Rong Ting adjusted his breath, and the coughing sound gradually eased.

He waved his hand to tell Jiang Rao not to worry, "I'm fine."

Apart from the fact that his cheeks were a little redder than usual, there was nothing else out of the ordinary.

It's just that his complexion is as cold as frost and snow, and the redness is particularly obvious.

It was as if Immortal Chuchen had been pulled into the human world forcibly, and had the smell of red dust on his body.

The maid next to Jiang Rao said, "The girl dreamed of elbows, but she wanted to eat it? Would you like the servant girl to instruct the back kitchen to cook this dish tomorrow."

Jiang Rao: "..."

"No need." She smiled bitterly, "It's too embarrassing to let people know that I cried with pig knuckle in my dream."

Rong Ting coughed again.

Jiang Rao looked at him again, and he said "it's okay".

"It's just that the tea is in a hurry."

Jiang Rao had just woken up from his sleep, and his energy was a little weaker, and asked him, "There have not been three operas in the Tingyin Academy yet, and the folk opera troupe can't enter the palace. You don't have much chance to see it in the palace, so why did you come out? "

Do you want to drive him away... Rong Ting clenched his fingers and said, "Opera is boring."

This was unexpected to Jiang Rao.

She had something on her mind, so she couldn't listen to the opera sung by the troupe.

But for the top troupe in Jinling, there must be at least 90 out of 100 guests.

Can think about it.

Although his temperament has become completely different from the Nine Masters in the original dream, there are some minor aspects that are similar.

If you piece together the fragments of her scattered dreams.

Although Jiu Ye is famous and rich, he is not interested in anything.

The eyes are tired and gray, and the eyelids are drooping all day long.

When others see him, he is afraid, and when he sees others, he is tired.

Apart from taking revenge on those who bullied him, especially her, he has never shown fanaticism and persistence to anything else.

It's just that she didn't expect that his temperament that he was tired of watching everything would show some signs of it when he was a teenager.

Jiang Rao said: "Perhaps the few scenes just now were not good enough. Now that the repertoire has been changed, it may be interesting."

Rong Ting shook his head, "The sound of silk and bamboo is too loud, and it gives me a headache. I'm sitting next to Mr., and behind me are a few senior brothers, all of whom are elders, and there is no one who speaks to me..."

Jiang Rao understood what he meant.

Think about him and her situation are similar, just returned to Jinling, the same age

Among the noble girls, she didn't know anyone.

Sometimes when go to the rouge gouache shop alone, or see other young ladies gathering together, feel a little out of place.

The feeling of pity on each other made Jiang Rao smile at him, "Then you can stay here for a while, I can accompany you."

Rong Ting's face softened slightly and nodded.

The courtyard outside the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion is full of shade, which is cooler than other places. Jiang Rao was worried that Rong Ting would catch cold, so she picked up the thin fleece blanket on the stone table and put it on his lap for him.

Rong Ting let her move, looking very obedient and obedient.

"Yu'er, you go to guard outside the courtyard."

She cleared her throat suddenly and pushed away the close-knit maid.

Looking down at Rong Ting's legs covered with a white velvet blanket, Jiang Rao asked, "How is your leg injury?"

Since dreamed that he stood up in the dream, then he should be almost healed by now.

Rong Ting's Adam's apple moved slightly, but his eyes turned aside.

Thinking of how embarrassed she looked when she just woke up, and the care she had just put on a fleece blanket for him, he said, "Although it's a little better, it's just not so painful, so I can't stand up."

The complexion is whiter than that of the rabbit, and the eyes are more pitiful than the rabbit's.

"Only every night before, the pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep well, but now I can sleep peacefully for a few hours."

This is true.

Even now, it hurts occasionally. He was afraid that he would be delayed for a year, so he gave up the kung fu he practiced in order to survive as a child. If the strength is good, the muscles will be pulled, and the pain will recur again.

Jiang Rao only felt that his words "it hurts so much that I can't sleep well" is really distressing.

He comforted him: "You will definitely get better. When you get better..."

Rong Ting thought she was going to tell her again that when he got better, he would be the first to tell her.

But I heard the little girl say seriously and seriously: "It's better not to tell anyone."

Rong Ting raised his eyes suddenly, a little puzzled in his eyes.

Even though Jiang Rao sent her maid to guard the courtyard gate, she lowered her voice, approached Rong Ting's ear, and said, "If you never get better, in the eyes of others, you will not be a threat they want to get rid of. ."

She knew that Rong Ting would understand what she meant, so she didn't say much.

After speaking, he stood up and looked at him.

The last time heard from Qin Yun that other concubines wanted to win over Rong Ting, Jiang Rao often thought about it.

Rong Ting lowered his eyelids.

He had long thought of what she said, which is why he sat in a wheelchair and continued to be ridiculed and ridiculed by others, and pitied with mockery.

He just didn't expect her to think so clearly.

"I promise you."

Inexplicably, suddenly there was a sense of relief that he had just been put on the guillotine, and then met the amnesty who escaped from the dead.

She seemed to help him find an excuse.

——To clear his excuse in front of her for concealing the crime of recovering from a leg injury.

Otherwise, he doesn't know what to say.

She woke up with a palpable humiliation and discomfort on her face.

If it was broken that it was not a dream, she would be embarrassed.

I have an excuse instead...

"However, when your leg is healed, you will be the first to tell me." Jiang Rao added.

"..."

The excuse is to say no.

The guillotine Rong Ting went up again.

...

After a cup of tea time, Ming Shao came back with the painting Jiang Rao gave, with a sad face, "Girl, no one among the servants recognizes the bracelet on this painting."

Jiang Rao knew in her heart that it was not easy to find, and did not hold out much hope. She sighed and said to Ming Shao, "There is no need to look for it any more."

"Give me the painting." Rong Ting asked for the painting again.

After unfolding, ask, "Is there any ink?"

The brush and ink used for painting just now were replaced under the stone table, and Ming Shao brought the brush and ink up.

Rong Ting rolled up his sleeves, held up a red brush, painted a few strokes on the bracelet pattern drawn by Jiang Rao, and handed the drawing to Jiang Rao, "Look, is this the bracelet you're looking for?"

Jiang Rao glanced down.

After adding a few strokes, the pattern of the blue bracelet was more like what she had dreamed of.

But……

"How did you know?"

She looked at Rong Ting curiously.

Rong Ting nodded, but his eyes were raised, he glanced at her bun, and muttered, "It doesn't look good."

Jiang Rao didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"Your hairpin doesn't look good."

Rong Ting lowered his head, hung his wrists and continued to walk around the dragon on the drawing paper, drawing a few more patterns.

His tone was calm and calm, and he didn't look at her, but those words sounded inexplicably a bit like a child's temper and anger.

Jiang Rao raised her hand and touched the hairpin she was wearing today.

Suddenly understood, he smiled.

Isn't it because he didn't wear the hairpin he gave?

It was just that she was not ugly, but now it's a problem.

"Today's grandmother's birthday, I always have to wear some festive colors."

Rong Ting's eyes softened a little. Is it a festive color? He took note.

Jiang Rao looked at his face paler than paper.

I felt that he was thinking about things all day long, and the quietness was not as deep as someone of his age, and he would rather stay with her in this small secluded yard than go to the play sung by the opera troupe, like a stuffy wood.

It made Jiang Rao's heart ticklish and thought of trying to make him laugh.

Besides, from childhood to adulthood, not many people have said the words unsightly in front of her.

She tilted her head in front of him, the tassels of the hairpin on her head drooped to one side, and she smiled and said, "Is it really bad for me to wear this kind of hairpin?"

"Isn't it good-looking?" she asked repeatedly.

Rong Ting didn't expect her to be so close to him suddenly, her breath tightened for a moment, watching her smile like a flower, her Adam's apple rolled.

It was like a scholar walking at night, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly encountered a bewitching goblin, and his breathing gradually became chaotic.

The back of the ear was as red as the evening fire cloud.

He lowered his eyelids, rubbed his cold fingers behind his ears, and his voice sounded hoarse and heavy because of the tension, "It's beautiful."

"You look good."

But he insisted, "The hairpin doesn't look good."

Jiang Rao wanted to make fun of him, but was made fun of by his stubbornness.

The maid on the side heard Rong Ting proudly and awkwardly praise their girls for being beautiful, and blushes for Jiang Rao.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Rao, who was used to being told that she was good-looking since she was a child, and was very normal.

Rong Ting's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes suddenly became a little pitiful, "Don't you think the hairpin I made is beautiful?"

He was very frustrated, "I've been studying for a long time..."

Jiang Raokong wanted to tease people, but he didn't have the skills to tease people. Instead, he wanted to coax people. Hearing his tone of voice was low and disappointed, he quickly said, "It's good-looking and good-looking."

Rong Ting's thin lips curled slightly, but he lost his pitiful appearance.

Jiang Rao felt that if he was an animal with long ears, both ears might have stood up and beckoned to her now.

The tip of the pen made a few more bends on the paper, and at last it was done in one go. Rong Ting stopped the movement of the pen and handed the drawing paper to her.

Arrange several patterns side by side on the drawing paper.

Lines from simple to complex.

From the simple pattern on the blue bracelet, it has evolved all the way to a lifelike little wolf.

"The pattern on that bracelet is the totem of the northern nomads."

When Jiang Rao looked down at the painting, Rong Ting explained beside her.

"The person you are looking for should be of nomadic origin. The quality of sapphire is exquisite, and it is difficult for ordinary people to use land. Thinking about the Jinling aristocracy, only the nomadic origin is now the Hu general who is stationed in the frontier."

Rong Ting analyzed slowly.

"He has a pair of twin daughters, Hu Li and Hu Tang. The person you are looking for is likely to be them."

When Jiang Rao raised her eyes to look at Rong Ting again, her eyes were as bright as the falling stars.

Looking at Rong Ting's eyes is a bit like looking at an omniscient god.

Brilliant and somewhat adoring.

"How did you know so much?"

Rong Ting coughed.

Vision is dim.

He just went back to Jinling to find her, and he looked at the list of all the noble ladies of the same age in Jinling.

Later, in order to make a hairpin for her, read almost all the books that the jewelry craftsman had to read, and understood the connotations of various patterns and the meaning of totems.

"I stumbled across it from a book," he said.

Jiang Rao did not suspect him, but his eyes were still shocked.

I want her brother to read more too.

She was a little unsure if Hu Li and Hu Tang were on the list of the banquet, so she asked Ming Shao to go down to inquire, then suddenly turned to look at Rong Ting, and asked him, "You don't want to know, why did I seek them?"

Obviously, it is a character who wants to control everything in his hands. How can he be so well-behaved and calm today?

Rong Ting thought.

He wanted to know everything about her, even to have complete control.

Ever since he met Ming Shao on the road just now and recognized the totem pattern, he had been thinking about why she wanted to find Hu Li and Hu Tang.

But if he annoyed her because of his shackle-like desire to control, it would not be worth the loss.

But she was soft-hearted.

He can only grasp this point and treat her with all his heart.

So good...to the extent that once she abandons him, she will have trouble sleeping and eating for the rest of her life.

So good that she couldn't abandon him at all.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't ask." His eyes were as dark as ink, like the sea in the dark. Underneath the calm surface, there was an almost morbid paranoia, but with a gentle smile, he said, "I only I want to help you do what you want to do."

...

But he said that, making Jiang Rao more and more soft-hearted.

Blame her, because he didn't want to listen to the drama, and couldn't help thinking of him as the Jiu Ye in his dream.

Obviously he has changed.

Although she didn't mention the dream, she explained to him that she was looking for Huli Hutang instead.

He lied a little and said that he had only seen their bracelets before and liked them, so he wanted to ask where they bought them.

love their bracelets...

Rong Ting was thoughtful.

...

The shadow of the sun slowly moved from the east to the center of the sky, and at three o'clock, the sound in the listening courtyard finally stopped.

It's time to go back to the academy.

Jiang Rao stood up to help Rong Ting remove the wheelchair from the pavilion and pushed him forward, "I'll take you back to the Tingyin Academy."

Rong Ting shook his head.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyelashes blinked, "It's too far from here to the Tingyin Academy, I don't want you to work so hard."

Acted very sensible.

He controlled the wheelchair and took two hurried steps, forcing Jiang Rao to let go.

Jiang Rao looked at his back, and two words popped into his mind.

Very nice.

However, he watched Rong Ting's wheelchair slam into the stone, and unfortunately, the wheelchair got stuck.

Rong Ting's figure staggered and almost fell.

In an instant, the words in Jiang Rao's mind changed from two to four...

From "good" to "weak".

It's just that he didn't watch for two steps, and he became like this.

Jiang Rao couldn't help but worry and doubt.

Just such a weak body...

Leg injury... can it really get better as she dreamed?