The accompanying palace servants got off the carriage and went to the nearby shop to inquire. After returning, they whispered a few words to the Seventeenth Prince.
The seventeenth prince's gaze was inch by inch, and he became gloomy and tangled.
…
Before Jiang Rao came, he borrowed the small kitchen of Concubine Yun Gui’s Shuxiang Palace, and stewed a cup of pigeon soup with ginseng and angelica.
The white porcelain stew pot was opened, and the hot air was coming in. Jiang Rao wanted to put the spoon into Rong Ting's hand, but his right hand was injured. Gently stuff it into his left hand.
His hands are not as good-looking as his face, they are hands that have endured hardships. Although the bones are excellent, the fingers are long and straight, but there are too many scars on the palm of the hand, the calluses cover the blood, and the calluses are the thickest at the tiger's mouth.
Jiang Rao was surprised at this point, she had seen those calluses just now when she was bandaging his wound.
Will a person who has been away for a whole year due to injury and has no chance to practice martial arts still have such thick calluses on his palms
Even if it is a callus left by archery, but when he shoots an arrow, he holds the bow with his left hand, so the callus will not fall on his right hand.
But at that time, Rong Ting's fingers were clenched into fists due to the pain, she didn't have time to look carefully, a girl who had never practiced martial arts couldn't figure out these things clearly.
Rong Ting's left hand that picked up the spoon trembled, and Jiang Rao sighed when he saw this.
She took the spoon back again, "I'll do it."
If this injury was on someone else's hand, it wouldn't make people feel so pity, but she doesn't know how he looks like, he usually has a sleepy and alienated face, but when he stares at you, he looks beautiful Small lights will gather in the eyes, like stars melting into a lake, like the kind of child who is in pain but keeps silent, making people feel distressed for no reason.
Jiang Rao quickly forgot about the calluses and fed him the ginseng soup.
Ming Shao, who was guarding outside the house, took a look into the house through the gap in the curtain, and saw that her girl treated Rong Ting as well as her own brother, so she frowned and sighed.
Like a real brother, but not a real brother.
If this scene is seen by others, the girl's reputation will be ruined. If things continue like this, even if a good marriage comes to her in the future, knowing that the girl and His Highness the Ninth Prince are so close, and misunderstood that the girl is not polite, something bad will happen.
Ming Shao stared at the door of the house like a little door god, lest any uninvited guest suddenly come in. After a while, she made a sound of displeasure, and said to Huai Qing beside her: "Elder-in-law, I would like to say a word."
Huai Qing looked at her.
"You are serving His Highness the Ninth Prince, so be more careful, don't let him be sick today and tomorrow." Ming Shao defended Jiang Rao, "If he is sick, the girl will always worry about it, even when she goes to visit her aunt. With him, neither side is good, so why bother."
Huai Qing just sighed.
He had no choice but to persuade: "Go back and persuade Miss Jiu to be more cruel."
His Royal Highness is really not so weak. The few days when he said he was sick was no different from the usual ones. He was just asked to release the news that he was sick. When he is really sick.
There was no shortage of things in the mansion, and the people in the House of Internal Affairs used to judge the situation. Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu paid more and more attention to his nine sons, he no longer dared to blatantly neglect them and gave them things according to the proportion. Silk coins, plaques of flowers and plants in the mansion, palace lanterns in the corners of the corridors, and decorations in the house are all available, and they are all arranged.
Compared with the time when he was assigned to the Shouhuai Palace from the respect room, His Highness the Ninth Prince was misunderstood and squeezed out, today is different.
But those things sent by the House of Internal Affairs were taken by His Royal Highness Ninth Prince to pawn in the pawn shop. After exchanging them for silver taels, he asked craftsmen to dig out a dark room and added monthly salaries to the servants in the house. Killing two birds with one stone not only stabilized the hearts of those palace officials who were dissatisfied because the mansion they moved out was too remote, but also made it appear that he himself was living a miserable life.
Once in front of the fourth girl, she couldn't carry her shoulders and hands, and she was so weak that she seemed to be stepping into hell in the next step.
It's really cunning and tricky, and it doesn't leak.
If he hadn't heard the screams of the eyeliner imprisoned in the dark room of the mansion, and only looked at the pale and sickly appearance of the Ninth Highness, he would have believed it was true, thinking that he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Who told God to reward him with a good face.
Huai Qing spoke seriously.
He really felt that His Highness Ninth Prince's faults were caused by Fourth Miss.
Ming Shao gave him a white look, "My girl's heart should be soft if she should be soft, and hard if she should be hard, there is nothing wrong with her."
Huai Qing's statement, in her ears, is completely shirking responsibility. She asked him to take good care of his master, but he in turn provoked her girl's troubles.
Ming Shao hummed.
Huaiqing spread her hands helplessly.
…
When Rong Ting left the grain store, Ming Shao opened the curtain and went in.
Jiang Rao was holding a makeup box in her hand and looking at it carefully.
The last time I asked Rong Ting to help her make a hairpin, he was obedient and made the hairpin very simple and concise.
But this makeup box has put a lot of thought into it, and she can't tell whether it was made by him or bought by him.
The wood-carved white jade makeup box is very valuable at first glance, but there is only a small hairpin in it, which is a bit top-heavy, and it is ridiculous to not distinguish which is the gift.
Although she hadn't read the bills in his house, sometimes she had nothing to do after sorting out the bills in the shop, and she would do the calculations. She roughly calculated that this makeup box should not embarrass him when he bought it.
Jiang Rao didn't hesitate, and put away the makeup box and hairpin generously.
Rong Ting's life is going well now, although it is due to his own skills in archery and strategy, but she also has a little credit, Jiang Rao doesn't mind putting gold on his face, and accepts gifts with peace of mind.
After Rong Ting left, she held the small makeup box and fumbled around.
The small makeup box looks like it has been dried in the sun, and the osmanthus flowers have been dried in it. After opening, there is a pleasant fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
She opened and closed, looked inside and outside, and suddenly the effort of a few cups of tea passed without stopping.
Ming Shao came over, saw Jiang Rao playing with the makeup box with a smile on her lips, couldn't help but "tss" from the bottom of her heart.
She thought that the Ninth Prince would leave, and the girl would stop thinking about him.
Unexpectedly, the other person left behind a beautiful makeup box.
Ming Shao knew Jiang Rao's preferences best because she served her personally. This kind of exquisite, small, and beautiful things are the most attractive to girls. They might have to be placed on the dressing table when they go home, facing them every day when they do their makeup. It is the person who thinks of giving a gift every time I see it.
Ming Shao had a headache for a while, the fourth master and his wife came to her two days ago and told her to take care of the girl.
Not to mention that fourth master and his wife don't want their daughter to marry the Crown Prince, even if she is a maid like her, she doesn't want to see the girl she serves ends up marrying a handicapped person, and always feels wronged for the girl.
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Ming Shao stepped forward, took off the makeup box in Jiang Rao's hand, put it aside, and said to Jiang Rao: "Girl, I heard that new jewelry has been added to Minhe Tower, and it's not dark yet. , shall we take a look?"
Add something new, lest the girl always look at this gift from the Ninth Prince.
Thinking that her aunt's birthday is coming soon, Jiang Rao nodded and asked the manager of the grain store for last month's account book, and asked Ming Shao to accompany her to Wenhe Tower.
…
The Seventeenth Prince's carriage stopped at the alley.
There are many shops along the Qinhuai River, and the traffic is dense.
The seventeenth prince's carriage was hidden among the other dozen or so carriages, not conspicuous.
He fixed his eyes on the direction of the backyard of the grain shop.
When the two rich doors were pushed open and Rong Ting and Huai Qing came out, the Seventeenth Prince's eyes became sharp immediately.
At this moment, Rong Ting's gaze swept over him vaguely.
The Seventeenth Prince quickly retracted his head vigilantly, and after confirming that Rong Ting hadn't seen him, he breathed a sigh of relief and poked his head out again.
He waited until Jiang Rao also came out of the grain shop. He took a closer look to confirm that he was right, and a faint joy arose in his heart.
In Jinling City, at the root of the imperial city, the etiquette is especially strict.
It is a scandal for men and women who have not yet talked about marriage to communicate in private.
If this matter gets out, Rong Ting's reputation will be ruined.
Only one thing—
"Is that indeed Jiang Siye's daughter?"
The entourage nodded, "It's Jiang Rao, the daughter of the fourth master Jiang's family, Jiang Rao. Her appearance is recognized by villains."
The Seventeenth Prince frowned angrily.
A few days ago, the whole of Jinling was discussing what happened in Ning Anbo's mansion.
Jiang Siye has a long-standing reputation in calligraphy and painting, but his reputation was really bad when he was young. He was a first-class romantic dude in the imperial capital, and only his elder brother could control him.
Everyone knew that he and his elder brother had a deep relationship, but no one thought that it was just because his elder brother concealed the fact that his daughter was almost abducted many years ago, Jiang Siye was middle-aged, and he could still turn against his elder brother.
It shows how much he loves his daughter.
If this matter is exposed, compared to the man, the woman's reputation will be the most damaged one. If Jiang Rao wanted to save face, she could only marry the person who ruined her reputation.
The Seventeenth Prince suddenly felt very depressed, he finally caught a handle on Rong Ting, and thought he could breathe a sigh of relief. But if he persisted, it would be as if he had arranged a good marriage for Brother Ninth.
After he returned to the palace, he was also unhappy. After hearing what he had said, Empress Jiahe said coldly, "Don't say anything about this."
"Jiang Xingchuan's situation is gone, Jiang Xingzhou will be the one who will speak in Ning Anbo's mansion in the future, if that cripple is allowed to marry Jiang Xingzhou's daughter..."
When Empress Jiahe thought of Concubine Yun's arrogance and complacency after the accident in Uncle Ning'an's mansion, she felt a bit stuck in her throat.
An Uncle Ning's House is nothing, but if the Uncle Ning's House joins hands with the Qin family to support Rong Ting, even if her father has been secretly recruiting soldiers and cultivating influence over the years, he may not be able to resist.
The only thing that can give her some comfort is that Rong Ting is still disabled, and no matter how powerful the forces behind him are, Emperor Zhaowu would not choose a disabled son to succeed him.
But even if Rong Ting can't claim the title of emperor, but only has full wings, she will have trouble sleeping and eating.
She said: "What you see is just the appearance, maybe things are not what you think."
"What's that like?"
Empress Jiahe pressed her forehead with a headache, "I will find a way to find out how Jiang Xingzhou planned his daughter's marriage."
How can parents who really love their children be willing to marry their daughter to a disabled person
"Just let that cripple go like this?" The Seventeenth Prince was obviously not satisfied with the result.
Of course he didn't want to help Rong Ting find a good marriage, but he managed to catch Rong Ting's tricks, and he was unwilling to let this opportunity go.
"I won't let it go." Empress Jiahe raised the corners of her lips and smiled slowly, "Today's incident really reminded me."
…
Knowing that Rong Ting will join the Ministry of Industry in the future, Yan Nanxun found for him a long time of classics on water conservancy and farmland, agriculture, etc., and told Rong Ting to read more. It took a lot of time to organize these, and it was already late at night when I returned home.
There was a cold wind at night, and the palace lanterns under the eaves of the pavilion were blown wildly, and the light and shadow were on and off.
Huaiqing was carrying a heavy book basket, which was swayed by the wind, and his steps were unsteady.
The figure sitting in the wheelchair ahead was not affected by the wind at all, moving forward steadily.
The figure walked a few steps forward and stopped suddenly.
Rong Ting lowered his arms, picked up a palace lantern that had been blown down on the porch steps, raised his finger, and dusted off the dust on it.
In order to make the courtyard look more lively, Jiang Rao picked some beautiful colorful glazed lanterns, but the glass of this fallen palace lantern was cracked, and the paper of the lantern was also torn.
Rong Ting looked at the location where the lamp paper was torn, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and thoughtful.
The crack was smooth, not like a natural crack, but like being cut by a sword.
There were chaotic footsteps from the other end of the corridor, Changxing hurried out, saw Rong Ting, and knelt down in front of Rong Ting, "Your Highness."
With scars on his face, he said: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, someone came to the palace, and my subordinates wanted to stop them, but they came with the Queen's order, so they couldn't stop them at all."
Rong Ting was not surprised that Empress Jiahe would send someone over to signal Changxing to continue talking.
"The empress has arranged for His Royal Highness a servant girl, and they have already been sent to Beishen Court. Wu Que and his subordinates wanted to stop them, but they were too many. Wu Que and his subordinates were said to be unruly, so they were beaten. The magpie was injured."
Rong Ting turned his head and told Huai Qing, "Go get the doctor."
Huai Qing frowned, "The maid who sent here..."
Rong Ting's gaze was like a knife, "I'll go and have a look."
At the moon gate of Beishen courtyard, there is an old lady, followed by dozens of palace people, waiting there.
Seeing Rong Ting coming, Mammy glanced at his legs speculatively, her tone was respectful and contemptuous, she announced the imperial edicts of Jia and the Queen, and said: "Your Highness, the Empress Dowager! But I miss you and worry about you."
Rong Ting smiled but didn't smile, under the lights, his smile was clear and meaningful, "Dare to ask Madam, where is that man?"
"In the West Wing."
Nanny received some reward money, went back to Jiahe Empress, and reported her conversation with Rong Ting to Jiahe Empress.
It was so easy for Rong Ting to accept the maid she arranged, Jiahe Empress was startled and couldn't believe it.
Rong Ting has long since reached the age when he should know about human affairs. Most of the princes in the palace have maids in charge of curtains and bills to serve them when they are twelve or thirteen years old.
She should have arranged for him a maid of honor, but was delayed because of his injury.
Now his body may not be able to do it, but if such a mutilated body can still sink into it, it must soon become an empty shell.
The nanny said: "His Highness the Ninth Prince did indeed keep him, and gave the servant a silver reward. It seems that he is in a good mood."
Jiahe Queen was a little surprised.
When Rong Ting was young, she hated strangers very much, and was annoyed when touched by others. With this kind of temperament, she thought that when he grew up, he should be a non-feminine, but she didn't expect that he was not.
Empress Jiahe touched the seventeenth prince's head, "Thanks to Yuan'er for reminding me of this."
The maid sent over is not an ordinary woman, she can not only look after Rong Ting for her, but also has a charming body trained in a brothel, which is very attractive, and she also took the anti-pregnancy soup, so don't worry that she will leave Rong Ting Give birth to an heir, and when he really indulges in womanizing, let's see how he can maintain his reputation.
…
The maid in the West Wing heard the voices outside and was overjoyed when she knew that she was being left behind.
The light in Rong Ting's study room was on until midnight, he usually doesn't like to be approached by others, Huaiqing Changxing would not let anyone come over, he was alone in the study room, reading at night with the light on.
The study door opened suddenly.
The maid in the west wing barged in, wearing a tulle gauze that was about to be exposed or covered up, with a full gesture of refusal and welcome.
Looking at the face, it is not the most beautiful color, but it is very delicate and pitiful. It is the kind of appearance that is extremely easy to arouse the pity of men.
Even when kneeling and sitting on the ground, her figure has to be twisted into a charming and alluring arc.
With a plop, she knelt down in front of Rong Ting, "If Your Highness doesn't want slaves, after you go back, empress, empress will blame slaves."
She cried so hard that she knocked her head on the ground several times crisply, her body trembling.
The maid said she was a maid, a woman that Empress Jiahe found from a brothel, her body was not clean, she changed her identity, took a signboard of a palace lady in the respect room of the palace, and gave it the name "Forsythia", After teaching her the rules for a few days and telling her what to do, she was sent here.
Forsythia has a seductive fragrance, and none of the men she has served/served can hold back.
She was clearly aware of her own advantages, and seeing Rong Ting flipping through the scrolls with an unlit palace lantern in front of her, she wondered what he was doing, while secretly keeping all the furnishings in the study in her heart, waiting for the future Replying to Empress Jiahe, she moved two more steps towards Rong Ting's direction.
Men are all greedy for novelty, how could a woman who threw herself into her arms refuse
"The servant will not be noisy, will not make trouble, can sing Jiangnan ditties, and can relieve His Highness from boredom. I don't ask His Highness to give the servant much, but only ask His Highness to allow the servant to stay with you and share your worries."
The person on the other side was unmoved, not even looking at her.
Lian Qiao was anxious, the incense on her body obviously had an aphrodisiac effect, and she had been kneeling here for a long time, why he was completely unmoved, it was unreasonable.
The Queen Mother told her that Rong Ting injured her calf at that time, although it was inconvenient, it shouldn't be impossible, she said anxiously: "If Your Highness wants to entertain, you can bring your servant with you, and this servant can dance and sing for you To add to the fun. The maidservants are well-born, and won't embarrass His Highness."
"The appearance is good."
Finally spoke.
Lian Qiao was overjoyed, and she was even more pleasantly surprised when she heard what Rong Ting said.
She didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
"Your Highness." She raised her chin slightly, so that her face with tears could be seen more clearly by the people in front of her.
In the next moment, there was a lazy and laughing voice in his ears——
"Coincidentally, a piece of lantern paper is missing. I picked out this piece of human skin, which happens to be able to make a lantern."
The laughter was very sweet, but it was like a drumstick hitting the eardrums heavily, making Lisian Qiao who was kneeling on the ground stiff, her back numb and cold.
The man under the lamp has slender bones, twisting the thin paper of the glazed lamp, his movements are slow and graceful, very elegant and beautiful. But once he thinks about what he said just now, his action has a meaningful and terrifying meaning, "I wanted to find you after finishing the book, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself."
And his moon-like smiling eyes reflected the light of the candle, showing violent and bloodthirsty madness, suddenly put down the lantern, took out a dagger from nowhere, twirled it in his hand, and it glowed coldly.
"Didn't you say you can sing a little song? I'm skinning you alive to make a lantern, and you sing a little song to relieve my boredom, how about it?"
"Can it be done?"
"If you can't do it, get out!"
…
As if he had died, his face was downcast.
It's just that this person who looks like he's about to die is Rong Ting who scared Lian Qiao out of the house screaming.
When they met in the backyard of the grain shop the next day, seeing Rong Ting like this, Jiang Rao couldn't help but feel strange in her heart. She asked Huai Qing, "What's wrong with His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
Huai Qing replied to her, "Last night, the Empress sent the maid of the curtain to serve His Highness the Ninth Prince's bed."
Jiang Rao didn't think about it for a while, and it took a while to figure it out.
As soon as she figured it out, the smile on her face fell instantly.
Without thinking, I suddenly felt unhappy, and my first reaction was to not believe it.
He won't let others touch him, how can it be possible
Before she could figure out why she was feeling this emotion, she was trying to suppress the discomfort in her heart when she suddenly heard Rong Ting calling her small characters.
"Every year."
Rong Ting's eyes were quietly locked on Jiang Rao's face, seeing her smile sinking, it was as if a small cluster of flames were lit in his pupils, he was a little surprised and surprised.
It's just that he was not in a hurry, and raised his chin slightly without showing any trace, so that the fear and bitterness on his face could be seen more clearly by the people in front of him.
He showed a look of hating himself extremely, and said sadly, "I'm not clean anymore."