Fourth Master Jiang just came to open the door for her, and left after opening the door without leaving a word.
Jiang Rao was confused.
She tried to take a step outside, but no one stopped her.
She walked slowly outside the house, and the fine snow fell from the sky, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist.
Jiang Rao looked around twice, stepped on the thin snow step by step, and walked out of the study.
She looked on both sides of the road, but couldn't find where her father was.
A few little maids with cloaks and stoves caught up to her, put on cloaks for her, and stuffed the stove into her palms, "Girl, don't rush after Fourth Master. There are people in the house today Visit, he has gone to see a visitor."
Jiang Rao was confused.
Let her out, but didn't say a word to her, what did her father mean, did she agree to her, or didn't agree
She asked the maid next to her in bewilderment, "Do you know why my father let me out?"
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The servant girl was fastening the rope buckle on Jiang Rao's cloak, and replied: "The fourth master asked us to tell the girl that it is not that he wants to let you out, but that the imperial concubine has passed on the word that the fourth master agreed to let you enter the palace to meet her." .”
…
The snow-fallen imperial city is probably the most beautiful time of the year.
The red tiles and blue tiles are covered with a layer of white snowflakes, which are bright in color. The surroundings are completely silent, only the sound of falling snowflakes.
Shuxiang Palace.
Holding a blue umbrella, Concubine Yun stood in the courtyard waiting for Jiang Rao. When the figure of the little girl in a red and white cloak appeared, she went up to meet Jiang Rao and took Jiang Rao under her umbrella.
She looked carefully at Jiang Rao's face. She was still worried when she was waiting, but now she burst out laughing, "You have been locked up for a few days, and I was worried that you would be too lazy to eat and drink. Your body is so stuffy, I didn't expect you to be a little rounder."
Jiang Rao pinched his face.
Soft.
"..."
She shouldn't have eaten all the snacks Wu Que brought in at night because she was afraid of being discovered.
Jiang Rao lowered her fair face, avoiding Concubine Yun's hand poking her cheek, "Auntie, are you going to help me, or are you going to help my father persuade me?"
Concubine Yun gave a lazy laugh, "You're a big kid, I can't hide anything from you, even your father asked me to persuade you."
"I promised your father to persuade you. But that's just an excuse to fool him to release you. Just stay here with me until your father changes his mind."
"You can be willful, no matter how big or small, here with Auntie, you can be willful." She looked at Jiang Rao lovingly, touched her head, her eyes became sore, "If I were in this world, I would have no cares and worries Like the paper kites in the sky, they cut off the thread and flew out of this palace wall without looking back. It's a pity that I have my parents behind me, and the Qin family's old and young in front of me. The luck of the Qin family is closely related to me. I think I went up to be arrogant and domineering, but I never really obeyed my heart for a moment. I accept my fate and have no dissatisfaction. I just hope that you can live a more willful life and fulfill my wish."
Jiang Rao looked at Concubine Yun Gui.
Her aunt was really good-looking, with snow-skinned red lips.
Qin Yun is not only beautiful, she is sober and self-aware of her own advantages, and her scheming and family background can support this extremely glamorous appearance. Putting others in the eyes will never let her suffer, and she will never be at a disadvantage.
Right now, this appearance of red eyes but still pretending to be innocent is rare and short-lived. Qin Yun lifted the corner of his mouth again, and glanced behind Jiang Rao with a smile. When he saw a few maids with strange faces, he insisted on breaking the topic. , "Where's the maid named Ming Shao next to you? Why didn't you see her?"
Jiang Rao remained silent, but took the green umbrella in Concubine Yun's hand, raised it above their heads, and turned the umbrella sideways to Concubine Yun.
The two strands of her own hair hanging around her face were blown by the cold wind and covered with fine snow.
Others only know that Qin Yun was favored by Emperor Zhaowu when he first entered the palace, and he became a noble concubine in just a few years.
But no one knew that when Qin Yun first entered the palace, it was just a shield used by Emperor Zhaowu to divert his attention and protect his true love.
But the emperor's heart is also changeable, that true love gradually fell out of favor, and one year he collided with Qin Yun, causing Qin Yun to be injured and bedridden for several months, true love was thrown into the cold palace by Emperor Zhaowu. Emperor Zhaowu really liked Qin Yun, but Qin Yun never had any sincerity towards Emperor Zhaowu from the beginning to the end.
Her sadness and sadness are never because of men, but because she is not living well enough.
A few days ago, that true love died in the cold palace.
It is said that Emperor Zhaowu didn't even look at her until she was dying.
The concubine died of hatred, and went to the direction of Shuxiang Palace to take a look, then roared, her voice was hoarse, but it sounded vague.
Some palace people said that that sound was extremely resentful, as if they were shouting: Qin Yun.
No matter how tough Qin Yun looks, his heart is made of flesh. She will be afraid and have nightmares.
During that time, she called Jiang Rao into the palace to accompany her. At night, half asleep and half awake, panicked, she inadvertently revealed this past to Jiang Rao.
Concubine Yun's expression now is the same as that under the moonlight that night, fragile and sad.
Jiang Rao thought to herself, it's not to blame her father for being prejudiced against the emperor's family, but she too. Brothers from peasant families in the field can beat their heads for an acre of land. In the palace, where this kind of power is magnified to the extreme, people's hearts are like ghosts, and each has his own ghosts.
Although she thought about getting engaged to Rong Ting, but with his success and fame, she wanted to leave. He is so understanding, he will definitely agree.
It would be great if I could take my aunt away from the palace at that time.
"Where's your maid?"
Concubine Yun's voice brought her back to her senses, and she replied, "Ming Shao was demoted to a second-class maid by my father and punished to work under my mother's hands, so she can no longer follow me."
She found out about it only after talking with the new maid in the carriage.
This was caused by her, if Ming Shao had insisted on not helping her, she would not have been punished like this.
Jiang Rao frowned, guilty but said firmly, "I will find a way to bring her back to me."
"Your father is venting his anger. When his anger subsides, it will be fine."
Concubine Yun glanced at the snow on Jiang Rao's shoulders and hair, and pulled her into the house. She untied the rope buckle for Jiang Rao with her own hands, took off her cloak, and sat down beside the beauty's bed, wrapping Jiang Rao in a blanket holding her hand, and asked very seriously, "Niannian, do you really want to marry the Ninth Prince?"
Concubine Yun was a little worried, "Don't get angry just to help me. Queen, you have to pay for yourself."
"It's not a compensation." Jiang Rao said solemnly, "I've made up my mind."
Concubine Yun looked carefully at Jiang Rao's expression.
But it didn't feel right.
The little girl's eyes were too clear, she didn't have the shyness that a girl should have when she mentioned her sweetheart, and she didn't even blush. Instead, she looked out the window, absent-minded.
The snow outside is getting heavier.
Jiang Rao looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky.
She doesn't like snow very much.
In the dream, when her house was ransacked, it was snowing, and it was no different from the snow falling outside the window now.
I don't know if it's cold today or even colder that day.
"Auntie." Jiang Rao stared at Xue Hua in a daze, "Tell me, when will my father promise me?"
…
Ning Anbo Mansion.
Jiang Xingzhou and Chen Bing sat opposite each other in front of a few cases.
When Rong Ting went to Yunling earlier, Jiang Xingzhou visited Chen Bing with generous gifts. Today, Chen Bing came to return the gift. It was a return, and Jiang Xingzhou treated him well. The two chatted happily. Jiang Xingzhou begged for a painting and calligraphy.
Jiang Xingzhou readily agreed.
He brought Chen Bing to his study, and went to the bookshelf to find the paintings from the past, while Chen Bing stood in front of Jiang Xingzhou's desk, looked at the meticulous painting spread out on the table, pointed and asked, "Will you draw this child?" ,who is it?"
Jiang Xingzhou came out from behind the bookshelf, "It's my daughter."
On the rice paper, there is a four or five-year-old girl with two flower buns tied on both sides of her head, her cheeks are soft, her smile is sweet, and her pear dimples look particularly deep.
Jiang Xingzhou's eyes softened, "This is her fourth birthday. When she was a child, she spoke slowly and awkwardly, but she called her daddy a long time."
It's not that he hasn't had a time of drunkenness and dreaming.
In the few years when he first got married, his calligraphy and painting had just gained some fame, and when he was getting carried away with pride, he was criticized as worthless by his most respected old man.
For a long time, he seemed to be sick, unable to draw anything, as if he had walked into a dead end, and often fell asleep in the middle of the night, dreaming of the old man scolding him, and woke up sweating profusely.
He went to complain to his elder brother, his elder brother would only take him out for a drink, he could forget everything when he was drunk, and after he sobered up, he still stayed in that dead end that he couldn't get out of.
Everyone thought that he was at the end of his talents at a young age, except his wife and daughter.
At that time, Jiang Rao was still a little Douding, and she didn't seem to be walking solidly. She staggered in small steps every day, as if she knew only this sentence, she kept shouting "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" a series of times, holding the paintbrush, unswervingly Follow him.
No matter what he draws, she loves it very much.
Why did he grow up all of a sudden
Recently, he always thinks about when the two children were very young.
Once Jiang Xingzhou thought of the recent past, his brows frowned. He pinched his eyebrows and sighed.
Chen Bing asked him, "Brother Zihuai, what's bothering you?"
"It's not a big deal." He pointed to Xiao Douding on the painting, "My daughter has grown up now, and I'm worrying about her marriage when she reaches the age to discuss marriage."
"Haven't you exchanged Geng Tie with Pei Shaoqing?" Chen Bing said in surprise, "I heard people talking about it in the early court, and I was still waiting for the wedding wine of your two families."
"I'm afraid she doesn't have that fate with her cousin."
"Bazi does not match?"
Jiang Xingzhou looked gloomy and shook his head, "My daughter has no intentions of her cousin, I don't want to force her."
"Hey, what is this?" Chen Bing looked puzzled, "Which girl's marriage is not decided by her parents? Parents' orders, matchmaker's words, this is a big deal. How can children be allowed to marry? Make up your own mind, what kind of knowledge can a little girl have, you can judge people better than her."
Jiang Xingzhou frowned, and gave Chen Bing a displeased look.
Chen Bing also has a reputation for loving his daughters as much as his life, and because of this, he feels that he has the same temperament as him, so he will easily give away his priceless calligraphy and paintings.
But what he said today made him feel very uncomfortable.
"I don't care about other people's children. My daughter can be her own master. Her vision of people is no worse than mine."
His daughter, he said yes, but others said no.
Chen Bing couldn't take his words, coughed, "Yes, yes."
It's just that Jiang Xingzhou is just like the rumors, a person who lives outside the etiquette.
His eyes suddenly became dark, and he asked Jiang Xingzhou, "You say that, but your daughter already has someone she likes?"
Jiang Xingzhou didn't speak, but he was silent, and his attitude was tacit.
"I've used hard moves, and soft moves. If she comes back today, she hasn't changed her mind..." Jiang Xingzhou said, his voice became hoarse after a sudden pause, "I won't stop her anymore. "
For the breakfast, lunch, and dinner that were brought in every day, he asked the kitchen to make her favorite food, but those meals were sent out almost intact.
This morning he went to the study to take a look at his daughter. The little girl, who was not fat at first, seemed to have lost weight again, like a piece of paper. If she shut it down again, she might starve to death.
Chen Bing asked curiously, "Pei Shaoqing can't compare, who is that person?"
Fourth Master Jiang took a deep look at Chen Bing.
He knew that Chen Bing wanted his youngest daughter, Chen Congyun, to marry Rong Ting.
Otherwise, he wouldn't tell him what he said today.
Even though he didn't like Rong Ting, since it was his daughter's fancy, he didn't want others to covet it.
"It's the Ninth Prince, Rong Ting."