Jinyi's guards quickly disappeared at the end of the road, and disappeared from Jiang Rao's sight.

Jiang Rao saw that they were walking eastward after stepping through the Zhumen at the end of the palace road. Even though their figures disappeared and the sound of their footsteps had disappeared, the people watching the lively beside the palace gates were still indifferent, and there was no tendency to disperse at all. , The voices of discussion and speculation are endless.

Jiang Rao turned around and quietly left the crowd.

She took Ming Shao to a place that could be hidden from people's eyes, and instructed: "Go to Shuxiang Palace to ask my aunt for help, and ask her to arrange a palace servant to go to Chonghua Palace to inquire about the seventeenth prince and the ninth prince. what's going on?"

After passing the palace gate to the east, it is the Chonghua Palace of Emperor Zhaowu, the important place of the imperial city.

She couldn't find a way to get in, and could only count on her aunt to help.

It wasn't until Jiang Rao finished telling Ming Shao that Hutang walked slowly to Jiang Rao's side. She just stood there and watched for a long time. When the seventeenth prince passed by, he gave her a vicious look, inexplicably.

Hutang recalled that the seventeenth prince glared at her just now, and the palm of his hand holding the whip was a little itchy.

But she didn't forget that Jiang Rao was by her side, so she didn't throw the whipped whip out. She leaned in front of Jiang Rao and sighed: "The seventeenth prince's forehead is swollen so high that he was seriously injured at first sight. The person who hit him must be It was a ruthless attack. I didn't expect that the ninth prince would have such ability in a wheelchair..."

Jiang Rao lowered her head, "Do you think it was the ninth prince who beat him?"

"Don't everyone else say that?"

"But he's in a wheelchair..."

"It's not impossible to fight while sitting in a wheelchair." Hutang, with an experienced look, sat on the chair with her legs crossed, stretched out her hand, grabbed her maid's arm and cut it backwards, pressing her elbow against the maid's back, blinking. Immediately she was pressed on the table, making her unable to move.

She looked up at Jiang Rao, "Look, as long as the person I want to hit is close, even if my legs can't move, that person will fall into my hands easily."

Jiang Rao watched Hu Tang's series of smooth movements.

She frowned slightly.

Rong Ting did indeed have many scars and scars on the palms and backs of his hands. Before he was injured, he really looked like someone who had danced with a knife and made a sword, but now that his leg injury has not healed, he would be exhausted from pulling a bow or shooting an arrow. When the disease comes, the weak and slender, how can it be compared with Hu Tang?

Empress Jiahe's way of confounding right and wrong is amazing. Now everyone around is talking about the seventeenth prince being beaten. Is it possible that the one who was beaten was Rong Ting?

She walked in front of Hutang in two steps, showing a bit of anxiety in her movements, "Have you seen any injuries on the ninth prince?"

Since Hu Tang has practiced martial arts, he may have better eyesight than hers, and he is taller than her, so his vision is not easily blocked by others.

She squeezed into the crowd, and could only vaguely see Rong Ting's figure, but couldn't see his face at all.

Hu Tang shook his head, "I didn't see any injuries on the face of the Ninth Highness."

Jiang Rao paced back and forth in a hurry.

Yes, yes, if she was the seventeenth prince, she would definitely not hit someone in a place where others would see it.

According to what she had dreamed about, the scars and scars on Rong Ting's chest and back in the future would be much larger and deeper than those on his hands and neck. Maybe it was left at this time.

"Hutang, I can't accompany you first, I'm going to Shuxiang Palace."

Jiang Rao felt that it was not enough to just let Ming Shao go to Shuxiang Palace to find someone to replace her. She began to worry about this and that, so she told Hutang and went to Shuxiang Palace in person.

Hutang let go of her maid, looked at Jiang Rao's back hurriedly leaving, and muttered, "Why are you so worried about the Ninth Prince?"

Just now, her face was almost scratched by a cat, but she never saw her so nervous.

...

In Shuxiang Palace, Jiang Rao was waiting for the palace servants who went to Chonghua Palace to inquire about the news to return. Her drooping eyelashes could not hide the anxiety on her face. Concubine Yun Gui handed the pomegranate in her arms to the maid to hold it and came over to embrace it. He touched Jiang Rao's shoulder, "Don't be in a hurry, go and find out, I'll be back in a while."

As soon as there was movement in the yard, Jiang Rao immediately stood up.

But the person who came was not the palace servant sent out, but the eunuch Li Ren next to Emperor Zhaowu.

Li Ren came over with a suet jade bracelet and found Jiang Rao, "This is given to the girl by the emperor, and he is apologizing for you for the seventeenth prince. The seventeen prince's pet almost ran into the girl, and the emperor has already fined him. He went to think about it behind closed doors."

Li Ren brought the suet bracelet over and was about to leave it. Seeing that Jiang Raohua had something to ask, Concubine Yun nodded her shoulder, "Eunuch Li is on his own, you can ask what you want to ask."

Jiang Rao chased after him, "Eunuch Li."

She stood in front of him and blessed her body, "Do you know what happened to the injury of the Seventeenth Prince?"

She didn't ask Rong Ting directly, but she actually quietly raised her ears and waited for Rong Ting's name to be mentioned in Li Ren's words.

Li Ren looked past her, glanced at Concubine Yun Gui, and said, "His Seventeenth Highness's cat almost hurt the girl, and he didn't apologize to the girl. His Highness Ninth happened to see this and disciplined His Highness the Seventeenth."

Hearing this news, Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment. She followed Li Ren's words and asked, "How is your Ninth Highness now?"

Li Ren was silent for a while.

Concubine Yun Gui took the Liaoling cloak on her shoulders, walked down the steps slowly, and said to Li Ren, "Father-in-law has something to say, there will be no nonsense here in this palace."

Li Ren said with confidence and boldness, "His Royal Highness Ninth has a good heart to discipline his younger brother, but unfortunately the method is a bit inappropriate, and the emperor... is not very happy, and the empress shed tears, originally planned to let Jiu also Your Highness was banned together, but..."

Li Ren stayed with Emperor Zhaowu for too long and spoke slowly. He had to think a few times in his mind before he could speak.

He spoke about Rong Ting's punishment in such a slow tone, which made Jiang Rao anxious, "But?"

Li Ren said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness asked to come out of Beijing with Lord Chen, and go to Yunling Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing to supervise the construction of the plank road for a month. The emperor has already complied and is preparing an imperial decree."

After Li Ren left.

Concubine Yun Gui looked at Jiang Rao, "The seventeenth prince's cat almost hurt you, but you were rescued by General Hu's young daughter, so you were unhurt. This happened to be seen by the ninth prince by accident, so he will help you. Did you teach the seventeenth prince a lesson?"

Jiang Rao was thinking about supervising the work, and nodded absentmindedly.

"Hutang and Rong Ting are good." Concubine Yun's brows furrowed, "What a little seventeen, he actually bullied my people, what's the ban? He should be thrown to Yunling Mountain to suffer."

Jiang Rao was worried that the fact that Li Ren mentioned that Rong Ting would go to Yunling Mountain to supervise the work together with Chen Bing would come true. Hearing what Yun Guifei said, her face became even more ugly.

She sighed a little dully, and gently tugged on Concubine Yun's sleeve, "Auntie."

Yun Guifei glanced at Jiang Rao sideways.

Looking at her smooth, beautiful face, thinking that her face was almost scratched by a cat, she irritably asked the palace servant to carry the pomegranate back, and got angry at this lazy cat, hating that it was not a tyrant in Jinling, making her Other people's cats are arrogant and useless.

Jiang Rao blinked her watery apricot eyes softly, and begged her softly, "Can my aunt be at the emperor's place and say a few words to the ninth prince, and don't let him go to Yunling Mountain, okay?"

As she spoke, her mood became a little depressed, "His leg injury hasn't healed yet, how can he run into the mountains?"

Concubine Yun Gui has always been responsive to her requests, but today this matter made her

When he was in trouble, "the imperial decree has been written, and this matter will not change. If you really care about him, you might as well give him more money and build a plank road. The local people feel that they have touched their ancestors. Feng Shui, there are a lot of protesters, and it’s 80% impossible in the end. If he goes there, he might be embarrassed by the people, so there’s no harm in letting him bring more money.”

After the palace banquet was over, Jiang Rao went back to Ning'an Bo's house with a small money bag in his hand, and quietly went to find Rong Ting.

She thought she was quiet, but Jiang Siye was very clear about her every move.

He wanted to stop her, but he also heard a little about what was going on in the palace today, hesitated for two steps, and finally stopped to stop her, called Jiang Ping, and ordered half-compromisingly: "You follow Behind the girl, don't let her delay too long to come back."

...

After Rong Ting returned to the mansion, he locked himself in the study.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the wind was blowing under the eaves.

Huaiqing and Wu Que were on duty outside together, and their master was punished, but their faces were not depressed or sad.

Because both of them knew in their hearts, they were only punished openly.

Building a plank road is laborious and laborious, and problems are prone to occur frequently, and in the end it is impossible to ask for a good deal. Mr. Chen Bing from the Ministry of Works, Mr. Chen, could not find a competent helper. Recently, he came to the door many times and five times, and wanted to invite His Royal Highness Ninth to go to Yunling with him, and His Highness Ninth agreed.

This time, he asked himself to go to supervise the work, not so much to be punished, but to find a reason to go to Yunling, and less resistance to him.

Huaiqing sighed for a while, and asked Wu Que, "Compared to yours, who is more powerful in your Ninth Highness?"

Wu Que's face was a little blue, but he had to admit reluctantly, "Your Highness."

Although the seventeenth prince was young, he had been enlightened by a martial arts master since he was a child. Even if he was a little less talented, he had practiced for several years, which should not be underestimated.

Although Rong Ting who was in a wheelchair might not be able to beat him, but Rong Ting's legs were trapped in the wheelchair, so if he could stand up, he might not be taken seriously.

The gatekeeper came to announce at this time, "The Fourth Miss Jiang is visiting."

At this moment, the door of the study was opened by the people inside. Rong Ting walked out and handed a letter to Wu Que, "Send it to Master Chen."

After Wu Que left, Rong Ting looked at Huai Qing again, "Look for the ointment to remove bruises, and deliver it after three quarters of an hour."

Jiang Rao followed behind the servant to the guest room.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes, holding a cup of warm tea in his hands, the mist floating in the tea enveloped his long eyelashes, his face was pale, and he looked unhappy.

Yes, after being trained, who can be happy?

Jiang Rao stepped into the house, but she was distressed, but she put a stern face on the table and smashed the small money bag on the table, "The injury on the head of the seventeenth prince was really caused by you?"

Even if everyone else believed that it was him who hurt people, she was a little stubborn in her heart.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "His cat almost scratched you."

Is it really him?

"So you beat him like this?"

Rong Ting's long eyelashes drooped, his clear eyes swayed, appearing gentle and harmless.

In my heart, ugly and dark emotions were fermenting like a swamp.

Does her tone sympathize with his seventeenth brother...

He curled up his fingers, and the eyes blocked by the long eyelashes turned cold for a while. He said, "It's not that I'm too serious, it's the Seventeenth Brother who wants to trouble me and says that he is seriously injured."

It was just as she had guessed.

Rong Ting glanced at Jiang Rao quietly, trying to see from her expression whether she believed in him or not, but the little girl in front of him took his hand, pulled it in front of her, and broke his fingers, " Does your hand hurt?"

Her fingertips were warm, well-proportioned and white, as soft as a cloud, in stark contrast to his scarred fingers. Rong Ting's throat was a little choked for a moment, and his fingers were tense.

He shook his head, his movements gentle and slow.

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief, but just remembering something, her gentle expression changed, and suddenly she became a little fierce again.

"You've been grounded for a few days, but you can always eat, sleep, and sleep. Why did you ask yourself to go to Yunling Mountain to supervise the work? Can you bear the hardships there?"

If it weren't for the fact that he had an argument with the seventeenth prince today, he lost his strength and became sick again, she would have wanted to stab him in the forehead and teach him a long memory.

Rong Ting bowed his head and was scolded obediently, like a trained little daughter-in-law, without refuting a word.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Rao couldn't scold anymore.

The boat is done, and it can't change anything anyway, so he slapped the bulging purse in front of him, "You are going to Yunling Mountain for me, now, this is all the share of my three shops this year, it's all for you, don't you? Let yourself suffer, otherwise..."

She thought about it again and again, but she couldn't think of any harsh words, so she said angrily, "Otherwise I'll be mad at you."

Three quarters of an hour had passed, Huaiqing knocked on the door and came in with a box of ointment in his hand, "Your Highness, your medicine."

Rong Ting frowned, "You go out first."

Huai Qing does not know why the master suddenly

However, the hexagram changed, and the footsteps stopped.

Seeing the ointment in Huaiqing's hand, Jiang Rao narrowed her eyes, "Huaiqing, stop."

Huai Qing thought about who to listen to.

He stopped.

Jiang Rao stepped forward, took the small round box containing the medicine in Huai Qing's hand, and pursed her lips slightly.

What did you say you weren't beaten? They've all been on medicine, isn't this an injury?

If she hadn't bumped into Huaiqing delivering medicine, she would have been concealed from him.

She turned her head and glanced at Rong Ting angrily, Rong Ting coughed, his voice was hoarse, and he said casually, "It's not convenient for me to take the medicine by myself. The injury is not serious, and it's useless to try to take medicine. Since it's not very painful, just bear with it, Just leave it alone."

Endure it, it won't hurt him.

Jiang Rao gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll help you."

The water in the white porcelain teacup shook violently, and the teacup fell back on the table.

The tea cup fell back, and the person who was clinging to the tea cup did not lift his fingers immediately, but pressed against the body of the tea cup. His fingers squeezed hard, and the blue veins were intertwined under the scars, and the lines of the phalanges were beautiful. And fierce, the complexion looks colder than the white porcelain surface.

The surprise in his eyes flashed by for a moment, and soon sank into the bottom of his eyes, his eyes were as deep as a pool. There seems to be nothing, a little bit, a little bit, rubbing the fine porcelain of the tea cup with his fingertips, looking at her and asking, "Do you really want to help me?"

The rhetorical tone of the question was hoarse and deep, and the scorching gaze made the person staring at him invisibly have a sense of fate about to be plundered.

Jiang Rao tightened her fingers while holding the small medicine box, and said "um".

Rong Ting looked at her changing expression back and forth, not in a hurry, and said with a smile: "The injury can be on the back."