The Ziyi guards quickly disappeared at the end of the road, and also disappeared from Jiang Rao's sight.
Jiang Rao saw that they were walking eastward after stepping through the Zhumen at the end of the palace road. Even though their figures disappeared and the sound of their footsteps had gone away, the people watching the bustle by the palace gate were still full of enthusiasm and showed no tendency to disperse. There are endless voices of discussion and speculation.
Jiang Rao turned around and quietly left the crowd.
She took Ming Shao to a place where she could avoid people's eyes, and ordered: "Go to Shuxiang Palace and ask my aunt for help, and ask her to arrange a palace servant to go to Chonghua Palace to inquire about the seventeenth and ninth princes. what's going on?"
Passing through the palace gate to the east is the Chonghua Palace of Emperor Zhaowu, an important part of the imperial city.
She couldn't find a way to get in, so she could only count on her aunt to help.
It was not until Jiang Rao finished telling Ming Shao that Hu Tang slowly walked to Jiang Rao's side. She stood there and watched for a long time just now. When the Seventeenth Prince passed by, he gave her a vicious look, which was inexplicable.
Hu Tang recalled the look that the Seventeenth Prince had given her just now, and the palm of his hand holding the whip felt a little itchy.
But she didn't forget that Jiang Rao was still by her side, so she didn't throw out the rolled up whip again. She leaned in front of Jiang Rao and said with emotion: "Prince Seventeen's forehead is swollen so high, it looks like he was seriously injured. The one who hit him The person must be ruthless. I didn't expect the Ninth Prince to sit in a wheelchair and have such abilities... "
Jiang Rao lowered her head, "Do you think the Ninth Prince beat him?"
"Isn't everyone else saying that?"
"But he's in a wheelchair..."
"Sitting in a wheelchair doesn't mean you can't fight." Hu Tang looked very experienced, sat on the chair, crossed his legs, stretched out his hand, grabbed his maid's arm and cut it backwards, bent his elbow on the maid's back, and blinked. Immediately, she was pressed against the table, making her unable to move.
She looked up at Jiang Rao, "Look, as long as the person I want to hit is close, even if I can't move my legs, that person will fall into my hands easily."
Jiang Rao watched Hu Tang's smooth movements.
Her brows were still slightly furrowed.
There are indeed many scars and wounds on the palms and backs of Rong Ting's hands. Before he was injured, he was indeed like a person who has danced with knives and swords. But now that his leg injury has not healed, he will get sick from fatigue even if he pulls a bow or shoots an arrow. Come on, weak and slender, how can you compare with Hu Tang
Jiahe Queen's tricks of turning right and wrong are amazing, and now people around are talking about the seventeenth prince being beaten, but is it possible that the person who was beaten was Rong Ting
She walked in front of Hu Tang in two steps, showing a bit of anxiety in her movements, "Did you see any injuries on the Ninth Prince?"
Since Hu Tang practiced martial arts, he might have better eyesight than her, and he is also taller than her, so his sight is not easily blocked by others.
She was crowded in the crowd, and she could only vaguely see Rong Ting's figure, but couldn't see his face clearly at all.
Hu Tang shook his head, "I didn't see any injuries on His Highness Ninth Prince's face."
Jiang Rao hurriedly paced back and forth.
Yes, yes, if she was the Seventeenth Prince, she would definitely not hit someone where others would notice her.
According to what she once dreamed, the scars and scars on Rong Ting's chest and back in the future will be much more than those on his hands and neck, and they will be much deeper, perhaps it is left from this time.
"Hu Tang, I can't accompany you yet, I'm going to Shuxiang Palace."
Jiang Rao felt that it was not enough for Ming Shao to go to Shuxiang Palace to find someone. She began to worry about this and that, so she talked to Hu Tang and went to Shuxiang Palace in person.
Hu Tang let go of his maid, looked at Jiang Rao's back in a hurry, and muttered, "Why are you so worried about the Ninth Prince?"
Just now her face was almost scratched by a cat, but she was never seen so nervous.
…
In Shuxiang Palace, Jiang Rao was waiting for the palace servants who had gone to the Chonghua Palace to inquire about the news. Her lowered eyelashes still could not conceal the anxiety in her face. Concubine Yun Gui handed over the pomegranate in her arms to the palace maid, and came over to hug her. He touched Jiang Rao's shoulder, "Don't worry, I went to inquire, and I'll be back in a while."
As soon as there was movement in the yard, Jiang Rao stood up immediately.
But the person who came was not the palace man sent out, but Li Ren, the eunuch next to Emperor Zhaowu.
Li Ren came over with a mutton fat jade bracelet and found Jiang Rao, "The emperor gave it to you, I am apologizing for you on behalf of the seventeenth prince. The seventeenth prince's pet almost ran into the girl, and the emperor has already punished her." He went behind closed doors and thought about it."
Li Ren brought the mutton fat bracelet over and was about to withdraw. Seeing that Jiang Rao still had something to ask, Concubine Yun nodded her shoulder, "Eunuch Li is one of his own, you can ask whatever you want."
Jiang Rao chased after him, "Eunuch Li."
She stood still in front of him, blessed her body, "Do you know what happened to the seventeenth prince's injury?"
She didn't ask about Rong Ting directly, but she actually listened quietly, waiting for Rong Ting's name to be mentioned in Li Ren's words.
Li Ren looked past her, glanced at Concubine Yun, and said, "His Seventeenth Highness's cat almost hurt the girl, and he didn't apologize to the girl. His Ninth Highness happened to see this, and disciplined His Seventeenth Highness."
Hearing this news, Jiang Rao was taken aback for a moment, and she followed Li Ren's words and asked, "How is His Highness the Ninth Prince now?"
Li Ren was silent for a while.
Concubine Yun grabbed the silk cloak on her shoulders, walked down the steps slowly, and said to Li Ren: "My father-in-law speaks directly, there will be no nonsense in this palace."
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Li Ren said confidently and boldly, "His Royal Highness Jiu is good at disciplining his younger brother, but unfortunately the method was a bit inappropriate. He punched and kicked, and the emperor... was not very happy. In addition, the empress shed tears. Originally, he planned to let His Royal Highness Jiu We are grounded together, but..."
Li Ren stayed by Emperor Zhaowu's side for too long, and spoke slowly. He had to think several times in his heart before speaking.
He talked about Rong Ting's punishment in such a slow tone, which made Jiang Rao anxious, "But?"
Li Ren said in a low voice: "His Highness Ninth Highness invites you to go out of Beijing together with Mr. Chen, and go to Yunling Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing to supervise the construction of the plank road for a month. The emperor has already agreed and is preparing an imperial edict."
After Li Ren left.
Concubine Yun Gui looked at Jiang Rao, "The seventeenth prince's cat almost hurt you, but you were saved by General Hu's youngest daughter, so you were not hurt. The ninth prince happened to see this by accident, so he will help you Did you teach the Seventeenth Prince a lesson?"
Jiang Rao was thinking about the supervisor, and nodded a little distracted.
"Hu Tang and Rong Ting are good friends." Concubine Yun frowned, "What a little Seventeen, he actually bullied me, what's the grounding? He should be thrown to Yunling Mountain to suffer."
Jiang Rao was already worried about the fact that Li Ren mentioned that Rong Ting would go to Yunling Mountain with Chen Bing to supervise the construction. Hearing what Yun Guifei said, his face became even more ugly.
She sighed a little dullly, and gently tugged at Concubine Yun's sleeve, "Auntie."
Concubine Yun glanced sideways at Jiang Rao.
Looking at her dandy, smooth, intact and beautiful face, thinking that this face was almost scratched by a cat, she got irritated and asked the palace servants to bring pomegranate back, and got angry at this lazy cat, hating that it was not a bully of Jinling, which made her feel angry. Other people's cats are domineering and useless.
Jiang Rao's apricot eyes blinked lightly, and her voice softly begged her, "Auntie, can you say a few words for the Ninth Prince at the Emperor's place, and don't let him go to Yunling Mountain, is that okay?"
As she talked, her mood became a little depressed, "His leg injury is still not healed, how could he go to the mountains?"
Concubine Yun Gui has always been responsive to her requests, but today this matter made her face a difficult situation, "The imperial decree has already been written, and this matter will not change. If you really care about him, why don't you give him more money? The construction of the plank road, the local people felt that their ancestral feng shui had been disturbed, and there were many protesters, so the project would probably fail in the end. When he went there, he might be embarrassed by the people. It would be no harm to ask him to bring more money. "
After the palace banquet was over, Jiang Rao went back to Ning'an Bo's mansion, with a small money bag in his hand, and quietly went to look for Rong Ting.
She thought she was quiet, but Fourth Master Jiang knew her every move clearly.
He wanted to stop her, but he also heard a little about what happened in the palace today, so he hesitated for two steps, and finally stopped, called Jiang Ping, and half-compromisingly ordered: "You follow Behind the girl, don't let her take too long to come back."
…
After Rong Ting returned home, he locked himself in the study.
Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the wind blew under the eaves.
Huaiqing and Wu Que were on duty together, and their master was punished, but their expressions showed no depression or sadness.
Because both of them knew in their hearts that they were only being punished in the open.
Building plank roads is labor-intensive and prone to frequent problems, and in the end it can't be settled. Mr. Chen Bing from the Ministry of Industry couldn't find any effective helpers. Recently, he came to his door several times and wanted to invite His Highness Ninth Prince to go to Yunling with him. His Highness Nine has already agreed.
This time, he asked himself to go to supervise the work, not so much as being punished, but as finding a reason to go to Yunling, without those obstacles that blocked him.
Huai Qing felt emotional for a moment, and asked Wu Que, "Compared with your Kung Fu, His Highness Ninth Prince, who is better?"
Wu Que's face was a little green, but he still had to admit reluctantly, "Your Highness."
Although the seventeenth prince is young, he was enlightened by a martial arts master since he was a child. Even if he is a little less talented, he has practiced for several years. It should not be underestimated, but Rong Ting didn't even give him a chance to fight back.
Although Rong Ting in a wheelchair may not be able to beat him, but Rong Ting's legs are trapped in the wheelchair. If he can stand up, he may not be taken seriously.
At this time, the gatekeeper came to announce, "Miss Jiang Si is visiting."
At this moment, the door of the study was opened by the people inside, Rong Ting walked out from it, and handed a letter to Wu Que, "Send it to Mr. Chen."
Wu Que left, Rong Ting looked at Huai Qing again, "Go find the ointment for bruising, wait for three quarters of an hour, and bring it here."
Jiang Rao followed the servant to the guest room.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, the mist from the tea shrouded his slender eyelashes, his face was a little pale, looking depressed.
That's right, who can be happy after being scolded
Jiang Rao stepped into the room, feeling distressed but still with a straight face, smashed the small money bag on the table, "The injury on the seventeenth prince's head was really caused by you?"
Even though others believed that he was the one who hurt others, she was still a little stubborn in her heart.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "His cat almost scratched you."
really him
"So you beat him like this?"
Rong Ting's long eyelashes drooped, and his clear eyes flickered, appearing gentle and harmless.
In my heart, ugly and dark emotions fermented like a swamp.
Does her tone sympathize with his seventeenth brother...
He curled his fingers, his eyes blocked by his long eyelashes turned cold for a moment, he said: "It's not that I shot too hard, it's that the Seventeenth brother wanted to trouble me by saying that he was seriously injured."
This is what she guessed.
Rong Ting glanced at Jiang Rao quietly, trying to see from her expression whether she believed him or not, but the little girl in front of her took his hand, pulled him in front of her, and opened his fingers, " Does your hand hurt?"
Her fingertips were warm, well-proportioned and white, soft as clouds, compared with his scarred fingers, the contrast was obvious. For a moment, Rong Ting's throat was a little choked, and his finger bones were tense.
He shook his head, moving slowly.
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief, but when he remembered something, his gentle expression changed, and suddenly he became a little fierce again.
"You have been grounded for a few days, and you can still eat and sleep well. Why did you ask yourself to go to Yunling Mountain to supervise the work? Can you bear the suffering there?"
If it wasn't for the fact that he had a dispute with the seventeenth prince today, and now he lost his strength and became sick again, she would have poked his forehead to teach him a lesson so that he could remember.
Rong Ting bowed her head obediently when being scolded, like a trained daughter-in-law, she didn't refute a word.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Rao couldn't continue to scold him.
The deal is done, and nothing can be changed anyway, so he threw the bulging money bag in front of him, "You are going to Yunling Mountain for me, here, this is the share of all my three shops this year, and I will give it to you, don't worry." Let yourself suffer, otherwise..."
She thought and thought, but she couldn't think of anything harsh to say, and said angrily, "Otherwise I'll be angry with you."
Three quarters of an hour passed, Huai Qing knocked on the door, and came in with a box of ointment in his hand, "Your Highness, your medicine."
Rong Ting frowned, "You go out first."
Huai Qing didn't know why the master suddenly changed his mind and stopped walking.
Jiang Rao saw the ointment in Huaiqing's hand, and narrowed her eyes, "Huaiqing, stop."
Huaiqing weighed in his heart who he should listen to.
He stopped.
Jiang Rao stepped forward, took the small round box of medicine in Huai Qing's hand, and pursed her lips slightly.
What did you say you weren't beaten? I have used medicine, isn't this an injury
If he hadn't caught Huai Qing delivering the medicine, he would have hidden her from her.
She turned around and glanced at Rong Ting angrily, Rong Ting coughed, her voice was hoarse, and she said casually, "It's inconvenient for me to apply the medicine myself. The injury is not serious, and it's useless to try to use medicine. Since it's not very painful, bear with it. Just let it go on its own."
Bear with it, the pain won't kill him.
Jiang Rao gritted her teeth and said, "Then I will help you."
The water in the white porcelain tea cup shook violently, and the tea cup fell back onto the table.
The teacup fell back, and the fingers of the person who was attached to the teacup did not lift up immediately, but stuck to the body of the teacup, and the fingers squeezed hard, the blue veins were intertwined under the scar, and the lines of the phalanx were beautiful And sharp, the complexion looks colder than the white porcelain surface.
The astonishment in his eyes flashed in an instant, and soon sank into his eyes, his eyes were as deep as a pool. Seemingly absent, without a touch, he rubbed the fine porcelain of the teacup with his fingertips, looked at her and asked, "Do you really want to help me?"
The tone of the rhetorical question was hoarse and deep, and the scorching gaze made the person stared at by him feel a sense of fate that would be plundered.
Jiang Rao's fingers holding onto the small pill box tightened a little, and said "hmm".
Looking at her changing expression, Rong Ting said calmly, with a smile, "The injury is on the back."