Sitting withered until dawn, Jiang Rao was absent-minded, finished his breakfast hastily, and went out to the west of the city.
Fourth Master Jiang saw that she had been depressed by herself for three or four days. This morning, he specially asked the kitchen to make her favorite soup dumplings, but seeing that she left the door without moving her chopsticks a few times, he felt strange in his heart, and called Jiang Rao's house. A maid from the village came over.
"What have you been up to lately?"
He was still waiting for his daughter to take the initiative to complain to him, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to wait day by day.
Jiang Siye sighed in his heart, how much she liked to pester him when she was a child, but when she grew up, she didn't like him as an old father, and he had to find out by himself.
The servant girl said: "The girl often goes to the west side of the city recently."
Jiang Siye's old father was sad, "What are you going to the west of the city for?"
"It seems to be looking for a young boy who is two or three years older than her."
Old Jiang's father rang an alarm in his heart, frowned, and his face turned cold.
On the side, Jiang Qinshi frowned and smiled, and asked, "Is that young man good-looking?"
Jiang Qinshi is thirty-four years old, and she looks like a young girl who is sixteen or seventeen years old. At first glance, she is a woman who has suffered all kinds of preferential treatment.
She thought to herself that her daughter might be just like her, who only looks at appearances, and she might have found a husband for herself early on.
Seeing his wife's expression, Fourth Master Jiang knew what she was thinking.
Thinking of the picture of his daughter getting married in the future, the usually gentle and free-spirited man slapped the table with a temper, "It's not good to look good, how old is every year?!"
Jiang Qinshi raised her eyebrows, "If you had agreed to her marriage with the Ninth Prince that year, you would have had a beautiful elder brother to be your future husband since childhood."
In the year Jiang Rao was born, Emperor Zhao Wu intended to make a baby marriage for Jiang Rao and the then two-year-old Ninth Prince Rong Ting.
Jiang Qinshi saw that the two-year-old boy was born exquisite and beautiful, and heard that his biological mother was a rare beauty in the world, and he thought that his future appearance would not be wrong, so he was a little moved.
It's a pity that Jiang Xingzhou politely rejected this baby kiss.
"Niannian is my heart, and I will definitely find her the best man in the world to be her husband." Jiang Siye snorted coldly as he recalled the past because of Jiang Qinshi's words.
He put on his critical attitude early on, "I don't like the Ninth Prince's sick and thin appearance."
What's more, he knew in his heart that this marriage was not that simple.
The Ninth Prince was born and lost his mother, so he has nothing to rely on in the palace. Even if the emperor cares about him, there are always omissions.
The emperor intentionally put his daughter and the Ninth Prince together, clearly looking for the Jiang family to be a backer for his helpless and poor son.
But in a place like the deep palace that eats people, if there is no one who sincerely protects him, then it may not be easy for him to survive, let alone if there is a dispute over the heirloom in the future, a prince with no background like him is The life of cannon fodder.
He never wanted to see his daughter a widow before she was married.
…
The hut in the west of the city, inside and outside the house, servants of the Jiang family came in and out.
Ever since the day Jiang Rao fell off the wall, she has been ashamed.
But the young man needs manpower to watch over here, so she sent more than a dozen servants to guard here.
These servants came in and out to renovate this dilapidated hut in the west of the city. The inside of the hut was full of rare medicinal materials taken from the Jiang family's treasury.
With the wheelchair on his back, Rong Ting sat by the window.
He looked at the figures walking back and forth outside the house, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came to his ears.
He knew the cause and effect of this incident in his heart, knowing that she felt guilty for hitting him, so he called some servants over.
But recalling the scene that day, his brows and eyes sank.
It never occurred to him to save her.
Whoever dies and who lives has nothing to do with him.
When he was six years old, he once witnessed the Tenth Prince being pushed into a pond by a mad concubine.
The tenth prince, who had been arrogantly bullying him time and time again together with other children, choked on water in his nose, and when he was about to be submerged by the water, he finally looked a little bit like a royal brother.
That was the first time he had called his brother—when he could have saved his life.
But the voice of the tenth prince begging for mercy was sad, but a gleam of joy flashed in Rong Ting's eyes.
He stood aside with his hands behind his back, watching with cold eyes, until the tenth prince sank into the bottom of the water, he didn't make any movement.
A living person dies and sinks to the bottom like a fish, so much quieter.
Cold-blooded, selfish, he wouldn't move a single inch when his own brother died, obviously this kind of person was him.
She should be left alone.
It was right to watch her fall into the snow with cold eyes.
But the moment he saw her fall, his body reacted very quickly.
Even after being hit on her leg by her, the wound on her leg hurt like a knife, but she was the first to breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, she was fine.
It's so weird that it doesn't look like him at all.
But the abnormality at this moment, the price is too great.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, staring at his two legs.
It used to be painful here, but these days... it has become like a piece of wood, without feeling, and I can't even feel the pain.
Below the hipbone, it seems to be empty, even if the two legs are directly sawed off, I am afraid it will be the same as now.
Only then did he see a little hope of being able to stand up again, but in the end—
Rong Ting's eyes were filled with gloom.
When he was in a coma, he vaguely heard everything the old doctor said.
From then on he was a completely crippled, useless piece of trash.
Unable to return to Beijing, the remaining forces in Beijing are also useless. If one step fails, one step fails, he will always be inferior to others.
As if a knife had been stabbed at his heart, Rong Ting's fist clenched beside him shook unwillingly.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound by the window.
He looked up, and by the window sill, a head with two girls' buns stuck out.
It's Jiang Rao.
She lay down by the window, showing her head, and said in a solemn tone, "I have found a way to heal your leg injury."
Her eyes full of autumn water, because of crying several times, the corners of her eyes are still wet and red, like pomegranate grains that have just been bitten, water red, full of moist tears.
She looked at Rong Ting with a face of shame.
Seeing his pale lips, weak body, eyes full of ashes, gloomy and lonely, she felt distressed again.
It was she who made him look so decadent.
It's all her fault.
She lowered her eyes reproachfully, and promised softly, "I will bring the medicine back. You have to wait for me to come back."
The carriage out of the city was waiting outside, Jiang Rao didn't say much, just said these two sentences in a hurry, then boarded the carriage and left.
The carriage drove all the way out of the city.
When driving past the city gate, the county magistrate's handwritten notice on the wall was torn off by the strong wind and patted on the carriage.
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Wait for her to come back.
Thinking of her swearing eyes and her hurriedly leaving back just now, Rong Ting frowned fiercely, and the strange feeling in her heart took a step further.
He never tried to trust anyone.
From the moment he had the memory, everyone around him was deceiving him, lying to him, and humiliating him, and no one really treated him well.
Only if he didn't believe it, he didn't look so stupid.
It's just so ridiculous and pitiful, maintaining the last bit of dignity and backbone.
But now, with her getting closer, the defense line in his heart is shaken day by day, and it is destroyed at a speed that makes him panic.
Her bright black eyes, which were as clean as water, were as clear as a stream, cowardly and soft, and her eyes were always on him.
As if, really cared about him.
Rong Ting resisted himself to think like this, and kept thinking about it uncontrollably, his temples ached sharply.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Without saying hello, one of them walked in with a pig's face with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
If it weren't for the clothes on his body, but only for his face, no one would have recognized him as Wang Zhou - his face was so swollen that his own mother wouldn't have recognized him.
Wang Zhou ate Bawang meal that day, and was beaten up by the owner of the restaurant, and lost all his money.
He was covered in bruises and hurt everywhere. He couldn't even walk, but crawled back.
People came and went in and out of the hut, and it was so lively that it was not as deserted as before. Wang Zhou thought he had gone to the wrong place, but after inquiring, he found out that Jiang Rao had sent him.
Thinking that he was suffering outside, but Rong Ting stayed here comfortably and was served by others, Wang Zhou was jealous with jealousy.
He stood against the wall, bared his teeth, rubbed medicine on his bruised and festered wound, and said sarcastically, "Miss from a rich family just has a leisurely heart."
He looked coolly at Rong Ting who glanced out of the window, and his tone of voice was sour, "Don't look at her helping this group and that, she is just a rich lady living a boring life, pity you, pity you, It's just to pass the day with nothing to do. What she gave you is just something she doesn't need. "
He sneered twice, "Wait someday she's not interested in you, let's see if she will come to you!"
What responded to him was a "bang" on the door.
Rong Ting turned the wheels of the wheelchair and went outside the house, his back was clear and indifferent.
Because of his indifferent attitude, Wang Zhou felt as if he had hit the cotton with his fist, and he stopped talking. Soon, he spat in disdain.
He felt that what he just said was not wrong at all, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Jiangrao is so kind to work for a cripple who is about to die!
Rong Ting went all the way to the door and stopped at the threshold.
On the snowy road outside, two rows of deep ruts were printed.
It is the rut of a wagon wheel.
He looked at it for a long time, but shook his head.
He didn't believe in Wang Zhou, but he believed in himself.
No one will really treat him well.
When he was young, it wasn't that there were no palace maids who secretly stuffed him with steamed buns.
But after being discovered by the queen's people, he turned to claim that the steamed bun was stolen from the kitchen by himself.
He understands better than anyone—
The little kindness that others give on a whim is fragile once it threatens themselves.
…
Four days in a flash.
For four days, Rong Ting did not see Jiang Rao again.
He suppressed the inexplicable expectation and anxiety in his heart, thinking, this is the right way.
Whether she comes now or not, it has nothing to do with him.
Even if she comes now, she will always get tired of it one day in the future.
In the end he will be alone.
But it's been four days...
Rong Ting felt a little strange.
Even when she wasn't coming, he wanted to know what she was doing.
This thought tormented him for four full days, and when he realized it, he found that he had turned the wheelchair and went outside.
There were two old women in the street, chatting—
"When the carriage passed the mountainside, it was hit by a snowball rolling down from the top of the mountain, and it turned over the cliff."
"It's too coincidental. If it passed by a little earlier and a little later, it wouldn't have encountered such a thing!"
"What about the people in the carriage? Are they still alive?"
"I don't know... There are a lot of people watching at the foot of the mountain, maybe they are dead!"
"It's terrible, the snow is so heavy, why do some people really want to leave the city, what can be bigger than life!"
On Rong Ting's face, he still had the indifferent look he was used to.
until-
"This carriage seems to belong to the family from Jinling, don't they not know how dangerous the snowy mountain road is here..."
There was a sudden disturbance in the ancient well.
At this time, a figure appeared in the distance in the snow.
The figure gradually approached, it was the maid who occasionally followed Jiang Rao.
The maid approached him with red eyes, and when she approached, she stuffed bottles of pills and a few medical books into his arms, but was choked up, unable to speak for a while.
Rong Ting suddenly remembered the two carriage marks he saw outside his house four days ago, and the chatter of the two old ladies just now.
Four days ago, Jiang Rao made some strange promises.
His brow twitched heavily.
Why did he only see her maid but not her
His usually calm voice trembled slightly, showing an uncontrollable anxiety. He asked, "Your girl, where is she?"
Ming Shao's eyes were already red, but when he heard him asking about Jiang Rao's news, she first choked up, and then, uncontrollable tears rolled down from her eyes.
She collapsed and sat on the ground, crying loudly, with uncontrollable grief in her crying.