Jiang Qinshi thought about it carefully, and felt that the face of the young man in front of her faintly overlapped with the young face of the Ninth Prince in her memory.
Taking a closer look, the eyebrows and eyes of the two people are indeed somewhat similar.
She has never seen the Ninth Prince when he grew up, but she has never forgotten how the Ninth Prince was when he was young.
A small child with a skin like cold snow, lips like rouge, and eyes as clean as clear glass. He is obviously very attractive, but he always stays alone, his eyes are downcast, and his eyes are long. With thick eyelashes, she stood quietly in the corner, extremely well-behaved.
When that child grows up, he should be as good-looking as the boy in front of him.
But she had never heard of the news that the Ninth Prince had left the capital.
What's more, the Ninth Prince is not disabled.
Looking at the simple and unadorned coarse clothes on the young man, Jiang Qin even denied his guess.
How could a child of the Tian Family be reduced to such a desolate situation
Most good-looking people have similarities, but she admitted the mistake, Jiang Qinshi shook her head lightly.
Having already rejected the marriage of the Ninth Prince, it is useless to think about letting the Ninth Prince be her son-in-law.
You should think about the person in front of you.
After Rong Ting left, Jiang Qinshi sat beside Jiang Rao's bed and asked her: "I go out of the city this time every year to seek medicine for that young boy?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
"What about the medicine?"
"It's already given to him."
"Is that medicine really useful?"
"Naturally useful."
If it wasn't useful, she wouldn't have worked so hard to ask for it.
When mentioning this matter, Jiang Rao raised her chin slightly and said proudly, "Ren God healed people who were wounded on the battlefield. He gave me pills, a medical book written by him and a few prescriptions for recuperation. Take good medicine and massage, The injury on the boy's leg will heal within half a year, and he will be no different from an ordinary person after he recovers, and he can continue to practice martial arts."
Although the carriage rolled down the cliff, was startled, and suffered some injuries, the little girl's eyes completely disappeared from the guilt and depression of the past few days.
It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and I felt much better.
"It's good if it works."
Jiang Qinshi smiled when he heard this.
Since it is useful, the boy's leg injury just now can heal, and he will no longer be disabled in the future.
Jiang Qinshi turned around and told the servant girl: "Go quickly to the treasury to find some good tonics and send them to the young man. If you see him coming in the future, you don't need to report it, just bring it to your girl. "
After giving instructions, she turned to Jiang Rao with a smile and rubbed her head, "Growing up every year, you will be promising."
Jiang Rao only thought that she was praising her deeds of helping others, and obediently fell on Jiang Qinshi's lap, as honest as a little milk cat, but heard Jiang Qinshi's loving and gratifying voice fell from the top of her head again. Come down, "Niannian's thoughts are clear to my mother."
Jiang Rao raised her head slightly, feeling a little strange.
What is she thinking
The door was pushed open at this moment, but Jiang Siye, who was dressed in snow and snow, pushed the door open and strode in.
He rushed to Jiang Rao's bed in a few steps, because the hot breath from his mouth was still white when he came back outside just now, "Niannian, are you sure you're all right?"
He heard someone report that his daughter had returned home, but he heard many bad rumors and rumors on the street, so he hurried back, all the way with his heart on his back.
It wasn't until he saw Jiang Rao safe and sound in front of his eyes that he breathed a sigh of relief, but sat down beside Jiang Rao's bed, frowned and scolded her, "Don't you know how worried your family is when you sneak out of the city?"
Fourth Master Jiang seldom got angry in front of Jiang Rao, and his cold tone before him was also very uncommon.
Jiang Qinshi is now standing on Jiang Rao's side, holding her husband's arm lightly, and speaking for Jiang Rao, "Isn't Niannian all right? Besides, she also has a reason for the incident."
Fourth Master Jiang's ears sharpened, "Is there a reason? What is the reason?"
"To save people, she went out of the city to find medicine. Niannian is also doing good deeds, don't blame her." Jiang Qinshi knew that her daughter had a lover, and she was afraid that she would offend her husband, so she was a little vague.
Fourth Master Jiang became shrewd on this point.
He quickly thought of the fact that during his search for Jiang Rao in the past few days, he heard that she often went to the west of the city to find a young boy.
Jiang Siye immediately understood what was going on.
The old father was very bored.
"I won't punish you this time."
Fourth Master Jiang thought that his daughter was going to get married sooner or later, so he felt sour and panicked. He felt that he had to set up some rules for his daughter, but he was not willing to give up a heavy punishment, so he said: "If you don't go home for a long time, once again, I will Your feet must be restrained!"
…
In the palace, envoys from abroad came to pay tribute.
Fat cattle and strong horses tributed by the foreign countries cooked delicacies, and the banquet was full. In the middle of the banquet, the orchid dancer had a graceful figure and graceful dancing posture.
The envoys and Emperor Zhaowu had a long talk at the banquet, and had a very happy conversation. After a few rounds of wine and meat, it is customary to have a competition in the martial arts field to learn from each other and add to the fun.
A warrior from a foreign tribe in the Western Regions appeared on the stage. He was tall and strong, with large muscles on his arms, which were bulging high. Just judging by his stature, he stood there like a hill, which was terrifying.
The people who grew up on horseback are aggressive, but also want to save face. Last year when they came to Dazhao to pay tribute, the so-called strongest warrior in the Fanbang clan was compared to Rong Ting, who was only thirteen years old, and he still lost three games in a row, which was a mess. He has practiced hard for a year, and he is waiting for this year to avenge his shame.
But the samurai swept his eyes away, but he didn't see Rong Ting's figure in the crowd.
His fighting spirit visibly diminished with the naked eye, his interest was lacking, and he dealt with it carelessly.
This time, he won one game after another without any effort.
It seemed that those four princes, seven princes and others who were fighting with him were extremely useless.
Emperor Zhaowu showed displeasure on his face.
He didn't care about the outcome of the game.
Before last year, this kind of martial arts competition was often won by foreign warriors, and Emperor Zhaowu was also used to it.
Since the result was doomed, and it became a custom for Dazhao to lose and foreign countries to win, Emperor Zhaowu didn't take this kind of competition to heart.
But last year, Rong Ting won three games in a row, which gave him a lot of face, and also made Emperor Zhaowu arouse his interest in this kind of competition.
If he loses again this year, Emperor Jokhang's face will be a little uneasy.
He didn't expect that with so many sons, none of them could win!
If this barbarian is powerful, but Xiao Jiu was only thirteen years old last year, and he won all three games.
Unexpectedly, the foreign envoy who came this time didn't know what to do. He laughed and pointed at his warrior, and said with a crappy Central Plains accent, "This year he did his best."
In one sentence, Rong Ting won three games in a row last year, saying that it was the result of their release.
To Emperor Zhaowu's ears, it was extremely uncomfortable.
However, Empress Jiahe, who was seated on the left side of Emperor Zhaowu, smiled faintly when she heard this.
In her eyes, any words that slander Rong Ting are good words.
What's more, her son was not among the people who had just entered the competition, and she was not the one who was ashamed.
If Xiao Shiqi grows up and wins against them, Xiao Shiqi will be even more powerful.
Rong Ting was so beautiful last year, and her little Seventeen will be as beautiful in the future.
And Rong Ting will always be a useless trash.
Empress Jiahe raised the corners of her lips happily.
The Fanbang envoy glanced around, "Where's the Ninth Prince, why didn't you see him come out to compete?"
After the second round of drinking, Jia and Empress were too relaxed, and blurted out the thoughts in their hearts, "His two legs are useless, how can he compete with others?"
There was an instant silence during the banquet, and there was no sound.
Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe with a cold look.
Empress Jiahe realized later that she had said something wrong.
She made amends quickly, and said sadly: "During the autumn hunt last year, Xiao Jiu was attacked by assassins and suffered some injuries, but he has not yet recovered. If he is asked to compete, the wound will be pulled and the recovery of the wound will be affected, I will not bear it. "
Emperor Zhaowu's eyes softened a little, "My son, how can he be disabled, he just suffered a little injury, it's not a serious problem."
However, the envoys of the Fan tribe were puzzled by what Jiahe mentioned, "He is the one who has defeated the bravest warrior here. How powerful an assassin is it to hurt him?"
Emperor Zhaowu squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and shifted his gaze to the queen beside him.
When an assassin appeared on the Autumn Hunt, Rong Ting was injured, and the subsequent investigation was handled by Jiahe Queen.
When Empress Jiahe heard this question, her heart sank.
The assassin who hurt Rong Ting back then was the dead soldier of her natal Xu family.
The emperor must not know about this matter.
With tears in her eyes, she acted like a loving mother who hated the assassin very much, "The assassin committed suicide in fear of crime, and Xiao Jiu, who pitied his concubine, must suffer this kind of crime for no apparent reason."
Seeing her sad face, the envoy of the Tibetan tribe asked soothingly, "How is the Ninth Prince recovering recently?"
Emperor Zhaowu pointed his fingertips on the table, motioning for Empress Jiahe to answer this question.
Empress Jiahe's acting skills in front of people were impeccable. At this time, her eyebrows stretched, and she said softly: "Thank you for your concern, my lord. I have found the best doctor and the best medicine for him. His injury is recovering well."
It's like a mother who cares about her children.
The envoy of the Fan tribe laughed loudly, "That's good. I hope that next year, let our warriors compete with him again in martial arts."
Emperor Zhaowu also said with a smile at this time, "Definitely."
Afterwards, Emperor Zhaowu called the eunuch over and asked the eunuch to find someone to check on Rong Ting.
At this moment, Emperor Zhaowu missed his inconspicuous son very much.
It would be great if Rong Ting returned to Beijing before next year, and he could save face for him in the competition field.
Emperor Zhaowu's instructions to the eunuchs reached the ears of Empress Jiahe beside him.
She was sullen and worried.
She was afraid that Emperor Zhaowu might see something.
After the banquet was over, she returned to her Jinxiu Palace anxiously, called her confidant, and ordered in a cold voice, "Get rid of the emperor and go to Rong Ting's people."
"And go to Yecheng, and check carefully what's going on at Rongting's place."
She originally thought that Rong Ting had suffered such a serious injury, and there was only one servant beside him who was a well-known local bully who was gluttonous and gambling.
But who would have thought that he was so tenacious, and she hadn't been able to wait for the news of his death so far!
A gloomy sternness flashed in Jiahe's eyes.
In any case, she would not let Emperor Zhaowu look forward to Rong Ting's figure in the next year.
…
The next day, it was sunny and snowy.
Jiang Rao wanted to go out after breakfast, but was scolded by Fourth Master Jiang, saying that everyone in the city was talking about her now, and those parents took her as a warning to their children not to go to the mountains for fun Negative example, what do you go out for? If you go out, you will be laughed at!
Jiang Rao: "..."
She couldn't say no to Fourth Master Jiang, so she could only stay in her yard honestly, flipping through the scriptures.
There is a plot in the storybook, a young lady of excellent family background, arrogant and arrogant, bullying her servants since she was a child, but later her family fell down, but she married a servant who was bullied by her, and she has never been arrogant again. Woke up.
Jiang Rao was tsk tsk at first, this man didn't know what he did wrong, he wanted to marry such a vicious wife, and then suddenly became serious, thinking that this script was a warning to her—
If you bully people casually, you may end up in a bad family, which is exactly the same as her own end in her dreams.
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Fortunately, she found her way back.
In the courtyard, a figure appeared.
Because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he was a little shorter than ordinary people, but his figure was upright and upright. Coupled with his handsome and flawless face, he immediately became out of place with other people. He was still in the world, and he But become a fairyland alone.
Seeing Rong Ting, Jiang Rao opened the door for him before the maid.
But after seeing what Rong Ting was holding in his hand, his footsteps were heavy for a moment, and the expression on his face slowly surfaced with horror.
Why did he come with medicine
Rong Ting noticed her gaze, and before she could ask, he explained with a tacit understanding: "I met your mother just now, she asked me to..."
"Let you watch me drink the medicine." Jiang Rao guessed right away.
Her parents dote on her, but speaking of it, she is still a little afraid of her mother.
Because her mother always seems to be able to catch her, and her father is also afraid of her mother.
But yesterday's bowl of medicine made Jiang Rao terrified. She looked up at Rong Ting with pleading eyes, begging pitifully for mercy, "The medicine is so bitter that I want to vomit, can I not take the medicine?"
The sky was bright at Chenshi, and the pale golden sunlight as light as tulle spread on her face, making her cheeks as clean as washed glutinous rice grains.
Rong Ting's eyes landed on the back of her neck.
On the back of the neck, which was as white as jade, there was a bruise that spread into the collar.
At this time, when the carriage fell off the cliff, Jiang Rao was hit on the back by a rolling stone, leaving black bruises.
The injury was in the back, except for the occasional pain Jiang Rao felt, the rest of the time, he never took it to heart.
Rong Ting's gaze stopped on the black bruise, and his voice was hoarse and irrefutable, "Drink the medicine."
Jiang Rao stomped her feet in her heart.
She knew it was useless to reason with him.
It won't work in the future, and it won't work now.
Reluctantly, she brought the medicine bowl over. Last time, she didn't know how bitter the medicine was, but she still had the courage to drink it to the end. Looking at the medicine bowl this time, Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of the bitter yellow lotus smell in her heart. Before he could drink the medicine, his little face almost wrinkled into a ball.
But he heard him ask again from the side: "Would you like me to feed you?"
The low voice made her courage tremble twice, "No, no need."
Letting her drink medicine is suffering, but if she is fed by him, it is probably a punishment for her.
She didn't care whether it was bitter or not, she raised her head and drank it in one gulp again. After drinking, the expression on her face looked like she had lost half her life.
Gududu swallowed, and Jiang Rao felt that she was almost like a medicine jar filled with medicine.
Just when I wanted to tell Rong Ting, don't come tomorrow, don't turn your head to his side, your red lips are slightly parted, but a plum is accidentally stuffed in.
Candied plums are as sweet as candied fruit, and more refreshing than candied fruit. The sweet taste instantly wiped away the bitter taste of medicine in her mouth.
She froze and opened her eyes.
Before he had time to react, another one was stuffed in by Rong Ting.
Rong Ting held an oil paper bag in his hand, with the words "Miaoshi Pavilion" written on it.
He was still pinching a plum between his long fingers, and just now his fingers brushed her soft red lips inadvertently.
His eyes dimmed inadvertently.
"Is it still bitter?"