The whip threw so hard that it landed on the ground with a crisp sound, mixed with the neighing of a cat, and raised dust.

Jiang Rao turned around.

The girl behind her was wearing a satin dress with a big red feather veil. The red dress was dazzling, and her hair was casually tied into a high bun.

Obviously dressed as a woman, but the sleeves are tied into the arrow sleeves worn by men when hunting, and the bells around the waist jingle when they move.

On the second floor of the restaurant, the seventeenth prince's fist slammed into the wall, staring at the person who suddenly broke out, "Which girl is that?"

The attendant glanced out, "dressed like this, it can only be the daughter of General Hu."

At this moment, Hu Tang picked up the black cat on the ground with one hand, threw it to the maid behind her, and glanced sharply towards the second floor of the restaurant.

The seventeenth prince met her gaze, took a step back to the left, and hid.

The scene that Hu Tang glanced at just now was still in his mind.

The girl in the red dress is flamboyant like a fire that has fallen into the mundane world.

Really annoying.

"Girl Hu?"

Hearing Jiang Rao calling her name, Hutang turned around and said anxiously, "Wait for me."

She put away the long whip in her hand, stepped into the restaurant, went straight to the door of the private room where the seventeenth prince was, and kicked when she raised her foot.

"The guy behind the yin, get out if you have the guts!"

However, when the seventeenth prince saw Hutang walking into the restaurant, he realized what Hutang wanted to do, and panicked out of the room. At this moment, he was hiding behind the corner of the third floor.

It was only when he watched Hutang kick open the door, his eyes filled with disbelief, how could there be such a rude girl in this world?

After Hutang kicked the door, he saw that there was no one in the room, his face sank immediately, his fingers holding the whip tightly circled in anger, and he scolded a few times, "You don't have the guts to be a short-tailed gangster!"

Jiang Rao followed and took Hutang's hand, "Miss Hu, let's go."

Just now, she went to the shopkeeper of the restaurant and gave it to the silver tael. She wanted to ask who owns the private room that Hutang kicked away, but the shopkeeper looked embarrassed and avoided talking, it was enough for her to understand that the private room was covered. It's not an ordinary person, even the shopkeeper of the restaurant is covering up.

This confirmed Jiang Rao's speculation.

She had already recognized the black cat.

That time the seventeenth prince broke into Rong Ting's mansion, she hid in Rong Ting's study and watched the seventeenth prince come in with a cat.

The black cat in the seventeenth prince's arms was the same one who wanted to scratch her face just now.

Jiang Rao's eyes

You Ruowu swept around, although she could not see the figure of the Seventeenth Prince, but she knew that he was nearby, and she said to Hutang a little louder, "I know who put the cat, let's go back first."

The seventeenth prince was shocked, his fists were tight, watching Jiang Rao and Hutang leave, he slowly got up from the hiding place, but there was a force behind him, pulling him by the collar, dragging him into a room. Inside, the door slammed shut.

The seventeenth prince met Rong Ting's gentle smile and his eyes were shocked.

He quickly turned his head and glanced outside the door, and the entourage he brought with him today was restrained by Rong Ting's men.

The seventeenth prince moved his arm to break free, but Wu Que stood behind him, holding him tightly and not letting go.

He was about to ask aloud, when he suddenly realized that there were other people in the room.

"Master Chen?"

He did not expect to see Chen Bing here, and his face turned angry and shocked.

His eyes swept across Chen Bing and Rong Ting, and he couldn't believe it.

Rong Ting will join the Ministry of Works in the autumn. His mother has been looking for opportunities to win over those who can be drawn in the Ministry of Engineering, so as to contain Rong Ting's forces. Chen Bing, who is a clear official of Dushui, is also among them, but no matter what they think of , Chen Bing has been unmoved.

"His Highness the Seventeenth." Chen Bing greeted the Seventeenth Prince politely.

"Master Chen, I have something to discuss with the Seventeenth Brother."

Rong Ting made a sound at this time.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Bing said, "Xiaguan will retire first."

It seems that he is not at all curious about why Rong Ting and the seventeenth prince seem to have a bad relationship.

The seventeenth prince gritted his teeth.

When did Rong Ting meet Chen Bing?

Chen Bing's attitude made it clear that he and Rong Ting had become one party. The two had an appointment on the third floor of the restaurant, not knowing what they were discussing in secret.

The seventeenth prince couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help but spurn Chen Bing. What can a disabled person help? The old man without eyes really doesn't know what to do.

Because Chen Bing is here, he is not easy to have a seizure. When Chen Bing left, the seventeenth prince glared at Rong Ting. Just as he was about to speak, Rong Ting slowly pushed the wheelchair and walked in front of him. When he raised his eyes, he stopped abruptly, "Huaiqing, close the door."

And his right hand stretched out like an eagle's claws, grabbing the back of the seventeenth prince's head at once, the strength of his fingertips sank, pressing his head and smashing it straight on the table.

The strength of the palm is surprisingly strong, and the seventeenth prince can't break free with one hand.

"You stay under the protection of your mother and be a little bird that survives the wind and rain. Why are you so restless?"

He pondered, increasing his strength

a few points.

The shattering pain of the skull made the seventeenth prince who was pressed on the table flutter like a live fish lying on the chopping block about to be slaughtered.

But he hated this cripple in his heart!

"Ninth brother has always been gentle and kind since he came back from Yecheng? Why, don't you pretend?" He endured the pain and sneered, "Don't think that if you pretend to be a good person, you can marry what you want. Man, Jiang Siye wants to marry his daughter to Pei Shaoqing, all Jinling knows!"

Rong Ting's eyes were a little scarlet, and he pulled the seventeenth prince's hair and lifted him up, his face was still gentle and smiling, but his eyes gradually became stubborn and sinister, "If you marry someone else, she is not her. Yet?"

He gritted his back molars, his jaw line was extremely tight, his eyes seemed to be covered with a cloud, gloomy and gloomy, pressing the seventeenth prince's head and continuing to smash the wall, "Even if I marry someone else, it is what I want , The person you want to protect. Is it your turn to talk about our affairs?"

...

After stepping out of the restaurant, Jiang Rao seemed to hear some movement, felt a little strange in her heart, and glanced up at the restaurant.

The windows on the third floor were all closed.

Jiang Rao withdrew her gaze, thinking that she was overhearted, and looked at Hutang beside her, "Thank you Miss Hu for helping me."

Hu Tang curled the whip in her hand and fluttered her eyelashes lightly. The ruthlessness of kicking the door and whipping the whip just now disappeared. She glanced at Jiang Rao carefully, and said slowly, "I owe you a word in exchange. Thanks."

Jiang Rao knew that she was talking about the last banquet, and she smiled lightly, "Yesterday was yesterday."

She didn't get mad at them that time, she just felt that if Hu Tang and Hu Li insisted on thinking that she was not good, then she would not find it boring, and had to get close to them. But Hutang had just rescued her once, and there was no room for rudeness, so why bother to worry about the unpleasantness of the first meeting?

Hu Tang's pupils were slightly bright, listening to what she meant, it was obvious that the past was not to be blamed.

The haze in her heart was swept away, and she finally laughed, "Then don't call me Hu girl in the future, just call me by my name."

Jiang Rao said "um", "Then you call me by my name too."

She looked around and saw Hu Li's figure, "Where's your sister?"

Hutang replied: "My sister went to Mobei to find my father. My mother is tired and can't travel far. I will stay in the capital with my mother."

Jiang Rao nodded, "Are you going to the palace banquet? If you are alone, why not walk with me?"

Hutang nodded heavily, and followed Jiang Rao like a small tail. Jiang Rao deliberately slowed down a bit to make her walk beside her.

She felt like she was holding a little tiger with its claws flattened. The domineering girl who dashed straight into the restaurant with a whip just now was now beside her, as if she didn't dare to speak.

"Your whip is so beautiful." She admired sincerely.

Hu Tang's brows filled with expression, "I am not only good at whips, but also good at swords and horses..."

She was talking, but her voice gradually became softer. Looking at Jiang Rao's dress, she could see that she was obedient, obedient, gentle and obedient. But all these things she knew were strictly forbidden by girls on the female precepts. I don't know how many times she was laughed at by other noble girls in Jinling. Hu Tang lowered his shoulders a little dejectedly, and hid the rolled whip behind him, but a sigh came from beside him, "That's great."

Hutang raised her eyes and saw Jiang Rao's smile, she was slightly stunned.

Jiang Rao was really envious, "It's really good at kung fu, I can protect myself and others."

At this moment, just walking outside the palace, Hutang stopped, "Can you come with me instead?"

Jiang Rao touched the red and green colored feathers of the golden wren in her arms and asked, "Why not?"

Hutang pouted, "If you stay with me again, others will talk about you. Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. I don't respect etiquette and don't obey the rules. Seeing you with me, others will say you..."

"What's this?" Jiang Rao glanced at her sideways, "If you hadn't changed your sleeves to be lighter, the whip just now wouldn't have made it so neat. If you follow the rules, I'll be out of shape."

The sky is clear and blue. Hu Tang was afraid that her worry of being looked down upon by her was finally relieved, and the long whip behind her back was brought to her again.

The two little girls sat at the table together. Hutang had never gotten along with such a delicate-looking little girl before, and since he had just met Jiang Rao, he was a little reserved, not daring to reveal his nature too much, and his sitting posture was unprecedentedly upright and honest.

Jiang Rao glanced around, paying attention to the figure of Shen Xiuying whom she dreamed of in her dream. Finally, in the corner of the palace wall, she found her.

The color of Shen Xiuying's clothes was similar to what she dreamed, but she didn't take a close look in the dream, but now she can see the dust on the front of her clothes. And her face was ashen, as if she had just come out of a mud kiln.

As expected, just like in her dream, she had just seen Empress Jiahe and was punished by Empress Jiahe.

There was a commotion on the palace road.

Jiang Rao didn't care, until there was a chatter on the side, "It seems that the seventeenth prince was beaten."

Only then did her eyes move slightly, she was curious, and glanced at the palace road.

More than a dozen guards in shawls walked down the palace road, and the seventeenth prince, with a white cloth tied around his forehead, angrily followed behind.

She didn't think of a way to rectify the seventeenth prince, and he was punished?

It's coming a bit fast.

Jiang Rao felt itchy for a while, wondering who the person who beat him was.

The sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of wheels rolling over the ground.

Inexplicably, Jiang Rao had a bad intuition in her heart. She was stunned when she saw the figure who was besieged and moving forward through the gaps between the figures of a dozen guards.

Rong Ting?