Sitting dry until dawn, Jiang Rao was absent-minded, and after hastily finished breakfast, he went out to the west of the city.

Jiang Siye saw that she had been depressed alone for three or four days. This morning, he deliberately asked the kitchen to get her favorite soup dumplings, but saw that she left the door without moving her chopsticks. She felt strange in her heart and called Jiang Raowu. One of the maids came over.

"What have you been busy with recently every year?"

He originally waited for his daughter to take the initiative to complain to him, but he did not expect that he would not be able to wait day by day.

Jiang Siye sighed with emotion in his heart. She liked to pester him when she was a child, but when she grew up, she no longer looked down on his old father, so he had to ask for it himself.

The maid said, "The girl has been going to the west side of the city a lot lately."

Jiang Siye's old father was sad, "What are you going to do in the west of the city?"

"It seems to be looking for a young boy two or three years older than her."

Old father Jiang's heart rang in an instant, frowning, and his face turned cold.

On the side, Jiang Qin smirked, and asked, "Is that boy good-looking?"

Jiang Qinshi is thirty-four years old now, but she looks like a twenty-year-old young girl.

She thought to herself that her daughter might be just like her, and she only looked at her face, and she might have fallen in love with her husband early on.

Seeing his wife's expression, Fourth Master Jiang knew what she was thinking.

When he thought of the picture of his daughter getting married in the future, the gentle and easy-going man on weekdays patted the table with a grumpy temper, "It's not good looking, how old are you every year?"

Jiang Qin raised his eyebrows, "It's not good if you look good, I wouldn't have married you back then."

She smiled and said, "If you had promised her and the ninth prince's marriage that year, there would have been a beautiful brother who would be your future husband since childhood."

When Jiang Rao was a few months old, Emperor Zhaowu intended to make a baby kiss for Jiang Rao and the two-year-old Ninth Prince Rong Ting.

When Jiang Qin saw that the two-year-old boy was born exquisitely and beautifully, and heard that his biological mother was a rare beauty in the world, thinking that his appearance in the future would not be wrong, he was a little moved.

It's a pity that Jiang Xingzhou declined this baby kiss.

"Every year is my heart, and I will definitely find the best man in the world for her to be her husband."

Fourth Master Jiang snorted coldly when he remembered the past because of what Jiang Qin said.

Early on, he took on the critical attitude of his father-in-law, "I don't like the ninth prince's ill and thin appearance."

What's more, he knew in his heart that this family

It's not that simple.

The ninth prince was born and lost his mother, and has no support in the palace.

The emperor deliberately put his daughter and the ninth prince together, clearly wanting to find Ning Anbo's house, to be a backer for his poor and helpless son.

But in a cannibalistic place like the deep palace, if there is no one who sincerely protects him, it may not be easy for him to survive.

Not to mention that if there is a dispute over the succession in the future, a prince like him who has no background will be the life of the cannon fodder.

He never wanted to see his daughter become a widow before she got married.

...

The hut in the west of the city, inside and outside the house, the servants of the Jiang family came in and out.

Since the day Jiang Rao fell off the wall, she has lost face.

But the young man needed someone to watch, so she dispatched more than a dozen servants to guard here.

These servants came in and out, and repaired this dilapidated hut in the west of the city as if it were new. The house was filled with rare medicinal materials taken from the Jiang family's treasury.

Rong Ting was sitting by the window with his back against the wheelchair.

He looked at the silhouettes walking back and forth outside the house, and the clutter of footsteps could be heard.

He knew the cause and effect of this incident in his heart, knew that she felt guilty because she hit him, and called some servants over.

But recalling the scene that day, his eyebrows sank.

He never thought to save her.

Who lives and who dies has nothing to do with him.

At the age of nine, he watched the tenth prince being pushed into the pond by a concubine who was insane.

The tenth prince, who used to be arrogant and bullied with his other brothers, trampled him under his feet again and again, choked water in his nose, and when he was about to be submerged in water, he finally had the appearance of being the emperor's younger brother.

That was the first time he called his ninth brother - when he could be used to save his life.

But the tenth prince's voice calling for his brother's help was more desolate. He stood by the grass on the shore without any movement, watching him sink to the bottom of the water.

A living person dies and sinks to the bottom like a fish, much quieter.

Cold-blooded, selfish, and his own brother died in front of his eyes without moving.

That should be his reaction.

She should just be abandoned and ignored.

It was right to watch her fall into the snow with cold eyes.

But the moment he saw her fall, his body responded quickly.

Even after she was smashed into the leg, the pain on the leg was like a knife cut, but she was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, she was fine.

Unusually unlike him.

The abnormality at this time was too costly.

He felt a little familiar with her inexplicably, but he couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

Who is she.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes and stared at his legs.

The pain here used to be piercing, but these few days... but it has become like a piece of wood, unaware, and can't even feel the pain.

Below the crotch, it seems to be empty, even if the two legs are directly sawed off, I am afraid it will be no different from now.

He just saw a little bit of hope that he could get back on his feet, but instead

Rong Ting's eyes were full of gloom.

When he was in a coma, vaguely, he heard the old doctor's words.

Since then he has been a complete crippled, useless waste.

Unable to return to Beijing, the remaining forces in Beijing will also be useless. One step down, one step down, he will always be subservient.

Rong Ting's fist clenched beside him trembled unwillingly, as if a falling knife was plunging into his heart.

Suddenly there was a rustling noise from the window.

He looked up, and by the window lattice, a head with two girls in buns stuck out.

It's Jiang Rao.

She was lying by the window, showing her head, and said solemnly, "I found a way to cure your leg injury."

Her eyes were full of autumn water, because the corners of her eyes were wet and red because she had cried several times, but her face was very beautiful, like a pomegranate that had just been bitten, her face was water red and wet with tears.

She looked at Rong Ting with a look of shame.

Seeing his pale lips and weak body, her eyes were full of ashes, gloomy and lonely.

It was she who made him look like this.

It's all her fault.

She lowered her eyes reproachfully and promised softly, "I'll bring the medicine back. You have to wait for me to come back."

The carriage out of the city was waiting outside. She didn't say much, just said these two words hastily, and then boarded the carriage and left.

The carriage drove all the way out of the city.

When driving past the city gate, the handwritten notice on the wall by the county magistrate was blown off by the strong wind, and was photographed on the carriage.

The eight words "cherish your life, don't leave the city" are still as new.

...

Wait for her to come back.

Thinking of her sworn eyes and the back figure she left in a hurry, Rong Ting frowned fiercely, and the strange feeling in his heart went a step further.

He never tried to trust anyone.

From the moment he had the memory, all the people around him were deceiving him, deceiving him, and humiliating him, and no one really felt better about him.

He didn't seem so stupid unless he didn't believe it.

So ridiculous and pitiful, maintaining the last bit of dignity and backbone.

But now, her inner defense line is shaking day by day under her increasing approach, destroying the dead at a speed that makes him panic.

Her eyes were as clean as water, and their eyes were as clear as streams. Although their eyes were timid, they were always on him.

It was as if he really cared about him.

Rong Ting resisted his own thoughts, and he kept thinking about it uncontrollably, his temples aching sharply.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Without saying hello, one person walked in with a pig-headed face with a blue nose and a swollen face.

If it weren't for the clothes on his body, but only his face, I'm afraid no one would recognize Wang Zhou - his face was so swollen that even his own mother couldn't recognize it.

Wang Zhou was eating Bawang's meal that day, and was beaten badly by the restaurant owner, and he lost a penny on him.

He had bruises all over his body, it hurt everywhere, he couldn't walk, he crawled back.

People came in and out of the hut, and it was so lively that there was no previous desertion. Wang Zhou thought that he had returned to the wrong place, and after inquiring about it, he realized that it was sent by Jiang Rao.

Thinking that he was suffering and suffering outside, but Rong Ting stayed here and was comfortably served, Wang Zhou was jealous.

He was leaning against the wall, grinning, rubbing medicine on his bruised and festering wound, and said sarcastically, "Miss from a big family just has a leisurely heart."

He looked coolly at Rong Ting, who glanced out of the window, and said in a sour tone, "Don't look at her helping this group and that now, it's just that the eldest lady from a rich family is having a boring life, I have pity on you Beggar, just have nothing to do to pass the day. What she gave you is nothing but something she doesn't need."

He sneered twice, "Wait until one day she's not interested in you, let's see if she will come to you instead"

The answer to him was a bang on the door.

Rong Ting turned the wheel of his wheelchair and went outside the house, his back was absolutely indifferent.

Because of his indifferent attitude, Wang Zhou slammed his fist on cotton, and he stopped talking, but quickly, he spat in disdain.

He felt that what he had just said was true at all, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Laughing at Jiang Rao working for a dying crippled, she really cares

Rong Ting went all the way to the door and stopped at the threshold.

There were two lines of deep ruts on the snowy road outside.

It's the rut of a wagon wheel.

He looked at it for a long time, but shook his head.

He didn't believe in Wang Zhou, but he believed in himself.

No one will really treat him well.

When he was young, there was no palace maid who took pity on him and secretly stuffed him with steamed buns.

But after being discovered by the queen's people, he turned to point out that he stole the steamed bun from the kitchen himself, and he was beaten badly.

He understands better than anyone

Those small acts of kindness given on a whim by others are vulnerable when they threaten themselves.

...

Four days in a flash.

For four days, Rong Ting never saw Jiang Rao again.

He suppressed the inexplicable anticipation and anxiety in his heart, thinking, this is the right way.

Whether she comes now or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Even if she is here now, there will always be a day when she will get bored.

In the end, he will only be alone.

But it's been four days...

Rong Ting felt a little strange in his heart.

Even if she didn't come, he actually wanted to know what she was doing.

This thought tormented him for four days, and when he realized it, he found that he had turned his wheelchair and went outside.

There are two old women in the street chatting

"The carriage was hit by a snowball that rolled down the mountainside when it passed the mountainside, and it turned over the cliff."

"It's too coincidental. If it passed a while earlier or later, it would not have encountered such a thing."

"What about the people in the carriage? Are they alive?"

"I don't know... A lot of people are watching at the foot of the mountain, maybe they are dead people"

"It's terrifying, the snow is so heavy, how can someone really want to go out of the city, what can be bigger than life?"

Rong Ting's face was still his usual indifferent look.

until

"This carriage seems to belong to the wealthy family from Jinling, especially because they are used to the wealthy days of brocade clothing and jade food. I wonder how dangerous the snowy mountain roads here are..."

Rong Ting glanced at them with a bleak face.

At this time, a figure appeared far away in the snow.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and it was the maid who occasionally followed Jiang Rao.

The maid approached him with red eyes. When approached, she shoved bottles and jars of pills and a few medical books into his arms, but she choked and couldn't say anything for a while.

Rong Ting suddenly remembered the two carriage marks he saw outside his house four days ago, and the chat with the two old women just now.

Four days ago, the little nosy girl had some strange assurances.

His brow twitched heavily.

Why did he only see her maid, but not her?

The always calm voice trembled slightly, showing an uncontrollable anxiety, but it sounded very cold, "Your girl, where is she?"

Ming Shao's eyes were already red, and when she heard the news he was asking about Jiang Rao, she choked first, and then uncontrollable tears rolled from her eyes.

She slumped to the ground and burst into tears. In her crying, she was uncontrollably sad, "Girl, girl, she..."