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Chapter 67
Without listening to her answer, Fourth Master Jiang smiled faintly, "Let you pretend to be dumb, so as not to be seen through, and pretend to be right now? Well, let's go to the academy."
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After entering the Egret Academy, Jiang Rao's every step was very fresh.
It's not that feel fresh because entered the acade. But because she is now the adopted son of her father.
Jiang Rao couldn't help but imitate Jiang Ping's walking gait. After a while, she had a seven-eighth image, and her steps were neat and sassy.
That's the difference between two and three points, but Jiang Ping sighed, "Gu... Young Master, you are not swinging your arms in the wrong way, so just walk as you normally would. It's okay to take a small step."
Jiang Rao lowered his head.
The stance of the arm is not right...
She put her hands behind her directly and walked forward with a round belly full of cloth.
Jiang Jinxing was taken by Fourth Master Jiang to see Yan Nanxun. Soon after, Yan Nanxun sent a servant to lead Jiang Rao and Jiang Ping to visit the academy.
The scenery in the academy is different from the outside. There are no roses and begonias dotted on the walls, only Xiaoxiao bamboo forests.
Green but monotonous, other than that, there is no other color.
It is indeed a good place to study.
When she thought that she sent Rong Ting here to study, the corners of her lips curved slightly with pride.
Curious about where Rong Ting was, Jiang Rao picked up a small wooden stick. Anyway, he was a man now, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to his manners. Jiang Rao squatted on the ground and scribbled a few words, "Take me to see the Ninth Highness."
Jiang Ping thought that if Fourth Master knew that you were here to see His Highness the Ninth Highness, he would probably regret the makeup he had put on you for an entire hour.
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It's time, after class.
Old Liu's grandson and the direct son of Xie Shoufu's family still look like they can't stand Rong Ting.
The class just now was not a class taught by Yan Nanxun, but a lesson taught by another old Confucian scholar who had some trouble with Yan Nanxun.
It is impossible to kill a fourth master Jiang halfway in the last round. Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan didn't hold back at all. When they came out of the school, they bumped into Rong Ting's wheelchair extremely deliberately.
But first made a "Ouch" sound.
"Go to the middle of the road to block others from walking, don't you have long legs? You won't walk aside."
"Forget it, it is indeed a broken one. Both legs are useless. Tomorrow's riding and archery class will have to be absent again."
Rong Ting watched coldly, his face calm,
Not angry.
...
Just in time, the three princes passed by.
But he glanced at Rong Ting and Liu Xie, hesitated for a moment, but walked away.
Even if he is willing to befriend Rong Ting, Xie Shoufu and Liu Ge Lao, those two are the characters who can't be offended even more.
Comparing the two sides, he knew at a glance which side the scale was tilted to and whether he should help.
Liu Xie and the others thought that the third prince would stay behind to help Rong Ting, and seeing him leave in a hurry, for fear of being involved, they laughed sarcastically and walked away.
From a distance, their sarcastic laughter can still be heard.
Rong Ting raised his eyes and glanced in the direction where they disappeared, only one glance.
In front of him flashed many figures similar to Liu Xie and the other two.
In exchange for someone like the third prince.
Each has its own filth and ugliness.
His fingers holding the wheelchair were stretched white and white, and the end of his delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes silently climbed into a thick disgust and irritability.
Heart is getting colder.
Until his eyes fell on the moon-white jade pendant hanging from his waist, he finally chose not to make a sound.
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During lunch, the other students had their own small circles, two, three or three in pairs, but Rong Ting seemed to be deliberately separated, and everyone avoided him like the plague.
He sat alone at the table in the corner, and the food in front of him was still the same as it was a few days ago.
Rong Ting knew what was going on in his heart.
On the day Xu Shanqing came to see the Seventeenth Prince, in order to let people know that he treated his grandsons equally, he pretended to take a look at him.
Since that day, the atmosphere in the academy has changed.
From eating and living, to Liu Xie, who often came to him for trouble.
Unsatisfactory everywhere.
Probably the old fox didn't want him to stay in the Egret Academy anymore.
But these days are much better than when was a child...
What's more, she asked for his letter of recommendation from her father.
Even if the days are really bad and become like when he was a child, he will not disappoint her.
A familiar footstep sounded, and Rong Ting's expression moved slightly.
The young man raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He heard the familiar footsteps and turned his head to look back.
But saw a young master with a round body and an ordinary face, looking at him.
There was a look of disappointment on his face.
Obviously the footsteps are the same.
The gloomy eyes gradually became unpleasant.
...
But the little boy stepped up a bit and walked towards him, his face was as plain as it was strange, only one pair of eyes were as bright as stars, making people unable to move their eyes away.
Not only the sound of footsteps, but also the eyes.
Rong Ting's displeasure almost rose to the extreme.
similar to her...
He also fits.
He moved his phalanx, and there was an urge to grab the ugly thin neck in front of him.
Seeing that Rong Ting really didn't recognize her, the little girl smiled with an ordinary rough man's face.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he said in a very low voice, "It's me."
Rong Ting was stunned.
At this time, Jiang Ping came back with food for Jiang Rao and called Jiang Rao, "Little son."
Rong Ting frowned deeply.
Jiang Rao motioned Jiang Ping to put down the meal, and asked Jiang Ping and Huaiqing to go down to eat together.
There were footsteps of other scholars behind her, and she dared not speak.
Pulled over Rong Ting's hand, spread his fingers, and wrote on the palm of his hand.
Jiang Siye was careful, except for her cheeks and neck, she also painted a special yellow mud on the backs of her wrists and hands, which was almost the same color as her face, like a sallow yellow that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.
But her fingertips and palms were white, and the cardamom on her fingernails was washed clean, revealing the original lustrous pink.
Jiang Rao wrote word by word in Rong Ting's palm.
"My dad helped me dress up as a man"
"I am now his sickly dumb adopted son"
"My name is Jiang Youfu"
Rong Ting restrained the itch that spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, and asked her, "Can't talk?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
"Alright," he said.
Rong Ting retracted his hand, and his palm fell back under his sleeve, clenching it tightly, as if to keep the temperature.
Seeing Jiang Rao's gaze softened, it was a world apart from just now.
As if he was not the one who cursed the ugly in his heart just now.
Jiang Rao glanced at her own meal, and then at Rong Ting's meal, a little confused.
Anyway, she is a "boy" at the moment, it doesn't matter if the public pulls down and pulls Rong Ting's hand, Jiang Rao brings up Rong Ting's slumped hand again, and slowly writes a few words, "What are you doing? eat so littleβ
"That's all I have in the kitchen."
Rong Ting said calmly.
This time, he didn't take his hand back and spread it out directly on the table. He used to be a man who didn't talk much, but today he suddenly started talking.
Unusually, several questions were thrown in a row.
"How did you get into Egret Academy?"
"Is it brought in by your father?"
"Where did you find men's shirts that fit you?"
After he finished speaking, he waited for Jiang Rao to write on his hand.
When Jiang Rao heard someone behind him, he was too shy to speak, so he could only hold his hand and write and draw tirelessly.
But after writing a few words in his palm, she quit.
If you continue to toss, the food will be cold.
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During the meal, Jiang Rao stared at Rong Ting's meal, feeling more and more that something was wrong.
Although the meals of other scholars were not much better, they at least filled their stomachs. Unlike what was given to him, obviously not getting enough to eat.
She couldn't guess what happened for a while, and was afraid that dragging Rong Ting's hand to write and draw would delay his meal.
She frowned, and first put all the meat in her bowl into Rong Ting's bowl, wanting to ask later.
The tips of the chopsticks met another pair of chopsticks that were filling her bowl with meat.
When they raised their eyes, they looked at each other, and the two who were doing the same thing were equally stunned.
Jiang Rao froze for a while, looking at Rong Ting on the opposite side.
Unlike her bowl with several pieces of meat, in the bowl in front of him, the bottom of the soup is clear.
The only piece he wanted to give her was meat.
The young man's appearance is picturesque, his shoulders are broad and broad, and his body is like a bamboo, and he is beautiful and sassy.
Jiang Rao's heart trembled inexplicably.