She took a second look.

The eyebrows of the two are indeed somewhat similar.

She has never seen the ninth prince when he grows up, but she has never forgotten how the ninth prince looked when he was young.

A small child, with skin like cold snow, lips like rouge, eyes as clean as clear glass, obviously very attractive, but always alone, with downcast eyes, long eyes With thick eyelashes, she stood quietly in the corner, shy and cold, but she looked extremely well-behaved.

When that child grows up, he should be as good-looking as the boy in front of him.

But she had never heard the news that the ninth prince had left the capital.

What's more, the ninth prince is not disabled.

Looking at the simple and plain rough clothes on the boy, Jiang Qin even denied his guess.

How can a child of the Tianjia fall into such a desolate situation of being displaced, and the monthly expenses alone can keep up with the whole year's expenses of ordinary people?

She was wrong.

Jiang Qinshi gently shook his head.

When Emperor Zhaowu hinted that they could marry the two children, they had already politely refused, and it was useless to think about letting the Ninth Prince be her son-in-law.

Think about the person in front of you.

After Rong Ting left, Jiang Qinshi sat on Jiang Rao's side and asked her, "Do you want to go out of the city this time every year to ask for medicine for that little boy?"

Jiang Rao nodded.

"What about the medicine?"

"It's been given to him."

"Does the medicine really work?"

"Naturally useful."

If it wasn't useful, she wouldn't go to great lengths to ask for it.

Jiang Rao came back from running around outside, feeling very tired, leaned against Jiang Qinshi, eyes closed, and said tiredly: "Ren Shen has healed people who were injured on the battlefield. He gave me pills, and in exchange for me he wrote The medical book and a few conditioning prescriptions, good medicine, massage, medicated bath, the injury on the boy's leg will be healed for half a year, and after recovery, it will be no different from ordinary people, in exchange for continuing to practice martial arts."

Although the carriage rolled down the cliff, she was startled and suffered some injuries, but the guilt and depression of the past few days were completely gone from her body.

It seems that the burden has been lifted, and the mood is much better.

"It's good to be useful."

Jiang Qin Shi heard the words and smiled.

Since it is useful, if the young man's leg injury can be healed just now, he will no longer be disabled in the future.

Jiang Qin turned around and instructed the maid: "Go to the treasury to find some good tonics and send them to the young man. If you see him in the future, you don't need to notify him, just bring your girl here. "

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After finishing, she turned her head towards Jiang Rao with a smile, and rubbed her head, "You grow up every year, and you have a future."

Jiang Rao only regarded her as praising her deeds of helping others, and obediently leaned on Jiang Qin's shoulders, as honest as a little milk cat, but she heard Jiang Qin's loving and gratifying voice falling from above her head again. Come down, "Nian Nian's thoughts are clear to my mother."

Jiang Rao raised his head slightly, feeling a little strange.

What's on her mind?

The door was pushed open at this moment, but it was Fourth Master Jiang who was covered in snow and pushed the door and strode in.

He rushed in a few steps, and because he just came back from outside, the hot air exhaled from his mouth was replaced by white fog, "Is it really all right?"

He heard someone report that his daughter had returned home, but he heard a lot of bad rumors and rumors on the street, so he hurried back, with a heart always on his way.

It wasn't until he saw Jiang Rao safe and sound in front of him that he breathed a sigh of relief, but sat beside Jiang Rao's bed, frowning and scolding her, "Sneak out of the city, don't you know how worried your family is?"

When Fourth Master Jiang rarely gets angry in front of Jiang Rao, this kind of cold tone is also very uncommon.

Jiang Qinshi is now standing on Jiang Rao's side, holding her husband's arm lightly, and speaking for Jiang Rao, "Isn't it okay every year? Besides, she also has a reason."

Fourth Master Jiang pointed his ears, "Is there a reason? What's the reason?"

"To save people, she went out of the city to find medicine. Every year is also kind and good, so don't blame her." Jiang Qin said that he was a little vague when he knew that his daughter had a crush, fearing that he might upset her husband.

Fourth Master Jiang became shrewd on this point.

"I heard that you often run west of the city recently?" Find a boy.

Jiang Rao didn't answer, just kept silent and acquiesced.

Jiang Siye immediately understood something.

The old father was very bored.

"I won't punish you this time."

But when he thought that his daughter often went to the west of the city to find young men of her age, he felt sour and panicked as if she was left out. Once again, I must ban your feet!"

...

Inside the palace, foreign envoys came to pay tribute.

The fat cattle and horses that paid tribute were cooked into delicious food, and the feast was full.

The envoy and Emperor Zhaowu had a high-level discussion at the banquet, and the conversation was very pleasant.

Warriors from the Western Regions

When he came out, he was burly and sturdy, with big muscles on his arms, bulging high, and looking at his stature alone, the hills towered there, which was terrifying.

The nation that grew up on horseback is inherently fierce, and it is very face-saving. When they came to Dazhao to pay tribute last year, the so-called strongest warrior in the Fanbang tribe was compared by Rong Ting, who was only thirteen years old, and he lost three games in a row. He has worked hard for a year, and he is waiting for this year to be ashamed.

But the warrior swept his gaze, but did not see Rong Ting's figure in the crowd.

His fighting spirit has visibly diminished, and he has no interest in dealing with the past.

This time, he won one game after another without any effort.

It seemed that the Fourth Prince, Seventh Prince and others who were fighting against him were extraordinarily useless.

Emperor Zhaowu's expression showed displeasure.

He didn't care about the outcome of the game.

Before last year, this kind of martial arts competition was often won by foreign warriors, and Emperor Zhaowu was also used to it.

As the result was doomed, and it was customary for Dazhao to lose and foreign countries to win, Emperor Zhaowu did not take this kind of competition to heart.

But last year, Rong Ting won three games in a row, which gave him a lot of face, and also made Emperor Zhaowu interested in this kind of competition.

If he loses again this year, Emperor Dazhao's face will be a little unbearable.

He didn't expect that with so many sons of his own, none of them would be able to win!

If it is said that this barbarian is powerful, it is clear that Xiao Jiu was only thirteen years old last year, and he won all three games.

The envoy from Fanbang, who came this time, didn't know much about it. He pointed at his samurai with a big laugh, and said in a lame Central Plains accent, "This year, he did his best."

In one sentence, Rong Ting won three games in a row last year, and said it was the result of their courtesy.

Hearing it in Emperor Zhaowu's ears, it was extremely uncomfortable.

However, Empress Jiahe, who was seated on the left side of Emperor Zhaowu, smiled faintly after hearing this.

In her eyes, any words that slander Rong Ting are good words.

What's more, there is no one who has just entered the competition without her son, and it is not her who is embarrassed.

If Little Seventeen grew up and beat them, it would make Little Seventeen even more powerful.

Rong Ting was so beautiful last year, and her little seventeen will be so beautiful in the future.

And Rong Ting will always be like his mother, a waste that can't turn over.

Queen Jiahe raised the corners of her lips happily.

The envoy of Fanbang glanced around, "What about the ninth prince, why didn't you see him come out for a test?"

After the second round of drinking, Empress Jiahe was too relaxed, and she blurted out her thoughts, "His legs are broken, how can he compete with others?"

The feast was silent for a moment.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe with a cold look.

Empress Jiahe realized later that she had said something wrong.

She recovered quickly, and pretended to be sad and said: "During the autumn hunting last year, Xiao Jiu was attacked by an assassin and suffered some injuries, but he has not yet recovered. If he is asked to come to the competition, the wound will be pulled, and I can't bear it. "

Emperor Zhaowu's eyes softened a little, "My son, how can he be disabled, he just suffered a little injury, and it's not a big problem."

However, the envoy of the Fan tribe was puzzled by what Empress Jiahe mentioned, "He is the one who has beaten the bravest warrior in our place. How powerful an assassin can he be injured?"

Emperor Zhaowu narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and turned his eyes to the queen beside him.

When an assassin appeared in Qiuhun, Rong Ting was injured, but the investigation after that was carried out by Empress Jiahe.

When Empress Jiahe heard this question, her heart sank.

The assassin who hurt Rong Ting at the beginning was the murderer of her family's Xu family.

The matter of raising dead men must not be known to the emperor.

With tears in her eyes, she looked like a mother who hated the assassin so much, "The assassin committed suicide in fear of sin and poison. He took pity on Xiao Jiu, who is a concubine. If you don't understand, you will suffer this kind of crime."

Seeing her sad face, the envoy of the Fan tribe asked soothingly, "How is the Ninth Prince recovering recently?"

Emperor Zhaowu pointed his fingertips on the table, and motioned for Empress Jiahe to answer this question.

Empress Jiahe's acting skills in front of others were flawless. At this time, her eyes widened and she said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Ben Gong found the best doctor and the best medicine for him. His injury is recovering well."

It's like a mother who cares and takes care of her children.

The Fan envoy laughed, "That's good! Next year, let our samurai learn martial arts with him."

Emperor Zhaowu also laughed at this time, "Definitely."

Later, Emperor Zhaowu called the eunuch to come over and asked the eunuch to find someone to see Rong Ting.

Emperor Zhaowu misses his unremarkable son very much at this moment.

It would be great if Rong Ting just returned to Beijing next year, and he could also save face for him in the competition arena.

How can a big country like Joshang be compared with a small country with less than ten thousand people?

Emperor Zhaowu's advice to the eunuch spread to the ears of Empress Jiahe next to him.

She looked calm and worried.

She was afraid that Emperor Zhaowu had seen something.

After the banquet was over, she rushed back to her Jinxiu Palace, called her confidant, and instructed in a cold voice, "Get rid of the emperor and find Rong Ting's people."

"And go to Yecheng, and carefully check Rong Ting's place, what is going on."

She originally thought that Rong Ting had suffered such a serious injury, and there was only one servant by his side who was originally a well-known local bully who was greedy and gambling.

But how could she have thought that he was so tenacious, and she still hasn't been able to wait for the news of his death!

In Empress Jiahe's eyes, a gloomy sternness flashed.

In any case, she would not let Rong Ting appear in the next year that Emperor Zhaowu was looking forward to.

...

The next day, the sky was clear and snowy.

After Jiang Rao finished her breakfast, she wanted to go out, but was reprimanded by Fourth Master Jiang, saying that everyone in the city was talking about her now, and those parents took her as a warning to their children not to go up the mountain for fun Conversely, what are you going to do? Going out is to be laughed at!

Jiang Rao: "..."

She couldn't say anything about her father, so she could only stay in the pavilion in her yard, admiring the snow scene, and in front of her was a hill of books.

She wanted to know, why her dreams were consistent with future events?

If someone told her that she had the ability to dream and predict the future, she would definitely take that person as a monster or a fairy. But she's just a mortal, how did she get this kind of ability?

After flipping through the stacks of official and unofficial history books, there was no record of her dreams. Jiang Rao had a headache, so she picked up a storybook and eased her mood.

There is a plot in the book, a well-born young lady, arrogant and arrogant, she loves to bully servants since she was a child. Later, she married a servant who was bullied by her, and she has never been arrogant again. Woke up.

Jiang Rao first tsk tsk, this guy didn't know what he did wrong, he was going to marry such a vicious wife, and suddenly he was cold, feeling that this book was like a microcosm of her bullying, the family was down, and she married the next person.

In the dream, she was not married, but it was worse than marrying.

This was exactly the same fate she had dreamed of.

The red cape with the white fox velvet collar wrapped the little girl's small and delicate slap face, with a sullen look on her face.

Even though she had only dreamed of the dream of breaking up and being separated from her family, it was the dream she was most afraid of, even more than the fear of being tortured.

Outside the pavilion, a figure appeared.

Because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he was a little shorter than ordinary people, but his body was tall and straight, and with his flawless face, he was instantly incompatible with other people. But it is a paradise.

Seeing Rong Ting, Jiang Rao stood up and walked towards him.

But after seeing what Rong Ting was holding in his hand, he stepped heavily for a moment, and the expression on his face slowly surfaced with panic.

Why did he come with medicine instead?

Rong Ting noticed her gaze, and before she could ask, he explained in a coherent heart: "I met your mother just now, she asked me to..."

"Let you watch me drink the medicine." Jiang Rao slumped her shoulders and guessed it.

Her mother really knew how to treat her.

"Um."

He heard her name, and everyone here called her Jiang Si girl, but she never seemed to want to tell him who she was, and she wasn't curious about who he was.

But he was a little curious about her identity.

She was not like anyone he had met before.

Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting, she felt that his face seemed to be better, and asked him, "Are those medicines useful?"

Rong Ting nodded.

Jiang Rao waited for him to talk more, and after talking more, he forgot to ask her to take the medicine, but he was reticent and quickly handed the medicine bowl to her, "It's time to take the medicine."

Jiang Rao: "..."

Did not hide.

Seeing that it was useless to change the subject, she could only raise her eyes pleadingly at Rong Ting, pitifully begging for mercy, "The medicine is so bitter that I want to vomit, can I stop drinking it?"

The sky was bright at the hour, and the pale golden sunlight as shallow as a tulle spread on her face, making her cheeks as clean as glutinous rice grains washed, and the tone of begging was like a coquettish coquettish.

Rong Ting's gaze fell to the back of her neck.

Behind the white jade-like neck, there is a black green that spreads into the collar.

At this time, when the carriage fell off the cliff, Jiang Rao was hit in the back by a rolling stone, leaving behind Wu Qing.

Injured in the back, Jiang Rao didn't take it to heart except for the occasional pain.

It was worth exchanging her pain for medicine to cure his leg injury.

Rong Ting's eyes stopped on the black green, and his voice was hoarse and undeniable, "Drink the medicine."

Jiang Rao stomped her feet in her heart.

She knew it was useless to reason with him.

No use later, no use now.

She brought the medicine bowl over reluctantly. Last time, she didn't know how bitter the medicine was, but she had the courage to drink it all in one breath. This time, when she looked at the medicine bowl, thinking of the bitter yellow lotus taste in her heart, Jiang Rao didn't wait. After drinking the medicine, his little face was about to wrinkle into a ball.

A voice came from the side, "Want me to feed you?"

Her tone was old-fashioned and serious, and her deep voice made her sesame-sized courage tremble, "No, no need."

To let her drink the medicine by herself is suffering.

But if she was fed by him, she would probably be punished.

She didn't care whether it was bitter or not, she raised her head and drank again in one breath. After drinking it, the expression on her face seemed to have lost half of her life.

Gududu swallowed, Jiang Rao felt that she was about to become a medicine jar.

Just wanted to tell Rong Ting, don't come tomorrow, she will definitely have to drink medicine when she comes, don't turn her head to his side, her red lips are slightly open, but a plum is accidentally stuffed in.

The candied plums were as sweet as candied fruit, and more refreshing than candied fruit. The sweet taste instantly cleared the bitter medicinal taste in her mouth.

She was stunned, her eyes widened.

Before he could react, Rong Ting shoved another one in.

Rong Ting held an oil paper bag in his hand, with the words "Miao Shi Ge" written on it.

He was holding a plum between his long fingers. Just now, his fingers accidentally slid across her soft red lips, and he immediately shrank back, but the touch is still there.

He suppressed the strange turmoil in his heart and asked her, "Is it a change of bitterness?"