Rong Ting in the dream.

Seeing that his daughter had specially asked for the letter to read, Fourth Master Jiang asked her, "Do you know who is writing this letter?"

The cruelty was done in such a way. The first time Jiang Fourth Master saw him, he frowned, "I sent someone out to look for it a few times, but I couldn't find such a person."

Jiang Rao shook his head.

The cruel and bloody man in the dream really regarded human life as a must, and took pleasure in torturing people, and he didn't know how many people's blood was on his hands, but unfortunately there was nowhere to escape in the dream, otherwise she would definitely avoid him.

But Rong Ting is not him anymore.

Besides, his leg injury has not healed, and he can't do it just by "standing in front of the court".

Seeing her shaking her head, Jiang Siye couldn't figure it out, "Maybe Liu Shi was locked up in the house for a long time, talking nonsense like crazy."

But Jiang Siye is not very relieved, "But when you go out, you should be more careful and take a good guard."

Jiang Rao nodded, she suddenly thought that she hadn't heard Rong Ting's movement for several days, and it was obvious that he would invite her to take a look when his mansion was completed.

In the summer, the weather is hot, she can't wear her fat little clothes, and her makeup is easy to wear, so she can't go to the academy.

But she knew that Mr. Yan was afraid that her father would not think about it, and insisted on letting her father do more, and insisted that her father continue to teach in the academy.

Her father knew everything in the academy.

She raised her eyes and asked, "Daddy, the ninth prince..."

She just said a word, but was interrupted by Jiang Siye, "That kid is very good."

Hearing his tone, Jiang Rao was very impatient, and she was keenly aware that something was different. She didn't say anything and her father said that Rong Ting was very good.

There is no silver here.

"Really?" Her voice was full of doubts.

"Of course it's true."

Fourth Master Jiang coughed heavily, "When did Dad lie to you?"

He didn't want to tell his daughter that Rong Ting had been on leave for the last few days because of his illness and had not gone to the academy.

If she told her, her daughter would definitely be anxious.

But he really didn't want to watch his daughter and the ninth prince get closer and closer.

He could agree to his daughter's request to help Rong Ting.

He was only afraid that his daughter would have affection for him.

Even if it doesn't exist now, as time goes by, who knows if there will be variables.

But a prince who grew up in the palace is by no means a good match for him to entrust his daughter with peace of mind.

Originally letting his daughter enter the academy, in addition to fulfilling her wish, he had other ideas.

Those young talents in the academy, what if there is a daughter who pleases the eye?

But he didn't expect that to this day, he couldn't wait for his daughter to get close to anyone other than the ninth prince.

Seeing that the days of Jiang Rao and Jian are getting closer and closer.

Fourth Master Jiang, who had not yet decided on the choice of his son-in-law, sighed heavily.

...

Although Jiang Rao left the study, she left Jiang's mansion, went out and stopped a carriage, and went to Rong Ting's mansion in the west of the city.

Although her father kept saying "won't lie to her".

But Jiang Rao heard something wrong from his tough tone.

She knew that her father was thinking about her reputation, and she was worried about her marriage recently, and she didn't want to see her and Rong Ting getting too close.

But she was always uneasy.

Although the matter of the uncle Jiang's family has been resolved, he will not let his momentary confused decision drag the whole family down into the abyss, but the scenes that Jiang Rao dreamed about in her dream were always a thorn in her heart, When the new emperor ascended the throne and the dust settled, she felt that she might have to worry about it all the time.

Let's look at her golden thighs instead.

If he can be fine, she, the little grasshopper on the same boat with him, will be fine too.

She didn't want to experience the pain of being separated from her family again.

...

Huai Qing was going out to sprinkle the dregs of medicine, when he saw a carriage approaching from a distance, he stopped to take a look.

A man in a huge cone hat came down from the carriage.

Short and slender, the black gauze on the cone hat covered his face.

He approached, and when he spoke, it was a woman's voice, "It's me."

Huai Qing was startled, "Four girls?"

Jiang Rao nodded.

Private visits to foreign men will ruin her reputation, but Jiang Youfu has been doing it for a long time, and Jiang Rao doesn't like being constrained by famous festivals. She is obviously clean, but because she is a girl, she can't go here, and she can't go there, which is very annoying. .

It is more convenient to change to a male identity.

She saw what was in Huai Qing's hand, and frowned slightly, "This medicine..."

"Master is sick."

There was a hint of shame on Huai Qing's face, "It was the servant's negligence. The day I just moved in, the master went to bed abnormally early, and the next day he had a fever, and it didn't get better for a few days."

Jiang Rao: I was really deceived by my father.

She paid a little attention to the days in Huai Qing's words.

The day Rong Ting moved to the mansion happened to be the day Liu's letter said that she was attacked at night.

He slept early and fell ill, and the young man with the cruel and cruel methods in the letter was even less likely to be him.

Huai Qing said: "The master gave birth to

I'm sick, I'm afraid that this disease will spread to others, the house has not seen guests these few days, so please come here. "

When Jiang Rao saw Liu Shi's letter, even though she told herself that today's Rong Ting and the future he were no longer the same person, but when she looked at what was written in the letter, she couldn't help thinking that he was murderous in her dream. The scene is somewhat uncomfortable.

But after hearing Huaiqing's words, his heart was inexplicably relieved.

Rong Ting is really different.

He was not sick in the dream.

When she got sick, her already bad temperament directly rotted through the core, tying her even tighter, perhaps sensing the idea of ​​her wanting to avoid, grabbing the hand on her wrist, not letting go for a moment, not allowing her to leave halfway. Step, the shade is like a lock that cannot be broken free.

Where and now are half points better?

"I'm fine." Jiang Rao said to Huaiqing, "You serve every day, don't you get sick? Come on, take me in."

Afraid that Huaiqing would stop him, she added, "Don't persuade me."

Huai Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Those words just now were taught by His Highness Ninth Highness, but His Highness Ninth Highness also said that if the Fourth Young Lady came, he would definitely find a way to stay for him.

The four girls were good-natured and kind-hearted. Before he could say anything, he took the initiative to stay.

Jiang Rao walked all the way in, looking at the surrounding vegetation from time to time.

"Why is it so deserted here?"

In exchange for the crown prince's mansion, it must be furnished in a more luxurious style.

Huaiqing followed behind Jiang Rao and replied, "The Empress said that the master has not yet reached the age to open the mansion. The monthly salary and expenses are still the same as those in the palace, and it will be better next year."

Jiang Rao understood, but didn't want to give it.

I thought that opening the palace and leaving the palace would make Rong Ting's life better.

But now it seems that it is no different from the Shouhuai Palace.

However, with the mansion, you can place staff and support soldiers, and you will no longer be controlled by others like before. Slowly, it will get better.

Walking through the Chaoshou Corridor, the rainwater accumulated in the corner of the yard, and the leaves fell on it. When the wind blew, it turned gently.

Clean and quaint like an old monk's monastery.

Jiang Rao looked around for a week, and finally stopped when she reached the window lattice.

Rong Ting watched her from behind the window for some time, with a slight smile on his face.

She didn't know why, she was clearly wearing men's things, and this time she was enduring the pain to corset her chest, instead of filling her stomach with cloth, pretending to be the little fat Jiang Youfu he knew, but he Wanting to recognize her, those long and narrow eyes had a slight curvature because of the full smile.

"Year by year."

Sure enough, she recognized her.

"How did you recognize me?" Jiang Rao grumbled and took off his conical hat, revealing his face.

She stood in the sun, although this time in men's clothing, she didn't have any makeup on her face, with a natural light pink on her cheeks.

The charming little girl was wearing a blue-blue men's clothing and looked a bit nondescript.

Ke Rong Ting thought it was beautiful.

Make him think uncontrollably about how she looks in his clothes.

"Footsteps."

He said.

Seeing a blush on his face, Jiang Rao couldn't help thinking of his illness, and reached out to probe his forehead, "Did you catch a cold, or something else? Why haven't you seen him yet?"

Rong Ting pretended to cough. ? "It's not a serious illness, it's because it was too cold the day we moved in, so I caught the cold."

The Liu family has been looking for someone to find out who he is. Later, Jiang Siye was also investigating. He had the ability to hide, but he was too lazy to deal with it.

He mentioned "the day we moved in" again, and Jiang Rao thought of the Liu family's attack again. Although she knew that this matter must have nothing to do with Rong Ting, she couldn't help but remind him.

"My aunt was locked up nearby. One night, a thief who didn't seek money or sex and only killed her came into the house, and she almost died."

"Yes?"

Rong Ting's eyes flashed with needles, but he quickly returned to normal, tilted his head, and looked like he was listening very seriously.

Jiang Rao described the few lines in Liu's letter, and mentioned it with just a few words.

She looked at Rong Ting, looked at his pale and sickly appearance, and suddenly became a little worried, "You should also be careful, don't let him stare at him."

Huai Qing felt a little trembling in his heart after hearing Jiang Rao's words, but when he thought of Si Ying's fate, he was not so afraid.

With a master there, he would not be afraid.

But his master's eyes trembled. The amber pupils are like water in a lake, smashed by the thrown stones. It seemed that he finally couldn't help the fear in his heart, and the expression on his face changed, "It's terrible."

Huai Qing: "..."

He was afraid again.

Was it too scary what she said? Jiang Rao said again: "Maybe that is my aunt's enemy, don't be too afraid, I will leave a guard to protect you."

Rong Ting lowered his eyelids, very obedient, nodded, and said "um".

Jiang Rao couldn't control his hands, and always wanted to rub his head.

Today, she can't help holding him and the man in her dream

Compare.

That dream had haunted her for too long, and it almost made her have a knot in her heart.

At first, he wanted her life, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped killing her, and instead stayed by his side and tortured him.

But she didn't even want to find out about her family. She couldn't even hear any movement outside. She lived a depressed and uncomfortable life, and she never had a smile on her face.

Occasionally, a man will tell her some outside stories when he is kind.

He treated her like a bird.

Seeing that the little bird was so unhappy and depressed that he was dying, he mercifully teased it, and coaxed him to keep it alive for him to play and relieve his boredom.

But the stories he told were true... dull and uninteresting.

The storytellers are always aloof and frosty.

She didn't want to hear it, and she couldn't escape. It would be good to be alive, and she would be picky about this and that.He listened honestly, and occasionally forced a smile to support him, only to see a slightly satisfied look on his face.

But now, this young man is obedient and obedient.

There is nothing like the monstrous and eccentric man in the dream.

She seemed to be able to completely separate the two of them.

That's a dream.

It was him in front of him.