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Chapter 13
The face of the fourth prince suddenly changed, he raised his leg and kicked Wang Zhou's back.
It took ten percent of the effort.
A heavy muffled sound.
Wang Zhou's body fell to the ground and fainted.
Only then did the fourth prince breathe a sigh of relief, lifted the corner of his robe, and quickly knelt down in front of the emperor, "It's the son and minister's unfavorable work that disturbed the father and the emperor."
The fourth prince secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Emperor Zhaowu, and saw that Emperor Zhaowu's face was like a thick cloud, and his face was gloomy.
He gritted his lower teeth secretly and frowned deeply.
He shouldn't have gotten involved in this.
Nai He Jia and the queen arranged for him to come.
Empress Jiahe is his cousin and aunt, and she is both prosperous and degraded.
Only at this time did he realize the deep meaning of Jiahe Queen's insistence on letting him come.
If it wasn't for him today, if it were another official, it would be a shame to let this troublemaker named Wang Zhou get in the way!
After changing his response, he knocked him unconscious with one kick, which prevented Wang Zhou from succeeding.
"Be flat." Emperor Zhaowu said.
The fourth prince stood up, gestured to the yamen with his eyes, and told him to quickly drag out the fainted Wang Zhou. He himself followed Emperor Zhaowu, respectfully, and said with concern: "Father, the emperor has a lot of time, why do you think of going to Erchen's place? Come?"
Emperor Zhaowu said, "I'm here to see Xiao Jiu's case."
The fourth prince was startled, but said: "The father wants to come to see, and he doesn't notify the sons. In other words, this troublesome person is looking for a loophole and almost shocked the father's dragon body."
My heart was full of doubts.
His father emperor ascended the throne at a young age. After he ascended the throne, the Qingyu Party was in power, and he was busy with government affairs and lacked skills. Those of them who are princes may only be able to look at their father and emperor from a distance at the banquet all year round.
The child of an unloved concubine didn't even get a chance to look at his father at the banquet.
Like a child without a father.
What's more, Emperor Zhaowu was not a person who paid attention to the affection of his children. He was indifferent and conceited, and seldom put his energy on his children. He had nearly 20 children, and some children never saw him from birth to death.
In his father's heart, Rong Ting should have been an obscure son who wouldn't attract attention even when he died.
Compared to those children who died early, he only had one more life.
Why did the royal father pay attention to Rong Ting today?
Emperor Zhaowu said, "I just thought of it suddenly."
Qin Lian's letter, he put it aside after reading it, but when he had nothing to do, he remembered the agreement he had made with foreign envoys only a few days ago. There are not many memorials today. It reminded me of Rong Ting.
It's just that Emperor Zhaowu narrowed his eyes and thought about it, but even the appearance of his ninth son was a little vague.
I only vaguely remember that he looks a lot like his mother and has an excellent appearance.
If other people have one or two points of their color, they can bear a beautiful word.
It's a pity that life is also the same. One died of blood collapse when giving birth, and one was seriously injured by an arrow while hunting.
Emperor Zhaowu felt a little annoyed in his heart.
If Rong Ting's legs are not good for a long time, when Di Qiang comes to pay tribute next year, it will be his face that will suffer.
Emperor Zhaowu's face was gloomy, and he asked the fourth prince, "I clearly arranged you in the Supreme Court, why are you sentencing this case in the Criminal Department today?"
The fourth prince got the queen's advice, and he prepared the answer to the point of leaking, "The ninth brother was bullied, and the son has always been concerned about the case, so he can be relieved."
The emperor nodded, remembering that the queen was the cousin of the fourth prince, and that Rong Ting was raised under the queen's lap. The two brothers had a better personal relationship, which was normal, and there was no doubt about it.
The fourth prince's heart was relieved, and he lowered his eyes pretending to be humble, and said in his heart that his aunt was smart, and he had expected his father's return early and made him ready.
Emperor Zhaowu asked at this time, "What happened to that person who called him wrong just now?"
The fourth prince said: "That person is a rascal, the wicked should file a complaint first, he bullied Xiao Jiu, and the servant will not forgive him lightly!"
The expression gritted his teeth.
Emperor Zhaowu frowned when he heard the excessive anger in his tone, "If you try this case, I'm afraid the people outside will talk about it and say that you are partial to your brother, which is unfair."
"Come here." Emperor Zhaowu called the eunuch next to him, "Send down my word and move this case to Shi Lang Cui Li, and re-examine it tomorrow, and then make a judgment."
The eunuch smiled and promised, "The emperor has everything in mind, the servants will do it now."
The Fourth Prince was taken aback for a moment.
Totally didn't expect this to happen.
Substitute for trial?
Is it the most upright and upright minister in the Ministry of Punishment, Cui Li?
If it was Cui Li, there would be no room for him and the queen to control.
The deduction of monthly money and the abuse of Rong Ting were very likely to be hidden.
Like a bucket of ice water being poured from head to toe in a cold day, the Fourth Prince was frozen in place for a while, at a loss as to what to do.
Emperor Zhaowu rubbed his temples and walked outside the hall.
He was thinking about the competition with Fanbang next year, and he wanted to take time out to see Rong Ting in person to see how his injury had recovered. Don't make him lose face next year.
...
Wang Zhou was escorted to Jinling, and Jiang Rao couldn't get news of him for a while, so he pinned his hopes on his dream.
As a result, the more she thought about what she wanted to dream about, when she actually dreamed, it didn't unfold as she expected.
She dreamed about the past.
Not what she had experienced, but what happened when Rong Ting was a child.
In the dream, the lanterns are hung high everywhere, and it is very lively, which should be a festival.
All the children were wearing new clothes, and they were all smug, running around laughing.
Rong Ting, however, was wearing a shabby coat, which was out of tune with the people around him. His small body was shrunk behind a tree, his head was tilted, his eyes were exposed, and he was watching secretly.
His eyes are not as carefree as children of the same age, and they are full of envy and doubts.
Why do other kids have everything.
He had nothing.
...
Outside, there was a sudden noise.
It was Ming Shao who was speaking, "Little Master, you come back half an hour later, the girl is still awake."
Jiang Rao rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up, put on a cloak, and went to the outside. As soon as she opened the curtain, a small soft ball fell on her thigh.
The little dumpling said happily, "Sister is awake."
Holding something in his hand, he kept shouting, "Sister, sister, help me with some cinnabar."
Jiang Rao stabilized his brother, looked at the cinnabar box he was holding, and asked in confusion, "Order some cinnabar?"
Ming Shao called in, "Girl, today is a festival here in Yecheng. It's a spring festival. Order cinnabar and eat sweets, which means a whole year of sweetness and peace."
Jiang Jinxing, who was lying on Jiang Rao's knees, pouted and began to beg her, milky and cross, "I want sweetness, and I want peace, both!"
She was amused by his eager appearance, opened the cinnabar box, wiped the cinnabar from her fingertips, and pressed it in the middle of his forehead.
Because of this little redness, the big fat peanut-like little round face has the festive look of the lucky doll on the New Year's picture.
Jiang Jinxing ran to the bronze mirror and glanced at it, very satisfied.
He ran back to Jiang Rao's side again, and his chubby fingers stretched out to help her with some cinnabar, "I want to keep my sister safe."
After ordering the cinnabar, he was completely satisfied and ran out to play.
Ming Shao went out and came back from outside with an oiled paper bag in her hand. Jiang Rao asked her, "What is this in your hand?"
Ming Shao weighed the oil paper bag, "No.
I know who sent it, and there is a handwritten prescription on it, which is for bruises. I asked the doctor in the house to see it. The prescription is a good prescription, and the medicine is also a good medicine. It is not a mess. The doctor asked me to bring it to the girl. "
She said: "The girl's skin is white and delicate. If there are scars, the slaves will feel distressed. It's a pity that this medicine does not need to be taken orally, and it is not bitter. Don't hide, girl."
Jiang Rao knew she was talking about avoiding the medicine and her ears turned red. She took the prescription and glanced at it. She saw that the pen was walking with dragons and snakes, and the iron and silver hooks were very sharp, making her writing like a dog crawling. "That's a beautiful word."
"No, show this word to the master, maybe he will say it looks good."
Jiang Siye's calligraphy has reached the pinnacle and has become a faction. No one in Dazhao can surpass it. Once, a scroll of calligraphy and painting reached a restaurant, and the restaurant owner was happy to say that he made a profit.
Talented people inevitably have the problem of being arrogant and narcissistic and wild, and disdain the words of others.
Jiang Rao didn't take Ming Shao's words, she felt that although she said the word was good-looking, it might not make her father like it.
After all, she had never heard her father say once that other people's words were beautiful.
She handed the recipe to Ming Shao, "Put it away, and I will thank you when I know who it is in the future."
The street was noisy and noisy, and there was a festive atmosphere, Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of the dream just now.
Looking at the child who was hiding behind a tree and seemed to be abandoned, she hoped that she could go back to the past and hug the lonely and poor little one.
She sighed lightly and said to Ming Shao, "Help me prepare cinnabar and caramel, I'm going to the west of the city."
...
The roar of children all over the street.
This year's Spring Festival is much more lively than in previous years. The snow is melting and the sky is warm. It is a sign that Ye City is about to unblock, and the whole city is celebrating.
On the street, children nestled in the arms of adults asked for candy, and when they got the candy, they shouted happily.
Rong Ting's house was surrounded by silence and desolation.
There was a medical book on the table, and he was sitting in a wheelchair. According to the method in the medical book, he pressed his palms hard and rubbed his injured leg.
He frowned deeply, and there was a fold between his brows. It was obviously painful, but he endured it.
The sounds from the street fell into his ears one after another, Rong Ting closed the window with lingering eyes.
The noisy voice was a little lighter, and the impatience in his heart was suppressed a little.
When was a child, was stupid, and looked forward to the holidays.
Want new clothes, want gifts that other children have, even if it's just a blessing.
But later he saw clearly that a worthless prince, even
Not even qualified to receive a blessing.
He doesn't deserve to own anything that is worthless.
Rong Ting's brows rose again with a strong irritability, his long and narrow eyes narrowed, and the eyebrows contained a sharp anger.
At the door, there was a sudden knocking sound.
The people who have often knocked on his door this year are nothing more than those scoundrel children in the west of the city, smashing open his door with stones, trying to lure him out for them to laugh at and relieve their boredom.
Rong Ting did not intend to open the door.
The kids couldn't knock on the door, threw a few rocks in it, and soon got bored and left.
He patiently waited for the knock on the door to disappear, but although there was a pause in the middle of the knock, it quickly rang again.