Rong Ting's palms and fingers were covered with a layer of calluses. From lifting water to work when he was young, to secretly practicing martial arts when he was a little older, the calluses grew thicker and thicker on his hands.

When she ran across Jiang Rao's delicate palm, the frost-like touch made her palm tremble twice.

He couldn't help but want to retract his hand, but his wrist was tightly clenched by him.

The five fingers gripping her wrist came close together and sank, as if they could touch a bone.

Although Jiang Rao looks thin, he is actually well-proportioned and fleshy, with a slender skeleton and no bones.

Rong Ting pinched her wrist and felt soft.

He lowered his eyes, as if looking at the palm of her hand, but his eyes kept locked on the part of her wrist that was surrounded by his hand.

Good pinch.

He finished the last strokes of the word "渟", and after he had mentioned it, it was time to let go, but he only looked up at her, "The water is on the left, the pavilion is on the right, and the water is on the water."

The hand does not want to let go.

Jiang Rao nodded.

This word is uncommon, but when she heard it, she felt a little familiar. She raised her eyes slightly and bumped into Rong Ting's eyes looking at her. elder brother."

After shouting, her heart skipped a beat.

The name blurted out, as if... just called it many times before.

Behind Rong Ting's ears, he quickly turned red as if shuddering, he let go of his hand, and his voice was tight, "En."

Jiang Jinxing followed suit, "Brother Ting—"

In the same words, another person said that it was immediate, and the redness behind Rong Ting's ears disappeared, disappearing in place.

He frowned, and when Jiang Jinxing didn't say the next brother, he raised a pair of cold eyes and looked at him, "You, just call me brother."

Jiang Jinxing felt that he was treated differently.

But the backer can't be provoked. He sat upright, honestly, and shouted whatever he wanted, "Brother."

Xiaobawang has never been so obedient since he was born.

He pointed to Jiang Rao, then pointed to himself, and introduced to Rong Ting, "My elder sister's name is Jiang Niannian, and my name is Jiang Jinxing."

Jiang Rao: "It's called Jiang Rao, not Nian Nian."

Rong Ting said, "I heard your mother call you Nian Nian."

"That's small print, the family shouted."

"Oh."

"Which Rao character?" Rong Ting asked again.

He knew in his heart which word it was.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand just as Jiang Rao had just said.

Blink, waiting for her to write.

Jiang Rao only hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

he wrote

Well, she has no reason not to write.

She dropped her fingertips and wrote on his palm, stroke by stroke.

This was the first time Jiang Rao saw his open palms. It turned out that the calluses on his palms were so thick. Replaced with some slender knife marks. At a glance, it can be seen that it is the hand of a warrior.

Against this background, her fingers looked like freshly steamed buns, white and soft.

Rong Ting looked down.

She lowered her head and carefully drew horizontally and vertically in his palms, her hair was thick and soft, with a few shaggy strands of fluffy forehead, her cheeks were white and soft, and her expression was well-behaved and quiet.

His eyes stopped on her cheek.

Maybe there, softer than her wrist.

Rong Ting darkly closed his eyes.

The small fingertips fell little by little into his palm, vertical and horizontal, as if a feather tail was scratching, and it was a little hot.

The skin feels a little itchy, but also a little warm and practical.

female, Yao.

Rao.

Rao, when think about it in heart, it sounds good.

When Jiang Rao finally finished writing, he raised his head and looked at him with great interest.

Waiting for him to call her name.

The temperature in Rong Ting's palm quickly cooled down, but his eyes were slightly curved, revealing a bitter smile with extreme helplessness and guilt, "I...I didn't understand."

"It's okay, I'll write it again."

She didn't think her name was so difficult, she thought he would understand if she wrote it once.

However, writing it again, without much effort.

Jiang Rao lowered his head and wrote again.

"I... just don't understand."

His eyes became more and more guilty, and he lowered his eyes and looked sad and remorseful.

Jiang Rao looked at this picture of him as if he was afraid of being punished. He looked a little helpless, and his heart was soft. Even if he was impatient, he was very patient and stretched out his finger to write again.

Write for the third time.

The third time don't understand.

She bit her lower lip, somewhat dejected this time.

Not mad at him, but mad at herself.

Although every time he showed an expression of self-blame and guilt, as if the fault was on him, her name was not difficult at all, he didn't understand it, she must have written it badly, and anxiously gestured towards the air, "Rao ah , beautiful meaning."

She was about to die, and he finally said clearly, "I recognize it, it's Rao."

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief and finally laughed. She couldn't help but put her hand down like her brother had learned some words, wanting to touch his head as a reward.

Although he didn't resist or evade this time, she didn't put her hand up in the end, after all, he wasn't her brother.

Jiang Jinxing saw that they had been playing, but no one noticed him. He stuck his head out, trying to attract the attention of his brother and sister.

But no one looked at him, so he had to roll up his sleeves, and the little fat hand stretched out and said to Rong Ting, "Brother, my words are more difficult to write, and I will write them for you too."

Rong Ting smiled.

Also withdrew his hand.

The slender fingers clenched into fists and carried them behind him.

"No need." His voice was slightly indifferent, which was very different from the warm smile just now, "I will."

...

"I'm furious!"

Two days later, in the street teahouse, Yang Qi'an sat at the round table and said angrily.

She was surrounded by a few other noble girls from Yecheng's aristocratic family who had made friends with her.

Yang Qi'an has the best family background, and is naturally the one among them who is most admired by all the stars. Someone immediately chased after her and asked, "Who made you angry?"

Yang Qi'an was so annoyed that he wanted to throw the teacup, "The family surnamed Jiang from a foreign country is ruthless in doing the truth!"

"My brother didn't save the fat boy from that family, it wasn't because they were so rude! Who would suffer from their anger and help them! In the end, because of such a trivial matter, the family not only broke up with my family completely. After the exchange, the exchange stopped my father from doing some business."

Yang Qi'an became more and more angry, "but my father is not angry with them, he is just blaming my brother!"

There is a lady on the side who understands.

Compared with the Yang family, the family in the foreign country is clearly more powerful, otherwise, according to the style of Mr. Yang's usual bullying, how could he be low-spirited.

This Yang family has a head and face in Yecheng, and Yang Qi'an pretended to be out of Yecheng. Does her family have a head and face?

Pretty funny.

It's just that no one really told the truth to Yang Qi'an. Their family background was not comparable to hers. On the surface, they followed her and said, "That family is hateful enough."

Yang Qi'an got their approval, and his anger had a place to vent. He patted the table and said with a strong tone: "It's more than hateful!"

Her face was gloomy and ugly, "Because the little fat man in their house was robbed, the county magistrate rushed to please him and arrested the beggar chief. Now people outside are complimenting their family, saying With their blessings, if it wasn't for my brother to be too lazy to care, the reputation would be my brother's!"

At this time, someone said, "The beggars here are organized into factions, their leaders have been arrested, and none of those little bastards will trouble the Jiang family?"

"No." Yang Qixin couldn't let out his anger, and scolded, "It's all timid as a mouse."

Those beggars are so greedy for life and fear of death, seeing that the county magistrate respects that Fourth Master Jiang three points, so they don't dare to take revenge.

A noble girl looked at Yang Qi'an and laughed in her heart.

What is timid as a mouse.

It's clearly time-conscious.

The county magistrate was in a hurry to catch the robber, and he was so rushing to please him. Couldn't the exchange show how high his family background is?

It was easy to stop Mr. Yang's business.

Who can do this here.

Someone burst out laughing, "Those street beggars, rat-like things, expect them to make some small moves to change their line. I'm afraid no one can catch them. If they risk their lives, they are afraid of death."

Yang Qi'an moved in his heart.

Going to do something small, she can also vent her anger.

She squinted her eyes and suddenly became thoughtful.

...

Rong Ting took medicine for himself in the medical hall.

But seeing the old doctor suddenly frowning and looking out, his eyes were full of disdain, and he muttered in a low voice, "This girl from the Yang family is completely crooked, and she actually mixed with beggars."

When Rong Ting heard the words, he saw that Yang Qi'an was on the side of the street, along with her maid, talking to a dirty little beggar.

The old doctor looked at him and sighed, "This girl just because the medicine I gave her was too bitter, she said everywhere that my medical skills are not good. No one is perfect, and my medical skills are not good, but she can't just because I give her medicine. The medicine prescribed is bitter, and you say that my medical skills are not good, isn’t that wronging people?”

He complained for a while and said, "If this girl gets married in the future, she will definitely harm her entire in-law's family."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Rong Ting, "It's that little girl Jiang, who is nice, clean, not snarky, and not arrogant."

"Ok, I know."

The old doctor was suddenly very curious, "I asked you to try that method last time, does it work?"

Rong Ting coughed, "It's useful."

He said enthusiastically: "I have some other ways here. That's how I married my wife back then..."

Rong Ting had already pushed the wheelchair and turned to the door, "Sir, I have something to do, so I won't bother you today."

Raised the curtain and headed out of the hospital.

As soon as he left the hospital, he saw that Yang Qi'an was pointing fingers at the little beggar. He stopped in his wheelchair and looked at him for a while, and his eyes darkened quietly.

...

When Yang Qi'an looked at others, she was always arrogant, let alone the little beggars. She didn't bother to talk to them, she asked her maid to talk, and she just watched the play from a distance and listened.

"Your brother was caught

Come on, you guys who are younger brothers, are you living your life so peacefully? No wonder those beggars in neighboring counties said that the beggars in Yecheng are inferior to dogs. "

"Oh, I know you're afraid of death. Yes, indeed, the Jiang family is quite powerful. But there's nothing you can do to vent your anger on your elder brother? I just saw you throw feces on the walls of those people who don't like your eyes, but it's so bad. You are very diligent, and no one else can catch you. This time, it is really a joke. "

"..."

The maid finished speaking according to Yang Qi'an's instructions. Seeing that the little beggar's eyes were aroused with a bit of anger, she ran back to the beggar pile.

The maid returned to Yang Qi'an and asked her girl anxiously, "Girl, will they listen when you talk like this?"

Yang Qi'an snorted coldly, "If you don't listen, it's better to be a beggar than a dog."

"But they're going to throw feces on the wall of Jiang's house..."

This method is too contrived.

Yang Qi'an glanced at her, "How? That's how I can vent my anger."

"Besides, didn't you listen to Miss Yang and Miss Li? Those beggars are mice in the night. If you are careful, you probably won't be able to catch them." Thinking of the scene where the wall of Jiang's house was splashed with feces, she giggled. He got up, "I don't know, they will go more than once."

She put her hands behind her and said to the maid, "Go find some more people and tell more beggars these words, lest the one just now is useless, and you won't dare to do it after hearing it."

...

A tea stall was separated, and Rong Ting listened to her words.

He stopped a man and gave him some money to tell him something to the little beggar.

After hearing this, the little beggar's eyes became more fierce, and he spat, "I was almost tricked into being a gunman! I have to go back quickly and tell others, but don't let them be deceived too."

When the man came back, he told Rong Ting that the matter was done, Rong Ting directly gave him three taels of silver and said, "You just stay at this tea stall and tell everyone that the person who secretly sued the official is the Yang family. That son, the county magistrate received his money before releasing the news that no one was charged."

There are many people coming and going at the tea stall, and the news flows quickly. When the news spreads, those beggars will definitely hear it.

Three taels of silver, almost the money that the owner of the tea stall can receive after selling tea for half a year, just spread a few rumors, saying that it was said by the guests, and no one else could catch him, of course he readily responded.

Rong Ting tapped his finger lightly on the arm rest, and looked at the people coming and going in Yecheng, but there was a hint of ridicule and compassion in his eyes.

His father was only in Jinling, and he only looked at the world from the memorial.

How on earth did the officials in this place help him guard the country? The complaints of ordinary people have been ignored.

Just like his father only listened to the queen's one or two words to hear whether his harem was peaceful or not, and to hear whether his son was doing well or not, and he didn't know whether he was really dead or alive.

A blindfold.

But he prides himself on being a wise man.

Sad and ridiculous.

...

That night, the Yang family.

"Why is it smelly?"

The night-watch maids whispered.

Looking at the lantern, the four walls behind Yang's house had been splashed with feces. Suddenly, the whole house exploded.

What is even more hateful is that there is a wall with a few words written by someone else.

"We'll come back again."

Yang Qi'an was almost furious.

...

When taking a bath at night, Rong Ting threw off his wheelchair, stood on crutches that he had cut out of wood, and walked forward.

When he got to the wooden barrel, his steps were difficult, and his legs were a little weak, and he was sweating profusely in a hurry.

He undressed and sank himself into the barrel.

The wooden barrel was soaked with unpleasant Chinese herbal medicines, he suddenly held his breath and sank himself to the bottom of the water.

Underwater vision turned black.

In his heart, like a quagmire, dark and dirty emotions were fermenting all day long.

Last night, he had a dream. In the dream, his legs were healed. He was very happy to see her in the palace, but when he opened his mouth, he called out the Queen's Sister-in-law.

He was so angry that he woke up in the middle of the night and never fell asleep again.

He ordered a coat and sat beside the bed with his eyes open and the cold wind blowing through the window, but he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart.

Jiang Rao almost got married to one of his royal brothers or younger brothers, which gave him an endless sense of crisis.

If she returned to the capital and told the person who almost got engaged with her to see her, she was so good, how could the other person not feel sorry for not being able to get married successfully.

And then stalked.

Then get married again.

Never, no, can, do.

Rong Ting got out of the water at once, gasping for breath.

He didn't want to stand still.

You can't just be greedy for her pity for him, and be willing to be a real crippled all the time.

If you want something, you must have the ability to compete with others, even if the means are despicable and despised by others.

But……

What kind of bug-like guy almost got engaged to her.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he thought about his imperial brother from the beginning to the end, and with a three-point internal force in his palm, he slapped the water with the herbs floating heavily.

water droplets

It splashed high and slammed into his gloomy and gloomy face.

He leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel, his bare chest covered in sweat heaving slightly, anger shrouded in his heart.

It had been a long time since the water with the herbs floating in it had cooled down, and he fell into deep thought without noticing it.

Until the temple is aching.

He wanted to get up and take a square towel to wipe his body. His legs, which had regained some strength, were very weak this time.

It was dark all around.

No one can help him.

Rong Ting was silent, leaning back on his back, trying to crush the wooden barrel with his body weight, and then climb out.

He was used to it for a long time, dragging his two legs forward and crawling forward.

Gotta figure out a way to dry yourself first.

The cold wind was blowing last night, but today his face was a little hot, maybe he was feeling the cold, and now he is so weak.

If you don't dry it out, the wind chill will only get worse.

His crippled body was so weak that he felt hatred in his heart.

He leaned back and the barrel fell to the ground.

It was just that the water in the wooden bucket splashed all over the ground, and the splashed water column extinguished the candle, and the dim light in the room was extinguished in an instant.

Drops of water splashed into his eyes.

Rong Ting opened his slightly aching eyes. In the night, he still saw things as if he were in the daytime. He saw clearly his current situation, and his body was covered in the smell of medicine, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Dragging two weak legs, the distance between two steps was like a moat, and he had to climb before he could climb to the side of his clothes.

Once again, he was angry with his crippled leg, but in his ears, he heard rustling footsteps in the courtyard.

The steps are small, but fast.

He frowned.

He was naked, naked, and had no hidden weapons at hand.

If an assassin came at this time, he could easily kill him.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door.

The man was outside the door and seemed to hesitate for a moment.

The teenager in the room restrained his breath at this time, pretending that there was no one in the room, but his back was slightly arched, like a little leopard trying to hunt for food, even if he was powerless, he was ready to fight to the death.

But he heard a familiar, breathless voice coming from outside the door.

"Brother Ting, are you okay?"