Empress Jiahe said extremely aggrieved: "Xiaojiu was raised by a concubine, and the concubine naturally knew that he was a good boy, and he never said anything bad about him. Love is only deep and responsible, and the concubine is afraid that he will go the wrong way. It's always been so strict."

Emperor Zhaowu raised his brows slightly, but said sharply, "The Empress should pay more attention to her words and deeds."

At the palace banquet, all the concubines were present.

In the eyes of everyone, Jiahe Empress couldn't hold back her face very much, but no matter how much anger, there was no way to go out to the emperor, so she bowed her head and admitted her mistake, "It's the fault of the courtier and concubine."

After returning to Jinxiu Palace, she clenched her fists in resentment.

The academy was resting, the seventeenth prince was teasing the parrot by the window, and Empress Jiahe glanced at it and muttered in a low voice angrily, "It's useless."

The seventeenth prince withdrew his hand, and a bit of timid depression flashed in his lowered eyes.

Empress Jiahe didn't even have the mood to train him today, so she lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.

She didn't care when her former father reminded her not to raise tigers.

Although he was dissatisfied with Rong Ting's entry into the Egret Academy, how much waves could a cripple be able to make?

But if Yun Guifei and Rong Ting formed an alliance, it would be a little troublesome.

Empress Jiahe thought of Rong Ting for a while, and then of Concubine Yun Gui, and her heart became more and more blocked.

Rong Ting in the Egret Academy was indeed more reassuring than seeing her under her nose.

Today's matter, if the Egret Academy was not far away and the news came back slowly, she would not have lost face in front of Emperor Zhaowu, making Qin Yun a good joke.

Empress Jiahe thought resentfully that it was time to find a way to let Rong Ting leave Bailu Academy.

"Where's the Ninth Prince?"

The maid replied: "Although it's the holiday, the ninth prince stayed in the academy to transcribe the isolated copy and did not return to the palace."

After Zirong Ting entered the Egret Academy, he hardly ever returned to the palace.

Empress Jiahe frowned.

"It's really unpleasant to change."

Empress Jiahe sneered, "Bengong won't make him happy either."

She suddenly remembered many years ago.

It is the end of the year, and the palace is full of lanterns.

She was pregnant with Little Seventeen, hugged the heater, and watched the snow scene from the high-rise building.

A staggering figure appeared at the end of the snow-covered palace road.

The figure was quickly smashed to the ground by the snow mass.

It was the young Rong Ting who was chased and thrown snowballs by the children of the palace concubines who were not on good terms with her.

The child is weak, unable to run smoothly, and outnumbered, standing up again and again, and being knocked down again and again.

I couldn't get up until I climbed, lying on the ground and shouting "Queen Mother", looking cold and pitiful.

But she laughed.

That was the first time she was so happy after raising this child of low bloodline and hated her to the extreme against her will.

At that time, the child's biological mother was favored, and she was suffering from a serious illness.

However, Emperor Zhaowu was hooked by the beauty and means of the fox spirit, and he was addicted to the beauty town and ignored her.

But what about the end?

Her child is not helpless, falling into her palm.

...

Empress Jiahe's eyes filled with joy because of her memories, and she instructed the maid, "In a few days, for the exam on the hunting ground, find a way to let the ninth prince go."

For the final acceptance test of the hunting class, the Egret Academy will be located on the hunting grounds on the outskirts of the city every year.

People can come to watch, to show justice.

Empress Jiahe said softly, but her face seemed to be sneering, "Train his temperament."

Let him look at the high-spiritedness of others, and look at his current disability.

It's better to show his anger and madness in public and let others see how mad he is.

...

that year.

In the snow, the little boy's figure finally stood up tremblingly, hiding from those behind him who were pouring snowballs into his neck, his fingers smashed and bleeding, and he desperately knocked on the door.

He knew his mother was inside.

The red door was closed from beginning to end.

The two worlds, one cold and one warm, are isolated, and they fit together tightly.

...

Inside the study.

The young man came to the table, sat upright, and dangled his wrists while copying the classics.

He flexed his fingers to hold the pen, and there was a pale white wound mark on the end of the condyle of the index finger of his right hand.

Jiang Rao sat on the opposite side of Rong Ting with the mask that her father drew for her.

She got permission from Yan Nanxun to go everywhere in the academy, and the book boy in the study no longer dared to stop her, so she let go.

When he entered the study, he wanted to help him transcribe the isolated copy, but Rong Ting refused.

"These classics are all isolated copies. There are some missing words and sentences, so I have to circle them, and then proofread them with my husband. It's quite complicated.

The characters on the ancient books are remote and rare, and with her little strength, her wrists will hurt after a while.

But he didn't want her out of his sight.

"Just turn the pages for me."

Jiang Rao nodded.

But think...

His habit is exactly the same as he was in the initial dream.

In the dream, when he was reading a book, he would always assign her to the side and turn it page by page.

And he doesn't

She moved a finger and propped her head up, saying that she was reading a book, rather she was monitoring whether she was turning the pages of the book properly.

At that time, she was afraid that she would anger him if she was not careful, and that her head would be chopped off like others. The strings in her heart were tense, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

At this moment, he dared to stare at his writing hand recklessly.

Jiang Jinxing peered out from under the window, "Brother, righteous brother."

He finally realized his dream of having a brother, although it was not the same as the tall and burly brother he thought would fight, but instead he wanted to take Jiang Rao out for a walk.

"In a few days, I want to take a horseback archery exam. Daddy won't let me go, saying I'm just making fun of it."

He looked at Jiang Rao with watery puppy eyes, Jiang Rao was softened by his stare, "I'll accompany you then."

Huai Qing came back from the outside at this time, "Your Highness Ninth, the notice for going to the shooting range for the exam in a few days has been posted, and the notice says that everyone must go."

Huai Qing glanced at Rong Ting's leg worriedly, "Do you want a servant to reject it to His Highness the Ninth Highness?"

Rong Tinghuan told him two days ago that there is no harm in not going to such a useless activity.

He just asked one more question out of caution.

In fact, had already made a plan in heart. After got the permission from Rong Ting, would go to the two gentlemen who taught the two lessons of riding and shooting, and refused to go to the riding and shooting range.

"No need to refuse."

The deep voice seemed to have been carefully thought out.

Once again, Huai Qing couldn't understand the operation of his master.

How do you change your mind and change your mind?

...

On the day of the riding and archery exam, carriages were waiting outside the Egret Academy.

Jiang Jinxing recently learned to ride a horse, and Jiang Rao gave him a red-blooded foal, which he rode freshly on the road when the light of day dawned.

He rode alone, and was followed by more than a dozen servants of the Jiang family to keep him safe.

Outside the academy, the coachman who was waiting to escort Jiang Rao checked the carriage and horse, but suddenly wiped away sweat.

Jiang Rao had to wait for her father to fix Jiang Youfu's makeup before going out. The pace was a little slower. When she left the academy, there were not many carriages left.

The coachman said anxiously, "Young master, my car has a broken shaft. It will take me at least half an hour to repair it, but by then, I'm afraid it will be too late to ride the shooting range again."

The coachman suggested: "If you don't, don't go."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Jiang Rao's eyes.

She promised her brother would go, but now he has left, if she doesn't go.

The younger brother must think that Jiang Youfu is not a good brother.

I was thinking about going back to Ning

Amber House looked for a carriage, and a graceful and smiling young man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What trouble did you encounter, little boy?"

Yu Yinxue originally thought that the adopted son that Jiang Siye recognized in the countryside was not on the table at the last birthday banquet, and he had never seen anyone else.

Compared to this adopted son, he wanted to please the real young son of the Jiang family.

But Jiang Jinxing threw a whip as soon as he saw him, and he would throw it when he saw him, but he didn't dare to offend him.

However, he often saw pictures of Jiang Jinxing being very close to this adopted son, and he could also see that Mr. Yan and Fourth Master Jiang treated this adopted son well.

Since that righteous child converts a bit of weight...

Yu Yinxue used a crooked brain.

Like him, the adopted son was born from a bad background, so it might be easier to please.

But Jiang Youfu always avoided him, giving him no chance to approach him at all.

Fortunately, today, he created an opportunity for himself.

Yu Yinxue looked at the coachman with guilt on his face, the plan was only right, and said, "Is there a problem with the coach?"

The carriage and chariot were damaged by someone he appointed, when the coachman was not prepared.

Speaking of this matter, would like to thank Rong Ting. It was he who pointed it out to him yesterday, and he recognized the carriage of the Jiang family.

He invited Jiang Rao, "Why don't you go with me in a carriage."

Jiang Rao listened to the tone of Yu Yinxue's warm invitation, but there were eight words in her head, opportunistic and rambunctious.

She shook her head heavily.

Even if Yu Yinxue had no problem with her conduct, she would not get on Yu Yinxue's carriage.

Even as a man now, she couldn't easily get on a stranger's carriage.

Then a horse neighed.

A carriage stopped here, and after the curtain was opened, a picturesque face was revealed.

"Senior brother, Young Master Jiang."

Rong Ting said in surprise: "Why can't you change?"

He was dressed in white, as gentle as water, "Why don't you get into my carriage?"

Jiang Rao boarded it as if he had found a savior.

Rong Ting leaned over and gave her a hand.

The other hand was raised, covering the top of her head.

Yu Yinxue hit the wall one after another and felt a little unhappy, but thinking that Rong Ting had just asked if they wanted to get on his carriage, he suddenly had a little more affection for this little junior brother.

Even if he couldn't get along with the adopted son of the Jiang family smoothly as he wished, and get closer, the three of them together would not be a bad idea.

Yu Yinxue followed Jiang Raozhi and wanted to board the carriage.

But when opened the door, saw that there was a seat inside.

After the two of them, there is no free seat.

All vacant spaces are used for wheelchairs.

Yu Yinxue: "..."

Rong Ting looked at him apologetically, "Senior brother, it's my fault that my carriage is too small to squeeze more people."

Jiang Rao also looked at Yu Yinxue.

The eyes are moist and clear.

Pupils seem to be written in big words to chase people: go quickly

Rong Ting: "In the carriage where Huai Qing and Shutong are in, there is a vacant seat."

Yu Yinxue suddenly choked.

What's the use of cramming in a carriage with those eunuch servants.

"I'll ride in my own carriage." He walked away.

...

On the other end, Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan, looked at the direction of Rong Ting's carriage, with cool disdain in their voices.

"The two are disabled, but the relationship is better."

"I am disabled and can play with him. I don't know what use he is in a wheelchair on the hunting ground."

"If a horse steps on him, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape."

The two laughed.

...

The carriage turned slowly, and Jiang Rao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked out the window worriedly.

"My carriage, how can I say it is broken?"

When she was in Yecheng, the horse her father was riding also suddenly became mad.

To this day, she has not been able to know who the real murderer is from her father's mouth.

Rong Ting lowered his eyelids and leaned against the wall of the car, looking casual and lazy.

He seemed to be unintentional, and said casually, "Senior brother Yu asked me yesterday which carriage is the carriage of Ning An Bo's house."

"Is it him?"

Jiang Rao muttered, but Rong Ting raised his eyes, he frowned, and coughed emotionally.

The carriage drove very smoothly on the flat road.

"If it's him, it's all my fault."

Sheng Xue's white clothes made him more sick and weak, and he frowned and looked sad, like a sick beauty who was about to cough out his heart, covering his face with his sleeves, coughing non-stop.

Jiang Rao was worried for a while, "Why should I blame you?"