Rong Ting was much more familiar with this situation.

With a helpless expression on his face, he smiled indulgently, and said to Jiang Rao in a condoning tone, "As long as you like it."

...

The head of the Xu family is only listed among the guests invited.

He acts in a low-key manner, alone in a corner, pouring tea and drinking, indifferent to fame, and rarely communicates with other people.

It's just that his eyes were fixed on the empty seat beside Yan Nanxun, his eyes were as sophisticated as an eagle, and he lowered his voice and said to the servant next to him, "Bring a message to the palace."

The little servant and the palace maid connected, and the news brought by the head of the Xu family finally reached the ears of Queen Jiahe.

Yan Nanxun went to the old lady's birthday banquet with several other famous gentlemen in the academy. There was no class in the Egret Academy, but the seventeenth prince did not have half a day of free time, and he was still studying characters and reading under the supervision of the master.

After the curtain was drawn down, the maid next to Empress Jiahe fanned a small fan for her and stared at the figure of the seventeenth prince writing with a pen.

Whenever he relaxes a little or two, her eyes will slightly condense, like a sharp needle, as if it can penetrate the curtain and fall on the seventeenth prince.

When the maid saw that she was unhappy, the movement of gently shaking the small fan would stop for a while.

It was not until the seventeenth prince heard the sound behind the curtain, his figure straightened up again, and the eyes of Empress Jia and Empress softened, that the maid was relieved and continued to shake the small fan.

Hearing the news brought by the head of the Xu family, Queen Jiahe frowned slightly.

But he said indifferently: "Even if the crippled was invited to the birthday banquet of the old lady of Ning Anbo's house, everyone knows that he will not become a king in the future, how can there be someone who looks down on him too much? Even if someone really gives him some points A good face, it is also the face of this palace."

In her heart, she was also afraid of Rong Ting's ruthlessness, like a mad dog, who played cards unreasonably, but she knew that the person who helped Rong Ting in the dark was the idle person who only knew how to wander around to see the mountains and rivers. Jiang Siye, who has no ambitions, is the backer...

She felt that no matter how smart this child was, he was short-sighted and found someone who could help him, thinking that he was a very valuable person...

No matter how crazy a mad dog is, it's just a dog and can't learn like a man.

Empress Jiahe gave a cold "ha".

I don't even know what he is drawing.

Just take care of the waste.

Queen Jiahe's eyes were light and relaxed, and there was no pressure at all, "Go back to my father's words and say I know."

"only……"

"Go and tell my father, so that he doesn't have to worry about it. It was Qin Yun who asked her brother-in-law to give Rong Ting an invitation in order to make me unhappy. But in Ning's house, Jiang Xingchuan is in charge of the house, and Jiang Xingzhou can't say anything, so why bother? Worrying so much? As for Qin Yun..."

Empress Jiahe's eyes slowly turned cold, and she smiled sarcastically, "Bengong has its own way to repair her."

...

"I want to know too"

Jiang Jinxing was dissatisfied with Jiang Rao's decision to let Ming Shao take him away, he threw off Ming Shao's hand, crawled onto the stone table, stood on it, and stood on tiptoe. Two inches.

"I've grown so tall. I'm not a child. I have to know what happens at home."

Jiang Rao didn't want him to be too precocious. He understood too much at a young age and lost the joy of childhood early.

I just wanted Ming Shao to take Jiang Jinxing back to the front hall and let him go to play with a child about his age.

But Jiang Jinxing has a stubborn temper, and after identifying one thing, he will not look back.

He was angrily, his arms crossed, and he sat down on the stone table with his legs crossed, like a little novice who was meditating and angry at the same time. no, don't go."

Ming Shao tried to hug Jiang Jinxing away, but the little guy's chassis was stable, and it took root on the stone table like a mushroom, and she couldn't pull it out.

Ming Shao looked at Jiang Rao sadly: "Girl, don't drive the young master away. He is the eldest son. If he knew something earlier, the road in the future would be easy."

Jiang Jinxing: "That's it."

Jiang Rao sighed, "But I just think he's getting younger..."

Jiang Jinxing lay depressed on the stone table, his arms and legs spread out in an angry "big" character, almost covering the entire stone table.

Jiang Rao pinched his cheek like she was pinching dumplings. Knowing she couldn't drive him away, she reluctantly asked him, "Then if I told you, would you help my sister find a way?"

"I'll help me." Jiang Jinxing crawled up and his eyes were bright, but because he was young, his brain was a muscle, and the whole person relied on his fists. He pointed at the bound maid and asked, "Is she? What's the matter? Sister, do you want me to beat her?"

Ying Yin, who had been tied up for an hour, trembled heavily.

Jiang Rao was about to explain to Jiang Jinxing, but was stopped by Ming Shao, "Girl, wait."

Ming Shao lowered her head and whispered in Jiang Rao's ear, "Miss, His Highness Ninth is also here. Didn't you say, don't let others know about this matter? Do you want the servant to let him go?"

Beside the stone table, Rong Ting sat there without saying a word, quietly.

Although Ming Shao's voice was soft, it made Rong Ting's voice

Fingers taut a little under the sleeves.

Jiang Rao: "I said to keep outsiders from knowing, but he is not..."

The second sentence "outsiders" didn't come out, and Jiang Rao choked on her own.

I don't think she's right to say that.

The latter words are quietly swallowed back into the stomach,

She glanced at Rong Ting.

Fang Cai

Afraid of disturbing her, Rong Ting took the initiative to leave.

But when he spoke, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He was emaciated, bathed in the sun, as if it was about to be scorched by the sun, and his complexion was as pale as snow.

She couldn't bear it, so she opened her mouth to keep him, which made him stay

Jiang Rao said to Ming Shao again: "His Royal Highness is not a nonsense. His leg injury can't help tossing, don't let him go, back and forth, delay the injury."

The conversation between the master and the servant was very low, and a person with normal hearing ability would not be able to hear just a few steps away.

But Huaiqing instead saw a faint crimson from behind his master's ear.

...

Jiang Jinxing couldn't wait to hear the ins and outs of the matter, and tugged Jiang Rao's sleeve restlessly.

Jiang Rao was succinct and pointed to the bound maid, "My aunt sent her to poison the two guests at today's banquet and the two daughters of General Hu, in order to ruin the reputation of the mother. I have something to go to. Looking for those two sisters, I happened to meet them, and they were arrested here and tortured, and the master behind it was the aunt."

Jiang Jinxing's face turned red when he heard the half of the paragraph. Hearing the second half, his little fist clenched tightly, "I'll bite her to death"

"I'll leave this to my grandfather, let's see what he has to say."

But Jiang Rao sighed and was worried, "I just don't know when my grandfather will come over."

She estimated that she might wait until the banquet at the latest.

Until then, she had to be here watching.

Keep waiting even if you're bored.

A pair of slender hands stretched out, their fingertips pressed the oil paper bag in front of Jiang Rao, pointing as white as jade, and pushed the jujube paste a little closer to her.

"You have something to eat first, don't be in a hurry when the old man comes."

Rong Ting's voice was gentle and gentle. After speaking, he looked at Jiang Jinxing, and when he opened his lips again, there were only two words, "Come here."

He waved to Jiang Jinxing.

Jiang Jinxing jumped off the stone table and came to Rong Ting.

Rong Tinghuan was dissatisfied, "Come with me and see that maid."

But when the two walked to the center of the courtyard and were far away from the stone table, Rong Ting stopped.

He narrowed his eyes.

The raised corners of his eyes and his frosty gaze made his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted, adding a little wickedness to his temperament.

Rong Ting tilted his head to look at Jiang Jinxing, "You said just now that you want to bite?"

Jiang Jinxing rubbed his back molars and waved his clenched fist in the air, "Not only to bite, but to bite to death is best."

"If a dog bites you, if you bite it, you will get a mouthful of hair." Rong Ting's deep voice was as light as a string, and he said coldly, "That's what a reckless man is like."

"Then what to do?"

Rong Ting glanced at him.

His pupils were under the sunlight, reflected by the sunlight, their color was lighter, and they were as clean as glass.

"A line is cut in the throat, the blood is bleed drop by drop, let it go to the last breath, take a breath, and then wear it with an iron pick, cut open, peeled, dismantled, and chopped into pieces."

- That's what he said in his heart.

Actually not specified.

Just smiling and silent.

The courtyard was quiet and windless. For a long time, the shade under the tree remained motionless.

There were so many people, Rong Ting was silent for a while, but moved the topic away and asked Jiang Jinxing, "Would you like to help your elder sister call your grandfather?"

Jiang Jinxing nodded heavily, "Think."

Rong Ting curled his lips into a smile, and there was a hint of ruffian in his shy expression.

Like a pretty bastard, lawless.

"I teach you."

He said.

...

After a cup of tea

Jiang Jinxing, who was crying and hiccupping, threw himself into his grandfather's arms, whimpering loudly.

But nothing other than shouting "grandfather" and "grandfather".

But the old man is anxious.

"Who bullied my precious grandson like this?"

The guests who were chatting with the old man very much, seeing this scene, were worried that their children and Jiang Jinxing had a conflict, and wanted to ask clearly.

"What's the matter, little master?"

But Jiang Jinxing cried for a while, sniffed, wiped his tears, and said, "Grandfather, I'm fine, grandmother's birthday banquet is important, I'm fine, I won't bother grandfather woohoo."

He didn't say a word of usefulness, just went away.

He slipped out of Ning Anbo's arms, turned his head and ran back to the direction he came from, but instead continued to whimper loudly.

"Why is this kid so nice..."

"I cried like that, in other words, I'm fine."

"Uncle, such a small child, you should follow him quickly, but don't let anything happen to him."

Listening to everyone's advice, Ning Anbo looked at his grandson's back worriedly, and hurriedly ordered the servant to chase after him.

...

Jiang Rao was looking for Jiang Jinxing in a hurry.

Just now, Jiang Jinxing suddenly screamed and ran out, as if bumping into an evil spirit.

The speed of being chased by her father and beating all over the yard was amazing. No maid could catch him, and he didn't know where he went.

But when she hurried out for a while, she bumped into the little servant who came back holding Jiang Jinxing.

The person who followed behind was his grandfather.

The old man heard the whole story from Jiang Jinxing halfway, and was furious. He pulled Jiang Rao and looked up and down, "Aren't you scared every year?"

After the young servant just caught up with Jiang Jinxing, Jiang Jinxing whispered everything to him.

The child was frightened by the poisonous sweet soup, saying that he couldn't even eat, and pinched his stomach and said he was hungry.

"General Hu's daughter, she also dares to harm her!" The old man saw the tied maid in the yard and knew that what his grandson said to him on the way was true, and his hands were shaking with anger, "I don't know what to do!"

"My Ning'an Manor cannot tolerate such a poisonous woman."

Jiang Jinxing hiccupped happily.

The old man heard the sound and looked at him, patted him on the back, and stopped crying, but he didn't stop crying, and he let out his breath, "Look at the way that poisonous woman scares my grandson. ."

Hearing this, Jiang Jinxing cried and hiccupped even more, and stretched out his chubby hand to make an exaggerated gesture, "That soup, sweet, drink it, it can kill a child."

He squeezed his eyes, the effect of being hit on the crying acupoint was revoked, and when there was no more tears, he burped loudly, "I-I will never dare to drink sweet soup again woo woo!"

"Dear." Jiang Jinxing's appearance was carved in the same mold as Jiang Siye, the old uncle looked at him, he would think of his young son's appearance when he was young, and he was so distressed, "Don't be afraid, grandfather will make the decision for you. ."

Jiang Jinxing nodded in confidence.

His round face was replaced with wet tears, and his wet eyes blinked, as if asking for credit, he smiled quietly at Jiang Rao.

That smile seemed to say - I'm amazing.

Jiang Rao understood what he meant, but she was stunned, wondering what happened when her brother left.

She thought that her brother had hit the evil and saw something bad.

It turned out that he was going to call his grandfather?