Su Huaijing finally took his hand away from his neck, and Rong Tang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he pointed to the black medicine jar next to the food box and asked, "What is that?"
Rong Tang: "Ah, the plaster, I can't see, I want you to help me apply it." After saying that, he blinked and looked up at the boy: "Can I?"
Su Huaijing didn't say yes or no, he just looked at him for a while, seemed to sigh softly, took the medicine jar, opened it, scooped a little on his fingertips, lifted Rong Tang's chin with one hand, turned his face to the side and started to apply the medicine on him.
Her movements were still gentle, but they did not carry the same silent killing intent as before. She simply helped him spread the ointment slowly and seriously: "How can you save someone and hurt yourself? Tangtang, you shouldn't go out."
"But how can I see you if I don't go out?" Rong Tang retorted subconsciously.
Su Huaijing paused without saying a word, applied the medicine, let go, got off the bed to wash his hands, and changed seats with Rong Tang.
The peach blossom cake was dense and delicate, and it still tasted great after being left overnight. Rong Tang tasted a piece and then watched with great interest as Su Huaijing sat beside him and roasted oranges for him.
There shouldn't be fire in the study, but since someone could even move a beauty couch into the place where he reads sage books, Su Huaijing felt that it was unnecessary to be particular. Besides, Rong Tang had a cold body and couldn't live without a heat source for a whole day. It rained today, so even if he came here by carriage, he would still feel cold.
Su Huaijing turned the orange over and asked, "Did you come to me today just to give me the peach blossom cake?"
Rong Tang nodded: "It's mainly for sending peach blossom cakes."
Su Huaijing could tell the difference in just one word. He raised his eyes and glanced at Rong Tang: "Speak."
Rong Tang was a little hesitant. He felt that the big villain was not that angry anymore, but still a little angry. He wanted Su Huaijing to vent his anger, but he was really worried that he would not be alive after he vented his anger.
This hesitation was reflected on his face with tangled worry. Su Huaijing looked at him, lowered his head to pick up a baked orange, peeled it and put it on the tray beside him, and stretched out his hand: "Tangtang, help me wipe my hands."
"Ah?" Rong Tang was stunned, but Su Huaijing didn't move. He reacted immediately and responded hurriedly: "Hey, hey, hey, right away!"
The original text said that Su Huaijing had a delicate appearance, inherited from the late queen, but no one knew what method he used, it seemed that his bone structure had been changed, and it was very different from when he was young, so even when he stood in front of Emperor Renshou later, the other party did not recognize that he was his nephew.
Some of the villain fans felt very sorry for him and said that they had never seen what Su Huaijing really looked like from beginning to end. However, Rong Tang felt that he looked very, very handsome now.
The 17-year-old boy is in the period of vigorous growth. He has handsome facial features, beautiful appearance, noble temperament, and even beautiful fingers.
They are long, thin and clean, with only very light calluses on the fingertips and the base of the thumb, which are shallower than those of ordinary martial artists, and more like the marks left by a scholar holding a brush.
But Rong Tang knew very well that Su Huaijing's martial arts were not bad, and were even quite good. In his previous life, he was somewhat curious as to why such a person who was obviously very good at swordsmanship had no trace of martial arts training on his hands, so that when he entered and left the court, everyone thought he was just a weak scholar.
Rong Tang lowered his head and carefully wiped the orange juice off Su Huaijing's fingertips. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he said, "Su Huaijing, you don't have many calluses on your hands."
Su Huaijing said: "Tangtang doesn't have many calluses on his hands."
Compared to Su Huaijing, the hands of the original owner are the perfect interpretation of what it means to "keep your fingers clean", and there is almost no sign of use.
Rong Tang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and turned over his hands. There were actually many scars on his hands from his previous life.
Knife wounds, burns, and needle sticks.
Silver needles pierced his fingertips, hot soup was poured on the back of his hand, and the tip of the machete was clearly not pointed at him, but he foolishly blocked it.
Rong Tang retracted his gaze and smiled gently: "I am not physically strong enough, so my mother didn't let me go to school."
I don't write, practice martial arts, or do housework, so it's hard to have any marks on my hands.
Rong Tang folded his handkerchief and took a piece of roasted orange from the small plate to eat.
It was sweet and hot, without any astringency. He couldn't help but give Su Huaijing a thumbs up.
Su Huaijing smiled, took his hand back and continued to help him bake other things, lowering his eyes and saying, "My uncle also won't let me go to school."
Rong Tang knew that he was answering his question, and Rong Tang also knew that the answer to the question was not this, but when Su Huaijing said this, he felt a little distressed.
He frowned, bent down, put the goose feather quilt on his body, and asked carefully: "Do you want to go to school? I can get you a student status. You are so smart, you will definitely be able to pass the exam and become the top scorer."
Su Huaijing seemed stunned, looked up at Rong Tang for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "I won't go to school, I'll stay at home with you."
The spring rain was drizzling, bringing with it moisture and the rich scent of fallen flowers. Rong Tang was stunned, and his mind went blank for a moment.
He knew that Su Huaijing was extremely intelligent, and he also knew that he didn't need to study hard to gain a reputation and then go to the court to realize his revenge plan. He had countless safe and fast shortcuts. He proposed to marry him home, firstly to protect him, and secondly to take the initiative to give him this shortcut.
The title of Prince Ningxuan's Consort is enough for him to integrate into the circle of power and nobility. As long as he is in, Rong Tang believes that Su Huaijing will be able to take root firmly.
But it is undeniable that he was a little moved by the villain's words.
"He's so good at it." Rong Tang said silently to the system.
System: [He will destroy the world. ]
Rong Tang suddenly wilted. He warmed his hands over the fire and finally answered Su Huaijing's question.
Su Huaijing: "Don't you hate him?"
"I do hate him." Rong Tang was honest, "But the position of the Minister of War is not too small, and it's not too bad. I heard that if some people get married without someone in their wife's family, they may be criticized. My brothers are not easy to deal with, and I'm afraid they will bully you. So I thought if you don't mind, I can invite him to my house for a drink."
Rong Tang paused and added solemnly: "But there is no way I can kowtow to him. He can forget about it."
Su Huaijing laughed, and looked up at Rong Tang with a bit of his old look in his eyes: "I'll listen to Brother Tangtang."
Rong Tang also smiled when he saw this, and then he rambled on for a while before getting down to business: "By the way, the date is set for the 18th of next month. My aunt and uncle just happened to be back from the Taishan Ceremony, so they might come to attend."
Su Huaijing slightly bent his fingers, but Rong Tang pretended not to see it. He seemed a little terrified: "Your Majesty... Is the Queen coming too?"
Rong Tang sighed silently. He really wanted him to stop acting, but he was also acting. He had no choice but to lean over and hold his hand and squeeze it: "Uncle may not come, but aunt said she must come to see me get married. Don't be afraid, I will hold your hand when the time comes."
Su Huaijing's long eyelashes fell as he looked at the hand that was holding his. This time it was hot, as if it was heated by a stove. He held it back with his backhand.
Rong Tang said with some distress: "Actually, the eighth day is also a good day, but my mother said that my uncle and aunt will leave for the Taishan ceremony on the tenth day. It is easy to clash with the national sacrifice if we hold a wedding before that, so we moved it to a later date."
Su Huaijing finally noticed the key words this time: "Taishan Ceremony?"
Rong Tang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally been lured up.
The Taishan Ceremony is an annual ceremony in which the emperor goes to the ancestral temple to offer sacrifices and pray for the prosperity of the country. It is held on the 15th day of the third lunar month.
Emperor Renshou was a very superstitious emperor, as can be seen from the fact that he told fortunes for each of his sons. This year happened to be the ninth year of his reign. In ancient times, nine was a symbol of respect, so it was impossible for Emperor Renshou not to hold a special event to demonstrate once again that he followed the will of heaven and made the country prosperous.
The reason why Rong Tang specifically mentioned this was because he had other ideas about the so-called [Rebel Remnant Case].
The idea is that Shen Feiyi doesn't need to die to do the second prince a favor.
Although it was a bit risky, Su Huaijing would definitely think of it if it was just mentioned. This was the tacit understanding that Rong Tang had developed from confronting him for two lifetimes.
So he said, "Well, this year's Taishan Ceremony is very grand. Your Majesty will bring the Second Prince to the ancestral temple, and my father will also go there to escort the emperor." He counted on his fingers, "We will set out on the tenth, and should pass through Yuanmeng Mountain. We will rest there for a day, offer sacrifices on the fifteenth, and come back on the seventeenth. The eighteenth is just right for us to get married."
He counted the days carefully, as if he didn't realize that he had revealed something that ordinary people or even ordinary officials could never know.
In fact, even the Ministry of Rites does not dare to make a final decision on this matter. They have drawn up several plans, but Emperor Renshou has not yet decided which route to take.
The reason why Rong Tang knew this clearly was because he had followed them in his previous life and almost got himself injured along the way.
The reason why he said it so early was that in his previous two lives, Wu Kangbo would lead his troops to capture Shen Feiyi in the next day. After catching him, he would be locked up in jail for a period of time until the Taishan Ceremony, when the blood of the "remnants of the rebels" would be sacrificed to the gods.
Rong Tang was worried that if he didn't give Su Huaijing another possibility sooner, he would feel that time was too tight.
After Rong Tang finished speaking, he saw Su Huaijing lowering his head in deep thought, and knew that he had listened. He ate another piece of orange, and lay down, burying his face in the pillow, leaving only his forehead and eyes exposed: "I want to sleep for a while, please help me light the fire."
Su Huaijing came back to his senses, nodded with a smile, and after he fell asleep, he asked Shuangfu to come in and watch over him, while he went to the backyard with an umbrella.
Xingfeng was already waiting there.
Su Huaijing closed his umbrella, and water droplets fell on the ground behind him. He smelled of roasted oranges and medicine. He twisted his fingertips lightly, and the cool touch of the handkerchief seemed to still be there.
He told Xingfeng about the plan and asked him to make the arrangements. He also asked Bi Xin to stay in Wukangbo's mansion for a few more days. After that, he went to the medicine house himself to light the furnace and make peach blossom noodles.
Li Panyan had to stay for a few more days, so she would have to continue to take the medicine. Before leaving, he paused on the medicine cabinet for a moment and grabbed a prescription for conditioning the body.
Xingfeng followed him in. After watching him busy for a while, his eyebrows twitched slightly and he frowned, "Master, this young master is really weird. I think he cannot stay."
Even if the master doesn't mind whether what he said to Princess Ning Xuan was true or false, the fact that he went to Shen Feiyi's lair yesterday is enough to arouse suspicion.
Liuyun has been investigating for two days. How did he, a rich young man who never leaves his house, do it
After Xingfeng finished speaking, the medicine room fell silent. Cold sweat ran down his temples. Su Huaijing sat on a small stool and slowly fanned the stove.
After a long time, Xingfeng took his leave, and there was no sound of anyone in the medicine room, only the gurgling sound of the medicine soup.
Su Huaijing murmured, "But peach blossom cake is delicious."
Su Huaijing thought that he could think of nothing, as long as Rong Tang would remember to coax him every time he came back.
He could choose not to kill him, he could even find a way to cure him, as long as he was willing to rub his wrist even if he cheated him.
Su Huaijing lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist bone, where there was still a subtle sensation, a touch that was more delicate, softer, but colder than his fingertips.
It seemed to remind him that this was clearly a dying little animal that might close its eyes forever at any time.
(End of this chapter)