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Chapter 29 (two more)
Jiang Rao had never seen such a scene, and was stunned.
His brows furrowed slightly.
She vaguely felt that she had seen what he said in a book.
But if you think about it, you can't think of anything.
Where have you seen this...
She wandered for a while.
Rong Ting coughed violently, Jiang Rao recovered, and hurriedly brought water to him to drink.
Her gaze followed the swaying and undulating of the water in the water cup, watching carefully, for fear of water spilling onto the bedding on the bed.
Unconsciously, when Rong Ting's eyes swept towards her, there was a hidden edge and a strong desire for exclusiveness.
Although he said that his illness was cured, as soon as the fever subsided, the redness on his face due to the burning disappeared, and his complexion was cold and frosty.
He looked frail, like a fairy standing in the clouds for a long time, with a light body, and the sound of coughing that seemed to cough out his heart, liver and lungs, he was really weak and pitiful.
"Years," he murmured.
This time, he coughed and murmured again.
Jiang Rao's attention completely returned to him.
"In Dazhao, when you look at people's bodies, you have to be responsible for people..."
As he spoke, he coughed again, very sick.
The persistent cough interrupted what should have been continued.
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, led by these words, and finally remembered where she had seen such words!
But in those storybooks, aren't all the girls whose bodies were looked at and their innocence damaged?
Or, it is a vixen who pretends to be pitiful and seduces scholars.
As for Rong Ting... If you only look at his face, it would be more than enough to say that a male fox turned into a beauty.
Even this sick beauty is much more pitiful than the vixen.
"But, it doesn't matter to me." The sick beauty smiled weakly, which broke her heart. "Although...it's the first time I've been seen naked."
Jiang Rao, who has no guts at all, can't hear this beauty at all. His tone is actually full of - it's related, I want people to coax her.
Instead, she skipped the last sentence because it didn't matter what he said.
The radian and round eyes immediately curved up, and the small pear vortex was deep, hiding an admiring smile, "I knew you wouldn't be hard on others."
This morning, she managed to survive the calamity safely, and she was obfuscated about sneaking out in the middle of the night.
If she stabbed in front of her father again, let her father know that she saw the man's body.
Although she couldn't see anything clearly, if her father knew that she had seen a man's body.
Or, interrupt her in anger
legs, or, gasping off his own legs.
Father and daughter, at least one of them will spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair.
She didn't see anything clearly, and it would be a shame to suffer such a crime.
Jiang Rao squinted and smiled, put her finger to her lips, and made a "shush" gesture towards Rong Ting.
"Then we must never talk about this again in the future. If we don't let people know about it, we can pretend it didn't happen."
Rong Ting: "..."
For a moment, speechless.
...
He was very helpless, and finally looked at her and smiled slowly.
...
There are two bowls of boiled white rice porridge that is soft and glutinous.
Jiang Rao stared at Rong Ting and drank it all.
He couldn't help but glance at his legs under the quilt.
Although covered by clothes, the height and length of both legs have been changed, and they do not look weak.
Even at a cursory glance, you can see that his leg length is outstanding among his peers.
Had his leg injury not healed, it would have been a different story.
After many years, his legs would have been unable to walk for many years, the muscles were atrophied, the shape was ugly, and his legs were as weak and weak as the elderly.
It is in stark contrast to his broad back and cold and arrogant face.
Above the belt and below the belt, there are two layers of ice and fire, like the bodies of two people.
One ugly and one beautiful, one weak and one strong.
The gap is so stark, and don't know how he endured this kind of sin.
Jiang Rao sighed when he thought of it, feeling that although he was hateful and hateful at that time, he was also extremely pitiful.
Now that his leg injury can be healed, he won't be what she dreamed of.
Jiang Rao waited for him to finish eating and took away the used bowl.
While washing the dishes, he saw a few wooden boards tied to his legs vertically by the wall to help him walk. He turned his head and pointed, and asked Rong Ting, "Have you tried walking?"
Rong Ting's eyes hid his emotions very deeply, although he said "um", he didn't say any more.
Jiang Rao said: "If you can walk two steps, even if you are holding something, stand up and walk, it is good, or beat and massage often. Otherwise, if you don't walk for a long time, your legs will become more weak. If you move more, you may be able to stand up faster."
After she finished speaking, she smiled sweetly as if she saw him standing up in front of her, "If you can run after standing up, that's great."
Rong Ting knew what she said.
He read it in medical books.
But the cold, teeny little words on the medical book passed by line by line, and after they were memorized in heart, heart was cold, and couldn't give birth to any expectations.
Legs are good, legs are not good, left and right are just lingering, low-spirited living.
But now, listening to her talk about what happened after her legs got better, she looked like she would be very happy until that day...
With someone who looked forward to and looked forward to for him, after always talking in his ear, he actually became somewhat looking forward to the future.
"Nian Nian." His body was tense for a moment, and his tone was slightly astringent, "Since you remember last night, can you count what you said?"
Jiang Rao looked up at him.
Poor judgment when sick, what she said, what he believed.
But when he woke up, he believed what she said.
As if he was fed poison, he would eat it too.
Jiang Rao looked at him like this, a little strange.
She didn't know what he said last night, after all, she seemed to have said a lot.
But she has always been frank, but with a clear conscience, she said, "Naturally, it all counts."
Rong Ting gently pulled the corners of his lips and smiled palely, "Then I'll take it seriously."
He was silent for a long time, then suddenly made a sound.
"Who is the person you read three times last night?"
The voice is soft and gentle.
The line of sight is entangled with a scarlet gloom that is difficult to detect.
Jiang Rao was stunned.
He's asking... the eighth//nine?
...
In Jiang Mansion, the old father paced back and forth in the study like an ant on a frying pan.
Pacing up and down, her brows were deep, and she finally called someone to call Jiang Qin Shi, and told her all the things that had been on her mind all morning.
"Qingshan, you can remember. I said a few days ago that the kid in the west of the city looks familiar."
Seeing that his brows were wrinkled, Jiang Qin couldn't help but stepped forward and stroked them away, and said warmly, "My concubine naturally remembers it, and when I come back, I think about which old family in Jinling has a child as old as him, just thinking about it. For a long time, I didn't think of any child who looked like him."
She looked at Jiang Siye's face, "You frowned, but what did you think of?"
Seeing that his brows had not loosened, Jiang Qin's brows also frowned.
Fourth Master Jiang pointed at her: "You might as well think about the appearance of the Ninth Prince."
Jiang Qin thought for a while, and with a sigh, there was a happy smile in his eyes, "That child is so beautiful, he is really likable."
Fourth Master Jiang covered his forehead. After so many years, he couldn't get used to his wife's eyes widening, "No..."
He said helplessly: "I want you to think about whether the child in the west of the city looks like the Ninth Prince."
Jiang Qinshi was silent for a long time, thinking about it for a long time, and finally, his face showed a bit of difficulty.
"My concubine is not as good as your eyesight. If you want to say anything, just tell my concubine."
Fourth Master Jiang pointed his finger under his right eye, "Is there a small mole here, the ninth prince?"
Jiang Qinshi was silent for a while, "Yes."
"The child in the west of the city also has it under his eyes, right in the center, and you can't see the size if you don't look carefully." Jiang Siye connected them from this point. "If you think about their facial features, are they a bit similar."
Jiang Siye's skill in painting can be remembered once he sees it.
Jiang Qinshi had long forgotten the specific appearance of the ninth prince, and only remembered that he was born beautifully. As for the details of his facial features, his memory was very vague.
Although she couldn't figure it out clearly, she trusted her husband, "You mean, is that child the Ninth Prince?"
But this matter is not trivial, Jiang Qin's voice can't help but be more serious.
"I'm worried." Jiang Siye said.
"But I'm worried again, because I remembered it wrong. After all, I only saw him a few times many years ago. At that time, he changed a little, and the child's appearance changed greatly when he grew up. There are not a few, and we have never heard of the ninth prince leaving the capital. The news is really hard to pin down.”
Fourth Master Jiang sighed, "Nian Nian, I didn't say anything else, lest I read it wrong and make her misunderstand. I want to draft a book, send it to Jinling, and ask someone for a copy. Compare and contrast the Ninth Prince's current portraits to see if they are consistent."
He walked to the desk, and Jiang Qin followed and grinded for him, "If it is really the Ninth Prince, what are you going to do?"
Jiang Siye stopped, "I'll talk about it later."
His face was already cold, and he didn't want to get involved.