He was coherent, "He changed our surname and became our elder brother."

Jiang Rao's hand that boiled water and added firewood stopped and covered Jiang Jinxing's mouth, "No, don't talk nonsense."

How can you take advantage of others and let others take their surnames.

What's more, let a future boss who will be reckless with their surname...

Make it impossible.

Jiang Jinxing's proposal was rejected, his eyes were much sadder, and he frowned in thought.

He thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up again, "Then can I worship him?"

But he was ruthlessly rejected, "I can't."

Jiang Jinxing was completely helpless, and muttered in a low voice without hope, "Sister, do you want to marry him?"

"It's not marriage, it's marriage." Jiang Rao corrected him first, but then changed his mouth, "No...not marriage either."

She blushed and looked back at Rong Ting, suspecting that he heard it too, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

However, he saw that he was leaning against the bed board, tilting his head slightly, with a few scattered smiles in his eyes.

With a half-smile, he looked at her and her brother.

The eyes are bright, clean and beautiful.

It is very beautiful to marry and just put it there.

Jiang Rao was startled by the thought that suddenly popped into his mind, "I... I don't."

"Oh?" Rong Ting felt that the little fat man was much more pleasing to the eye at this time, "Nothing?"

There is no picture of his body... Jiang Rao thought weakly and weakly.

She was indeed her mother's own daughter.

Back then, people chasing her aunt went from east to west, and finally chose her father, who had a bad reputation at that time, just because her father was good-looking, which showed how good-looking she was.

But Jiang Rao didn't expect that she would inherit her mother, just because the boy opposite was too good-looking, so she was born to marry him... Nian Nian.

You can't do things that oppress people with grace.

She was trembling and didn't dare to say what she was really thinking. She swallowed to make her throat less sour, "My brother Tong Yan Wuji, don't blame him."

Her brother is a good brother, but it's a pity that he can talk because he has long legs.

Jiang Rao picked up this kid and threw it out of the courtyard, closed the door, tied it up, took a deep breath, and absolutely forbid this non-talking kid from coming in again.

Her face was also angry and ashamed, as rosy as a ripe fruit. When she sat down beside Rong Ting, her face was steaming with heat.

Rong Ting knew in his heart that she took her brother's words as a joke, and stopped joking along the way. He was quiet, and his eyes traced her face, as if he was nostalgic.

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After a while, the doctor came over and checked Rong Ting's pulse.

This year's leg injury made Rong Ting's arm less likely to lift heavy objects. When he was weakest, he had almost no strength. Now he is slowly recovering, but it is not half as good as before.

He used to be able to pull a three-hundred-pound bow with ease, but with ten arrows and twenty arrows, he felt nothing.

Jiang Rao saw that he had injured his leg and his arm, and felt even more pitiful for him.

The doctor wanted to take off his shirt to expose his chest to see if there were any bruises on his shoulders. Jiang Rao didn't stay here to watch, but went out to avoid it.

Jiang Jinxing slipped in at this moment.

Seriously asked Rong Ting, "How are you thinking?"

He didn't express it very clearly, but Rong Ting directly understood the meaning of his words, but frowned, and because he was her younger brother, he reluctantly said a few more words to him, "Your sister agrees, I agree."

Jiang Jinxing said "uh", then he had to ask his sister again.

The child didn't know where to go, and suddenly asked Rong Ting, "Are you going to be engaged?"

He almost forgot about such an important matter. If the person in front of him was already engaged, wouldn't his elder sister be going to be a concubine.

Rong Ting was lazy, didn't look at him, and shook his head.

Jiang Jinxing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My elder sister is not engaged either."

"But she almost made a baby kiss with someone, but she almost didn't make it."

He always thought of what to say when he spoke, "I heard what my aunt and aunt said after having breakfast."

"With whom?" Rong Ting's eyelids suddenly lifted.

Jiang Jinxing frowned, recalled for a moment, and said, "It's a prince."

Rong Ting's eyes dimmed, his brows furrowed.

If he was just a little vigilant just now, but now when he thinks that the people who might be engaged to her are the brothers who have bullied him, his eyes darken, implying manic depression, and his tone is filled with ill will, "Yes. Who?"

But Jiang Jinxing forgot.

He only remembered that when he heard it at the time, he was curious about how many children the emperor had, asked the maid, counted the number of his hands, thinking that the emperor had a lot of dolls, but didn't notice who was close to marrying his sister.

He recalled carefully, stretched out two little fat hands, and curled his fingers, but after a while, he frowned, and said with some self-reproach, "I forgot."

Rong Ting was silent for a while.

But at the thought of him, he almost wanted to call her sister-in-law.

or siblings.

The back teeth were clenched.

I just feel a nameless wildfire in my heart

The sample ignited, causing pain in his head and mouth, and it was as uncomfortable as blood was pressing in his throat.

He clenched his fists until the back of his thin hand bulged with blue veins and bone scars, "Think again."

His voice was hoarse as if swallowed by ice.

"I can't remember." Jiang Jinxing tugged at his hair angrily, blaming him for only thinking about how many concubines the emperor had and how many children he had, and didn't pay too much attention to who it was.

"But don't worry." Jiang Jinxing said firmly, "My father didn't agree to that marriage."

Rong Ting just felt a little relieved.

But it didn't last long.

"He said he would never agree to my elder sister marrying into the royal family. My elder sister listened to my father's words and would not associate with that prince."

...

After going out, Jiang Rao wanted to find Jiang Jinxing, but after a long time of searching, she heard the maid say that the boy had gone back into the house again.

But Jiang Rao couldn't get in, so she could only wait outside.

When the old doctor came out, he said that Rong Ting's shoulder was slightly strained by pulling the bow, and he prescribed medicine for external application. Jiang Rao thanked the old doctor, and then went into the room to find Jiang Jinxing.

I kept praying in my heart, don't let her hear his crazy talk about whether to marry or not to marry.

He may not understand the meaning of marriage at his age. She doesn't understand it very well. She just wants to be two years older.

When Jiang Jinxing saw Jiang Rao coming, he immediately shrank his head in a guilty conscience.

Jiang Rao only felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, and looked at the face.

His face was not good-looking, and when he glanced at her, there was a depth that she couldn't understand.

She put the matter of training Jiang Jinxing to the back of her mind, got up, and walked towards Rong Ting, worried that the doctor who came just now told her something was missed, "Does the strain on your shoulder hurt? The old doctor said there was a bruise. "

As she said that, she stretched out her hand, trying to brush open his clothes to see the bruises.

But after all, there is a difference between men and women, and put hand back.

She just raised her watery eyes and asked him uneasily, "Does it hurt?"

I can't wait for the wound to be on her own.

Rong Ting's eyes swept all the way to her wrist.

His gaze was as firm as a grip on her wrist.

The thin wrist seems to be broken when it is broken.

His two wrists could be wrapped tightly by his one hand.

If it could be locked...

No one else can see it.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes and didn't even dare to ask her which brother of his almost made a marriage contract with her.

I am afraid that the darkest thoughts in heart will come out of the cage, and will not be able to close it.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter."

He said in a low voice, looking away, no longer looking at her wrist.

It was as if my heart could be quiet.

Jiang Rao listened to his hard tone, which was much more hoarse than the low voice in ordinary days, which was a little strange.

Jiang Jinxing quietly pulled Jiang Rao's sleeve at this moment, "Sister, what's his name?"

Jiang Rao heard this question, but bit her lower lip and whispered to Jiang Jinxing, "Let's ask later."

From the beginning, she wanted to know which child he was, but he was too suspicious. He always looked at her with a pair of wolf-like eyes, full of anger, so she didn't dare to ask more.

Later, she had more and more dreams, and she thought she could see something related to his family name from his future life status.

But the fact is, a lowly and humble little maid is not qualified to know anything about him.

She repeatedly recalled her dreams, in which she served him mostly at night.

But it seemed that that house was only his residence. He left during the day and only came back at night to stay there, asking her to see him all night, and then he left again when he woke up.

She kept shouting at Jiuye Jiuye at that time.

Being enslaved by him makes me angry, and only dare to swear behind back, bastard. Nine……

In the dream, she never knew what his real name was.

Otherwise, if you don't dare to scold someone behind your back, you must scold you with your first and last name to relieve your anger.

Now Jiang Rao is not curious about his name, she just wanted to wait for his leg injury to be cured and then retire. If you ask the name clearly, know who he is, and the more you know, the more reluctant you are to part with. She grew up everywhere, and knows this best.

Only one thing made her want to know who he was.

She wanted to know which house's mistress his mistress was, and she was so vicious and terrifying.

However, Jiang Jinxing ignored Jiang Rao's advice and tilted his head to look at Rong Ting, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

Rong Ting frowned.

After that, they knew who he was.

will not communicate...

I remembered what Jiang Jinxing said just now.

His hands trembled.

Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Rao felt that he was embarrassed, and pulled Jiang Jinxing back, "You can call his brother."

Jiang Jinxing turned his head to look at Jiang Rao, "Then sister also calls his brother?"

Jiang Rao made up the picture and felt a little strange.

She was accustomed to putting him in a weak position, and she always felt that she was the older one.

Even if it is true that he is big, the shouting brother is right.

Jiang Rao was a little hesitant, her voice was weak, more like perfunctory Jiang Jinxing, she gave a very light "um".

Jiang Rao listened to Rong Ting's words, "My name is a single word."

He didn't say his last name, but he was already sweating.

People who have experienced bitterness, once they have tasted the sweetness once, will always remember the sweet taste and do not want to go back and suffer again.

He finally found the light.

I don't want the light to go away.

He only said his first name, not his surname, Jiang Rao was already surprised enough.

After all, always thought he wouldn't say it.

In the dream, there is a scene where she asks other maids and servants to inquire, but others always keep silent to her.

Like someone wouldn't let them say it.

But, "Which one is a good word?"

she asked.

When asked, subconsciously stretched out hand.

Jiang Rao has been bumping on the road since she was six years old, and it is inconvenient to use pen and paper for grinding in the carriage. Fourth Master Jiang wanted to teach her to write, so he wrote in her hand.

Later, Jiang Rao taught Jiang Jinxing like this.

Once you come and go, it becomes a habit.

only……

Now it's not her father, nor her brother.

Jiang Rao suddenly realized this, embarrassed, and pulled her hand back again.With a little embarrassment on her face, she said, "Just tell me how to write that word..."

At this time, the wrist was caught by a scalding force, and it was pulled forward and pulled over.