The pages of the booklet were spread out in front of her. Jiang Rao glanced at it and threw the booklet away as if her fingers were burnt by fire.

It's a dowry book.

It was clearly seen the night before the wedding, but my aunt had brought it to her under the bottom of the box so early.

She looked at the box for something else, and suddenly felt bad.

Ming Shao threw the booklet, closed it, and held it in front of Jiang Rao, "Girl, this... do you want to read it? The imperial concubine is very careful."

Just a few years older than Jiang Rao, Ming Shao seemed much calmer, while Jiang Rao hid on the beauty's couch and found a pillow to bury herself, "Don't look." The voice was muffled in the pillow.

Ming Shao didn't hear it and asked again, "Take a look?"

Jiang Rao: "..."

She thought to herself, are those girls who are married to the only person they love, before they get married, facing this kind of dowry book, are they calm and normal?

Afraid that Ming Shao would see the mistake, she raised her eyes from the pillow, her face as calm as possible, "Put it here first."

It's nothing to take.

She put away the booklet and put it under her pillow, thinking that it would be fine if she didn't read it.

Ming Shao put the booklet under the pillow, "The girl's marriage will be handled by the Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites, and it will be lively at that time."

Jiang Rao didn't really care whether the wedding was lively or not.

She has other things that she cares about. She doesn't care about the date of the wedding, or even what the wedding day will be like.

——She cared about the movements of Jia and the Queen.

After counting the things that Concubine Yun Gui had sent, Jiang Rao finally went out.

Even if she couldn't see Rong Ting, she took a carriage instead and went outside to have a look.

Yesterday, Hutang handed her a greeting card. Although Hutang and Mrs. Hu were not able to say good things to her father on the bright side, they wrote a letter to the family and sent them to the military camp in the northwest, asking General Hu to come forward to protect her father.

Although the letter was of no use, Jiang Rao thought that if she wanted to meet Hutang, at least she would thank Mrs. Hu.

The streets were bustling and crowded to the south.

Jiang Rao glanced at it through the cross-shaped window.

There was a lot of people talking about what they were talking about.

She stopped the carriage and asked Ming Shao to go down to inquire. After Ming Shao came back, she closed the curtain and said to Jiang Rao, "Last night, there was a fire in the mansion of Lord Shen Que. Many people died. Mrs. Shen was replaced by Lord Shen's daughter, and they all died in the sea of ​​​​fire."

dead?

Jiang Rao's body was a little cold, and when she heard Shen Xiuying's name again,

"When I brought it out, I couldn't see who was who. It's really pitiful." Ming Shao felt a lingering fear, "In the winter, the weather is dry, and after I go back, I have to instruct the maids in the courtyard, and I have to be careful with the candles. fire."

Jiang Rao looked back.

She heard that when Shen Que was caught, his wife made trouble with him, but Shen Que did not give him a letter in the end.

The relationship between the two husband and wife was broken, and they did not show respect for each other, but now they are separated from each other in this way.

Sure enough, good and evil have their place.

Ming Shao sighed, "Girl, you said that Lord Shen has a good career, why did you want to frame our master?"

"Perhaps, ghosts are fascinated." Jiang Rao said in a low voice.

I didn't think so in my mind.

She just couldn't talk to Ming Shao about the queen.

She once suspected that Shen Que had been instigated by her uncle to find someone to forge calligraphy and painting.

But Shen Que is a person who tends to be aggressive. Since her uncle was expelled from the house, Shen Que has cut off communication with her uncle.

It's just that a little Chen Que could almost deceive her father, saying that it was his ability, but she didn't believe it.

Think about the silver snake pattern that Liao Qiubai mentioned...

Jiang Rao raised her hand and pressed her sour temple.

Queen Jiahe, Xu Lanruo.

Either she or the Xu family.

Even if it's not the mastermind behind the scenes, it can't get rid of it.

Really... dammit.

She had never cursed death before.

Others don't want her to live well.

Jiang Rao wanted to get close to Empress Jiahe, but after she entered the palace, Shuxiang Palace was always separated from Jinxiu Palace, and she rarely saw Empress Jiahe.

Except for the palace banquet, there is no chance to meet at all.

She thought of a way to start directly with Queen Jiahe, but she might not be able to do it as well as Rong Ting.

It is better to start with the Xu family.

But she knew too little about the Xu family.

Hufu has arrived.

Jiang Rao stopped thinking about it, got off the carriage, and was taken to Hutang's courtyard by the maid.

The Hu Mansion is not as spacious and grand as the Ning An Bo Mansion, and it is very simple and concise.

There wasn't much in Hutang's place, the whole courtyard was bare, and the only two potted plants were shrunk in the corner, which was convenient for Hutang to practice martial arts without getting in the way.

When Jiang Rao walked in, she was wondering where the Hutang people who happily greeted her when they heard of her coming, heard a scream from under the window of the West Wing's nurturing pavilion.

"Mother, mother, I was wrong, you toss me in other ways, ah, my scalp hurts."

"It hurts, it hurts, I'm the girl you raised with great difficulty, and I'll be gone when I die, woo woo mother..."

When Jiang Rao was led by the maid into the warm pavilion in the West Wing, Mrs. Hu was wearing a double bun for Hu Tang.

Hu Tang was full of reluctance.

Mrs. Hu's face was cold, and she combed it forcefully, "It's bad luck to talk about killing and dying every day!"

"This kind of bun..." Hu Tang touched the bun on the back of his head and pursed his lips, "It's so awkward."

She heard that the maid brought Jiang Rao in, and glanced at her, "Nian Nian, are you here?"

Jiang Rao listened to Hutang's voice outside, thinking that she had made a big mistake and was being punished. She came in and realized a false alarm, smiled, and gave Mrs. Hu a blessing.

Mrs. Hu smiled and answered the salute, and said, "I told the girl to see a joke again."

Jiang Rao shook his head hurriedly.

"The emperor's finger marriage has just arrived. Why did you come to us? I didn't accompany your mother to count the dowry."

Jiang Rao thought of the booklet she saw in the morning, and the little man she had entangled in her mind that she remembered clearly on the page that she didn't see clearly, and she hung down. Eyelids, a little ashamed, Mrs. Hu smiled, "This is a big happy event, the good boy is coming soon, and also let this disobedient my family feel happy."

Looking back at Hu Tang, her beautiful eyes became sharp blades again.

Hutang pouted and hugged Jiang Rao's arm.

After Mrs. Hu went out, Hu Tang glanced behind Jiang Rao, and when she saw her walking away, she relaxed.

He pulled out the hairpin and threw it on the table, completely loosening the double bun that Mrs. Hu had tied up with her own hands. Once you get married, you will have less time to accompany me. Before you get married, you should accompany me more."

"After getting married, there will be plenty of time to be with you." A smile appeared on Jiang Rao's face. She didn't tell Hutang the reasons for her and Rong Ting's marriage, but she thought that even if she and him were Ordinary marriage, his kind and understanding temperament, if she really wants to do something, she will naturally not hold her back, "He is easy to talk."

Hutang hesitated before speaking, his eyes quietly looked out the window, the courtyard was empty, in the middle of winter, all the leaves of the trees outside the courtyard had fallen, and the treetops pointed directly to the sky.

Hu Tang's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see the bird's nest built on it from a distance.

The trunk is bare and nothing else.

She turned her eyes back and frowned suspiciously, "Really?"

Jiang Rao nodded affirmatively.

Hu Tang teased, "It didn't work out.

My dear, you are now protected. "

"Why don't you protect me when I'm about to get married? Not only do I want to protect, but I also want to be confident."

She is not arrogant or arrogant when she speaks, and she can't see a single bit of domineering when she looks at her face, but it makes people feel that she is full of confidence.

Hu Tang laughed, his eyes swept out from time to time, looking too suspicious.

Jiang Rao watched Hu Tang's frequent movements of looking out, "Do you want to go outside?"

"It's not like that." Hu Tang shook his head and frowned, "I just think that there seems to be someone outside."

She was suspicious, "Maybe it's my mother who has found someone to monitor me again."

She approached the window, looked left and right, and finally determined, "There should be no one."

Jiang Rao held her back, "Tang'er, teach me a few kung fu tricks."

"Why do you suddenly want to learn this?" Hu Tang felt a little surprised.

Jiang Rao glanced down at her embroidered shoes and said seriously, "Protect yourself."

Last time, the feet that were stabbed in the snow occasionally hurt, but they didn't affect my walking anymore.

If it wasn't for Rong Ting's reminder, then she would not have realized that the person who bumped into her smelled of lilac flowers.

She wanted that kind of innate sharpness that only people who practice martial arts have.

...

It's a pity that Jiang Rao's ankle can move around, but if the movement is really big, it should be painful.

Hutang was so strong, seeing that Jiang Rao's feet were really hurting, he snorted, "I can't do it today, I have to wait for the future."

She went back to the house, rummaged through the boxes, and then found a few dusty books, brushed away the ashes, and handed them to Jiang Rao, "Let's read books today."

Jiang Rao flipped through the pages, and the book was a female commandment full of words, no matter whether it was a word or a book, it didn't look like Hutang's.

She flipped through it again and confirmed that the writing was not Hutang's own. She looked at Hutang, "Could this be your sister's book?"

Hutang took it over and frowned for a long time before he remembered, "This is Xie Tao's book."

"Xie Tao?" Jiang Rao didn't know the name.

"The only daughter of King Xiang's mansion, the granddaughter of the father-in-law." Hutang turned two pages, her face suddenly turned red with shame, "I didn't like to write, so I stole her book."

"Fortunately, you were no longer in Jinling at that time." Hutang felt regretful after thinking about it, "otherwise I might have stolen your book."

Jiang Rao shook his head, "My father didn't let me learn these things seriously, so he only asked me to take a look when he wanted to punish me."

Hutang was very envious for a while, Jiang Rao flipped through the booklet and asked thoughtfully, "Can you tell me about Xie Tao?"

father's

granddaughter.

That is the Xu family.

Maybe can get something useful from her.

...

The winter sun sets early and night falls quickly.

Not long after Rong Ting returned to the mansion, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

The person who came in after getting permission was a fresh face other than Huai Qing and Wu Que.

He was the only one of the dark guards that Rong Ting had personally recruited by his side. It was different from the one that Jiang Rao had arranged by his side before, and he arranged it all by himself.

Jiang Rao did not know of their existence, nor did Huaiqing Wu Que.

The man came to Rong Ting's side and reported in a low voice, "Today, there is no suspicious person around the fourth girl. She has returned home safely."

Rong Ting asked, "Where did she go today?"

The dark guard replied: "Four girls stayed with the Hu girls in the general's mansion for a whole afternoon, studying and learning kung fu. After leaving the mansion, I made an appointment for the next meeting."

all afternoon.

Rong Ting repeated the dark guard's words in his heart.

Rubbing his fingers, he repeated it again.

Even if Hutang is a woman.

It didn't affect his displeasure.