After coming out of the flower-selling grandma, Jiang Rao weighed the full flower basket in her hand. Although it was not in the way, she just seemed to be wandering on the street, asking passers-by for something. The person fooled and divided the bought plum blossoms among the maids. Seeing that the small bamboo basket was about to end, a slender hand stretched out from behind and took the bamboo basket away from her.

She turned her head, Rong Ting lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the flower basket. The flower basket looked big in her hand, but it looked small when he held it.

He swept away all the fallen leaves in the outer courtyard of Grandma's Courtyard, and came out one step later than Jiang Rao.

Rong Ting lowered his head and looked at it with a sloppy gaze. There were not a few plum blossoms left in the basket, and then looking at the few plum blossoms in the hands of the maids, he pouted, "I want it too."

Jiang Rao looked at his persistent eyes and realized that he wanted flowers.

She never thought that he would be interested in flowers and plants, but with his demeanor at the moment, anyone could tell that he really wanted it.

Jiang Rao laughed, and put a few flowers in his hand into the basket in his hand.

Rong Ting followed behind her, both satisfied and dissatisfied in his eyes.

Instead, he thought that the plum blossoms she gave to those maids were much prettier than the ones left in the basket. He was like a person trapped in a desert who could never stop his thirst. He slowly followed behind Jiang Rao, she was smaller than him. He took a big step and caught up with ease. He raised his hand and put down the yarn on Jiang Rao's cone hat.

Jiang Rao was drinking water in the courtyard just now, Jiang Rao put down the gauze on the cone hat, and the old woman finally saw Jiang Rao's face and kept holding Jiang Rao's hand to praise her for her beauty. Rong Ting was left out in the cold. Can't wait for his little girl to look at him.

He wanted to put the gauze down then.

Since she doesn't look at him, don't look at anything else, and don't be seen by others.

After forbearance until now, finally getting what he wanted, Rong Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Rao's vision was blocked by the cone hat, she didn't realize what Rong Ting was thinking, her vision darkened, and her hand naturally placed on Rong Ting's arm, which was very close to her.

Her unguarded approach made Rong Ting more and more aware of the vileness in his bones, but Jiang Rao's soft hugging action made him not have the slightest reflection and repentance.

Jiang Rao was afraid that what she said would be heard by others, so she tried to get as close to Rong Ting's ear as possible. When Rong Ting saw that she had something to say, she stopped and bent down. Jiang Rao put her hand on his ear and whispered, " Granny just now told me that the owner of the inn that caught fire had a cousin who was a clerk in the yamen, and he had a good relationship with several clerks in the yamen. If you follow them, you might be able to find the inner ghost in the yamen."

She was afraid of being heard, so she spoke in a low voice, but her voice was full of excitement, as if she had found something good, and her joy was beyond words. Although her upbringing prevented her from taking the initiative to ask for a compliment, no matter who she was, she could learn from it. There was pride and smugness in her tone, obviously wanting to be praised.

After Rong Ting listened to her words, although he didn't speak, he gave a deep smile.

The drowned innkeeper, he had already figured out the details, and what she had heard was only a small part of it.

But he didn't say "I already knew" such disappointing words. After she finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand, put it on her cone hat and touched her head softly, her voice line up. Low and indulgent, "Got it."

He bowed his head down even lower, and spoke close to Jiang Rao's ear, "I just came out of the yamen, and the magistrate invited me to sit in his mansion. It's almost time, why don't I just pass now."

When he straightened up, Jiang Rao touched her earlobe. Although Rong Ting's breath was far away, she seemed to be able to hear his deep voice instead, and the tips of her ears were a little hot.

The magistrate's mansion was in the city. When Rong Ting and Jiang Rao went together, the magistrate was waiting for them outside the mansion early.

The magistrate's surname was Zuo, he was about 30 years old, and he had a gentle appearance. When he saw Rong Ting and Jiang Rao coming, he looked respectful and polite.

He welcomed the two into the mansion, first went to the study with Rong Ting, and asked the maid to bring Jiang Rao to the guest room for tea and snacks.

Jiang Rao stayed in the guest room, the magistrate's wife was not there, and the servant girl in the house greeted her.

The maid kept apologizing to Jiang Rao and explained that Jiang Rao knew that the magistrate's wife went outside to buy jewelry, so she didn't care, but the maid here did not know that she was ordered by the master. So, hospitable.

It was just that the hostess was absent, so it was not considered a poor reception.

But she said she didn't care, and those maids still looked guilty. They brought tea and snacks, and their attitude was too earnest, making her like a grandmother who wanted to spend money to buy flowers but couldn't give them out. don't know what to do. To cope, was busy with tea and a snack.

Rice noodles are mixed into the tea, not only not bitter, but rather sweet.

Jiang Rao took a sip, her eyes lit up, and she drank a few more sips. The little maids who were attentively surrounding her saw that she really liked it, so they dispersed.

The maids of the house dispersed, and the corner of the table suddenly moved. Jiang Rao lowered her head and saw a little boy in a dark blue jacket with a long-life lock on his neck coming out from under the table. She stopped drinking tea. A maid hurried over, picked up the little boy, and kept apologizing to Jiang Rao, "Miss Jiang, this is my young master, I don't know the etiquette, please forgive me in exchange."

The little boy has small hands and small feet. His hands and feet look no larger than half the size of the maid who is hugging her. Although he is not fat, he will be carried away if he has small hands. Want something on a wooden table.

Jiang Rao looked at what he could see, then glanced at the things on the square table, and moved the plate of snacks on the table in front of him. The little boy immediately broke free from the maid's hand and climbed to the other side of the table by himself. On the lap chair, it was obvious that the action was to grab a snack to eat.

But he stopped in mid-air, and politely asked Jiang Rao, "This guest, may this snack be used by me?"

Jiang Rao laughed, "You can use it."

Naturally, she wouldn't stop him. Facing such a young, cute-looking child, she couldn't help but want to hug him.

The child took a piece of dessert and ate it. Although the movement of breaking into the guest room was a bit abrupt, but eating it was gentle and delicate, in exchange for making people see Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao was drinking tea and watching him eat snacks.

The maid was a little embarrassed, "The master and his wife didn't treat him badly on weekdays. They were just afraid that he would have a toothache and told him to eat less sugar. He didn't expect that he was caught by the scent and ran all the way to the girl."

"It's fine." She beckoned the maid to get closer to her, and asked softly, "Your madam, how many snacks do you allow him to use on weekdays?"

"It's okay to exchange two or three dollars."

Jiang Rao looked at the little boy who was holding a piece of dim sum, biting it carefully, and changed it to the little boy who didn't finish it, and said to the maid, "Since he is afraid of his toothache, don't ask him to use too many dim sum, and at this moment, we will remove the dim sum. Go down."

The maid nodded and removed the dessert plate from the table.

The child only used a piece of Hundred Flowers Cake, and the dessert plate disappeared, showing grievances in his eyes. Jiang Rao was used to dealing with Jiang Jinxing. The willfulness of the child in front of her was not half of that of her younger brother when he was young. When your mouth is about to cry, reach out with your hand.

A clean handkerchief was unfolded in the palm of her hand, and on the handkerchief lay a small piece of Hundred Flower Cake that she had put away first.

"For you."

The child took the Hundred Flower Cake and burst into tears.

Jiang Rao

Seeing that the tricks he used to deal with his younger brother worked, he smiled even sweeter, and chatted with the magistrate's son: "How old are you?"

The child stretched out a small hand with five fingers out to her.

The maid told Jiang Rao, "The young master is three years old."

There is a precedent for Jiang Jinxing, a four-year-old who can provoke the dogs on the street to chase him and bite. Jiang Rao likes this child who will find a bench and eat Hundred Flower Cake obediently by himself.

After eating the cake, the child looked at the cone hat that Jiang Rao was wearing, and asked childishly, "This is the guest room, do you want to take off the hat?"

When he just came in, the magistrate went directly to the study with Rong Ting, and did not say hello to Jiang Rao, Jiang Rao did not take off the cone hat, plus he was used to wearing it, and never took it off, but looked at the child with full of eyes. Curious, she couldn't bear to disappoint him, she raised her hand and took off her hat, she asked him, "What's your name?"

She looked outside, there was no movement of Rong Ting coming out of the study in the yard, she was a little disappointed, and continued to talk with the magistrate's son.

The child looked at Jiang Rao's face, blinked, and suddenly jumped off the armchair, sat cross-legged at Jiang Rao's feet, and was very close to Jiang Rao, "Zuo Jixuan."

Zuo Jixuan.

His voice was milky, and every word was long and soft.

Jiang Rao looked down at him. From this angle, the child's cheeks were white and soft, and the powder was as glutinous as glutinous rice cakes that had just been steamed. Her heart softened and she asked him, "Are you good at writing? "

The child nodded seriously, "Yes."

He raised his face proudly and added, "I can write better."

Jiang Rao smiled knowingly and spread out her palms towards him, "Would you like to write your name to my sister?"

The child still nodded, and said that I knew everything, but he didn't stretch out his hand, and the maid on the side laughed, "Girl, don't pay attention to our young master, he can only write some simple words, I'm afraid the name is It will be incomplete. He likes to talk to beautiful girls the most, you must ignore him, or when you leave, the young master is afraid that he will cry again. "

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, she had never seen a child with such a temperament before, and she forgot to take her hand back.

The maid's words made Zuo Jixuan annoyed in his heart, he said "I can write" in a dissatisfied and conceited voice, raised his finger, and put it in Jiang Rao's palm.

But before he put his finger on it, Jiang Rao's hand was grabbed by another person. She raised her eyes and saw Rong Ting.

Rong Ting just came out of the study, followed by the magistrate here.

The county picked up her son, Jiang Rao looked at the person who was holding his hand, although he looked kind and smiling, but his eyes were dark, he brought something she couldn't see clearly, and he held her hand to lift her from the seat. From then on, the magistrate was anxious to discuss matters with Rong Ting, but Jiang Rao failed to greet him properly. Rong Ting pulled Jiang Rao up, looked at the magistrate, and introduced to Jiang Rao, "Nian Nian, this is Lord Zuo."

Jiang Rao didn't look directly at the magistrate, but her gaze stayed on Rong Ting's face for a moment.

Although he had a smile on his lips, his eyes were slightly cold when he glanced at the magistrate's son. It was obviously a very beautiful complexion, but it was like a rose with thorns.