Rong Ting in the dream.
Jiang Siye saw that his daughter had asked for this letter to read, and asked her, "Do you know who is written in this letter?"
It was the first time Jiang Siye saw such a cruel method, he frowned, "I sent people out to search for it several times, but I couldn't find such a person."
Jiang Rao shook his head.
The cruel and bloody man in the dream really regarded human life as nothing, and took pleasure in torturing people. He had blood on his hands. It's a pity that there was nowhere to escape in the dream, otherwise she would definitely avoid him.
But Rong Ting is not him anymore.
Besides, his leg injury has not healed, so he can't just "stand in front of the hall".
Seeing her shaking his head, Fourth Master Jiang couldn't figure it out, "Maybe Mrs. Liu has been locked up in the house for a long time, talking nonsense like crazy."
But Fourth Master Jiang was still not at ease, "But when you go out, you should be more careful and bring your guards."
Jiang Rao nodded, she suddenly thought that she hadn't heard anything from Rong Ting for several days, and she had promised to invite her to take a look at his mansion after it was completed.
In summer, the weather was hot, and she couldn't wear her chubby outfit anymore, and her makeup was easy to smudge, so she couldn't go to the academy anymore.
But she knew that Mr. Yan was afraid that her father would be overwhelmed, so he insisted on letting her father do more things instead of letting her father continue to give lectures in the academy.
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Her father knows everything about the academy.
She raised her eyes and asked, "Daddy, Ninth Prince, he..."
She had only said a word before being interrupted by Fourth Master Jiang, "That kid is very nice."
Jiang Rao was very irritable when he heard his tone, and she was keenly aware that something was different, and she said that Rong Ting was fine before she said anything.
There is no silver here.
"Really?" Her voice was full of doubts.
"Naturally it is true."
Fourth Master Jiang coughed heavily, "When did Dad ever lie to you?"
He didn't want to tell his daughter that Rong Ting called for sick leave in the past few days and didn't go to the academy at all.
If you tell me, my daughter must be impatient.
But he really didn't want to see his daughter and the Ninth Prince getting closer.
He could agree to his daughter's request to help Rong Ting.
The only thing he was afraid of was that his daughter would develop affection for him.
Even if it doesn't exist now, forever, who knows if there will be variables.
But a prince who grew up in the palace is definitely not a good match for him to entrust his daughter with peace of mind.
Originally, besides fulfilling her wish for his daughter to enter the academy, he had other ideas.
What if there are daughters who are pleasing to those young talents in the academy
But he didn't expect that until today, he still couldn't wait for his daughter to get close to anyone other than the Ninth Prince.
Seeing that the day of Jiang Rao and Ji is getting closer and closer.
Fourth Master Jiang, who hadn't decided on a son-in-law yet, sighed heavily.
…
Although Jiang Rao left the study, she left the Jiang Mansion, went out and stopped a carriage, and went to Rong Ting's mansion in the west of the city.
Although her father kept saying "I won't lie to her".
But Jiang Rao heard something wrong from his tough tone.
She knew that her father was thinking about her reputation, and he was also worried about her marriage recently, and he didn't want to see her get too close to Rong Ting.
But she was uneasy all the time.
Although the matter of Uncle Jiang's family has been resolved, his momentary muddle-headed decision will no longer drag the whole family down the abyss, but those scenes in Jiang Rao's dreams are always a thorn in her heart. When the new emperor came to the throne and the dust settled, she felt that she might have to worry about this all the time.
Or look at her golden thighs.
If he can do well, she, the little grasshopper on the same boat as him, can do well too.
She didn't want to go through the pain of being separated from her family again.
…
Huai Qing was going out to sprinkle medicine dregs, when he saw a carriage approaching from afar, he stopped and took a look.
A man wearing a huge cone hat stepped out of the carriage.
He is short and slender, and the black gauze on his conical hat hides his face.
He approached, and when he spoke, it was a woman's voice, "It's me."
Huai Qing was taken aback, "Fourth Miss?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
Private visits to foreign men will ruin your reputation, but Jiang Youfu has been doing it for a long time, and Jiang Rao doesn't like being constrained by fame. She is obviously a clean woman, but because she is a girl, she can't go here or that, which is very annoying. .
It is more convenient to be a man.
She saw what was in Huaiqing's hand, and frowned slightly, "This medicine..."
"Master is sick."
Huai Qing had a look of shame on his face, "It's the servant's negligence. The day I just moved in, the master went to bed abnormally early, and he developed a fever the next day. It hasn't healed for several days."
Jiang Rao: Sure enough, I was cheated by my father.
She paid a little attention to the days in Huaiqing's words.
The day Rong Ting moved to the mansion happened to be the day when Liu's letter said that she was attacked at night.
He went to bed early and was still sick, so the cruel young man in the letter was even less likely to be him.
Huai Qing said: "My master is sick, and I'm afraid that the disease will infect others. I don't see any visitors in the house these few days. I'll trouble you to come here."
When Jiang Rao saw Liu Shi's letter, even though she told herself that today's Rong Ting and the future him are no longer the same person, when she looked at what was written on the letter, she couldn't help but think of him as murderous in the dream. The scene is somewhat uncomfortable.
But after hearing Huaiqing's words, his heart was inexplicably relieved.
Rong Ting is really different.
In the dream, he was not ill.
When she was sick, her bad temper directly rotted through the core, and tied her even tighter. Maybe she sensed her desire to escape, and grabbed her wrist hand, not letting her go for a moment, not allowing her to leave for half a day. Step, the shade is like a lock that cannot be broken free.
How can it be as good as half a point now
"I'm fine." Jiang Rao said to Huai Qing, "You've been serving me every day, so you haven't contracted a disease yet? Let's go, take me in."
Afraid that Huai Qing would stop him, she added, "Don't persuade me."
Huai Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Those words just now were taught by His Highness Ninth Prince, but His Highness Ninth Prince also said that if Fourth Miss comes, she must find a way to keep him.
Fortunately, the fourth girl was kind-hearted, and she took the initiative to stay without waiting for him to say anything.
Jiang Rao walked all the way in, looking at the surrounding vegetation from time to time.
"Why is it so deserted here?"
She thought that the crown prince's mansion must be furnished in a luxurious manner.
Huai Qing followed behind Jiang Rao, and replied: "The Empress said, the master has not yet reached the age to open a mansion, the monthly salary and expenses should still be the same as those in the palace, and it will be better next year."
Jiang Rao understood, but she just didn't want to give it.
Originally thought that opening the mansion and leaving the palace would make Rong Ting's life better.
But looking at it now, it is no different from that in Shouhuai Palace.
But with a mansion, you can set up staff and raise soldiers. You won't be controlled by others everywhere like before. Slowly, it will always get better.
Walking through the Chaoshou corridor, rainwater accumulated in the corner of the yard, and leaves fell on it, and when the wind blew, they turned gently.
It is as clean and simple as an old monk's Buddhist temple.
Jiang Rao looked around for a while, and finally stopped when he glanced at the window lattice.
Rong Ting watched her from behind the window for some time, with a slight smile on his face.
She didn't know why, obviously she was wearing men's things, and this time she endured the pain and bound her chest, instead of stuffing her stomach with cotton wool, pretending to be the little fat man Jiang Youfu he knew, but he As if he wanted to recognize her, those narrow and upturned eyes had a slight curvature because of the smile.
"Every year."
Sure enough, he recognized her.
"How did you recognize me?" Jiang Rao murmured as he took off his cone hat and revealed his face.
She stood under the sun. Although she was wearing men's clothes this time, she didn't have any makeup on her face, and her cheeks were naturally light pink.
The delicate and pretty little girl was wearing a blue men's suit, looking a bit nondescript.
Ke Rongting thinks it looks good.
Tell him to think uncontrollably about how she looks in his clothes.
"Footsteps."
He said.
Seeing that his face was flushed, Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of his illness, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Did you catch a cold, or did you suffer from some other disease? Why didn't you recover for so long?"
Rong Ting coughed feignedly, "It's not a serious illness, it's just that it was too cold on the day I moved here, and I caught the cold."
Mrs. Liu has been looking for someone to find out who he is after that, and then fourth master Jiang is also looking for it. He has the ability to hide, but he is too lazy to deal with it, so he just claims to be sick and sees no outsiders.
He mentioned "the day we moved in" again, and Jiang Rao thought about Liu's attack again. Although she knew that this matter must have nothing to do with Rong Ting, she still couldn't help reminding him.
"My aunt was locked up nearby. One night, thieves who did not seek money or sex but only murdered entered the house. She almost died."
"Yeah?"
There was a flash of needle light in Rong Ting's eyes, but he quickly turned back to normal, with his head tilted, as if he was listening very seriously.
Jiang Rao described the few lines in Liu's letter, and mentioned them without missing a few words.
She looked at Rong Ting, seeing his pale and sickly appearance, suddenly worried, "You have to be more careful, don't let him stare at you."
Huai Qing felt a little trembling when he heard Jiang Rao's words, but when he thought about Si Ying's end, he was not so afraid.
With the master around, he will not be afraid.
But his master's eyes trembled. Amber pupils are like water in a lake, crushed by thrown stones. As if he finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart, the expression on his face changed, "It's so scary."
Huai Qing: "..."
He was scared again.
Was what she said too scary? Jiang Rao said again: "Maybe that's my aunt's enemy, don't be too afraid, I will leave guards to protect you."
With drooping eyelids, Rong Ting nodded obediently, and said "hmm".
Jiang Rao couldn't control her hands, and always wanted to rub his head.
Today she couldn't help comparing him with the man in her dream.
That dream, which had haunted her for so long, almost made her feel knotted.
At first he wanted her life, but for some reason he suddenly stopped killing her and stayed by his side to torture her.
But she didn't even want to inquire about her family members, and she couldn't even hear any movement outside. She lived a depressing and uncomfortable life, and never smiled on her face.
Occasionally, a man would tell her some outside stories because of his kindness.
He treats her like a bird.
Seeing that the little bird was so unhappy and depressed that he was about to die, he teased it mercifully, and coaxed him to live on, so that he could have fun and relieve his boredom.
But the stories he told were true... dull.
The storyteller has a condescending and frosty look from beginning to end.
She didn't want to hear it, and she couldn't escape. It would be nice to be alive, and she would be picky about this and that. Honestly, he listened from the sidelines, and occasionally forced a smile to praise him, only to see a little satisfied look on his face.
But now this obedient and well-behaved young man.
There is no resemblance to the shady and weird man in the dream.
She seemed to be able to completely separate the two.
It was a dream.
The one in front of him is him.