Rong Ting is much more familiar with this situation.
With a helpless expression on his face, he gave a shallow doting smile, and said to Jiang Rao in a conniving tone, "As long as you like it."
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The head of the Xu family was among the guests invited.
He acts low-key, stays alone in a corner, pours tea and drinks wine, looks indifferent to fame, and seldom communicates with other people.
It's just that he fixed his eyes on the vacant seat next to Yan Nanxun, his eyes were as sophisticated as an eagle, and he lowered his voice and said to the servant next to him, "Bring a message to the palace."
The servant and the palace maid met, and the news brought by the Patriarch of the Xu family finally reached the ears of Empress Jiahe.
Yan Nanxun and several other famous gentlemen in the academy went to the old lady's birthday banquet. There was no class in Bailu Academy, but the seventeenth prince did not have half a day free. He was still practicing calligraphy and reading under the supervision of the grand master.
Behind the curtain, the maid next to Empress Jiahe fanned her and stared closely at the figure of the seventeenth prince writing with a pen.
Whenever he slacked off a little bit, her eyes would narrow slightly, like sharp needles, as if they could penetrate the curtain and fall on the Seventeenth Prince.
Seeing that she was unhappy, the maid stopped shaking the small fan for a while.
It wasn't until the seventeenth prince straightened up again when he heard the noise behind the curtain, and the eyes of Jia and Empress turned soft, that the maid felt relieved and continued to shake the small fan.
Listening to the news brought by the Patriarch of the Xu family, Empress Jiahe frowned slightly.
But he said indifferently: "Even if the cripple was invited to the old lady's birthday banquet in Ning Anbo's mansion, everyone knows that he will not be a king in the future, so how can there be anyone who thinks highly of him? Even if someone really gives him some points You have a good face, and you can see the face of this palace."
She was also afraid of Rong Ting's mad dog-like, unreasonable ruthlessness, but knowing that the person who secretly helped Rong Ting was the one who was idle and only knew how to roam around looking at mountains and rivers. With Jiang Siye, who has no ambitions, as his backer...
She felt that no matter how smart this child was, he was short-sighted, and when he found someone who could help him, he thought that he was a very noble person...
No matter how crazy a mad dog is, it is just a dog and cannot learn from a human being.
Empress Jiahe let out a cold "heh".
I don't know what he is trying to figure out.
Waste takes care of waste.
Empress Jiahe's eyes were relaxed, without any pressure, "Go back to what my father said, and just say that I know."
"It's just..."
"Go and tell my father so that he doesn't have to worry too much. It was Qin Yun who asked her brother-in-law to give Rong Ting an invitation in order to make me unhappy. But in Ning Anbo's mansion, Jiang Xingchuan is in charge of the house, and Jiang Xingzhou can't say anything, why bother?" Why worry so much? As for Qin Yun..."
Empress Jiahe's eyes gradually turned cold, and she suddenly smiled sarcastically, "I have my own way to fix her."
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"I want to know too!"
Jiang Jinxing was dissatisfied with Jiang Rao's decision to let Ming Shao take him away, so he shook off Ming Shao's hand, climbed onto the stone table, stood on it, and stood on tiptoe vigorously. two inches.
"I've grown so tall. I'm not a child. I always know what happens at home."
Jiang Rao didn't want him to be premature, he understood too much at a young age, and lost the fun of childhood early.
He just wanted Ming Shao to take Jiang Jinxing back to the front hall and let him go play with a kid who was about his age.
But Jiang Jinxing has a stubborn temper, and if he knows one thing, he won't look back.
He was full of anger, crossed his arms, and sat down cross-legged on the stone table, like a little monk who was angry while meditating, muttering, "Sister, don't say anything, I will stay here, stay here." No, I'm not leaving."
Ming Shao tried to hug Jiang Jinxing away, but the little guy's chassis was very stable, rooted on the stone table like a mushroom, and she couldn't pull it out.
Ming Shao looked at Jiang Rao sadly: "Girl, don't chase the young master away, he is the eldest son, if he knew something earlier, the road ahead would be easier."
Jiang Jinxing: "That's right."
Jiang Rao sighed, "But I just think he's still young..."
Jiang Jinxing lay down on the stone table depressed, his outstretched arms and legs formed an angry "big" character, almost covering the entire stone table.
Jiang Rao pinched his cheek like a dumpling, knowing that he couldn't be driven away, so she asked him helplessly, "Then if I tell you, do you want to help sister think of a way?"
"I'll help me." Jiang Jinxing got up all at once, his eyes were bright, but he was still young, his brain was single-minded, and he relied on his fists, pointing at the tied maid, and asked, "How did she do it?" What's the matter? Sister, do you want me to beat her up?"
Yingyin, who had been tied up for an hour, trembled heavily.
Jiang Rao was about to explain to Jiang Jinxing, but was stopped by Ming Shao, "Girl, wait."
Ming Shao lowered her head, and whispered in Jiang Rao's ear: "Girl, His Highness Ninth Prince is also here. Didn't you say that others should not know about this matter? Do you want this servant to send him away?"
Beside the stone table, Rong Ting sat there without saying a word, quietly.
Although Ming Shao's voice was soft, it made Rong Ting's fingers tense a little under the sleeve.
Jiang Rao: "I'm talking about not letting outsiders know, but he's not..."
The second sentence "outsider" didn't come out, Jiang Rao choked.
I don't think it's right for her to say that.
The latter words are quietly swallowed back into the stomach,
She glanced at Rong Ting.
Just now—
Afraid of disturbing her, Rong Ting took the initiative to leave.
But when he spoke, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
His body was thin, and he was bathed in the sun, as if he was about to be melted by the sun, his complexion was as pale as snow.
She couldn't bear it at all, and asked him to keep him, and then made him stay——
Jiang Rao said to Ming Shao again: "His Royal Highness is not a nonsense. His leg injury can't help tossing, don't let him go, back and forth, delaying the recovery of the injury."
The conversation between the master and the servant was very low, and a person with normal hearing would not be able to hear clearly just a few steps away.
But Huaiqing still saw a faint blush from behind his master's ear.
…
Jiang Jinxing couldn't wait to hear the ins and outs of the matter, and tugged at Jiang Rao's sleeve restlessly.
Jiang Rao was concise, pointing to the maid who was tied up, "The uncle sent her to poison the two guests who attended the banquet today and the two daughters of General Hu, in order to make her a bad mother. I have something to do Looking for those two sisters, I happened to meet them, so they were arrested here, tortured, and the mastermind behind it was my uncle."
Jiang Jinxing's face turned red after listening to half a paragraph, and he clenched his fists tightly when he heard the second half, "I'll bite her to death!"
"Let's leave this matter to grandfather and see what he says."
But Jiang Rao sighed, worried, "I just don't know when grandpa will come over."
She estimated that it might not be until the banquet at the latest.
Before that, she had to watch here all the time.
Keep waiting even if you are bored.
A pair of slender hands stretched out, pressed the oiled paper bag in front of Jiang Rao with their fingertips, pointed as white as jade, and pushed the jujube cake a little closer to her.
"Eat something first, don't worry before the old man comes."
Rong Ting's voice was gentle and gentle. After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Jinxing, and when he opened his lips again, there were only two short words, "Come here."
He beckoned to Jiang Jinxing.
Jiang Jinxing jumped off the stone table and came to Rong Ting.
Rong Ting was still not satisfied, "Follow me to see that maid."
But when the two of them reached the center of the courtyard, far away from the stone table, Rong Ting stopped.
He narrowed his eyes.
The upturned corners of his eyes and his indifferent gaze made his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, adding a bit of evil to his demeanor.
Rong Ting tilted his head and looked at Jiang Jinxing, "Just now you said you wanted to bite someone?"
Jiang Jinxing ground his back molars and waved his clenched fists in the air, "It's better not only to bite, but to bite to death."
"A dog bites you, and if you bite it, you'll get some hair on your mouth." Rong Ting's deep voice was as soft as a string, and said coldly, "That's what reckless people do."
"Then what should I do?"
Rong Ting glanced at him.
His pupils were under the sunlight, reflected by the sunlight, the color was lighter, and they were as clean as colored glaze.
"Cut a line in the throat, let the blood drop by drop, put it until it is dying, leave a breath, then wear it with an iron stick, dissect it, peel it, remove the bone, chop it into pigs."
— he said so.
Actually not specified.
Just smiling, silent.
The courtyard was quiet and windless, and the shade under the trees remained motionless for a long time.
There were so many people, Rong Ting was silent for a while, but changed the topic from here, and asked Jiang Jinxing, "Do you want to help your sister call your grandfather?"
Jiang Jinxing nodded heavily, "Think."
Rong Ting curled his lips into a smile, with a trace of ruffian in his generous expression.
Like a pretty jerk, lawless.
"I teach you."
He said.
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After a cup of tea—
Jiang Jinxing, who was hiccupping from crying, threw himself into his grandfather's arms all the way, whining loudly.
But apart from yelling "grandfather" and "grandfather", he didn't say anything else.
But the old man was dying of anxiety.
"Who bullied my precious grandson like this?"
Those visitors who were talking happily with the old man, seeing this scene, worried that their children and Jiang Jinxing had a conflict, and wanted to ask for clarification.
"What's the matter, young master?"
But Jiang Jinxing cried for a while, sniffed his nose, wiped away his tears, and said, "Grandfather, I'm fine. Grandma's birthday party is important. I'm fine. I won't bother grandpa anymore."
Didn't say a single useful word, Jingmai behaved.
He slipped out of Ning Anbo's arms, turned his head and ran back to the direction he came from, but continued to whine loudly.
"Why is this child so obedient..."
"I cried like that, and said I was fine."
"Old man, such a small child, you should go and have a look quickly, and don't let anything happen to him."
Listening to everyone's persuasion, Ning Anbo looked at his grandson's back worriedly, and hurriedly ordered the boy to chase after him.
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Jiang Rao was in a hurry to find Jiang Jinxing.
Just now, Jiang Jinxing suddenly ran out crying, as if he had run into something evil.
Being chased by her father all over the yard, the speed at which he was beaten and practiced was astonishing, no maid could catch him, and he didn't know where he was going all of a sudden.
But when she hurried out for a while, she bumped into the young man who was carrying Jiang Jinxing back.
The person who staggered behind was the grandfather.
The old uncle heard the whole story from Jiang Jinxing halfway, and was furious. He pulled Jiang Rao and looked up and down, "Isn't Niannian scared?"
Just after the boy caught up with Jiang Jinxing, Jiang Jinxing whined and told him everything.
The child was very frightened by the poisonous sweet soup, saying that he didn't even have enough to eat, and pinched his stomach and said he was hungry.
"General Hu's daughter, she dares to harm!" The old uncle saw the bound maid in the yard, and knew that what his grandson said to him on the road was true, so his hands shook in anger, "I don't know how to measure it!"
"I, Ning Anbo Mansion, cannot tolerate such a vicious woman."
Jiang Jinxing hiccupped happily.
The old man looked at him when he heard the sound, patted his back, and let him stop crying, but he didn't stop hiccupping, "Look at the methods of that poisonous woman, how scared my grandson is!" .”
Hearing this, Jiang Jinxing cried and hiccupped even more happily, stretched out his chubby hand and made exaggerated gestures, "That soup is sweet, if you drink it, it can kill a child."
He squeezed his eyes, and the effect of the crying acupoint was withdrawn. He had no more tears, so he hiccupped loudly, "I, I dare not drink sweet soup anymore, woo woo woo!"
"Be good." Jiang Jinxing's appearance is as if carved out of the same mold as Jiang Siye. When the old uncle looks at him, he will think of his youngest son, and his heart is very distressed. "Don't be afraid, grandpa will make decisions for you." .”
Jiang Jinxing nodded trustingly.
There were still wet tears on his round face, his wet eyes blinked, and he smiled softly at Jiang Rao as if asking for credit.
That smile seemed to say - I'm good.
Jiang Rao understood what he meant, but she was stunned, not knowing what happened during the time her brother left.
She thought that her younger brother had run into something evil and saw something bad.
It turned out that he was going to call his grandfather