The lighting in the courtyard is not good, and there are more than a dozen palace lanterns hung up, and the lights are bright at night, so it will not be too deserted.

The wet moss on the wall, found someone who can take care of it to clean up, put on some bonsai, or plant some other plants, which can make the scenery in the yard look better and add a little vitality.

She hurried into the study just now to hide, and only after she came out did she realize that there was something missing there, adding a few paintings, the four walls would not be so empty.

But how can get these to him?

Jiang Rao frowned, thought for a while, then quickly stretched her brows and came up with an idea.

"Your Highness Ninth."

She raised her hand and stroked the bead hairpin on top of her head with her soft fingers. The tassels and the broken jade collided with a clanging sound, and asked softly, "Can you... make another hairpin for me?"

Let him help her make a hairpin, and she has reason to return the gift.

Her voice was soft, her eyes were clear and moist, and she was clearly dressed in simple and monotonous men's clothes with a collar, but the irreconcilable contrast made her face even more charming and charming.

"Don't have patterns, and don't be too complicated. It's simple, you can do it."

Delicate and soft but not willful little beauty, with soft eyebrows and soft eyes, soft voice, coquettish, excellent sense of proportion.

Obviously there is no threatening tone at all, but if you really answer that sentence, gentleness is also a knife.

It was as if a fire had ignited in the hearts of people's hearts, making people's bones brittle.

The person who set the fire didn't know it, and the eyes of the person in front of him suddenly darkened. In exchange for thinking that he didn't want to give it away, he was anxious, and the force of acting like a spoiled child in front of her father really came out. He tugged at his sleeve, his voice soft like a cat yawning, "Brother Ting, I want it."

Rong Ting squeezed his fist and pressed it on the armrest of the wheelchair, his jaw line tightened, suppressing the evil fire in his heart, turned his face away and nodded.

Jiang Rao got what she wanted, smiled brightly, and raised the corners of her lips lightly.

That night, the water in the medicated bath of His Highness Ninth Highness changed from hot to cold.

Fire down.

...

When Jiang Rao stepped out of the mansion, it was already evening, and there was a faint golden thread on the horizon. She glanced around. Although this mansion was remote, it was quiet enough, the scenery was good, and there were not so many people coming and going. The city is so noisy and prosperous, and the house has been repaired well. It is comfortable to live here, suitable for recuperation.

When Rong Ting sent her out, he said with a slight cough, "Will you come tomorrow?"

not tomorrow. "

Jiang Rao's eyes dimmed instantly when she saw him, she bent her lips and smiled, "After ten days, I'll come back to get the hairpin."

If she came tomorrow, she was afraid that he would help her make hairpins because he was ill.

Only ten days later should be just right, and she also has time to manage what she wants to arrange.

"By then, your illness will be better."

Rong Ting nodded, "I'll wait for you."

"Yeah." Jiang Rao looked away and stepped into the carriage.

After she got into the carriage, Rong Ting's eyes were warm and absent, and he said to Huai Qing indifferently, "Go to the dungeon."

Huai Qing watched Rong Ting go in, and after a while, he heard shrill screams coming from inside, and his face turned pale for a while.

In the dungeon are the eyeliners that Changxing and Wu Qiao captured that day.

Several times he thought the eyeliner was dead, but every time he heard Rong Ting asking him to send him water and food, he didn't give too much, just enough to survive, let the eyeliner live with a sigh of relief, until he was willing to confess. It was the day when Empress Jiahe sent him, I am afraid that he would not be able to die, and he would not be able to live happily enough.

Compared with the person that the fourth girl just said that her aunt had met, this method is obviously better than that.

Huai Qing couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of the ten days later, and only when Jiang Rao was around would he feel that the master he was serving was a humane fellow.

...

Ming Shao had been waiting in the car, and when she saw Jiang Rao came back, she muttered, "Miss, you're back, I'm worried about what happened to you."

Jiang Rao wears a cone hat when she travels because she doesn't want people to recognize her. Originally, she didn't want to bring Ming Shao, because she was afraid that those who knew Ming Shao was her personal maid would recognize her when they saw Ming Shao.

But among the maids beside her, Ming Shao had the strictest and most caring mouth. Jiang Rao finally brought her, but didn't let her follow her closely.

Jiang Rao got into the carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and responded lazily, "Didn't I come out?"

She asked Ming Shao, "The seventeenth prince came here just now, have you heard anything?"

Ming Shao said, "The carriage was parked far away, and the slaves didn't see anything, but not long after the time passed, I heard the neighing of the horses."

Since they stopped far away, the seventeenth prince should not have seen their carriage. Jiang Rao was a little relieved, and ordered the driver to set off for the lamp square and flower shop in the city.

Ming Shao asked curiously, "Girl, what are you doing there?"

Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, "His Royal Highness Ninth gave me a new hairpin, I will return the gift."

Ming Shao has been with Jiang Rao for too long.

Knowing that, she was lying beside the window lattice, and looked at the mansion of the ninth prince, which was gradually away. The steps were covered with fallen leaves, and it looked a little desolate. She seemed to have guessed something, and raised her eyes to look at Jiang Rao.

Jiang Raozheng sighed and traced the cloud pattern on the carriage with his fingers, feeling a little annoyed, "A layman of me can see that this house is built wrong.

Seeing that Ming Shao stopped talking, Jiang Rao raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

Ming Shao said faintly, "Just marry you. It's up to you to repair this house. You can make it whatever you want."

Otherwise, the girl's level of worry would be unreasonable not to be the mistress of the house.

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, then reacted, raised her hand and scratched Ming Shao, "Okay, it's because of me that I'm too much for you, I actually told you to learn to make fun of me."

Ming Shao smiled and avoided, and the two master and servant made trouble.

When the trouble was enough, Jiang Rao panted slightly, her cheeks turning red.

She explained to Ming Shao seriously, and seemed to tell herself, "Don't get me wrong, I'm helping him for the sake of the entire Ning'an Mansion."

Ming Shao asked her in a low voice, "Has the girl never planned anything for her marriage?"

Jiang Rao: "..."

She hadn't really thought about it.

In her temperament, she said that she was deviant, and she valued reputation a little, and didn't want to embarrass her family; but if it was said that she valued reputation, she was not so disciplined.

If you marry into a family with strict etiquette, and someone who is not from her husband's family will be short-lived by her anger, she must first deduct a lifetime.

Hurt self and others.

Besides, when the new emperor ascends the throne, it is not certain whether her family can escape the scourge of exile.

In the face of life and death, all things are trivial matters, including marriage.

She really didn't want to waste her brain thinking about it, the daily accounts of the three shops and those banquets were enough.

Seeing that she was not enlightened, Ming Shao didn't say anything more, but just reminded Jiang Rao, "Miss, you don't care, but the fourth master is very concerned, and looks at you everywhere."

Jiang Rao laughed, and said casually but firmly: "If I don't want to marry, my father won't force me."

The carriage drove forward, Jiang Rao leaned against the wall of the carriage and took a short nap.

She had a dream for a while.

It was late at night in the dream, but there was the residual sound of gongs and drums.

On the windows, on the ground, on the beams in the room, wherever the eyes can see, there are festive and dazzling red everywhere.

The woman on the wedding bed was covered with a red hijab.

The woman's slender waist is foldable, and she wears a wedding dress with complicated workmanship.

It is also exquisite. The mandarin duck and pomegranate are embroidered with thin red thread on the edge of the sleeve corner. The thread is embroidered in several layers, which is better than any bride's wedding dress that Jiang Rao has seen before.

This bride is also much more courageous than the bride she has only seen before.

Others are afraid that they will be nervously twisting the handkerchief with their hands, but her head is drooping, and she is about to fall asleep on such a big day.

This is more unruly than her change.

Jiang Rao eagerly wanted to see the bride's face.

No matter who it is, when going to a wedding banquet, isn't it the bride who wants to see the most?

Someone came in and raised his hand to catch the bride's chin that was lowered little by little.

He whispered something in the ear of the bride, his back could hardly hide his arrogance and extravagance, kneading the bride's earlobe, and his movements were inexplicably reckless, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear what he whispered to the bride, only looking at The bride woke up instantly.

The man's back is tall and straight, with red wedding clothes on his body, wide sleeves, dark python golden threads, supported by his tall and tall figure, very imposing.

It's the groom.

After waking up the bride, he used Yu Ruyi to lift her hijab.

Jiang Rao saw the bride's face.

There were no other thoughts in mind, and was completely stunned.

"Girl, wake up, Sweet Water Lane is here."

The carriage stopped outside the Tianshui Lane in the Huasi Jiufang all over the street. Ming Shaohuang woke up Jiang Rao, but when Jiang Rao woke up, she had a sad face, "I had a nightmare."

Who would have thought that the person wearing the phoenix crown in the dream turned out to be her.

Ming Shao comforted her, "It's just a dream, don't think about it, girl."

Jiang Rao lowered her head and did not respond.

She desperately wanted to see if the bride was looking good, but she saw her own face.

There is no one she wants to marry now.

Almost all the best young talents in Jinling are in Bailu Academy, and she almost recognizes them all. But no matter who it is, let alone marrying, she feels strange at the thought of going to touch them in the future.

The makeup on the wedding day was so beautiful, she couldn't even see how old she was in her dream, and she couldn't see who the person with whom she married her, so she felt very uncomfortable.

She propped her cheeks and waited in the carriage.

Just now, she instructed Ming Shao to go to the flower shop and the lamp shop to order bonsai and lanterns, and let the shop do it and send them directly to Rong Ting's mansion.

After waiting for Ming Shao to come back, she asked her unhappily, "You said earlier that my father was helping me see the marriage, so have you ever heard of his favorite candidates?"

Ming Shao shook her head after hearing her question.

she just listens

When some maids in the house were chatting, they said that the fourth master was worrying about the girl's marriage. Those maids were curious about who the future uncle was, but no one knew. Ming Shao didn't know who Jiang Siye was most satisfied with right now.

"The slave will help you find out in the future."

Seeing Jiang Rao's depression, she spoke out to comfort her, "The girl is already lucky enough, the fourth master is willing to listen to your opinion, any girl from another family in Jinling is not only her parents' life, the matchmaker only speaks, no one asks them if they are willing or not, they are covered Get married with a hijab."

Jiang Rao naturally knew this in her heart. She always felt that her marriage was up to her, but the dream just now didn't have antecedents.

Could it be the marriage she nods herself willingly?

But she didn't see how happy and sweet she was when she opened her hijab.

Ming Shao said, "Miss, don't worry too much. Fourth Master's vision is not wrong."

Jiang Rao's brows were filled with unresolved sadness.

...

After Jiang Rao returned to the mansion, she changed into men's clothes. The more she thought about the dream, the more uneasy she felt. Carrying a silk lamp, she went to Fourth Master Jiang's study.

At the corner of the pavilion, her footsteps stopped abruptly.

Pei Songyu, who was walking from the other side, also stopped.

Fourth Master Jiang was sending Pei Songyu out of the house. Seeing Jiang Rao coming, he introduced to Pei Songyu with a smile, "Your cousin."

Pei Songyu smiled warmly, "I've seen it once."

Seeing Pei Songyu's figure, Jiang Rao didn't look like the person in her dream, so she let go of her vigilance and gave him a generous gift.

Pei Songyu also nodded towards her.

Seeing that they were far apart, and there seemed to be a distance of four or five people in the middle, Jiang Siye frowned and shook his head, and said to them, "Actually, when you were young, you had met several times, I don't know if you changed your mind. do not remember?"

Just as Pei Songyu was about to speak, Jiang Rao said first: "It's been so many years, I can't remember it for a long time."

Seeing that she couldn't remember what she said first, Pei Songyu didn't mention it any more. He turned around and said to Fourth Master Jiang, "Excuse me, Fourth Master to send it here, this junior will leave first."

Jiang Rao waited for Pei Songyu's figure to disappear behind the moon gate, and when she turned around, she saw that Fourth Master Jiang's gaze was still in the direction where Pei Songyu disappeared, and her slender fingers nervously grabbed her father's sleeve, "Father."

"It's said that the daughter who got married throws out the water."

She asked anxiously, "Daddy didn't want to splash me with this basin of water, did he?"