Mrs Jiang Qin was at the desk, grinding for Fourth Master Jiang.

While grinding, he said, "Master, it's better to send this letter to Concubine Yun."

Yun Guifei is the younger sister of Jiang Qin's cousin's uncle, Qin Yun. Jiang Rao called her aunt.

Qin Yun entered the palace at the age of fifteen, and was quite liked by the emperor. He was a concubine in the first year, a concubine the following year, and rose to the status of a noble concubine in the fifth year of entering the palace.

Now in the palace, just after her tenth year, her beauty has not diminished, and her grace has not waned.

When Jiang Qin was in the boudoir, he took good care of this cousin. In the Qin family, the two of them had the best relationship, they were better than sisters.

Jiang Qinshi said: "Ayun has been in the palace for so many years, you have painted the portrait of the child in the west of the city and sent it to her to see if he is really the same as the ninth prince. It's faster."

Fourth Master Jiang frowned and said, "It's fine to let her see, but Concubine Yun has always been free to do things as she pleases, which makes people worry that she is not reliable enough."

Jiang Qinshi smiled, "Her personality is a bit coddled and casual, but if you mention it, it has something to do with every year, so she will definitely be interested."

Before Qin Yun entered the palace, he liked Qin Qingshan, his cousin, the most. Like a little tail, he always sticks to his cousin's side.

Later, Jiang Rao was born, and her attention was turned to this very well-behaved little milk dumpling with dark, round eyes, neither crying nor making trouble.

Every time see you, have to hold it tightly.

After ten years in the palace, she did not have any sons and half daughters, and she treated Jiang Rao more and more like her daughter.

On Jiang Rao's birthday every year, the congratulations from Concubine Yun must be the most precious and rarest of all the gifts.

"Just as you said." Fourth Master Jiang responded.

Jiang Qin scrutinized it, not forgetting to remind, "You are in the letter, don't forget to tell her that when we return to Jinling, we will enter the palace to see her, and I will definitely want to see her aunt every year."

According to what she said, Jiang Siye hung his wrist and wrote, and suddenly asked his wife, "Aren't you home at this time every year?"

...

Not at home every year.

Every year is in the hut in the west of the city, bowing his head and repenting frantically.

Confessing that he scolded others when he scolded others, but he couldn't hold back his scolding.

Instead, she scolded in front of the person she scolded.

It was indeed rewarded.

Jiang Rao lowered her head, not knowing how to explain to Rong Ting.

To say that the person in the dream is him, is not right.

But if it wasn't him, it wouldn't be right.

Completely unclear things.

She said vaguely, "That's a person..."

Rong Ting's voice was slightly cold, "Who is it?"

Jiang Rao was anxious and wise, "That's a man surnamed Wang. He was born on August 9th, and his name is eight/nine."

There are some ordinary people in Dazhao, who have many children, so they don't care about naming them, so they are named after the birthday when they were born, what is the third day of the week, Li Chongjiu.

The more Jiang Rao spoke, the more confident she became. Her face was not red or her heart was beating, but she was unconscious, and she spoke a little faster.

In other words, it can be seen that she is trying to hide something.

Rong Ting's fingers were slightly bent, his movements were obscure, and he tapped on his side, his voice was faint, "Really?"

"Yeah." Jiang Rao simply responded, but her eyes wandered away, not daring to meet him.

Rong Ting's brows were slightly loose, and he smiled softly at her, a flash of thought of wanting to kill him.

He was thinking, why is a person who was born so ordinary that he needs to use his birthday, why is it worth her to quietly recite it three times when she is alone at night.

...

Sunny day, the sun shines brightly.

Taking advantage of the good sunshine, Jiang Rao made a quilt in the courtyard.

It's a pity that she doesn't have enough strength. She is holding a whole heavy quilt. Her vision is blocked when she walks, and her steps are crooked, like a little duck.

After changing the rope on which he was drying his clothes, the rope was low, and Jiang Rao Duck walked a short distance when he touched the rope and put the quilt on it.

When Jiang Rao was at home, although she never did housework, she was not the kind of eldest lady who was completely inactive and high above the ground. She had seen how the maid cleans her house.

Rong Ting sat under the window, leaning against the window, watching her move the bench out and propped herself under the quilt.

The rope is low, so that the horns cannot rub against the mud on the ground.

Quite clever.

The sunlight dries away the wet and cold air in the quilt, making people want to hug and smell the sunshine above. Jiang Rao stood under the quilt and sniffed the sunshine. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned back.

Seeing that Rong Ting was controlling the wheelchair to get out of the house, she hurriedly ran over, went around behind him, pushed the wheelchair, and pushed him out.

Rong Ting's face was extremely pale, except that his complexion was naturally cold and white, but he also had a cold temperament.

It's sickly pale, like it's never seen the sun.

"I'll take you to bask in the sun." Jiang Rao said.

Rong Ting nodded, and Jiang Rao pushed his wheelchair to the north wall in the courtyard where the sun was the best. He found a blanket and covered his legs.

She moved a small bench herself, sat beside him, and rambled, "You can come out to bask in the sun, your body will be warmer, and your mood will be better."

Jiang Rao slept little last night, and today she ran back and forth again, she was tired.

Her body was basking in the sun, and it was as warm as drinking wine. She gradually closed her eyes, swayed her head, and suddenly knocked down.

Rong Ting took it in the palm of his hand.

His palm carefully supported her forehead, and then he manipulated his wheelchair and moved his position.

Put her head on his lap.

He removed the blanket and draped it over her body.

He frowned at the sunlight falling on her face as he draped the blanket over her.

His phalanx moved, his slender hand raised, and a shadow fell on her face.

The shadow from the back covered her small body.

He lowered his eyes, seemed to be quiet and well-behaved, his eyes were full of tenderness, and when he looked at the face of the little girl in his arms, he gradually became obsessed in his heart, and his phalanges were white and taut.

He didn't want to hear other people's names from her mouth, nor did he want to see her gaze on other people.

He lowered his fingers and touched her forehead.

Those men whose names she repeated over and over are the best.

"Don't be as nice to others as you are to me, okay?"

Knowing that she couldn't hear her, she said instead, "Just leave me alone, it's so good."

...

The letter sent by Jiang's house quickly arrived at Jinling in three days.

Soon, it was transferred to the hands of Yun Guifei.

In the Shuxiang Palace, in the hall, the stove was smoking, and it was as warm as summer.

Concubine Yun Gui was dressed in a light tulle, with a slender waist, her bare ankles wrapped in dazzling water-colored gravel, and she was leaning leisurely on the beauty couch.

Looking at the appearance, it is two or three points similar to Jiang Rao, but Jiang Rao's eyes are round and bright, and Yun Guifei's eyes are charming.

Boring concubine with nothing to do.

Listening to the maid saying that the letter from the Jiang family had arrived, Concubine Yun Gui ran to the bed with bare feet, "Is it the letter I sent every year?"

The little maid said, "Hui Niangniang, it's a letter from the fourth master of the Jiang family."

The anticipation on Concubine Yun's face disappeared, she held her mouth and took the letter.

She mumbled unhappily, "Nian Nian has no conscience, and he clearly promised me that all letters sent from her family must be written by her, so small and conscientious."

The little maid knew that her niece treated her little niece as a sister and a daughter. Although she scolded her, she actually felt a pain in her heart. When she heard her scolding, she did not dare to agree.

Yun Guifei unfolded the letter and glanced at the end of the letter.

Seeing the above, she will only come back every year in the next year, and she will come to the palace to see her in exchange. She immediately smiled and instructed the little maid beside her: "Call the cook in the small kitchen, and study more sweet and sour dishes. I like it every year."

The little maid thought to herself that she was fortunate that she didn't scold him just now, "Hey", and went down.

Only then did Concubine Yun read the entire letter from beginning to end.

After reading it, with a slightly confused expression on his face, he took out the portrait in the letter.

She only glanced at it, then frowned and said, "Isn't this the ninth prince?"

Concubine Yun Gui called a maid over, "Liu Ying, take a look, is this the ninth prince from the Jinxiu Palace?"

Liu Ying nodded, "This is exactly the same as the Ninth Prince."

Concubine Yun's face turned cold.

She has always been at odds with the queen.

When it comes to the people in the Jinxiu Palace, whether it is the queen or the two sons raised by the queen, Concubine Yun Gui felt extremely disgusted in her heart.

As if suffering from bad luck, she threw the portrait aside.

He said coldly, "Write a reply letter and tell my brother-in-law that this person is the Ninth Prince."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and said, "By the way, write a little more, and I will say that Ben Gong is ill and tell them to hurry up. Don't take it slow, write a letter today to tell Ben Gong that they are coming, As a result, for more than half a year, no one was there."

She threw the portrait away, picked up the letter again, read it over and over a few times, frowned, and called Liu Ying over again.

"The one in the Jinxiu Palace said that he was afraid that the assassin who committed suicide would have leftovers in exchange for sending her son out of Beijing to recuperate. She was in Jinling and started to investigate this matter." Concubine Yun Gui frowned and said, "It's been a year now, The ninth prince didn't come back. What did you find out about the one from the Jinxiu Palace?"

Liu Ying said, "I haven't heard any news about this."

"When the accident first happened, she wanted to pour dirty water on me, to make people think that Ben Gong was harming his child." Concubine Yun Gui played with the small teacup in her hand, "She underestimated Ben Gong. ."

"The most important thing in this palace, but also the little seventeen who is her most beloved. It's not her own, what's the point."

Liu Ying had long been accustomed to her mother-in-law's reckless words.

Even if the maiden is arrogant, but His Majesty's love for her is enduring, no one in the palace can hurt her maiden, and she gradually got used to it.

Only this time, what Concubine Yun Gui said was truly shocking, and Liu Ying immediately said, "Niang Niang, you can't talk nonsense."

Concubine Yun Gui snorted arrogantly, "Bengong just can't stand her dignified, virtuous, and terribly fake appearance all the time."

...

The views of the people in the palace towards the queen are divided into two factions.

One faction, think she is really a famous lady, gentle and virtuous.

The other faction, like Concubine Yun, felt that the queen was fake and couldn't stand it.

Those who disliked the Empress also disliked the Ninth Prince Rong Ting, who was raised by the Empress, who was often talked about by her, and cried in front of Emperor Zhaowu how hard she had been raising children.

That is a tool that can compete for the queen's favor.

The more heard that the queen treated him like a child, the more looked down on him.

Those who want to make trouble for the queen are even more embarrassed, and they always make trouble secretly bully them.

Two years ago in autumn hunting, heard that Rong Ting was seriously injured.

The concubines looked at the empress and cried anxiously. On the surface, they were all anxious, but behind the scenes, they were all happy and comfortable.

But don't know that the queen who shed tears because of her adopted son's injury to her heart and liver, was like them behind her back.

Just as happy and comfortable.

No one really cares about the injury on the leg of the young boy who fell off the horse and was injured.

...

In the Hall of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Zhaowu was reviewing the memorial. When it was time to apply, it was already dark.

The eunuch Li Ren who was waiting beside him stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, you are fifteen today, and you will be staying with the Empress."

Emperor Zhaowu looked at the table full of unfinished memorials, frowned, and said tiredly, "You go to Jinxiu Palace and say that I am busy with political affairs, and I will stay in Xiqing Palace tonight instead of going to the Queen's place."

Li Ren answered yes, and came back with a box of food after half an hour, "The Empress has cooked pear soup for you, and has been waiting for the emperor to come. Hearing that the emperor said that he can't come, ask the servant to bring this over."

Emperor Zhaowu said, "Bring it up."

He tasted two sips, it was sweet and saliva, and the tightly knitted brows stretched a lot, feeling the Queen's caring.

After drinking the pear soup, he asked Li Ren, "I sent someone out to pick up Xiao Jiu, why haven't I heard anything yet?"

Li Ren replied: "If it wasn't for a quick ride, it would take ten days to go from Yecheng to Jinling, and it would take nearly a month to go from Yecheng to Jinling. The emperor will wait patiently, and the ninth prince will be back soon. "

Emperor Zhaowu smiled slightly, "Have you ever remembered my orders?"

"The servant remembers." Li Ren replied respectfully, "The emperor said that the empress cannot be told about this matter, and the servant will act according to the emperor's instructions."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded with satisfaction, "When Xiaojiu comes back, bring him to me first, and I will take him personally to see the queen."

He looked at the empty bowl of pear soup, "It's not easy for the queen to be in charge of the harem. Maybe this can make her happier."

Li Ren responded, "Your Majesty has worked hard, and when the Ninth Prince comes back, the Empress will be even happier."

...

Rong Ting's wind and cold, do not go out

In three days it was completely healed.

Not only did the wind chill go away, but the injury on the leg was obvious and much better.

Even if there is no one to support him, he can stand up alone and can support him for a while.

Rong Ting got up from the wheelchair, his legs that had not been walking for a long time supported his body, and his steps were trembling.

He took one step at a time, his footsteps heavy and slow, he walked to the door, raised his hand and pushed it open.

For ordinary people, it is just an ordinary distance.

For Rong Ting, it was an experience he had never had in a year.

He stood in the clear light of the day, his back was straight and straight, and the hands behind him were trembling slightly.

His fingers trembled, and he stood silently for nearly a stick of incense, and the stormy waves in his eyes finally stopped.

After returning to the house, he sat back in the wheelchair again.

After sitting back in the wheelchair, those two legs were on the pedals, and they were as weak as before, but the look in the eyes of its owner had changed.

Like the trapped beast in the cage finally getting out of trouble, the long-suppressed desire for revenge and bloodthirsty murderousness accumulated in his pupils, and gradually became a dark and thick incomprehensible to ordinary people.

...

Rong Ting went to the hospital and found the old doctor.

The old doctor took the pulse for him, and the whole person was quite surprised, "You are getting better too quickly."

Rong Ting nodded.

The old doctor saw that he was in a calm mood, but felt that the boy was young, but he was as old as an old man who had lived for decades.

I have been sitting in a wheelchair for a whole year as if my legs were abolished, and suddenly it healed. Who is not ecstatic?

He is different.

Rong Ting was carrying a letter in his arms.

What was used was still the letter paper with the bloody handprints of the dead man.

He knew that the palace, especially the Splendid Palace, was busy right now.

The queen was extremely suspicious and began to doubt a person, and she could no longer trust her.

Even if Mama Ji was the old mama she took with her when she never left the cabinet, as long as she became suspicious, she would never believe it again.

In the letters sent by the queen later, she urged her "dead men" to find out who had colluded with Ji mama.

She didn't know it was him who really saw the letter.

If the queen finds out that it is him one day, don't know what kind of expression she will show.

The boy's eyes were dark, but he hid the city in silence.

The cat teases the mouse, and the mouse always has to play for a while before it dies.

After the old doctor finished his treatment, he wanted to leave.

Seeing that he was sitting in a wheelchair, the old doctor stopped Rong Ting, "You can walk around now, you don't have to sit in a wheelchair anymore."

Rong Ting shook his head lightly, "I'm afraid of pain."

Although it is a lie, his face does not change.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain from taking those medicines, instead of the pain when you walk?"

Serious illness is difficult to treat. The medicine given by the genius doctor is both medicine and poison. It is said that after taking it at night, it is the pain of ants digging through the bones. It lasts for a long time, and even the time of each attack is different. No, how long will this pain last?

The old doctor laughed, "Forget it, you may not be used to letting you walk now, so if that's the case, you can sit in a wheelchair for a while. Congratulations, young master, it's really not easy to heal your leg injury. "

Rong Ting's expression was a little cold.

He didn't know what to say at the moment.

In front of almost everyone, he does not have a strong desire to communicate with people.

The old doctor talked to him, although he listened, his heart was not moved.

Just like the last time Jiang Jinxing was clamoring for candy, he didn't know what to do or what expression to show.

The old doctor spoke a little more, and said to Rong Ting, "Your leg injury is healed, so you have to thank Miss Jiang. Thanks to her for finding medicine for you, I should also thank her, Ren Shenyi's recipe has inspired me a lot. ."

Like breaking ice, there was a hint of warmth in Rong Ting's icy face.

The gloomy eyes became much more vivid when he thought of the petite figure of the little girl in his heart.

He lowered his eyes, "It's all her credit."

Thinking about how Jiang Rao treats people on weekdays, he said to the old doctor, "Thank you, old man."

The old doctor was very interested, "Then your leg is healed, but you must go and thank her."

"But just saying thank you will not win the girl's heart."

"Let me tell you, girls all like jewelry. Think about it, she likes the kind of shiny gold instead of the kind with beautiful gems. If the jewelry can be given away, she will accept it 80% of the time. your mind."

Rong Ting tilted his head, remembering the jewelry Jiang Rao wore on weekdays, his eyes became soft unconsciously.

The old doctor didn't care whether he heard it or not, he smiled as if he was remembering something, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes due to the smile became much deeper, and youyou said: "Back then, the old lady was because of a white jade hairpin. , nodded and promised to marry me. Since then, I have bought hairpins for her every year, what kind of things should I buy this year, think about it in exchange. "

...

Rong Ting sent the letter.

When went back, stopped when passed a jewelry store.

The boss saw that Rong Ting was dressed in ordinary clothes, but he couldn't hide his extravagance in his temperament, so he unconsciously entertained him a little more earnestly, "What would you like to see, young master?"

"Look at the jewelry." Rong Ting said.

"It's a gift, in exchange for..."

"Send someone."

"I don't know if it is for your elders and family members, or for Xinyi's little girl?"

"My favorite... little girl." Rong Ting looked away slightly.

The shop owner understood and picked a hairpin, "Look at this hairpin with white jade pouring water lotus, the little girl wears it, it complements her brows and eyes, it's very beautiful."

Rong Ting looked at it and frowned, his eyes swept over the other hairpins and said, "Wear other hairpins and they look good too."

The shop owner smiled, "It's natural, the young master is already a goddess, and the girl you want to like must also have a beautiful appearance."

The shopkeeper's words are mostly a courtesy that has been trained to win over business. Unexpectedly, just after he finished saying the words "all the country and the city", he heard his little guest make a low "um".

Although the voice is light, but looking at the expression, agree very much.

The shop owner smiled, and the lover's eyes were full of Xishi, how much he liked the little girl.

He continued to win over the business, "It's just that this one in my hand uses the best jade material. The girls like it very much, and it can best show your heart."

Rong Ting was a little dissatisfied, "This hairpin is selling well?"

"Of course it's very good. This is the best hairpin the shop sells."

"I don't want this."

"I want jade," he said.

...

Rong Ting was busy all night, and the next day, on the table, the rough jade material he had bought turned into a beautiful white feather hairpin.

What he wants to give her can only be a unique share in the world, only she has.

The rest of the jade material was ground into a small piece of jade by him.

He was always repairing benches and tables for himself, and this was the first time he made jewelry.

He held the small sharp knife down all night, his eyes were bloodshot, he blinked, his eyelids were dry, and he was a little nervous while holding the hairpin in his palm.

Looking at the hairpin, he glanced and glanced.

A little hesitant.

I don't know if she will like it.

Before he could send the hairpin change, Yu Jue was put on red thread by him, and was worn around his waist, next to the old purse.

...

Concubine Yun's letter came with the gift she gave to her precious niece—ten boxes of spices.

Concubine Yun has always loved beauty and has a deep understanding of rouge powder.

Jiang Rao is young now and doesn't use these things much.

With the ten boxes of precious spices said to have been sent from the Western Regions, she went to her parents.

Fourth Master Jiang and Mrs Jiang Qin were sitting in front of the desk.

"Father, mother."

Hearing Jiang Rao's voice, the two raised their eyes from the letter.

They all have unsightly faces.

Fourth Master Jiang stood behind Jiang Qin's, frowning and looking solemn, "Nian Nian, come here."

"Daddy has something to tell you."