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Chapter 31 (Two in One)
The atmosphere in the room was a little gloomy.
Like the weather before a storm.
Jiang Rao's expression became slightly uneasy. Holding the boxes of spices, she walked up to Fourth Master Jiang anxiously and asked, "Dad, what happened?"
Jiang Qinshi stood up at this moment and pulled Jiang Siye's sleeve, "Master, come out first and discuss with your concubine."
Fourth Master Jiang's hand was clenched into a fist, and his brows were clenched tightly.
After Jiang Qin called him again, he picked up the letter on the table and walked outside the house.
Jiang Qin also went out, turned around and said to Jiang Rao, "Wait in the study first every year, I will come back after discussing with your father."
Jiang Rao was sitting in front of Fourth Master Jiang's desk and waiting.
...
After going out, Jiang Qin saw that Fourth Master Jiang was worried, and the expression on her face was not good.
The hand holding her husband's arm trembled faintly.
She never imagined that the child in the west of the city was the ninth prince who had almost engaged his daughter.
"Master, please take it easy first, don't rush to tell Nian Nian about this rashly."
Jiang Siye's face was sinking like water, and he blamed himself: "It's my fault, I was just angry, I never went to see what the kid in the west of the city looked like."
"Who would have guessed that he was the ninth prince, the concubine had seen him a long time ago, but she couldn't recognize him."
Jiang Qin's brows were lightly wrinkled, "Ayun's letter is all written, and there are very few people who know that the ninth prince has left the palace to recover. It's not the master's fault for this. If you want to blame it, you can only blame fate."
Jiang Siye said: "The ninth prince was seriously injured, and he was alone here. It just so happened that our daughter met him. Think carefully about why the ninth prince was seriously injured, and why he was in such a remote mountain city without servants and no care. Man, someone clearly wants him to die. To save him every year is to fight against that person."
"I know it's a bit cruel for me to say this, but I'm the father of every year. I'd rather the ninth prince die than my daughter's enemies because of him."
Although Jiang Qin wanted the young boy in the west of the city to be her son-in-law, she knew that he was the ninth prince, and she did not dare to let the emperor's child be her son-in-law, so she let go of this obsession, After hearing what Jiang Siye said, he worriedly asked, "What if Ruo Nian really likes him?"
"He can't protect my daughter at all." Fourth Master Jiang said coldly, "I won't agree, let's say—"
The old father changed with the insistence of the old father.
He snorted and said, "I think Nian Nian just pity him
The leg injury is serious, and being nice to him is no different from being nice to an injured kitten or puppy. don't really like it. "
Jiang Qinshi asked: "The master wants to tell Nian Nian directly that the child is the ninth prince, and then directly tell Nian Nian to cut off communication with him?"
Jiang Siye didn't say it directly, but he obviously thought so, and he was quite confident, "I will definitely listen to me every year. If I tell her, she will definitely listen to me without saying why."
Jiang Qinshi shook his head worriedly, "That's not good, even if it's a kitten or a puppy, it will have feelings after a long time. If the master is so straightforward, he may resent the master every year."
Fourth Master Jiang pondered deeply.
...
After returning home.
"Nian Nian." Fourth Master Jiang's voice was inexplicably solemn, "If Daddy told you to never see that kid in Chengxi again, would you listen to Daddy?"
In order to increase his chips, he said, "Daddy, please."
He thought to himself that it was the first time he asked his daughter to ask, and her daughter would definitely agree to him.
But who knew that after his daughter glanced at him in surprise, she asked seriously, "Dad, why?"
Jiang Qin glanced at Jiang Siye, as if to say, look, what you said is wrong.
Jiang Siye couldn't hold back a little, he coughed a little to hide his embarrassment, "You know, who is that child?"
Jiang Rao shook her head to show that she didn't know, but her ears were already propped up, "Does Daddy know?"
When she was listening to someone talking, her clean and clear eyes always followed the speaker firmly. Jiang Siye looked at this Baoer held in his hand, and his heart was a little sour. She eats, just want to scold God for always making trouble for his daughter.
He coughed and cleared his throat, but his voice was still extremely heavy, "The letter from your aunt said that the child in the west of the city, surnamed Tianzi, is a child of the Tian family."
He didn't want to name Rong Ting as the ninth prince at this time, for fear that after the name, it would cause his daughter to have some reverie thoughts of a girl, but it would add ambiguity.
But after he pointed out that Rong Ting was the only prince, Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and almost at the same time, he guessed that Rong Ting was the ninth prince.
The surname is Tianzi, a child of the Tian family. In her dream, let her call him Jiu Ye...
He is the ninth prince.
The ninth prince who almost made a baby kiss with her.
Jiang Rao lowered his head.
She didn't have much impression of the ninth prince. The only impression was that her parents had mentioned to her that the ninth prince had almost set a baby kiss with her.
she would
I'm glad that the baby was replaced and the kiss didn't work in the end, otherwise she was destined to marry a man she didn't know at all.
At the same time, he was a little curious about the ninth prince who almost made a baby kiss with her.
I was curious about the situation in the palace that the weak and pitiful prince who was unable to protect himself at all from his father's mouth.
Thinking about it like this, my back suddenly went numb.
She once dreamed that Rong Ting's mistress wanted to be against him.
If Rong Ting is the ninth prince, then his mistress is
"Years?"
Seeing her bowing her head and distracted, Fourth Master Jiang understood very well, and came over and touched her head, she was indeed his daughter, "Daddy had the same expression when he found out about this."
Immediately thought of what kind of disaster this would bring.
"If you can listen to your father every year, stop dealing with this kid, right?"
Jiang Rao raised her eyes blankly. She felt chills because of what she was thinking about. She didn't take Jiang Siye's words to heart and asked back, "What do you mean by father?"
Fourth Master Jiang: "..."
It turned out that his daughter did not want to go with him.
"His injury, his current situation, is clearly someone who wants to harm him. Every year, if you help him, you will create an enemy for yourself. People who are good in Beijing will say that we want to form a party with him for personal gain and conspiracy to do great things. It's better to cut off communication."
make enemies
Jiang Rao knew exactly who was behind Rong Ting's murder.
Just thinking of the appearance of Empress Jiahe in front of people made her spine go cold for a while.
Empress Jiahe is well-received in the folklore, and even children will sing songs of her praise.
Because of her aunt, Jiang Rao has always disliked the empress.
I really did not expect that the woman who was gentle, generous, and decent in the eyes of the common people would turn out to be a cruel and poisonous woman behind her.
As for sectarianism
Jiang Rao raised her eyes and looked at Fourth Master Jiang, "Dad, you don't have to cut off communication with him. Contacting him will not harm our family."
In her dream, it was obvious that the new emperor had been changed, and the new era was used everywhere.
In the dream, when Rong Ting was in the house, everyone respectfully called him Jiu Ye, and no one saw him without bowing his head.
Even though he hid a lot from her back then, she knew very little about him.
But the power of the Nine Masters is still undeniable.
Party with him, at least it won't be a bad thing.
Even, the exchange may change the fate of the entire Jiang family's males being sent to the frontier and the females being slaves after the new emperor ascended the throne.
Jiang Rao's eyes suddenly brightened.
Jiuye is a golden thigh, she wants to hug.
But she
Jiang Xingzhou could not hear the voice of his heart.
He frowned when he heard his daughter's words.
All Jiang Xingzhou could see was the scene of Rong Ting curled up in a dilapidated wooden house, struggling to survive.
In his eyes, Rong Ting couldn't even compare to a free fish in the river.
The ninth prince has been pressed on the chopping block. Whether he is dead or alive depends on the person holding the knife and when he feels the mood to drop the knife.
Xianyun Yehe was used to it. He didn't want to get involved in the battle of the princes for the throne at all. He just wanted to stay out of the way to protect himself and his family.
If you can't avoid it, at least side with someone who looks like he's going to win.
"If you change every year, you may not understand. For a helpless person like him, if the princes really fight for the throne, he will have nothing to protect himself." When you are older and figure it out, you will naturally know why Daddy wants you to distance yourself from him, and today, listen to Daddy first."
Jiang Rao knew that it was not easy to change her father's opinion, so she didn't mention it anymore, but she was a little embarrassed and didn't agree.
She didn't know other than telling the dream candidly, what other way could she let her father know that in the future, Rong Ting would no longer be bullied by others like he is now.
Jiang Siye saw the gloomy look on her face, as if he didn't want to agree.
With a slight sigh, he said with Jiang Qin, "You were right."
Jiang Qin took the hand of Fourth Master Jiang gently, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Master, since that's the case, let's just follow the way we discussed with the concubine just now."
Fourth Master Jiang nodded.
He got up and came to Jiang Rao with a solemn expression, "Every year, there is one more thing."
Jiang Rao raised her eyes.
Fourth Master Jiang said, "Concubine Yun is ill."
Jiang Rao's face changed immediately, "What's wrong with my aunt?"
"I ate poisonous cakes by mistake." Fourth Master Jiang folded the letter sent by Concubine Yun Gui in half and handed it to Jiang Rao to let her read the letter, "She is very ill and is life-threatening, and said she wanted to see her. you."
...
Jiang Rao looked at the last few lines of the letter.
It was her aunt Qin Yun's handwriting. In the letter, she said that she was terminally ill, and she fell asleep at night when she heard the grandmother of the Qin family, who had been dead for a hundred years, calling her by her nickname and wanting to take her away.
In other words, if she goes back late every year, remember to buy a coffin board and bring it to her in the coffin shop in Jinling City.
The most expensive and most beautiful.
Jiang Rao looked at it, her heart trembled.
"Should we go back and see Auntie?" she asked anxiously.
Jiang Siye and Jiang Qin looked at each other, heartbroken.
He changed his eyes tacitly, and then nodded.
"I'm going back."
They knew in their hearts that Qin Yun was just fooling around, pretending to be sick to trick them into going back.
But using this method to take her daughter away can indeed dispel her resistance and concerns.
"But." Jiang Rao was thinking about Rong Ting's leg injury, "Can we go back to Yecheng again?"
Fourth Master Jiang thought, no.
There was a deep sense of helplessness in my heart.
Nodding, "Of course I'll be back."
"I'll be back in a few days."
"I have to find someone to tell..."
Fourth Master Jiang frowned and interrupted her, "We'll be leaving tonight, go and pack up."
He helplessly coaxed her and said, "Daddy will arrange for someone to tell the prince about our temporary departure."
...
The Jiang family went out of the city overnight.
The mansion was still there, fearing that Jiang Rao would become suspicious, the things in the mansion were not packed away, and a few servants were left to look after them.
night and day.
In front of the Jiang residence, a figure in a wheelchair appeared.
Rong Ting's fingers were clasped on the armrest of the wheelchair, with a pair of dark eyes staring at Jiang's residence, his brows slightly knitted together.
The mansion, where only the former servants were gathered, was extremely deserted at the moment. The main door was open, and inside the door, only two or three people were walking around.
Rong Ting glanced at the sky.
Two hours have passed since dawn, and the number of pedestrians on the street has increased.
As usual, the servants in Jiang's house are already busy, so it shouldn't be so deserted as if no one lives there.
A wordless anxiety surged up, Rong Ting tightly clutched the hairpin that he wanted to give to Jiang Rao, controlled the wheelchair, walked forward to the gatekeeper, and said, "I'm looking for your lady."
The gatekeeper raised his head and glanced at him, thinking in his heart what the master told him to say last night when he met a disabled young man in a wheelchair, he said, "My girl, let's go."
gone……
Rong Ting's eyes showed a moment of panic, and then, his voice tightened, and he asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know where to go, but I won't come back anyway."
The gatekeeper replied as the master told him.
Rong Ting's eyes deepened.
He firmly held the white jade hairpin in his hand, and the strength between his fingers almost crushed the fragile jade body!
"Impossible." He said hoarsely.
She had just promised him that she would not leave.
Just leave without saying goodbye, no.
Certainly not.
With disbelief in his eyes, he stubbornly waited outside the Jiang residence.
From the morning mist, wait until
The sun is rising.
Then to sunset.
The setting sun shone on the young boy in a wheelchair, and a thin and lonely figure was printed on the ground.
The thin golden sunset shadow hit his lonely and gloomy face, and the thick long eyelashes cast shadows on the eye sockets, making him more and more lonely and pitiful.
The gatekeeper couldn't stand it any longer, he walked to Rong Ting's side, and persuaded: "Young Master, please come back, girl, she really left and will not come back."
He was afraid that this little boy would stay here forever, waiting like a stone sculpture until late at night and until he died, and said in a heavy tone, "No matter how long you wait, you won't be able to wait."
The stone-like figure finally trembled, raised his eyes, his beautiful face was sad and fragile.
As if something important was broken in his eyes.
...
The gatekeeper said not to call Rong Ting.
Rong Ting came every day instead.
His wheelchair would always be parked under the weeping willow tree in front of Jiang's house, which was getting more and more green day by day.
The more you don't make trouble, the emotions in your heart have turned upside down.
He looked at the hairpin, always thinking, if this hairpin was tied up in her hair and worn on her head, it would definitely look good.
At that time, looking from behind her, she could see that her long black hair was tied up by the hairpin, exposing her neck.
White and slender, with beautiful lines, like the neck of a swan.
Rong Ting rubbed the hairpin.
It was like rubbing the skin on her neck.
The same smooth and delicate, the same slender, beautiful.
Break at a break.
He suddenly held the hairpin tightly in the palm of his hand, and the scarlet vision was dark.
I knew earlier.
Lock it up, shut it up, hide it.
Hiding in a place that only he knows.
Then, there is no escape.
...
The group of children in the west of the city who had deep grievances with Rong Ting heard that the Jiang family had left, and they all gathered like hozens to watch the show.
He threw the mud on Rong Ting's body.
When the Jiang family was here, they knew that the eldest lady of that family was protecting Rong Ting, and they did not dare to make trouble.
Now, when they heard that the Jiang family was gone, they finally caught the loop.
The words that have been deflated for a few months have poured out.
"Dead and crippled, backing down!"
"Look, he's like a dog. Feed him a meal or two, and then it's cooked. He's waiting here for a while. I didn't expect that people don't want this dog!"
"What a poor dog! What a poor dog!"
They reconciled to each other and burst into laughter.
The noisy laughter entered his ears, and the emotions that Rong Ting had suppressed for a few days finally came to an end.
He raised his eyes slowly, his eyes cold.
In the gloomy narrow eyes, there is a murderous intent that is hard to hide.
The hidden weapon that sealed the throat and killed it was quietly transported to the fingers.
At this moment, a person riding a high-headed horse came with a whip.
The children listened to the sound of the hooves and turned their heads to look, "Where is this high official, so handsome!"
"Why is he walking this way, is he looking for someone?"
"How is that possible? How can anyone here let such a high official come to him in person?"
When the official with the deepening brocade clothes approached, the expressions on the children's faces became submissive one by one.
Like a quiet house dog.
In front of Rong Ting, the official in Jinyi tightened the reins, stopped the horse, and rolled over to the ground.
His eyes were extremely cold and disgusting, he glanced at the dirty children, swung his whip, and threw it in front of the children, splashing their nose with dust, and almost landing on them.
The Jinyi official had his knees short and knelt in front of Rong Ting.
He clasped his fists in a salute, and said in a loud voice, "My minister, see your Ninth Highness."
...
Inside the Splendid Palace, the Queen is practicing arrows with Little Seventeen.
Little Seventeen is not very good at archery, only a few arrows come close to the bullseye occasionally, but none of them can hit the red dot.
The queen looked upset, and the new maid Yuying asked her, "Niangniang, this slave knows that there is a kind of arrow target, which is larger than the one used in the palace, and it is easier to hit the bull's-eye. The seventeenth prince is young, it is better to let him use it first. that?"
The queen shook her head, "At his age, Rong Ting may have already made a hundred hits."
Yuying rubbed her shoulders and said with a chuckle, "But now that the ninth prince is not in the palace, no one can be more powerful than the seventeenth prince."
This made the Queen smile, "As long as he doesn't come back, Ben Gong's little seventeen will always be the most powerful child, and he, Ben Gong will not let him come back."
"Yuying, just change the kind of archery target you said. As long as you can deceive the emperor and make the emperor think that Ben Gong's little seventeen is powerful, Ben Gong feels very good." She ordered with a sneer.
Her little seventeen is the eternal master.
As for the crippled one, it would be good to die in Yecheng.