Chapter 148

Jiang Rao saw through a layer of fog that it was Rong Ting who came over.

It wasn't Ming Shao.

She has already slept on the same bed and slept together, Jiang Rao's attitude is very calm and calm, plus she was wearing a white coat, and she was underwater, there was nothing to be ashamed or afraid of, with her eyes open, He watched Rong Ting's movements quietly.

He placed a small table along the edge, with wine cups and plums, her eyes were gradually drawn to the past, and she was a little unclear from the fog. As the case got closer, with his head above the water, his eyes glued to the plum, he raised his chin and asked, "Didn't you let me drink?"

"It's not the altar just now."

Rong Ting's eyes slowly turned to her, his eyes were soft, with a smile in his eyes, and Jiang Rao felt familiar with the movement of placing the tea cup on the small table.

She tilted her head in panic, feeling that he was... like a maid serving her.

She was wearing a white coat, although she didn't reveal anything, but the little clothes under the water appeared clear after being moistened with water, and she could vaguely see the color of her skin, which was as white as a cloud, and moistened with pearls. .

Rong Ting looked at her, his eyes softened by the water mist, and no one could see the desire in his eyes at all.

Sitting on the edge of the pool, he handed the plums and wine to the little girl soaking in the pool. He followed the rules and didn't touch her fingertips when he handed it over.

The fog around the soup pool was fluttering, and the walls and the rockery in the center of the pool were covered with a layer of water vapor. It was like a fairyland. The pool was not shallow, but Jiang Rao had a good water quality. After receiving the wine and plums that Rong Ting gave her, she stretched out her hand and took the initiative to go to the small table to get the wine and plums.

It turned out that he brought her wine and plums.

Then she wouldn't have to worry about him not letting her drink.

Jiang Rao became generous, bit a few plums soaked in wine, his teeth were sour, and finally he ate a few, and then stopped eating. He just wanted to be satisfied, lying on the edge of the pool, his limbs and bones were all comfortable. When she got up, she raised her head and saw that Rong Tinghuan did not leave here, so she just guarded her. She was holding the core of the last plum, and she felt a little distressed for his dull temperament who didn't know how to play. She swam beside him and asked He, "in a while, do you want to take a dip in the soup pool?"

Rong Ting raised his eyebrows lightly, without nodding or shaking his head, his eyes never moved away from her, his eyes focused.

The little girl's face was as red as a ripe, natural and clear red,

Yanli is much more moving than when she wore rouge.

He suddenly laughed, his deep voice bypassed the water vapor and reached Jiang Rao's ears.

"Before, why did Nian Nian care about Mr. Shu's daughter?"

Jiang Rao didn't know why he mentioned Master Shu's girl at this time, but following his words, he remembered the scene where Master Shu's daughter stood in front of Rong Ting that day, the girl's eyes were full of admiration, she thought at that time. The person in Miss Shu's eyes is him...

"I'm afraid she will marry you."

She already knew about Miss Shu, it was her misunderstanding, but in the future someone might think of a way to marry her own girl to him, she felt a little depressed when she thought about it.

That doesn't work, that's not right.

Rong Ting was just a sentence, and he hooked out the domineering in her bones.

When I was awake, it was clear in my mind that kindness was kindness, liking was liking, it wasn't that she helped him and then paid affection, he had to reciprocate affection. Confused and even a bit like when she was drunk and went crazy, how could she be more generous, her wet arms stretched out from the water, and her fingertips reached over and poked him lightly, "The one who helped you. it's me."

"It's me who is going to marry you." Her eyelashes were already wet with mist, and the corners of her eyes were powdered by the steam, and they looked red. He himself said that he was hers, so why should he change to Shu? An adult's daughter? "You can only be mine." She said, her voice a little anxious and even crying.

Rong Ting was stunned for a moment, then bent down and carried her out of the water, wrapping her wet body in his jacket and holding her in his arms.

He wanted to force her to tell the truth.

I just didn't expect her emotions to be so excited.

He gave in at once, and didn't want to take any more words from her. What was she thinking about him, when it was guilt compensation, and when it came to love, he always saw clearly, he just saw too much The cunning and fickleness of people's hearts, I am afraid that she will change in the future.

His fingers were always as warm as jade, and lightly patted Jiang Rao's back.

Jiang Rao's words didn't bring much temper, just a little bit of temper. He followed her like this, her temperament did not drop, but rose a little bit, and gave a soft "snort", fingers Hold on tightly to the corner of his shirt.

She drank wine, ate plums soaked in wine, and soaked soup again. Her body was as soft as if she had no bones, and most of her sanity had flown away. She was already half asleep, and instinctively stretched out her hand to let it go. She wanted him to hold her hand in his hand, as if she was willing to be close to him.

Rong Ting's fingers froze, then closed, originally wanting to seduce her to do something, but when he saw her in front of him, he wanted to follow her in advance.

It's really dying to change.

Thirty-six strategies are well-known, and when they reach her, they will change. The siege of the city fails, but he himself first lost the city.

He waited for the little girl in his arms to breathe evenly, stood up, and carried her to the stone couch.

The stone couch was covered with a warm quilt. Although Jiang Rao recognized the bed, she was surrounded by the scent of medicine that made her feel familiar and reassuring. She still slept peacefully, and even had a short dream.

In the dream, the cold night was deep, snowflakes were falling, and the white snowflakes covered the eaves and treetops. The man in the crane cloak was sitting in a wheelchair. He didn't know what he was holding in his hand.

Jiang Rao's heart seemed to be clenched tightly. When she was propped up to feed her hangover soup, she opened her eyes and looked at Rong Ting who was feeding her hangover soup with a spoon in front of her. Neck, hold tightly.

Rong Ting's body froze, his hand holding the spoon swayed, and most of the hangover soup in the spoon overturned, wetting the warm quilt on the stone couch.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

When Jiang Rao spoke, her voice was a little low, with heart palpitations and fear, she whispered: "I had a nightmare."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that your leg could not be healed."

Jiang Rao said in a low voice, a little sad, but Rong Ting smiled faintly.

No matter how miserable he lived, others would only sympathize at most, and she would be the only one who would treat his leg failure as a nightmare.

He took her hand and put it on his lap, "Just a nightmare."

There were two long scars on his legs, covered with cloth, and it was not apparent that he had ever been seriously injured.

Jiang Rao pursed her lips and changed, her dreams would no longer be related to what happened in the future.

She didn't want to see him become what she dreamed of at all.

She moved her head, resting her pillow on his heart, listening quietly to his heartbeat, and suddenly realized where it was.

The soup pool was originally brightly lit all night, but now there is only one lamp left, quietly burning in the southwest corner of the house. Jiang Rao was relieved of the wine and drunk, and his mind gradually sobered up. The memories of the soup are brought back together.

She also remembered the words he said while holding on to him.

Jiang Rao's heart tightened, and she suddenly raised a hand to cover her face, she was so ashamed that he came over with wine and plums while she was soaking in soup, and she actually, unexpectedly...

He just mentioned Lord Tishu's daughter, and she made a fuss like this...

She turned over and didn't dare to look at the person she had oppressed. Behind her, Rong Ting turned her back and turned her face towards him again. She was petite and small, lying in his arms. He could only look down at her.

Although he was condescending, his eyes were clear and innocent, "What did I do wrong?"

Jiang Rao shook her head violently, paused for a long time, and finally daring to admit her ferocity, "Just those words..."

She was about to say that she was drunk, but suddenly stopped.

She knew very well in her heart that what she said through alcohol was all true.

Just shy to say it when I'm awake.

"Although it was said after being drunk, you can take it seriously."

She said cheekily.

The slender fingers stretched out, a little uneasy, grabbing at the fabric of his clothes, not knowing where they caught it.

Rong Ting smiled and raised his hand to hold Jiang Rao's hand that grabbed the placket of his chest. The movement of inserting his fingers//into the gap between her fingers was somewhat teasing, "What words?"

"The one who helped me is you, and the one who wants to marry me can only be you."

"I'm yours instead."

He repeated word by word slowly in his voice, making Jiang Rao embarrassed. After nodding lightly, his fingers couldn't help but shrank back, hiding behind him. Rong Ting slowly stood up, pressing Jiang Rao with his palm Rao's hand moved up, moved to the collar of his shirt, pressed her fingers on the collar of his shirt, and pressed her fingers down a little.

But at this time, he stopped, attached to Jiang Rao's ear, and when he was talking in a low voice, he pressed Jiang Rao's finger and continued to press down, "But at this moment, it seems that I can't convert a person of age, Um?"

His voice was low and inviting, making Jiang Rao's heart tremble, and her heart numb. She had never seen such a battle before, so she opened her eyes to look at Rong Ting.

After he finished speaking, he propped himself up slightly, his black hair flowing behind him.

The only light that was burning in the room, the dim light passed through the entire soup pool full of water vapor and hit him in the face. The bait, and his eyes fixed on her and stopped moving, as if to tempt her to promise him something, Jiang Rao bit her lip, and her fingers slid down along the trajectory that he had hinted, and opened up. his clothes.

#There is a car here#

#But the car drove to the Jinjiang toll area on the way to Qiu Mingshan, so it stopped and couldn't go on.#

...

Originally, the soup pond was full of water vapor and mist, and Jiang Rao felt hot when steamed. During this period, she was sweating and tears in her eyes, and it seemed that water could come out of her hands.

With tears in her eyes, Jiang Rao wanted to cover her ears when she heard her own voice.

The hot spring water is in the soup pool, which is convenient for cleaning.

But Jiang Rao was already in a daze, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Rao's body was in pain.

She moved her body and wanted to get up, but her waist felt sore. Not only did she have no strength to lift it up, but instead, she was in terrible pain.

She raised her eyes a little and saw that the man in front of her was sleeping soundly, and she didn't know where the anger and confusion were coming from.

Originally listening to what Mammy told her, she thought instead, even if this matter between men and women can be done with him, in the end, he should become weak.

How could it be that she was so tired that she lost her anger first, wilted like grass that hadn't seen the sun for more than ten days.

Even if she didn't have much experience, she gradually realized that the mother who taught her those things before marriage was all wrong.

She should never worry about whether his body has recovered or not.

This tossing bastard is better than her if she doesn't recover well.

She rubbed her lips and dawdled, reaching out and rubbing her waist. Although the pain wasn't much, it was very tiring.

It took a lot of effort for her to sit up, only to find that Rong Ting was also awake after getting up.

She didn't know when he woke up, but when she noticed him, his eyes kept on her.

The sight is quiet and obedient.

There is absolutely nothing like the disobedient and tossing people at night.

Jiang Rao felt a little aggrieved, and when she thought that he was the one who made her suffer, she had the urge to throw the pillow under her head and slap his face.

But looking at his flawless face, she was a little reluctant to let her drop the pillow.

If this face is broken, she will feel more distressed than anyone else.

What's more, she was the first to untie his clothes last night.

He just asked one question, and she went with the flow.

Jiang Rao felt a little regretful, she had known that she would be so tired at this time, and she was temporarily confused by male sex, so she should not be impulsive.

Her waist suddenly tightened, she looked down and saw Rong Ting's long arms stretched out, wanting to take her into his arms, she remembered his appearance at night and wanted to escape, but her body was sore and it was too late to hide, so let him He managed to hold her in his arms.

He put his arms around her waist and hugged her, his head was moved, and he was leaning on the waist of the little girl who already belonged to him, closing his eyes as if he was resting.

Jiang Raohuan had never seen him look so comfortable and relaxed, and the curvature of his thin lips seemed to be unable to fall.

She wanted to say something, but when she really opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse, and when she said "you", she stopped all the words in her mouth. She raised her hand to press her throat and arm. It was only lifted into the air when Rong Ting grabbed it back and held it in his hands.

He rubbed against Jiang Rao's waist with some satisfaction and some dissatisfaction, raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang Rao, but he did not seem to be a little crazy at night, obedient and innocent, he sighed and said to Jiang Rao: "I will give you my innocence. is you."

Jiang Rao: "..."

His sigh inexplicably made her think, did he regret it?

Instead, imply that she takes responsibility?

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the way he was rubbing away. She felt like the latter. There was no way to hold him for a while, and when he held him like this, she suddenly remembered something that had puzzled her for a long time since last night. .

"Why do you..."

She cleared her throat, hesitated a few times, and finally asked, "Why are you so...will..."

It's too embarrassing to ask this question, she couldn't go on after half of it.

The things she knew were taught by the mother, and it was very talkative on paper, but he was much better than her.

But if he had any experience in other places, he would be bored by being touched by others like this, and he wouldn't even be willing to wait by a servant... She didn't believe it either.

Rong Ting smiled, his eyes were like stars, he tilted his head and looked up at her, "Are you complimenting me every year?"

Jiang Rao couldn't bear it any longer, and finally threw the pillow on his face.

Rong Ting dodged with a light smile, and took the irritated little girl back into his arms. When he saw her smiling, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of pets, "During the war, some people in the barracks always like to talk about meat/// /talk."

When Jiang Rao heard the words, her brows suddenly tightened, "Are you going to unclean places with them?"

"No." The back of Rong Ting's ears was a little red, and he pressed her head with his long fingers and took it into his arms, "Just... think about it."

"Thinking about what?"

Jiang Rao regretted it not long after asking, because Rong Ting suddenly came close to her ear, lowered his voice and said two words to her, "With you."

Huaizhou that place

The environment was tough, and someone did want to take him to a place where he could have fun. Xi Zimo even wanted to send the woman to his account.

He didn't touch the woman sent by Xi Zimo, just listened to what some outspoken people in the barracks said, and gradually learned something.

Jiang Rao's ears seemed to be on fire. He wanted to hide out of his arms and moved restlessly. Rong Ting's breathing gradually subsided. He sighed again, a little weak and pitiful, "Pity me every year. OK?"

He took her hand, and it looked like he didn't use much force at all, but in fact he didn't give her a chance to escape at all.

Jiang Rao once again understood how unreliable the words of the grandmother in the palace that her aunt had brought for her.

She shouldn't be confused and take the initiative to untie his clothes.

...

Splendid Palace.

The long-term confinement made Empress Jiahe's face gradually gloomy and ugly. At first, she thought there that Emperor Zhaowu would be reluctant to come to see her, and changed to the idea of ​​dressing up. , she gradually died.

Originally it was her who lied to others, behaved gentle and virtuous, and was praised by others, but now she was deceived by Emperor Zhaowu. When she thought of how she really indulged in the fake tenderness given by Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe was terrified.

He hated himself, and he hated Emperor Zhaowu even more.

The seventeenth prince secretly went in through the back door of Jinxiu Palace to look at her, and saw Empress Jiahe crouching haggard on the table, his face pale and his eyes closed, like a dead person, his face was full of distress and unbearable, and he softly shouted, "Empress Mother. ."

Empress Jiahe slowly raised her eyes and saw that it was the seventeenth prince. She immediately coughed, grabbed the seventeenth prince's hand, and confirmed, "Now that Fengyin is really in Qin Yun's hands?"

The seventeenth prince nodded slowly.

Queen Jiahe's face was ashen.

She had already heard the news from the palace servant who was serving in the Splendid Palace, but she didn't want to believe it.

The tree fell monkey Sun San, the palace servants who used to serve in the Jinxiu Palace have already left, and the only ones left are loyal servants, and those who are not needed in other palaces can’t leave, and their attitude is not as respectful as in the past. .

Empress Jiahe knew very well in their hearts that they were all waiting to see what would happen to her in the end. Once she was completely defeated, these cheap servants would dare to come and taunt her in front of her.

She shuddered when she thought of that scene, shook her head desperately, grabbed the seventeenth prince's arm, and said, "Yuan'er, you must find a way not to let your grandfather get into trouble."

The seventeenth prince's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "The Dali Temple has already sent someone to Youzhou."

He clenched his fists, a little annoyed, "But my grandfather is not the only one in Beijing who trains the dead! Why does the royal father only stare at the grandfather?"

The queen looked out and saw that no one was eavesdropping, so she said to the seventeenth prince: "Since you know who also trains the dead in their hands, you know what they are doing."

"If you know a person's handle, you can hold that person."

Queen Jiahe's tone was cold, and the seventeenth prince understood what she meant, nodded and said, "Those people can only stand on our side and serve me."

Seeing that he understood what she meant, Empress Jiahe finally showed a touch of relief in her eyes.

Even if the phoenix seal in her hand is taken away, as long as she is alive and her son can fight for her, then she will be the most respected woman in Da Zhao.

The seventeenth prince suddenly called out, "Queen Mother."

Empress Jiahe looked at him, and the seventeenth prince gathered up his courage and said, "My father has been ill recently, and my son wants to see him, but he is afraid that his mother will be disappointed..."

Empress Jiahe's eyes softened a lot immediately. She hated Emperor Zhaowu so much in her heart, but she had a gentle smile on her face, "Even if the sage punishes Ben Gong, Yuaner shouldn't be sad for your mother and queen, and blame your father and emperor."

She straightened her messy sideburns, and the arrival of the seventeenth prince brought a little vitality to her face. When she thought of the beauty and pride when the seventeenth prince ascended the throne in the future, when she was respected as the queen mother, she even smiled faintly on her lips.Get up, "If your father is seriously ill, you will take care of him in front of his bed overnight. You must make your father feel that you are the purest and most filial one among the princes, especially you can't let your ninth brother have the upper hand."

When she mentioned Rong Ting, she still harbored hatred in her heart.

If she hadn't been caught off guard by the trap set by him, how could she have ended up where she is now?Father's side wouldn't be so chaotic, being pressed by him step by step.

Really hateful.

There was a certain determination in her eyes, "You are the one who grew up in front of your father, and he will love you even more."

As for Rong Ting, from the time he was born to the year when his legs were injured, he had almost never seen Emperor Zhaowu. How could he compare with her Yuan'er?

...

After the Seventeenth Prince left the Splendid Palace, he went to Emperor Zhaowu's palace according to Empress Jiahe's instructions.

When waited outside the palace, didn't have time to report, but was stopped by Li Ren.