention the dream, she still explained to him that she was looking for Hu Li Hutang.
I lied a little, saying that I saw their bracelets before and liked them, and wanted to ask where they bought them.
love their bracelets...
Rong Ting thoughtfully.
…
The shadow of the sun slowly moved from the east to the center of the sky, and at three quarters past, the sound in the auditorium finally stopped.
It's time to go back to the theater.
Jiang Rao stood up and helped Rong Ting move the wheelchair out of the gazebo, and pushed it forward, "I'll take you back to the Listening Academy."
Rong Ting shook his head.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyelashes fluttering, "It's too far from here to the listening theater, I don't want you to work so hard."
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Acted very sensible.
He controlled the wheelchair and took two quick steps, forcing Jiang Rao to let go.
Jiang Rao looked at his back, and two words came to mind.
So good.
But he watched Rong Ting's wheelchair knocked against the stone, and unfortunately, the wheelchair got stuck.
Rong Ting's figure staggered and almost fell down.
In an instant, the number of words in Jiang Rao's mind changed from two to four...
From "good boy" to "weak".
It's just that he missed two steps, and he became like this.
Jiang Rao couldn't help worrying and doubting.
With such a fragile body...
Leg injury... Will it really heal like she dreamed