The accompanying palace servant got off the carriage and went to the shop next to him to ask questions. After returning, he whispered a few words to the seventeenth prince.

The seventeenth prince's eyes were inch by inch, and the coldness was entangled.

...

Before Jiang Rao came, she borrowed the small kitchen in the Shuxiang Palace of Concubine Yungui and simmered a cup of ginseng and angelica pigeon soup. It was a medicinal recipe from the imperial doctor, suitable for nourishing people who were just recovering from the cold.

The white porcelain stewing pot was opened, and the hot air came out. Jiang Rao wanted to put the spoon into Rong Ting's hand, but his right hand was injured. Gently shove it into his left hand.

His hands were far less beautiful than his face. They were hands that had suffered a lot. Although the bones were very good, and the fingers were slender and straight, there were too many scars on the palms, and the calluses covered the blood, and the thickest calluses were on the tiger's mouth.

This is strange to Jiang Rao. She saw those calluses just now when she was dressing his wound.

A person who has been absent for a whole year due to injury and has no chance to practice martial arts, will he have such thick calluses on the palm of his hand?

Even if it is the calluses left by the archery, the hand holding the bow when he shoots the arrow is the left hand, and the calluses will not fall on the right hand.

But at that time, Rong Ting's fingers quickly clenched into fists because of the pain. She didn't have time to take a closer look. A girl who had never practiced martial arts could not understand these things.

Rong Ting's left hand trembled when he picked up the spoon, Jiang Rao sighed when he saw this.

She took the spoon back again, "I'll do it."

If this injury was on someone else's hand, it wouldn't make people feel so pitiful, but she didn't know how he looked. He always had a sullen and alienated face in normal times, but when he stared at you, he was so beautiful. A little light will gather in the eyes, like stars melted into a lake, like the kind of child who is in pain but doesn't say a word, making people feel sad for no reason.

Jiang Rao quickly forgot about the calluses and fed him the ginseng soup.

Ming Shao, who was guarding outside the house, glanced into the house through the gap in the curtain, and saw that her girl treated Rong Ting as good as her own brother, she frowned and sighed.

Like a brother, but not a brother.

If this scene is seen by others, the girl's reputation will be ruined. If it goes on like this, even if a good marriage comes to you in the future, knowing that the girl and the Ninth Highness are so close, misunderstanding that the girl is not polite, it will definitely be a bad thing.

Ming Shao stared at the door of the house like a god, lest an uninvited guest suddenly barge in, after a while, she made a sound of displeasure and said to Huai Qing beside her: "Father-in-law, this servant takes the liberty to say a word. "

Huai Qing looked at her.

"You are serving the Ninth Highness, so be careful, don't let him get sick today and tomorrow." Ming Shao fought Jiang Rao's injustice, "If he is sick, the girl will always worry about it, so when you go to visit your aunt, you have to keep that in mind. With him, both sides are not good, so why bother."

Huai Qing just sighed.

He had no choice but to persuade, "Go back and persuade Miss Jiu to be more cruel."

His Royal Highness was really not so weak. The days when he said that he was sick was no different from normal. He just asked him to release the news that he was sick. It seemed that he was not sick. When he is really sick.

There was no shortage of things in the mansion. The people at the Ministry of Internal Affairs used to judge the situation. Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu paid more and more attention to his ninth sons, he no longer dared to blatantly neglect, and gave things according to the proportion. Silk, silk and silver coins, plaques with flowers and plants in the mansion, and then the palace lanterns in the corners of the house, all the decorations in the house are all available and arranged.

Compared to when he was just assigned from the Jingshi Room to Shouhuai Palace, the ninth highness was misunderstood and ran on. Today is different.

But the things sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs were taken by the Ninth Highness and pawned at the pawnshop. After they were exchanged for silver taels, the craftsmen were asked to carve out a dark room, and they added a monthly salary to the servants in the house. Killing two birds with one stone not only stabilized the hearts of the palace servants who were dissatisfied because the mansion they moved out of was too remote, but also made it appear that he was living a miserable life.

As soon as got to the four girls, couldn't hold shoulders or lift hands, and couldn't help but feel weak, as if stepping into the yellow spring in the next step.

It's really cunning and tricky.

If he hadn't heard the screams of the eyeliner imprisoned in the dark room of the mansion, and only looked at the pale and sick appearance at the bottom of the ninth hall, he would have believed it and felt that he was recovering from a serious illness.

Who told God to reward him with a good face.

Huai Qing said it seriously.

He really felt that the faults of His Highness the Ninth Highness were caused by the Fourth Young Lady.

Ming Shao rolled his eyes at him, "My girl's heart should be soft or soft, and hard or hard. What's wrong with her."

Huai Qing's statement, to her ears, is completely shirk responsibility. She let him take good care of his master, but he in turn provoked trouble with her girl.

Ming Shao hummed angrily.

Huai Qing spread his hands helplessly.

...

When Rong Ting left the grain store, Ming Shao opened the curtain and went in.

Jiang Rao was holding a makeup box in her hand and looking at it carefully.

The last time asked Rong Ting to help her make a hairpin, he was obedient, and the hairpin was very simple and concise.

But this makeup box was deliberately used, and she couldn't tell whether it was made by him or bought by him.

The wooden carved white jade makeup box is very valuable at first glance, but there is only a small hairpin in it.

Although she hadn't read the accounts in his mansion, she sometimes had nothing to do after finishing the accounts in the shop, and she also worked on the abacus, and roughly calculated that this makeup box should not make it difficult for him to buy it.

Jiang Rao did not hesitate, and generously took down the makeup box and the hairpin.

Rong Ting is now living a smooth life. Although it is due to his own skills in archery and strategy, she also has a small contribution. Jiang Rao doesn't mind putting gold on her face, and she receives gifts with peace of mind.

After Rong Ting left, she held the small makeup box and touched it.

The small makeup box seems to have been dried in the sun, and the osmanthus has been dried in it. After opening, there is a pleasant aroma of osmanthus.

She opened and closed, looked inside and looked outside, and after a few cups of tea, she didn't stop.

Ming Shao came over and saw Jiang Rao with a smile on her lips, playing with the makeup box, she couldn't help but let out a sigh in her heart.

Originally thinking that the ninth prince was gone, the girl would not think about him anymore.

Who would have thought that the other person was gone, but left behind a beautiful makeup case.

Ming Shao is close to serving, and she knows Jiang Rao's preferences the most. This kind of delicate, small and beautiful things are most liked by girls. When they go back, they may have to be placed on the dressing table. They are facing each other when dressing every day. Every time see it, think of the person who gave the gift.

Ming Shao had a headache for a while. The fourth master and his wife just came to her two days ago and told her to be optimistic about the girl.

Not to mention that the fourth master and his wife did not want their daughter to marry the crown prince, even if she was a maid, she did not want to see the girl she served ended up marrying a handicapped person, and always felt wronged for the girl.

Ming Shao stepped forward, took off the makeup box in Jiang Rao's hand, put it aside, and said to Jiang Rao: "Girl, I heard that new jewelry has been added to the Minhe Tower, it's not dark at the moment. , shall we go take a look?"

Add some new things, lest the girl always look at this from the ninth prince.

Thinking that her aunt's birthday was approaching, it was time to back up the generous gift seriously, Jiang Rao nodded, asked the shopkeeper of the grain shop to ask for last month's account books, and asked Ming Shao to accompany her to Wenhe Tower.

...

The seventeenth prince's carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley.

There are many shops along the Qinhuai River, and the traffic is dense.

The carriage of the seventeenth prince was hidden among the other dozen carriages, and

not obvious.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the backyard of the grain store.

Until the two Zhu Sects were pushed open and Rong Ting and Huai Qing came out, the seventeenth prince's eyes immediately became sharp.

At this moment, Rong Ting's eyes swept over to him without a trace.

The seventeenth prince hurriedly shrank his head vigilantly. After confirming that Rong Ting did not see him, he breathed a sigh of relief and stuck his head out again.

He kept waiting until Jiang Rao also came out of the grain store. He took a closer look and confirmed that he was not mistaken, and a faint joy was born in his heart.

In this Jinling City, under the root of the imperial city, the etiquette is especially strict.

Men and women who haven't talked about marriage have private contacts, but it's a scandal.

If this matter is exposed, Rong Ting's reputation will be over.

only one point

"Is that really the daughter of Fourth Master Jiang?"

The entourage nodded, "It's the daughter of the fourth master Jiang's family, Jiang Rao. She looks good to a villain."

The seventeenth prince frowned angrily.

A few days ago, all of Jinling were discussing what happened in Ning Anbo's mansion.

Jiang Siye has a long-standing reputation in calligraphy and painting, but his reputation was really bad when he was young.

Everyone knew that he had a deep relationship with his eldest brother, but no one thought that it was only because his eldest brother had concealed the fact that his daughter was almost abducted many years ago, and the fourth grandfather Jiang had reached middle age, in exchange for turning against his eldest brother.

It shows how much he loves his daughter.

If this matter is exposed, the reputation of the woman will be the one that will suffer the most compared to the man. If Jiang Rao wanted to save face, she could only marry the person who ruined her reputation.

The seventeenth prince suddenly felt very depressed. He finally caught a handle on Rong Ting and thought he could breathe a sigh of relief. But if he was holding on to it, it would be as if he had arranged a good marriage for his ninth brother.

After he returned to the palace, he was also gloomy. After listening to him, Empress Jiahe said coldly, "Don't tell me about this first."

"Jiang Xingchuan is over, Jiang Xingzhou will be the one who speaks in Ning Anbo's mansion in the future, if the disabled married Jiang Xingzhou's daughter..."

When Empress Jiahe thought about the arrogance and pride of Concubine Yun Gui after the accident in Ning Anbo Mansion, she felt a bit stuck in her throat.

An Uncle Ning'an's mansion can't be converted into anything, but if Uncle Ning'an's mansion and the Qin family join forces to support Rong Ting, even if her father has secretly recruited troops and cultivated power over the years, he might not be able to resist.

The only thing that gave her some comfort was that Rong Ting was a disabled person, and no matter how powerful the forces behind him were, Emperor Zhaowu would not choose a disabled son to inherit the throne.

But even if Rong Ting couldn't become emperor, but she was full of wings, she would have trouble sleeping and eating.

She said: "What you see is just an appearance, maybe things are not what you think."

"How is that?"

Empress Jiahe pressed her forehead with a headache, "Bengong tried to find out how Jiang Xingzhou planned his daughter's marriage."

How can there be any parents who really care about their children, who would like their daughter to marry a disabled person?

"Just let that crippled one go?" The seventeenth prince was obviously not satisfied with the result.

Of course he didn't want to help Rong Ting find a good marriage, but he finally caught Rong Ting's handle, and he was not willing to let this opportunity go.

"I won't let it go." Empress Jiahe raised the corners of her lips and smiled slowly, "Today's incident reminded me."

...

Yan Nanxun knew that Rong Ting would enter the Ministry of Industry in the future, so he searched for him for a long time, such as water conservancy farming and agricultural studies, and told Rong Ting to take a look. It took a lot of hours to sort out these things, and it was late at night when returned to the mansion.

There was a cold wind at night, and the palace lanterns under the eaves of the pavilion were swayed, and the lights and shadows turned on and off.

Huai Qing was carrying a heavy book basket, swayed by the wind, and her steps were unsteady.

The figure sitting in the wheelchair ahead was not affected by the wind at all and moved forward smoothly.

The figure walked a few steps forward and suddenly stopped.

Rong Ting lowered his arms, picked up a palace lantern that had been blown down on the porch, raised his fingers, and brushed off the dust on it.

In order to make the yard look more lively, Jiang Rao chose some beautiful colorful glass lamps, but the glass of this fallen palace lantern was cracked, and the lamp paper was also cracked.

Rong Ting looked at the cracked position of the lamp paper, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and thoughtful.

The crack was flat, not like a natural fall, but like being cut by a sword.

The sound of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, Changxing hurried out, saw Rong Ting, and knelt down in front of Rong Ting, "Your Highness."

With scars on his face, he said, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, someone came from the palace, and the subordinate wanted to stop him, but the person who came with the empress's decree could not stop him at all."

Rong Ting was not surprised that Empress Jiahe would send someone over and motioned Changxing to continue.

"The maid that the Empress has arranged for His Highness to sleep has already been sent to Beishen Courtyard. Wu Que and his subordinates wanted to stop them, but they were numerous. Magpie was injured."

Rong Ting turned his head and instructed Huaiqing, "Go and ask the elder

husband. "

Huai Qing frowned, "The maid who sent me..."

Rong Ting's eyes were like knives, "I'll take a look."

At the Yuemen Gate of Beishen Courtyard, there was an old lady, followed by dozens of palace servants, waiting there.

When Mammy saw Rong Ting coming, her eyes swept across his legs paradoxically, her tone was respectful, but also with an extremely contemptuous look, she announced the decree of Empress Jiahe, and said: "Your Highness Ninth, the Empress is here. But I miss you and worry about you."

Rong Ting didn't smile, but under the lights, his smile seemed clear and meaningful, "Dare to ask Mammy, where is that person?"

"In the west wing."

Mammy took some reward silver, returned to Empress Jiahe, and reported her conversation with Rong Ting to Empress Jiahe.

It was so easy for Rong Ting to accept the palace maid she arranged, and Empress Jiahe was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Rong Ting had already reached the age where he should know about personnel affairs. Most of the princes in the palace had palace maids who were in charge of the tents when they were twelve or thirteen years old, and served them in bed.

She should have arranged for him a palace maid, but she was delayed because of his injury.

Now his body may not be able to do it, but if such a broken body can be indulged in, it must soon become an empty shell.

Mammy said: "His Royal Highness did indeed leave people behind and exchanged them for minions to reward silver. It seems to be in a good mood..."

Empress Jiahe was a little surprised.

When Rong Ting was young, he hated strangers very much. He was annoyed when someone touched him. With this kind of temperament, she thought that when he grew up, he should be a person who is not close to women, but she didn't expect it to be.

Empress Jiahe touched the seventeenth prince's head, "Thanks to Yuan'er for reminding me of this."

The maid sent to the past was not an ordinary woman. Not only could she help her look at Rong Ting, but she also wore a seductive/bone that had been trained in a brothel, which was very attractive. She also took infertility soup, so there was no need to worry that she would stay with Rong Ting. The next son, wait until he really indulges in women's sex, and see how he maintains his reputation.

...

The palace maid in the west wing heard the movement outside, and was overjoyed to know that she was left behind.

The lights in Rong Ting's study were on until midnight, and he usually didn't like being approached. Huaiqing Changxing would not let anyone come over, so he was alone in the study, holding the lights and reading at night.

The study door suddenly opened.

The palace maid in the west wing barged in, dressed in a tulle, not revealing what she wanted to reveal, but not covering what she wanted to cover, with a gesture of refusal to change.

Looking at the face is not the most beautiful color, but it is very pitiful, the kind of appearance that is extremely easy to arouse pity from men.

even kneeling on the ground

Waiting, the posture must be twisted into a charming and attractive arc.

With a plop, she knelt down in front of Rong Ting, "If Your Highness doesn't want slaves, when you go back, Empress and Empress will blame slaves."

She cried so hard that she banged her head on the ground a few times, her body shivering.

This palace maid said that she was a palace maid, a woman that Queen Jiahe found from the brothel. She was not clean and changed her identity. She took a palace maid's sign in the palace's service room and gave it the name "Forsythia". After teaching the rules for a few days and telling her what to do, she sent it here.

Forsythia has a strange fragrance that fascinates people, and the men she has served/served are unable to control each.

She clearly knew her own advantages. Seeing that Rong Ting was flipping through the scroll, there was an unlit palace lantern in front of her, wondering what he was doing, while secretly memorizing all the furnishings in the study, waiting for the future Xiang Jia and the Queen replied, moving two more steps in Rong Ting's direction.

Men are all greedy for freshness, how can a woman who throws her arms refuse?

"The slaves will not be noisy, they will not make troubles, they will sing Jiangnan ditties, and they can relieve the boredom of Your Highness. I don't ask Your Highness to give the slaves a lot of things. I just ask Your Highness to let the slaves stay, stay by your side, and share your worries."

The person on the other side was unmoved, not even looking at her.

Forsythia was anxious, the incense on her body obviously had the effect of aphrodisiac, and the time to kneel here was not short, why he was completely unmoved, this was unreasonable.

The Empress told her that at that time Rong Ting had injured her calf. Although it was inconvenient, it should not be impossible. She said anxiously, "If your Highness has an entertainment, you can bring your servants with you, and the servants can dance and sing songs for you. To add to the fun. The slaves have a good life and will not embarrass Your Highness."

"The skin looks good."

Finally spoke.

Forsythia was overjoyed, and when she heard the content of Rong Ting's words, she was even more surprised.

She didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

"Your Highness." She raised her chin slightly, so that her tearful face could be seen more clearly by the people in front of her.

The next moment, there was a laughter and a laugh in my ears.

"It just so happens that a piece of lantern paper is missing. I picked this human skin, and I just can make a lantern."

The laughter was very pleasant, but it was like a drumstick falling heavily on the eardrum, causing Forsythia, who was kneeling on the ground, to freeze, and her back was numb and cold.

The man under the lamp has slender joints, twisting the thin lamp paper of the glazed lamp, and his movements are slow, very elegant and beautiful. But once he thinks of what he said just now, his actions have a profound and terrifying meaning, "I originally wanted to find you after reading the book, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself."

And his crescent-like smiling eyes reflected the light of the candle, and the violent and bloodthirsty madness loomed. He suddenly put down the lantern, took out a dagger from nowhere, and turned it in a circle in his hand with a cold light.

"Didn't you say you can sing a ditty? I'm peeling your skin to make a lantern, and you sing a ditty to relieve my boredom, how?"

"Can it be done?"

"If you can't do it, get out!"

...

It was as if he had died, and his face was depressed.

It's just that this man with a dying face was Rong Ting who scared Forsythia and screamed and got out of the house.

When they met in the backyard of the grain shop the next day, Jiang Rao felt strange when she saw Rong Ting like this. She asked Huaiqing, "What's the matter with your ninth highness?"

Huai Qing returned to her, "Last night, the Queen Mother sent the palace maid of the curtain over to serve the ninth highness."

Jiang Rao didn't think about it for a while, but it took a while to figure it out.

As soon as she figured it out, the smile on her face instantly fell.

Without a head or a brain, heart is suddenly unhappy, and the first reaction is that don't believe it.

He won't let others touch him, wait in bed, how is that possible?

After thinking about the reason for this emotion, was trying to suppress the discomfort in heart when suddenly heard Rong Ting calling her small words.

"Year by year."

Rong Ting's eyes were silently locked on Jiang Rao's face. Seeing her smile sank, there seemed to be a small cluster of firelight lit up in his pupils, which was a bit surprising and unexpected.

It's just that he was not in a hurry or rash, and raised his chin slightly without a trace, so that the fear and bitterness on his face could be seen more clearly by the people in front of him.

There was a look of hatred on his face, and he said sadly, "I'm not clean anymore."