He didn't listen to her answer, but Fourth Master Jiang smiled faintly, "I told you to pretend to be dumb so that no one would see through, so now you're just pretending to be an adult? Forget it, go to the academy."
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After entering Bailu Academy, every step Jiang Rao took was extraordinarily fresh.
It's not because I feel fresh after entering the academy. It's because she is now her father's adopted son.
Jiang Rao couldn't help but imitate Jiang Ping's walking gait, and after a while, she became seven to eighty percent like her, with sharp and swift steps.
It was just the difference of two or three points, which still made Jiang Ping sigh, "Gu...young master, your posture of swinging your arms is wrong, so just walk as you usually do. The fourth master said that you are sick and weak, and your gait is weak when you walk. It's okay to be smaller."
Jiang Rao shook her head.
The posture of swinging the arm is wrong...
She directly put her hands behind her back, and walked forward with a round belly stuffed with cloth.
Jiang Jinxing was taken by Fourth Master Jiang to meet Yan Nanxun, and soon after, Yan Nanxun sent a servant over to lead Jiang Rao and Jiang Ping to visit the academy.
The scenery in the academy is different from the outside, there are no roses and crabapples dotted on the walls, only the bamboo forest.
Lush green but monotonous, apart from that, there is no other color.
It is indeed a good place to study.
When she thought that it was she who sent Rong Ting here to study, the corners of her lips curled up slightly with pride.
Curious where Rong Ting was, Jiang Rao picked up a small wooden stick. Anyway, he is now a man, so don't worry too much about his manners. Jiang Rao squatted down on the ground and wrote a few words——
"Take me to see His Highness Ninth Prince."
Jiang Ping thought that if Fourth Master knew that Miss, you came to see His Highness the Ninth Prince, he might regret the makeup he spent the whole time putting on you, Miss.
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Sishi, after class.
Liuge Lao's grandson and Xie Shoufu's family's legitimate son still looked like they couldn't get used to Rong Ting.
The class just now was not Yan Nanxun's class, but the economics taught by another old Confucian scholar who had some disagreements with Yan Nanxun.
It is impossible to have the situation where Fourth Master Jiang was killed in the middle of the way last time. Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan didn't restrain themselves at all. When they came out of the school, they bumped into Rong Ting's wheelchair very deliberately.
But first let out an "ouch".
"Go to the middle of the road to block others from walking, don't you have long legs? You won't walk aside."
"Forgot, it is indeed a crippled one. Both legs are useless. Tomorrow's riding and archery class will have to be absent again."
Rong Ting watched coldly, with a calm expression, neither angry nor frightened.
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Just in time, the third prince passed by.
But he glanced at Rong Ting and Liu Xie, hesitated for a moment, but walked away.
Even if he wants to make friends with Rong Ting, but Xie Shoufu and Liu Ge Lao, those two people are more people who can't afford to offend.
Comparing the two sides, he knew at a glance which side the balance was leaning on and whether he should help.
Liu Xie and the others thought that the third prince would stop to help Rong Ting, but when they saw him leaving in a hurry, afraid of being involved, they laughed ironically and walked away.
From a distance, their sarcastic laughter can still be heard.
Rong Ting raised his eyes, glanced at the direction where they disappeared, just one glance.
But many figures similar to Liu Xie flashed before his eyes.
There are people like the third prince.
Each is dirty and ugly in its own way.
His fingers holding the wheelchair were white and white, and the tails of his exquisite and beautiful phoenix eyes silently climbed to a deep level of disgust and irritability.
The heart is getting colder and harder.
Until his eyes fell to the moon-white jade pendant hanging at his waist, he finally chose to remain silent.
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During lunch, the other students each had their own cliques, twos, threes, and threes grouped together, but Rong Ting seemed to be deliberately separated, and everyone avoided him like the plague.
He sat alone at the table in the corner, and the food in front of him was still the same as the previous few days, with clear soup and little water, no meat but no vegetables.
Rong Ting knew what was going on.
On the day Xu Shanqing came to see the Seventeenth Prince, in order to let people know that he treats his grandson equally, he pretended to visit him.
From that day on, the atmosphere in the academy changed.
From food and daily life, to the two Liu Xie who often come to trouble him.
Everywhere is unsatisfactory.
Probably the old fox didn't want him to stay in Bailu Academy anymore.
But these days are much better than when I was a child.
What's more, she asked for his letter of recommendation from her father.
Even if the days are really bad like when he was a child, he will not let her down.
A familiar footstep came, and Rong Ting's expression moved slightly.
The boy raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, he turned his head and looked back.
But he saw a young master with a round figure and an ordinary face looking towards him.
There was a look of disappointment on his face.
Obviously the footsteps are the same.
The gloomy gaze gradually became displeased.
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But the young man quickened his pace a little and walked towards him, his face was as ordinary as a strange one, except for a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars, which made people unable to move their eyes away.
Not only the sound of footsteps, but also the eyes are similar.
Rong Ting's displeasure almost rose to the extreme.
similar to her...
He deserves it too.
He moved his finger bones, feeling an urge to grab the ugly, slender neck in front of him.
Seeing that Rong Ting really didn't recognize her, the little girl smiled with an ordinary rough man's face.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he said in a very low voice, "It's me."
Rong Ting was stunned.
At this time, Jiang Ping brought Jiang Rao some food and came back, calling Jiang Rao, "Young master."
Rong Ting frowned deeply.
Jiang Rao signaled Jiang Ping to put down the meal, and let Jiang Ping and Huai Qing go down to eat together.
There were footsteps of other scholars behind her, and she dared not speak.
Pulling Rong Ting's hand over, spread out his fingers, and write on the palm of his hand.
Fourth Master Jiang was careful, except for her cheeks and neck, she also applied a special yellow clay on the back of her wrists and hands. The skin color was almost the same as her face, as if she had been in the sun for a long time, that sallow yellow.
But her fingertips and palms were still fair, and the cardamom on her fingernails was washed clean, revealing the original lustrous pink color.
Jiang Rao wrote each word in Rong Ting's palm.
"My daddy helped me dress up as a man"
"I am now his weak and sick dumb son"
"Called Jiang Youfu"
Rong Ting restrained the itch that spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, and asked her, "Can't talk?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
"Alright," he said.
Rong Ting withdrew his hand, and the palm fell back under the sleeve, clenched tightly, as if to keep the warmth.
Watching Jiang Rao's eyes become softer, which is very different from just now.
It seemed that he wasn't the one who called people ugly in his heart just now.
Jiang Rao glanced at her own rice, and then at Rong Ting's rice, a little confused.
Anyway, she is a "boy" at this moment, and it doesn't matter if the public pulls Rong Ting's hand. Jiang Rao fished Rong Ting's drooping hand up again, and wrote a few words slowly, "What do you mean?" Eat so little”
"That's all that was given in the kitchen."
Rong Ting said calmly.
This time, he didn't take back his hand, and directly spread it on the table. He was originally a person who didn't talk much, but today he suddenly became talkative.
Uncharacteristically, several questions were thrown in succession.
"How did you get into Bailu Academy?"
"Did your father bring it in?"
"Where did you find men's clothes that fit?"
After speaking, he waited for Jiang Rao to write on his hand.
Hearing that there was someone behind him, Jiang Rao held back his hand, holding his hand and writing and drawing tirelessly.
But after writing a few words in his palm, she quit.
If you continue to toss, the food will be cold.
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While eating, Jiang Rao stared at Rong Ting's food, feeling more and more strange.
Although the meals of other scholars were not much better, they could at least fill their stomachs. Unlike the ones given to him, he was obviously not full.
She couldn't figure out what happened for a while, and she was afraid that holding Rong Ting's handwriting and drawing would delay his meal.
Then he frowned, first put all the meat in her bowl into Rong Ting's bowl, and wanted to ask later.
The tip of the chopsticks met another pair of chopsticks that were picking meat into her bowl halfway.
When they raised their eyes, their eyes met, and the two who were doing the same thing were both in the same daze.
Jiang Rao froze, looking at Rong Ting opposite.
Unlike her bowl with several pieces of meat, in the bowl in front of him, the bottom of the soup was clear.
Only the piece he wanted to give her was meat.
The young man's appearance is picturesque, with broad shoulders and a figure like bamboo, which is both beautiful and rustic.
Jiang Rao's heart trembled inexplicably.