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Jiang Rao is pampered on weekdays, and she only cooks salted fish for nine out of ten days. She is used to being lazy. Every time she goes back and forth, she has some pantothenic acid in her ankles, and her arm pushing the wheelchair is also tired.

I really don't know how she endured the sins in the dream.

When got home, the first thing did was to rest on the couch, with little face buried in the pillow, like a lotus leaf crushed by the rainstorm in summer, as lazy as it had no bones, and didn't like to lift arms.

The maid Ming Shao took off her slush-stained cotton satin shoes for her, looking at her lazy appearance, pity and puzzlement.

"Look at how tired the girl is. I just asked an attendant to send it off. Why bother to work on myself? The girl is too hands-on with that person."

Jiang Rao thought about the boy's indifferent face, but shook his head, buried in the pillow.

I just did this, how can be too caring?

She was thinking of going to find him again tomorrow.

He is as cold as ice now, but if she treats him well day by day, the ice cubes will melt one day, and then he will not be angry with her and his brother again.

Jiang Rao became more and more sleepy, her eyelids gradually closed, she was about to fall asleep but suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up with a blanket in her arms, looking remorseful.

She said she always felt like there was something she didn't do.

She forgot to give him the boy's purse.

What a mess of hers!

With no sleepiness at all, Jiang Rao slid off the couch with a bitter face, put on her clothes again, and walked out the door with her purse.

...

Snowflakes fell from the sky again, and the snow was not big, like a light haze.

The rustling of snowflakes falling on the branches and the children's frolic, mixed together, reached Jiang Rao's ears.

The further west you go, the clearer the children's happy laughter.

Hearing them talking, it was like a snowball fight.

"I have the biggest snowball in my hand"

"What kind of skill is it? It's obviously that I throw the most and the most accurately."

"Hmph, then let's throw it again and see who can throw it right this time."

Hearing these childish words, Jiang Rao couldn't help but smile.

It's so good, so alive.

Just waiting for her to turn a corner and see the direction in which the children playing in the snow were throwing snowballs, the smile solidified on the corner of her lips.

The snowballs of the group of children were aimed at the boy.

His wheelchair was stuck in the snow, and his hands were firmly grasping the wheels. He was turning the wheelchair with difficulty to walk forward, but the threshold blocked his way. The wheels of the wheelchair trembled.

From the time she left to the time she came back, his position didn't seem to have changed.

The muscles of his arms were tensed due to the force, and the sleeves were propped up with vague lines. There was snow on the shoulders, and the back was even deeper and shallower, covered with broken snowballs. .

Jiang Rao hurriedly ran forward to support his wheelchair and brushed the snow off his shoulders. The more she thought about it, the more she became angrier. Her moist almond eyes widened, and she shouted to the group of children in the snow, "What There are people who bully people like you."

Instead, those children laughed and didn't care, and there was no shame on their faces. They coaxed together: "That's a cripple that's better than a lame person. If the cripple has the ability, let this trash be thrown back."

Jiang Rao's mind seemed to explode with a buzzing sound.

She looked down at the man in the wheelchair.

He was gloomy and silent, his eyes were like pools, two stagnant water, and he did not respond.

It's like... it's like getting used to it.

Jiang Rao felt sour for no apparent reason, and her body trembled with anger at the hateful behavior of these children.

It was difficult for her to vent her anger, so she quickly formed several snowballs and threw them at the group of children, trading teeth for teeth.

Immediately, the stone fluttered, and the group of children dispersed in a swarm and disappeared behind the corner house.

But the snowballs that Jiang Rao threw were not far away.

Those children came out one after another, making all kinds of faces, "Slightly, just like that crippled, you are also a waste, a waste"

Jiang Rao's eyes were red with anger.

Rong Ting glanced at her.

Even more ridiculous.

Since she already got what she wanted, why should she change it back?

In exchange for helping him hypocritically, making a sincere appearance.

In addition to the jade talisman, what he has left is his life.

His fists landed on his knees, clenched tightly, blue veins looming. Her neck is slender, if she is really like what she showed when she threw the snowball just now, with his current strength, he can put her to death.

Jiang Rao met his gaze, but was startled.

His eyes are black and beautiful, and if there is a little emotion in them, it will make his eyes bright.

This also allowed her to see clearly the disgust, disgust and blood in his sight.

She had only left for a while, and his attitude had obviously changed.

Jiang Rao wanted to cry without tears, where did she offend him again?

looking at oneself

Having touched the fingers on his shoulder, Jiang Rao suddenly seemed to understand something, and suddenly retracted her fingers.

She guessed that she had bumped into him and upset him.

After realizing this, when Jiang Rao moved him into the house, he wasted his strength.

He was afraid of hurting him, but he didn't dare to touch him.

During the whole process, Rong Ting endured the pain in his legs and secretly looked at his guesses without saying a word, trying to figure out what she was trying to do.

After entering the Chaimen and stepping into the Sifang courtyard, she wanted to send him into the house, but he did not allow her to enter.

Hearing his words, Jiang Rao stopped, but just lowered her head in frustration and looked at the small courtyard.

It is more deserted and narrower than Jiang Rao imagined.

The entire yard was covered in snow and no one was cleaning it.

The courtyard was empty, except for a few moldy wood sticks standing at the corner of the west wall. The door and window lattice were covered with cobwebs. After opening the door, the four bare white walls, when the wind passed through, made this empty room look like a huge tomb.

The whole house was filled with a dark and dank atmosphere, not like a place where people lived.

The place where one of his young masters lives is not as good as the place where her servants live.

What kind of son is this?

The servant named Wang Zhou just now disappeared. Jiang Rao looked left and right and pouted, "Where's your servant? He clearly promised me to send you back to the house."

Rong Ting finally used up all his patience at this moment.

His fingers were clenched and clenched, his blue veins bulging, and he stared at her thin neck, which seemed to be broken with one hand, and a trace of bloodthirsty aura floated up in his eyes, mixed with unwillingness.

If it wasn't for the frostbite on his leg in the snow just now, he was too weak, and he didn't know if she was pretending or if he could kill her at once, why would he hold back and not do it.

"What are you here for?" he asked in a deep voice, turning the wheelchair with his fingers quietly, getting closer to Jiang Rao, his cold eyes entangled in her neck.

Jiang Raohuan turned his head around looking for Wang Zhou. Hearing his question, he slowly tilted his head back, thought for a moment, and then knocked on his head in surprise, "Almost forgot..."

She searched in her arms angrily, and handed him the purse, "I saw your purse was dirty, so I asked the maid to wash it, and where it was torn, the needle and thread were mended, and the jade pendant inside was replaced. It's just that I sent you back just now, I was in a hurry, I forgot to give it to you, and now it's yours."

Rong Ting was stunned for a moment.

The small open hand in front of him lies in the purse of his jade talisman.

Her palms were flushed red from the snow because she had just grabbed the snow.

It was he who misunderstood her.

Rong Ting loosened his clenched fist, and the blue veins on the back of his hand gradually faded away.

Thinking back on her actions that he thought were hypocritical, she felt a little complicated for a while.

It's just that the gaze he looked at her was still as cold as a blade, with no emotions, no feelings, and no trust. It was full of indifferent scrutiny, and he was still defensive.

The corners of her nose and eyes were also a little red, and she even breathed softly. The beautiful eyes seem to have been washed with water, with a timid expression, like the cowardly and afraid expression of a small animal that sees a hunter.

Afraid of him? He's a crippled man, what's there to be afraid of.

When Jiang Rao came, he had been typing all the way, thinking about all kinds of things, but when he really saw him, he was as nervous as a rabbit who sent himself into the wolf's den, and he couldn't say a word when he thought of it.

Seeing his cold-blade-like eyes, she suddenly remembered the scene of revenge and abuse by him in her dream, and her knees began to tremble uncontrollably.

His eyes seemed murderous...

She doesn't want to stay here any longer, send warmth or something, let's wait until she has the courage to come back.

Jiang Rao suppressed the fear of him in her heart, shoved the purse into his hand, and whispered, "The purse... Since it has been replaced by you, then I will leave."

After he finished speaking, he ran for his life quickly to the door, and quickly grabbed the door handle with his hand.

At this time, he heard a thank you from behind.

Jiang Rao was stunned and stopped.

Then he reacted, and his eyes turned brightly.

But she saw the young man with his back to her, the thin and lonely back sank in the dark shadow of the room.

Instead, it was a look of indifference and indifference.

She thought that he said thank you, and the grievances between the two of them could be written off.

Think more.

Jiang Rao lowered his head and turned to leave.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes, his eyes always stopped on the purse in his hand, but his ears were listening to her footsteps.

She is very small and her steps are small and light, but she walks very fast, there is a creaking sound when stepping on the snow, and the footsteps gradually weaken.

Until can't hear it anymore.

He just turned around, and there was a yard of snow in his sight.

There were a bunch of small footprints on the white snow.

He looked down at the purse in his hand, his slender fingers slowly gathered, and he held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

No one has ever sewed a purse for him.

This old purse has been dirty since the day he picked it up.

But now, it is an unprecedented cluster

New and clean.

...

At night, the north wind raged.

The dilapidated wooden windows could not resist the cold wind at all, and were squeaked by the wind. The temperature inside the house was as humid and cold as the outside, and a white wall was useless.

In the darkness, Rong Ting's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

Wang Zhou next door was snoring like thunder, and he shrank and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Accidentally rolled under the bed and wanted to stand up on the bed, but he didn't have the strength, so he had to lie down on the ground resignedly.

The ground was bone-chillingly cold, and the quilt covering his body was so thin that the quilt was almost non-existent, with no protection against the cold at all, making it impossible to fall asleep at all.

His dark eyes stared at this long night, the chaos was black, and he seemed to have returned to the cold night of his childhood.

The night when he was imprisoned in the cold palace by his imperial brothers.

I don't know how many concubines who were hanged or died of illness there, they locked the door and wouldn't let him out.

The sound of the wind, like a ghost crying, roared in through the hole in the window. Thin and thin, he shrunk his body under the table so that he could withstand a little cold wind.

There was the sound of mice squeaking in the darkness. He curled up under the table, staring at the door without blinking, waiting for someone to open the door.

What followed was a dark, wet night all night.

This kind of dying, suffocating night, night after night, without end, after the end of the exchange, it seems that it will kill people's hopes, and it will never stop.

Now that he's grown up, he looks at the door, and no longer has the thought of hoping for someone to come.

It's just that the sky will break soon, the sun will come out, and let the body warm up a little.

Royal Palace.

Inside the Splendid Palace, there are stoves burning on all sides and in the center. When it is warm like spring, the furnishings in the house are all luxurious and extravagant. Beauties are hot on the table, and the wine and food are fragrant.

Emperor Zhaowu, Empress Jiahe and the twelve-year-old seventeen princes sat together and ate supper together, happily.

Seeing that the atmosphere was very good at this moment, Empress Jiahe smiled and said to Emperor Zhaowu: "Xiao Shiqi has been practicing diligently in archery recently, and he has improved a lot. Would you like to see the emperor?"

Emperor Zhaowu was quite fond of archery, and when he heard the words, he immediately became a little interested, and asked the eunuch to bring arrows and targets.

The queen thought that if her son could show his skills in archery, he would definitely be favored by the emperor, and she was happy for a while, and her lips twitched with a smile.

The seventeenth prince was gearing up and rushed forward excitedly. He shot an arrow, but it missed the target and hit the wall.

It was just an arrow, and Emperor Zhaowu didn't say anything in exchange, but the empress' face immediately became embarrassed.

Only the seventeenth prince shot an arrow into the air again,

The queen's face became more and more pale.

Of the last ten arrows, only one was near the bullseye.

Seeing that the queen is so anxious, she can't wait to try it for her son.

Tell him to practice hard, how did he become like this?

The expectant smile on Emperor Zhaowu's face disappeared little by little, and his dissatisfaction was only evident.

The queen smiled embarrassedly and excused her son: "Xiao Shiqi has been busy with his schoolwork recently, and he has been working very hard. I think he is a little tired."

Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "Practicing arrows also depends on talent. It can't be learned with kung fu. Little Seventeen may have other strengths, so you don't have to be attached to it."

His fingers were unhappy on the case, and suddenly he turned the conversation and asked, "How is Xiao Jiu lately? I remember that his archery skills are excellent."

The queen was taken aback.

Emperor Zhaowu had many heirs, and he had seventeen sons and daughters. Except for those who died prematurely, twelve were still alive in the world.

Rong Ting ranked ninth among the seventeen princes and princesses. His biological mother was only a palace maid, with a low status, but because of her outstanding beauty, it attracted the attention of Emperor Zhaowu, he was favored by the emperor, and became pregnant. Died in childbirth.

Rong Ting lost his mother at birth, and was raised with Empress Jiahe not long after he was born.

People all over the world say that Queen Jiahe is gentle and courteous, and treats other people's children as if she is her own, but they don't know that she is gentle on the surface and scorpion on the inside.

Although she adopted Rong Ting, she only asked Emperor Zhaowu and the world to praise her for her generosity. With the hatred of that palace maid for stealing favor, she never really treated him as her own child and took revenge on Rong Ting. body.

Even if Rong Ting was raised with her, it was as if he had no mother. He was short of food and clothing, and was neglected. He was helpless in the palace, as humble as a weed.

He was frail since he was a child, with a withdrawn and taciturn temperament, hiding behind the crowd, very inconspicuous. At the age of thirteen, when foreigners came to pay tribute, they were beyond everyone's expectations. They won three competitions with adult men from foreigners in a row, which was a blockbuster.

When shooting and hunting, the young man draws his bow and is full of high spirits.

Attracted Zhaowu Emperor Longyan's joy and praise.

This made Queen Jiahe extremely fearful.

Unlike previous dynasties, Dazhao established his heir as the crown prince, and the throne was not passed on to the virtuous. Emperor Zhaowu has never appointed a crown prince. If in the end, her own son, Xiao Shiqi, was compared with the son of a lowly palace maid, how could she endure this?

Last autumn, she sent an assassin to shoot Rong Ting's legs secretly, and because the situation in the capital was chaotic and the murderer had not been caught, she was afraid of another trouble, and the country was quiet and suitable for recuperation, and repeatedly assured that someone would take care of the imperial doctor. The prescription opened for Rong Ting to get medicine for the wound, and sent Rong Ting to the countryside.

Over the past year, Emperor Zhaowu has never asked a question. Today's sudden question caught Empress Jia and Empress by surprise and broke out in a cold sweat.

But in the end, she has been practicing in the deep palace for many years, and she has long practiced extraordinary concentration and xinxing. She quickly suppressed the fear in her heart, her face calmed down, and she replied: "Xiao Jiu's side, concubine will send you every month. People went to ask, and the people who came back this time said that Xiaojiu's legs were recovering well, but he just wanted to get better, and it would take some time to change."

Emperor Zhaowu was suspicious, "Xiaojiu has been gone for a year, so long, why do you have to wait for a while?"

The queen pinched her palm, her eyes darkened, and she replied calmly: "During the autumn hunt, Xiao Jiu was badly injured by the assassin, and even the bones were seen in the deepest part of the wound. Even the imperial doctor said it was not that easy to heal. Let him cultivate for a few days, and it is also good for his body."

When Emperor Zhaowu heard the words, there was a hint of regret on his face, and he warned: "Next time you send someone to give him monthly money, pick some more good herbs from the Taiyuan Hospital and send them together. Although the countryside is quiet, it is suitable for Rest in peace, but the quality of medicinal materials is not as good as in the palace."

The queen lowered her eyes, with a very docile and considerate look, "The emperor loves his son very much, and the concubine will share the emperor's worries, so I will ask the Taiyuan Hospital to send some herbs, and next time I will ask someone to see Xiaojiu. time, take it with you.”

Emperor Zhaowu nodded in satisfaction and left the Splendid Palace after having a little supper.

Queen Jiahe watched him leave gently, until he turned the corner and his face changed suddenly.

She recalled that she just told her son to perform well in front of Emperor Zhaowu, but ended up being disliked for his talent. In exchange for Emperor Zhaowu to recall Rong Ting, she felt regret and hatred for a while, her eyes were cold, as if quenched by poison. ruthless.

She punished the seventeenth prince to face the wall for half an hour, and then called the maid to come over, and ordered the maid to throw all the herbs she had just brought back from the imperial hospital into the gutter outside the palace and feed the homeless wild dogs.

...

The cold wind did not stop all night, until the dawn was twilight.

Rong Ting's legs were stuck on the cold ground all night, and the constant pain made him restless for a moment, and he couldn't sleep all night.

When it was dawn, he looked down at his weak and injured legs, his eyes were blue, and his eyes were cold and watery.

His leg injury aggravated again.

I'm afraid it will be completely ruined.