Empress Jiahe said extremely aggrieved: "Xiao Jiu was raised by my concubine. Naturally, my concubine knows that he is a good boy and never said he was sorry. The love is deep and the concubine is afraid that he will go the wrong way. That's why it's always so harsh."
Emperor Zhaowu frowned slightly, but said sharply: "The empress should pay more attention to her words and deeds."
At the palace banquet, all the concubines were present.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jia and the empress were very embarrassed, but no matter how angry they were, they couldn't take it out on the emperor, and they had to bow their heads and admit their mistakes, "It's my concubine's fault."
After returning to Jinxiu Palace, she clenched her fists angrily.
The academy was taking a rest, the seventeenth prince was teasing the parrot by the window, Jia and the queen glanced at it, and muttered angrily, "It's worthless."
The Seventeenth Prince withdrew his hand, and a timid depression flashed in his lowered eyes.
Empress Jiahe didn't even have the mood to scold him today, so she lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.
Before her father reminded her not to keep tigers infesting her, she didn't take it seriously.
Although he was dissatisfied with allowing Ting to enter the Bailu Academy, but no matter how capable a useless person is, how much trouble can he make
But if Yun Guifei forms an alliance with Rong Ting, there will be some troubles.
Empress Jiahe thought of Rong Ting for a while, and then thought of Concubine Yun Gui for a while, her heart became more and more blocked.
Rong Ting in Bailu Academy really does not make her feel more at ease than seeing him right under her nose.
Today's incident, if it wasn't for the fact that Bailu Academy was far away and the news was slow to come back, she would not have lost face in front of Emperor Zhaowu and made Qin Yun a good joke.
Empress Jiahe resentfully thought that it was time to find a way to get Rong Ting to leave Bailu Academy.
"Where is the Ninth Prince?"
The maid replied: "Although it's the holiday, the Ninth Prince stayed in the academy to copy the lonely copy and did not return to the palace."
Since Rong Ting entered the Bailu Academy, he almost never returned to the palace.
Jiahe Queen frowned.
"It really makes people feel uncomfortable."
Empress Jiahe sneered, "I won't make him happy either."
She suddenly remembered many years ago.
It's the end of the year, and the palace is decorated with lanterns and festoons everywhere.
She was pregnant with Xiaoshiqi, hugging the stove, watching the snow scene on the tall building.
A stumbling figure jumped out from the end of the snow-covered palace road.
The figure was quickly smashed to the ground by the snow ball.
It was the young Rong Ting, who was chased and thrown snowballs by the children of those concubines who had a bad relationship with her.
The child was weak in body and bones, couldn't run smoothly, and was outnumbered. He stood up again and again, but was knocked down again and again.
I couldn't get up until I crawled, lying on the ground and calling "Queen Mother", looking cold and pitiful.
But she smiled.
That was the first time she was so happy after raising this low-blooded child against her will, which she hated to the extreme.
Back then, the child's biological mother was favored, and she was suffering from a serious illness.
However, Emperor Zhaowu was attracted by the vixen's beauty and means, and was obsessed with the beauty town, and ignored her.
But in the end
Her little boy is not helpless, falling into her grasp.
…
Empress Jiahe's eyes brightened a little because of the memories, and she ordered the maids who attended her, "In a few days, take the exam on the hunting ground, and find a way to let the Ninth Prince go."
For the final acceptance test of the hunting class, Egret Academy has been set up in the shooting range on the outskirts of the city every year.
People can come and watch to show fairness.
Empress Jiahe spoke softly, but her face seemed to be sneering, "Train his character."
Let him look at the high spirits of others, and then look at his current incompleteness.
It's better to show an angry and crazy ugly face in public, so that others can see how crazy he is.
…
that year.
In the snow, the figure of the little boy finally stood up tremblingly, hiding from the people behind who poured snowballs into his neck, his fingers were scratched and bleeding, and he knocked on the door desperately.
He knew his mother was inside.
That rich door was closed tightly from beginning to end.
It cuts off the two worlds, one cold and one warm, and fits perfectly.
…
Inside the study.
The young man was facing the table, sitting upright, copying classics with his wrists hanging.
He held the pen with his fingers bent, and on the end of the knuckle of his right index finger, a pale white wound mark could be seen.
Jiang Rao sat on the opposite side of Rong Ting, wearing the mask her father had drawn for her.
She got permission from Yan Nanxun to go everywhere in the academy, and the boy in the study didn't dare to stop her anymore, obediently let her go.
Entering the study, I wanted to help him copy the lonely copy, but Rong Ting refused.
"These classics are all isolated copies. There are missing words and sentences in some places. They have to be circled and proofread with the master at the end. It's quite complicated. It's better for me to copy it alone."
The characters in the ancient books are rare, and with her little strength, her wrists will ache after copying for a while.
But he didn't want her out of his sight.
"Just help me turn the pages of the book."
Jiang Rao nodded.
but want to...
His habit is exactly the same as that of him in the original dream.
Whatever book he wanted to read in the dream, he would always assign her to read it page by page.
And he didn't move a finger at all, propped his head, said he was reading a book, rather he was watching her—
Have you turned the pages of the book properly
At that time, she was afraid that if she was not careful, she would anger him and be beheaded like others. The strings in her heart were tense, and she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.
At this moment, he dared to stare at his writing hand unscrupulously.
Jiang Jinxing poked his head out from under the window, "Brother Yi, brother Yi."
He finally realized his dream of having an older brother. Although he was different from the tall, burly and fighting brother he had imagined, he still wanted to take Jiang Rao out for a walk.
"I want to go to the horse riding and archery test in a few days. Dad won't let me go, saying I'm just playing along."
He looked at Jiang Rao with watery puppy eyes, Jiang Rao was stared softly, "I will accompany you then."
Huai Qing came back from the outside at this time, "His Royal Highness, the notice to go to the shooting range for the test in a few days is posted, and the notice says that everyone must go."
Huai Qing glanced at Rong Ting's legs worriedly, "Do you want me to refuse to His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
Two days ago, Rong Ting also told him that it would be fine not to go to such useless activities.
He only asked one more question out of caution.
In fact, I have already made a plan in my heart. After getting Rong Ting's approval, I will go to the two gentlemen who teach two lessons of riding and archery to refuse to go to the riding and shooting range.
"No need to say no."
The deep voice seemed to have been well thought out.
Huai Qing couldn't understand his master's operation again.
How do you say that if you change your mind, you will change your mind
…
On the day of the riding and archery test, horse-drawn carriages were waiting outside Bailu Academy.
Jiang Jinxing learned how to ride a horse recently, and Jiang Rao gave him a red-blooded pony, which was freshly ridden on the road at dawn.
He rode alone, with more than a dozen servants of the Jiang family following behind him to protect him from any danger.
Outside the academy, the coachman who was waiting to escort Jiang Rao checked the carriage and horses, but suddenly wiped his sweat in a hurry.
Jiang Rao didn't go out until her father fixed up Jiang Youfu's makeup for her. The pace was a bit slower. When she left the academy, there were very few carriages left outside.
The coachman said anxiously: "Master Blessed, one of the shafts of our car is broken, I have to spend at least half an hour to fix it, but after that time, I'm afraid it will be too late to ride on the shooting range."
The coachman suggested: "Why don't you go."
A trace of hesitation flashed in Jiang Rao's eyes.
She promised her brother that she would go, but now his brother has already left, if she doesn't go.
The younger brother must think that Jiang Youfu is not a good brother.
Just as he was thinking about whether to go back to Ning Anbo's mansion to find a carriage, an elegant and smiling young master suddenly appeared in front of him.
"What's the trouble, little boy?"
Yu Yinxue originally thought that Jiang Siye's adoptive son in the countryside hadn't been served at the birthday banquet last time, and he had never seen anyone else, so his identity was probably not worth mentioning in Jiang's residence.
Compared with this adopted son, he still wants to please the real young master of the Jiang family.
But when Jiang Jinxing saw him, he raised his whip and threw it away when he saw him. He didn't dare to offend him, and he didn't want to say anything when he was really hit. He didn't want to suffer at all, so he could only stay away from Jiang Jinxing.
But he often saw Jiang Jinxing being very close to this adopted son, and he could also see that Mr. Yan and Fourth Master Jiang treated his adopted son well.
Since that adopted son still has some weight...
Yu Yinxue used his brains.
That adoptive son, like him, came from a bad family background, so it might be easier to please him.
But Jiang Youfu always avoided him, so that he had no chance to get close to him.
Fortunately, today, he created an opportunity for himself.
Yu Yinxue looked at the coachman with guilt on his face, and said within the plan, "Is there something wrong with the carriage?"
He appointed someone to break the carriage shaft, taking advantage of the coachman's unpreparedness.
Speaking of this matter, I would like to thank Rong Ting, he was the one who pointed it out for him yesterday, so he recognized the Jiang family's carriage.
He invited Jiang Rao, "Why don't you go with me in a carriage."
Jiang Rao heard the tone of Yu Yinxue's warm invitation, but there were eight words in his head——
Opportunistic and prodigal.
She shook her head heavily.
Even if there is nothing wrong with Yu Yinxue's conduct, she will not get in Yu Yinxue's carriage.
Even if she is a man now, she can't easily get into a stranger's carriage.
Then a horse neighed.
A carriage stopped here, and after the curtain was lifted, a picturesque face was revealed.
"Senior brother, Mr. Jiang."
Rong Ting seemed to be surprised and said: "Why don't you leave?"
He was dressed in white, gentle as water, "How about getting into my carriage?"
Jiang Rao climbed up as if she had found a savior.
Rong Ting leaned over and gave her a hand.
The other hand was raised to protect the top of her head.
Yu Yinxue ran into walls one after another, feeling a little upset, but thinking that Rong Ting had just asked if they wanted to get in his carriage, he immediately had a good impression of this little junior brother.
Even if he couldn't get in the same car with Jiang's adoptive son as he wished, and get closer, the three of them would be fine together.
Yu Yinxue followed Jiang Rao and wanted to board the carriage.
But after opening the car door and seeing two people sitting inside, there was no free seat.
The free space is all used for wheelchairs.
Yu Yinxue: "..."
Rong Ting looked at him apologetically, "Brother, blame my carriage for being too small to squeeze more people."
Jiang Rao also looked at Yu Yinxue.
Eyes moist and clear.
The pupils of the pupils seem to be written in large characters that drive people away: Hurry up!
Rong Ting: "There is still space in the carriage that Huai Qing and the book boy are in."
Yu Yinxue choked suddenly.
What's the use of being in a carriage with those eunuchs.
"I'll take my own carriage." He walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
…
On the other end, Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan looked at the direction of Rong Ting's carriage, and there was cool disdain in their voices.
"The relationship between the two cripples is good."
"The disabled can play with him, and I don't know what use he is in a wheelchair on the shooting ground."
"If there is a horse stepping towards him, I'm afraid I can't dodge it."
The two laughed.
…
The carriage turned slowly and Jiang Rao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked out the window worriedly.
"My family's carriage, how can I say it's broken?"
When she was in Yecheng, the horse her father was riding also suddenly went mad.
To this day, she has not been able to find out who the real culprit is from her father.
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids, leaning against the car wall, looking casual and lazy.
He seemed to be unintentional, and casually mentioned, "Brother Yu asked me yesterday which carriage is the Ning Anbo Mansion's carriage."
"Could it be him?"
Jiang Rao muttered something, but Rong Ting raised his eyes, he frowned, and coughed emotionally.
The carriage traveled very smoothly on the flat road.
"If it's him, it's all my fault."
Shengxue's white clothes made him more sickly and weak, his brows were frowned in mourning, like a sick beauty about to cough up her heart, covering her face with her sleeves, coughing continuously.
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Jiang Rao was very worried for a moment, "Why do I have to blame you?"