Jiang Rao stopped.

Hutang followed her and stopped. She was slower than Jiang Rao to react. Following Jiang Rao's line of sight, she could see clearly that Rong Ting was waiting under the steps.

Hutang subconsciously motioned Jiang Rao to look there, "Isn't that the Ninth Highness?"

"I'll go over." Jiang Rao's voice fell at the same time as hers.

By the time Hutang finished her sentence, she had already descended a few steps along the steps.

The embroidered belt on the cloak gradually floated up, and in just a few steps, it changed from walking to trotting.

Hu Tang called her to speak slowly, but Jiang Rao's figure passed a few steps, so Hu Tang's words could only be swallowed back in his stomach.

Every time she stepped on the stepping stone, the hem of Jiang Rao's cloak with peacock blue and gold threads seemed to be dragged to the ground, and then lifted up with her footsteps, so that it could not touch the dust on the ground.

At the last level, she even had a tendency to fall into the arms of the person in front of her. Fortunately, she stopped her feet, and a slight gasping sound was mixed in her voice, "Why...why are you here?"

Rong Ting just looked at the picture of her running towards him, his eyes softened a little, and his long and narrow eyes gradually curved up because of an uncontrollable smile.

He tied his hair with a silver crown, and wore an indigo base embroidered with a green bamboo pattern on his sleeves. He looked very elegant, and calmly dropped his outstretched hand back to the armrest of the wheelchair, "Have a bath today, follow a few The staff is here."

"What about the staff who invited you to go with you?"

Jiang Rao looked behind Rong Ting and saw no one except Huai Qing.

Rong Ting did not answer immediately, but glanced behind Jiang Rao.

Hu Tang was following behind Jiang Rao, descending along the stone steps.

Rong Ting glanced over and told her to stop, and her fists subconsciously folded.

It is often when there is danger that she will subconsciously make a fist.

Because of Rong Ting's eyes, Hutang felt his hostility towards her.

Inexplicable hostility.

It was so inexplicable that she blinked again, and it made her feel that she was wrong.

Just now, it seemed that the person who looked at her with a bit of ferocity had turned his gaze back to Jiang Rao.

He looked at her wholeheartedly, as if he had never moved away.

His eyes were a little sad, and his voice was unhappy, "Those colleagues... maybe, they left first."

"Are you looking for them?" Jiang Rao asked.

"Um."

Jiang Rao should have been slower to hear what he said, and suddenly had a guess in her heart.

"This temple is not too small, are you headed back and can't find the way?"

Ting looked away a little, moved very lightly, and nodded as if he didn't want to admit it.

Jiang Rao asked Huaiqing, "Have you never been here before?"

"I came here many years ago, and it has been renovated." Seeing Rong Ting, Huaiqing was pretending that it was really hard to tell lies for the master, and Huaiqing inevitably stumbled when he spoke, "Master Huici does not know where to teach scriptures, pilgrims. I went there with most of the monks in the temple, and when I couldn’t find anyone to ask for directions, I met the girl first.”

Huai Qing's words made Jiang Rao's guess come true.

Really lost.

Her gaze fell to Rong Ting's hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair.

This hand wiped the tears from her face and held her bruised ankle.

She was the only one who knew how thick the callus on his palm was and how deep the scar was.

This was a pair of hands that had suffered so much that she couldn't bear to let him control the wheelchair.

Jiang Rao pushed his wheelchair behind him.

"I've been here a few times, why don't you ask me to take you away."

Rong Ting nodded lightly.

Hu Tang was unwilling.

She frowned and called out "Nian Nian" aggrievedly.

"In exchange, I want you to accompany me to the bookstore to buy military books. I'm the only one. The boss in the bookstore took my mother's bribe and didn't sell me."

She just slowed down for a while, failing to talk to her before Rong Ting appeared.

Jiang Rao was in a dilemma for a while.

Rong Ting turned his head and looked at Jiang Rao's embarrassed look, he said softly, "You can go with Miss Hu."

He moved the wheelchair, got the wheelchair out of Jiang Rao's hands, and turned around to the west, "I'll go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall first."

Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall is in the east.

Jiang Rao looked at him in the wrong direction and couldn't help coughing at his back.

He wasn't walking fast. She caught up with her in two steps at her usual pace. She went around in front of him to stop him, and her clear Shui Xingyan blinked, "Just wait for me for a moment."

Jiang Rao turned around and pulled Hutang aside.

Hu Tang muttered dissatisfiedly, "He is also a prince, how come he can't find anyone to ask?"

Jiang Rao murmured to her, "Don't look at him pretending to be nothing. He has a low face and refuses to admit that he is lost. I guess he is angry and refuses to ask someone for directions. I will accompany him around this temple, just like turning back You want to be with me."

Jiang Rao spoke out what was in his heart.

When she thought about this call, she frightened herself first.

After saying it, Hu Tang was stunned again.

Hu Tang lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and the dissatisfied look on her face gradually dissipated.

But she pouted, and soon felt troublesome again, "A man's face is really thin."

"Let's save two points for him, don't talk too much." Jiang Rao took Hutang's hand.

A girl like Jiang Rao, who is soft-tempered, good-looking, and glutinous, said it was too hard for people to refuse. Hutang couldn't stand it, and his attitude gradually softened. One sentence, "Give you face."

Hutang's world will always come and go, "It's fine if you accompany His Highness the Ninth Highness. You treat him well, and he should treat you well in the future."

Jiang Rao didn't think about it so much. She couldn't watch him stay there alone. Now that the marriage has been decided, it seems even more unreasonable to let him be there alone.

Hutang said to Jiang Rao inadvertently at this moment, "He didn't come here today because he was guarding you here, right?"

Jiang Rao didn't even think about it, then shook her head, "I didn't announce that I would come here to offer incense, and he didn't know I was here."

She explained to Rong Ting why he was here, "His Ninth Highness came with his colleagues and lost his way."

"Really?" Hu Tang glanced around, but saw no one, "Then his colleagues are really abominable, and they won't come to find him if they see him lost."

"Maybe he doesn't want to cause them any trouble." Jiang Rao beckoned and called Yu'er to come over, "You accompany Miss Hu to the bookstore. If you want any military book, ask her to buy it, and I will give it to you."

Hu Tang listened, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It's not that I'm happy because I saved money on book purchases.

I just feel that if the book is given to her by someone she thinks is good, it will be much rarer than the one she bought herself.

Yu'er accompanied Hu Tang to leave, and Jiang Rao returned to Rong Ting.

After the knot in her heart caused by the nightmare was untied, she laughed a lot recently, and the candy in the little pear vortex on her cheek seemed to be full all the time.

Just seeing her smile makes people feel satisfied and have no worries.

Rong Ting looked at her smilingly walking towards him, and his heart softened for a while.

"Miss Hu is gone?" he asked softly.

"She's gone." Jiang Rao thought about what Hutang mentioned earlier, her smile faded, and she asked very seriously, "Those colleagues of yours, left you and left?"

"I'm not in the way, but you were supposed to accompany Miss Hu to the bookstore, but I was delayed..." Rong Ting was worried, his eyes fixed on Jiang Rao.

"I asked Yu'er to follow her. If the owner of the bookstore doesn't sell her the military book, Yu'er will buy it for her. I'll accompany you around here, it won't get in the way."

She asked Rong Ting, "Why are you suddenly in the mood to come to Sanqing Temple?"

Most of the people who come to the temple to donate incense are asking for something.

But she didn't know what he wanted.

It is clear that everything depends on itself.

"Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites have set our wedding date on the seventh day of the eighth lunar month. I beg that the day will be sunny."

He paused for a while, and Jiang Rao was slightly startled by the sudden words.

"Please that day the cloud is the cloud you like, and the wind is the wind you like."

He had a smile on his face when he said this.

When he laughed lightly, the deep laughter made Jiang Rao's heart tremble.

A few days ago, she also heard the news from someone sent from the palace.

But the news that came out of someone else's mouth was completely different from what Rong Ting told her in person.

Some subtle perceptions are magnified a hundredfold.

Jiang Rao raised her eyes and met his eyes suddenly, looking at his smiling face that was prettier than anyone else, but she didn't know what to say, she hurriedly avoided her eyes, and said stumblingly , "But, wait for more than two hundred days."

"Two hundred and nine days."

Jiang Rao looked away, so flustered that she didn't know what to answer.

Maybe his eyes were too deep, and the way he stared at her... Invisibly made her feel like she was stared at by him that night.

A sense of oppression from nowhere.

She bit her lip, walked around behind him, and pushed his wheelchair. She couldn't see his expression, and the rhythm of the snare drum finally stabilized.

Rong Ting couldn't see her, so he looked at her shadow on the ground, with his head lowered, looking at the back, he looked a little cute.

Jiang Rao pushed him all the way to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall, and was a little curious as he walked, "Have you never been here once before?"

Even the princes in the palace, before the autumn hunting, when offering sacrifices, may come here to pray for themselves and their families. This kind of experience, let alone princes, there are no rich or poor in front of the Buddha, and every family in Jinling has children. , there is such a chance.

Rong Ting just shook his head.

Jiang Rao was stabbed in his heart.

She knew a little about him when he was a child. She was frail and sickly, and she was said to be surly. She was often locked up, and she must have missed many banquets.

But she never thought that he would not even go into the temple to pray for himself.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall arrived, she pretended to help him out, so as not to be seen by the fact that his leg injury was healed, she helped him onto the futon, watched his tall figure go down, and bowed to the gods.

Thinking of what he asked for,

Jiang Rao's ears turned a little red, and while Rong Ting was worshipping inside, she waited outside the hall first.

Rong Ting's long hair that was tied down fell on his shoulders, and his face was as delicate as jade. He knocked down and raised his head again. In his hazel pupils, his eyes looked more pious than anyone in the hall.

When he was desperate as a child, he also prayed to the gods, but he never responded again and again, and his expectations were so exhausted.

From then on, he no longer looked down on these so-called so-called gods, who would believe in them, but they were just stupid mortals who were weak enough to entrust their fate in the hands of mud embryos.

Now there is something in heart that want so much.

Only then did he know that he was just a mortal.

stupid mortal.

Insatiable mortal.

...

After the incense stick was burned out, Jiang Rao just came back from outside the hall. She had a string of Buddha beads in her hand. After returning, the cat glanced at it. When the people in the hall were all gone, she passed the bead through Rong Ting's left hand and pushed it. to his wrist.

Jiang Rao helped him to wear it, and the movement was a little slow when tying the buckle. "When I was a child, when I went to a temple, my elders would often buy me such gadgets, wear them for a few days, and then take them off when they get tired of wearing them."

She is small, and she is here to pretend to be an elder. "You wear this, and when you are tired, take it off."

But the role of this elder made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"If only my father hadn't left the Beijing Yunyou back then."

Maybe she could see him earlier in exchange for not going out for a tour in Beijing.

Even without those dreams, she would always reach out to help.

Anyway, it can make him feel better when he is young.

Rong Ting lowered his head and glanced at the new thing that appeared on his wrist for the first time.

This red sandalwood Buddha bead is dark in color, strung with red threads, and worn on his wrist, it can block some old scars.

He didn't care about those scars very much. He looked at this string of small beads, which had a common meaning to other children, and his eyes were strange and blank, but he did care.

"If you get tired of this, there will be nothing new." His head drooped even lower, and his face between a teenager and a young man was green and clean.

Jiang Rao shook his head, "There will be new ones."

She didn't think that he was her golden thigh at this moment, and she didn't think of him as the ninth master in her dream. He is Rong Ting, so she wants to give him these things that he has never had, as long as she has it, as long as she is there.

Rong Ting was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Just now... Miss Hu seems to be a little dissatisfied with me."

The voice is mute.

He knew that he was wrong, but the more he felt unable to let go, the more he wanted to make her unique to him.

Just look at him.

Don't look at others.

If this thought is exposed, let her see clearly, what he asked before the Buddha, what will happen in the end...

As soon as he thought of this, he began to have a headache.

Rong Ting's eyelids were lowered, and his demeanor was modest and docile. Against the background of several stone Buddhas behind him, he was like a piece of warm jade.

Those stone Buddhas were always smiling, as if they were sure that no one would play tricks in front of the Buddha statues.

"I know it's my fault. You shouldn't be with me, but with her."

"Even if you don't come to accompany me, I won't be demanding. After all, I'm causing you trouble..."

"No." Hearing his guilt again, Jiang Rao frowned and stopped him, her tone was decisive, "You are not my trouble."

"You only have five or six days off in a month. I can stay with Hutang when you're not on vacation. She won't care about me just because this afternoon is missing."

She thought about it carefully, tilted her head, and felt that Rong Ting's problem of overthinking should be cured. She said to him very seriously: "Even if you are worried that she will be angry with me, I will accompany her more in the future. Just make up for it.”

Rong Ting: "..."

"You don't have to worry." Jiang Rao made another stab.