Yu Yinxue got the letter from Rongting calmly, and took advantage of the loophole to find someone to break the shaft of Jiang's carriage.
Jiang Rao finally got into Rong Ting's carriage.
In the whole incident, it was obvious that Rong Ting was the one who was strategizing and reaping the benefits of the fisherman.
People on both sides have to be grateful to him in the end.
"If I hadn't told him where your carriage is, I wouldn't have given him a chance to sabotage it."
The perpetrator's accomplice lowered his eyelids and looked heartbroken.
The light in the carriage was gloomy, the pretty little bastard lowered his head slightly, and whispered to himself, "It's all my fault."
The clothes are white and the face is clean, and the appearance is as clear as a lotus.
Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of his younger brother who was trying to quibble even though the evidence was convincing, and then looked at the young man in front of him who had his head down because of an unintentional mistake—
There is really no comparison between people.
She said: "You did it unintentionally, and being used by others is not your fault."
Rong Ting raised his head slightly, but still looked a little unhappy, and his fingers were still slightly tensed.
"When you meet him in the future, just ignore him." Jiang Rao said, "When I see him, I never pay attention to him."
Rong Ting's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Yeah."
…
It has long been expected that Yu Yinxue would use some low-level means to do things secretly, and she would not get on Yu Yinxue's carriage.
When he told Yu Yinxue which carriage was the Jiang family's, he knew that today he and she would share the carriage.
The young man is like a little fox with white fluff. His beauty is his, and his troubles are his. His scheming and means are also his.
Thinking of his Senior Brother Yu who wholeheartedly wanted to be the son-in-law of the Jiang family, his eyes sharpened for a moment.
"Every year."
He suddenly called her softly.
Jiang Rao, who was lying on the side of the car window and looking out, turned around, but her slender and powerful hands passed behind her, reached into her hair, held the hairpin between them, and pulled her hairpin outward with force.
"Offended."
The waist-length hair immediately poured down.
Jiang Rao was still out of the situation, he had already used his hand as a comb, tied up a man's bun for her again, and inserted a new hairpin.
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Jadeite hairpin with a jade crown in the middle.
He made it himself.
"Your sideburns are messed up. I think the hairpin doesn't fit well. I changed the hairpin for you."
"Ah, so my hair is messed up?"
Jiang Rao covered the top of her head, raised her eyes and subconsciously wanted to look up.
But what her hair looks like, she can't see it even if she bends her neck.
Rong Ting raised his hand and rubbed the tip of her upturned nose, "It's not messed up now."
His fingers were cold, Jiang Rao lowered his head.
She shook her head slightly, but the bun on her head didn't shake wildly, and she obediently accepted the bun and hairpin he made for her.
Rong Ting was finally satisfied.
He likes to see something about him in her.
It's like some kind of implicit indication.
Announcing to others who she is.
The carriage drove all the way to the shooting ground in the suburbs.
The roads in Jinling City are gentle, but the further you go to the outskirts of the city, the roads gradually become winding and bumpy. The carriage is rickety, but the furnishings inside the carriage are very comfortable.
The journey was long, Jiang Rao woke up early in the morning, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon she couldn't resist the drowsiness, and was carried into a dream by Zhou Gong.
Rong Ting was holding a roll of landscape notes in his hand.
It is rainy in Nanzhang, which is not conducive to farming.
No matter how much food is donated there this year, it will only treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. The more food you donate, the more likely it is to foster the inertia of the victims.
But places that are not conducive to farming may not be unable to support other things.
Rong Ting flipped through the scroll in his hand, his eyebrows deep in thought.
Originally, he didn't care how many people died in this world.
He didn't care about his reputation.
But she cared about his reputation.
In exchange for a thousand dans of food and 500 dans of noodles, no one in the academy would dare to ridicule him.
Since she cared, he cared too.
When I looked up, I saw that Jiang Rao beside me had already fallen asleep.
Her little head was nodding down, she felt a little uneasy in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, and she didn't smile.
He shook his head, and took off his coat to put it on her body.
She leaned towards his shoulder suddenly.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she breathed lightly and evenly.
The sleeping posture was much more stable, and the brows were relaxed, as if he had found support.
His figure freezes at this moment.
Outside, the red sun hangs high, and the insects in the fields keep humming.
Inside the small carriage, his whole world became peaceful and quiet.
The prosperity of the world and the rolling world of mortals are no match for her gentle leaning.
He protected her head, pulled the coat around her body, lifted the loose hair around her ears with his fingers, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Niannian."
Jiang Rao didn't wake up.
Rong Ting held a few strands of her black hair in his hand, his voice was still low, but his gaze turned cold, and he murmured in a deep voice, "Don't let another man do it for you again."
Jiang Rao fell into a drowsy sleep.
Had a dream.
She dreamed that her father asked her if she wanted to continue staying in Bailu Academy.
Looking at her expression, she kept a straight face, as if she didn't want her to stay in Bailu Academy anymore.
"Yes." She said immediately.
Rong Ting's fingers wrapped around her ear suddenly stopped.
In Jiang Rao's dream, she didn't wait for her father's reaction. For the second time, she said clearly and anxiously, "Yes!"
"..."
Rong Ting's eyes sank.
As if a little angry, she let go of her fingers wrapped around her hair, and her shoulders tensed uncomfortably.
Even in her dream, the little girl was very alert, as if she had noticed that her pillow was a bit dishonest.
It's like... I have long legs and I want to run!
She quickly moved her head, chased after him, hugged her, and stuck her tighter.
Rong Ting looks thin and thin, but under the white shirt, he has wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin layer of muscle on his back, which is not uncomfortable at all when he is hugged. The daily medicinal bath makes his body smell clean and pleasant, It is reassuring to lean on.
Jiang Rao hugged this human-shaped pillow, and felt very at ease in her sleep.
Rong Ting looked at her for a long time, and finally, he sneered angrily.
"It doesn't matter if you want it."
For those who want to touch her, he can solve it.
…
At the shooting ground, the carriage stopped.
Jiang Rao has not woken up yet.
Her sleeping position had changed from resting on Rong Ting's shoulder to resting on his lap. When she woke up, her soul was almost out of her body, "Is your leg okay?"
Rong Ting waited for her to wake up before calling the coachman to open the door. He panicked and became more and more handy, "They are unconscious."
Jiang Rao was still a little regretful, got out of the carriage before him, and wanted to help him when he got out of the carriage.
She stepped on the small stool to get out of the car, and just as she stepped on her foot firmly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the front, gradually approaching.
Before Jiang Rao looked up and saw something, the small bench was kicked to the ground.
Jiang Rao's foot had stepped on the surface of the bench, but it was suspended in the air in an instant, and almost fell down.
If she hadn't been tightly held by Rong Ting's hand behind her, she might have fallen face down, fell off the carriage, and knocked to the ground.
Jiang Rao frowned angrily.
There was a wild smile on the face of the instigator, "Little dumb, don't get involved with this cripple, you'll be unlucky everywhere."
It's Liu Heguang.
Liu Heguang looked at Jiang Rao, and didn't take "him" seriously, but was dissatisfied that Rong Ting was such a waste that there were still people taking care of him.
He raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and bumped Jiang Rao's shoulder, the action of the dandy pulling each other seemed very unruly, and said, "Why don't you come and find brother."
A face of "you don't know what's interesting" expression.
Xie Tongyan came from behind, and he was on the same level as Liu Heguang, echoing Liu Heguang's words, "Hey, country bumpkin, why don't we show you the real high-ranking officials and nobles in Jinling? ?”
Before the voice finished speaking, "Ouch".
Looking down, the plain-looking little mute firmly stepped on his boots.
The pain caused Xie Tongyan to burst into anger, and he raised his hand to slap Jiang Rao.
His hand was firmly grasped by someone.
"What are you doing, brother?"
Xie Tongyan looked back and saw that it was Pei Songyu, and the palm strength in his hand immediately softened.
Although his father is the chief assistant, he is already old, and in a few years, he may not be able to hold the position of chief assistant for a long time.
Pei Songyu was born in a poor family, but at a young age, he is an official servant, and he is a leader among the rising stars.
Although Pei Songyu and Xie Tongyan were of the same generation, when Xie Tongyan saw him, he obediently lowered his head as if he was seeing an elder.
The well water does not interfere with the river water, so he dragged Liu and Guang away.
Pei Songyu looked at Jiang Rao.
He didn't recognize that Jiang Rao was actually a girl, and only thought that he was Jiang Siye's adoptive son, and said apologetically, "Those two juniors are stubborn by nature, they caused trouble, and caused trouble for the younger brother."
Jiang Rao glanced at him gratefully and pursed her lips.
Rong Ting frowned, afraid that she would write in another man's hand as if she was holding his hand to write, so she said reluctantly first, "Thank you, brother."
Pei Songyu smiled at them.
He looked at Jiang Rao, "Fourth Master is not here, but he asked me to take care of you and Brother Jin. I blamed me for being late, and an accident almost happened just now. Righteous brother, you can walk with me from now on, so as not to cause accidents."
Jiang Rao was thinking about it when suddenly her sleeves were gently pulled.
she turned back.
He met Rong Ting's pitiful eyes.
If there are two puppy ears on the top of the head, they must be drooping at this moment.
Jiang Rao thought that she had just slept all the way with her pillow on his leg, fearing that his leg injury would recur due to the burden she caused, so she watched him all the time, and was really worried.
She turned her head and shook her head at Pei Songyu.
Pei Songyu has a gentle personality and never loves to be difficult by others, so he smiled slightly, "My foster brother takes care of himself."
As for what fourth master ordered him to do, he just needs to protect it in secret.
Jiang Rao nodded with a smile.
It was only then that Pei Songyu realized that although this foster brother was not outstanding in appearance, when he smiled, his eyes were bright.
It's a pity that I can't speak.
He touched her head and left with a smile.
Jiang Rao watched him leave, thinking of his situation in the previous dream, she felt inexplicably more guilty.
The sleeves were hooked back again, and an unhappy voice sounded from behind her, "Senior brother Pei is the best student in the academy."
"The gentlemen praised his talent, and his brothers often surrounded him to discuss knowledge with him."
Rong Ting's eyes were gloomy, "He is so popular, unlike me, he has a dull temperament and is not liked by others."
He gently moved the finger bones that were pulling her sleeve, and shook her sleeve, "Only you can stay with me, don't go."
So pitiful, pitiful.
Jiang Rao nodded heavily.
…
There are already crowds of people around the shooting ground.
Jiang Rao frowned slightly as she watched a noble lady from an aristocratic family sitting there far away from the arena.
If she had known that she could come in as a woman, she wouldn't have had to make herself ashamed.
It's been a long time since I left Jinling, so I don't know the details of some small places.
She withdrew her gaze, but she didn't know that a tangled gaze was cast on her from afar.
Shen Xiuying looked at the person who was pushing the wheelchair for Rong Ting, twisting the veil tightly in his hand.
She heard that His Highness Ninth Prince would come, so she came to this dirty dirt field specially today.
How could others get close to Rong Ting, but she couldn't
Why is everything different from her previous life
Obviously in his last life, his temper was so weird that no matter if he was a man or a woman, no matter who he was, except for the little maid beside him, no one else would even touch his clothes.
Jiang Jinxing ran towards Jiang Rao.
He held a long whip in one hand, and a large curved bow in the other.
Jiang Rao thought he was looking for her, but she didn't want Jiang Jinxing to come to her, but the person watching was Rong Ting.
He handed the bow and arrow in front of Rong Ting, "Big brother, do you want to shoot?"
He still remembered Rong Ting's prestige when he rescued him in Yecheng.
Jiang Rao twisted his face, but what she remembered was Rong Ting's injured arm, and whispered: "Don't mess around."
She took Jiang Jinxing's hand, looked around, and saw that the servants of their family were left far to the west of the venue by Jiang Jinxing.
Write in the palm of Rong Ting, "I'll send my brother to Jiang Ping's place, and I'll be back in a moment."
Rong Ting nodded.
Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan's provocation failed, but they were taught a lesson by Pei Songyu, full of anger in their stomachs.
Seeing that there was no one around Rong Ting at the moment, he boldly came over again, "Young Master Jiang is counting on the wrong person, a waste who has to be taken care of, how can he know how to shoot arrows."
Xie Tongyan pointed to the target with long arrows on the bull's eye, and threw a longbow and quiver into Rong Ting's arms, proud and majestic, "See, this is my master's ability. If you have the ability, you can also show it." Let Grandpa see."