He was still half-kneeling in front of Jiang Rao, a little shorter than Jiang Rao who was sitting on the bench in the carriage, looking up at Jiang Rao, the tiger's mouth of the other hand was stuck between Jiang Rao's waist and five fingers. pinched her waist.

Jiang Rao's heart pounded in her chest, and each breath became short. Her face was dazzlingly white against the dark light of the carriage. Her face was flushed, and she was completely emotional.

Her moist and watery eyes were like the grass that had just rained on the river bank, foggy and naive and charming, only she didn't know it, she stared at Rong Ting in a trance. Rong Ting's eyes were dark, and the pressure that was neither light nor heavy on the tip of her ear increased by two points.

Jiang Rao's ears numb, and she subconsciously wants to hide back, but her back has long been pressed against the wall of the carriage, and she has changed a hand to stop him on her waist, and she has nowhere to go. Dodging the irritating itch on her ear, she could only move forward. She twisted her body uneasily, and almost collided with him in front of her as she moved forward, as if she was actively trying to kiss him.

Jiang Rao's ears were gradually red and blood dripping. She followed the gesture of bowing her head shamelessly, lowered her head severely and hid her face in his shoulder, and whispered "Yes".

Her voice felt long and long and lacked strength when she heard it, afraid that he would not be able to hear it and made it louder, "Yes"

She is not a flower-selling grandma, and she doesn't want good things from others.

What he gave her was what she wanted.

She's greedy, but she's honest, clearing her throat a third time, "Yes."

There was a low chuckle in her ear.

Rong Ting didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.

But Jiang Raohuan could tell her indulgence from his low-pitched laughter.

If he hadn't kissed her suddenly, she would definitely have added a domineering sentence, since she agreed, she would not be able to go back on it.

But her heart was beating too fast at the moment, and when he thought of her intention to ask for a kiss, he couldn't lift her head at all, let alone domineering.

No wonder he could see it.

The way she closed her eyes just now, I am afraid that she has seen it personally and can see what she means.

How could she be mad at him every day?

The carriage jolted a few times, but Jiang Rao still clutched Rong Ting's shirt tightly and buried her face in his arms. The carriage stopped and never raised her head.

Rong Ting tilted his head and glanced at her.

He couldn't see her face, only her earlobes were getting redder and redder.

Lost the earlobe of the earring, originally white

Clean, like pomegranates in late autumn in the end, red inside and out.

He gently raised the corners of his lips, slowly released the hand holding her earlobe, stretched back along her neck to support her head, hugged her, turned around, and changed positions with her, he sat for a long time on the stool, and she could only sit in his arms.

This turmoil made Jiang Rao raised his head and opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that his face was very close to her. The long eyelashes seemed to be able to sweep across her face. Jiang Rao's breathing stagnated. Close your eyes.

This time, definitely not.

She had just made up her mind when the wagon turned a little more bumpy, she swayed down and he moved forward, her lips pressed against his chin.

Although it was just a little bit of water, it made Jiang Rao's shoulders stiff for a while, and glanced at the way his cold and white cheeks were dyed crimson after her frivolity, and he choked and said, "I'm not..."

She was only halfway through explaining her words, Rong Ting raised his chin and looked at her, "Are you kissing in the wrong place again?"

He chuckled lightly, but with a full smile, a kind of guilt that didn't bring much introspection, "I didn't teach it well."

His slender, jade-like fingers lifted gracefully and gently, pressing the pulp of his fingers against the center of his thin lips, giving a hint of a slight tap.

They were so close that Jiang Rao could even see his Adam's apple moving slightly with his breathing.

His invitation was more open than hers, but it was to hang her heart, it was wrong to kiss, and it was wrong not to kiss.

It seemed that she was slutty, not kissing... She was just hesitating, waiting there, a sad look was already on his face, his brows were frowning in disappointment, and even the fingers on his lips were showing. Out of a bit by the grievances of being left out.

The carriage stopped outside the inn and helped Jiang Rao stop the torture.

Jiang Rao got off the carriage in sweat, feeling some regret and some happiness in her heart.

She took a deep breath under the cone hat and walked into the inn with a pretense of composure.

Ming Shao got off the carriage at the back, watched Jiang Rao smoosh away like a headless fly and walked several steps in the opposite direction of the inn, caught up with her from a distance, and held Jiang Rao dumbfoundedly: "Miss , where are you going?"

Jiang Rao was pulled by Ming Shao and turned around, but when he turned his eyes, he first caught Rong Ting getting off the carriage. He was naturally not like her, he wore a cone hat on his head, although the sky outside was also gloomy, it was better than her. The narrow and dark space in the carriage was full of light, and when she looked over, she could see that there was a very light crimson on his face, like an immortal who had entered the world, and his skin was cold as snow, but that blushing immediately turned him away. The stop was very correct and there were only eight points left.

Only she knew how the missing two points were gone.

Jiang Rao lowered her head, not only did she feel guilty for not having the upper hand, but in her heart... she was a little pleased.

The color character is the first knife, and her experience of this kind of advice to men is getting deeper and deeper every day.

Rong Ting sent Jiang Rao back to the inn and went back to the county office again.

Jiang Rao walked slowly to the inn, Ming Shao followed her and asked curiously, "Have you found out about the fire?"

Jiang Rao nodded, and weighed it in her heart. She didn't have to hide from Ming Shao for some words, "It's almost the investigation."

Ming Shao rolled up her sleeves, "Did we run into a black shop? Did the unscrupulous boss recognize the girl's identity and want to kill her for money?"

"That's all for the past." Jiang Rao noticed that someone was walking beside her, but she didn't say the queen's name. She tapped Ming Shao's cuff and motioned her to roll up her sleeves. She rolled up her sleeves like a Looking for someone to go desperately, I'm afraid I'll scare the maids who pass by.

Yu'er, who was staying in the inn, walked over quickly and was surprised when she saw Ming Shao, Jiang Rao smiled, "If you have anything, just tell me."

Yu'er stepped forward and said, "Girl, when you were away just now, someone came out of nowhere, saying that it was a relative of the drowned boss, who came to make trouble, arguing that the fire had nothing to do with the boss, and wanted to ask for it. a statement."

When Jiang Rao came back, the door of the inn was clean, and there was no sign of the troublemaker.

She looked back and looked there again.

I didn't pay attention at first, but now pay attention to it, but on the ground in front of the inn, saw traces of being scratched.

Yu'er rubbed the back of her hand, and complained, "Just now they were prevented from entering by the yamen, and they threw a lot of stones in it. According to the servants, those people may not be relatives of the innkeeper, and they kept saying that they should be fair. Every sentence is inseparable from a word of money, wanting the girl to lose money, the slave and the servant took a long time to clean the yard back to its original appearance. It is thanks to the people from the yamen that they are stationed here, so they don’t make much trouble. It slipped away with its tail, otherwise the stones in this yard will not be cleared all day long, and someone else may be injured."

Although Jiang Rao was not present, he probably thought of the appearance of those people just now making trouble.

She could feel the pain of losing their family,

But he frowned and said slowly, "The boss is self-inflicted, and they shouldn't come to us for justice."

If they really want to be fair, maybe they owe her instead.

She and her younger brother, with those entourages, almost died in the sea of ​​​​fire. If it wasn't for Fu Da's life to escape from the sea of ​​​​fire, these people would cry and rush for justice for them?

Some people only feel pain when the knife falls on them.

Jiang Rao instructed, "Go and check, if the drowning boss has any raised children or dead parents, secretly find someone to give them some money."

"But remember, you have to find someone to deliver it to them in person. Some of those who came to make trouble just now are obviously only here for money, so they cannot take advantage of it. If you really want to give it, don't say it's us. given."

Yu'er nodded and left with Jiang Rao's instructions, Ming Shao discussed with Jiang Rao, "Girl, although there are people from the yamen watching here, but this slave thinks that it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, if the people from the yamen are negligent, Maybe someone will come to make trouble again. It's better for the girl to see each other early to see the right day, go back to Jinling as soon as possible, anyway, the person you are looking for has also been found."

"No hurry." Jiang Rao smiled slowly, "The fire has escaped, so I'm afraid those relatives will fail?"

She said: "I'm afraid they will cause trouble, stay in the inn well, and don't go out."

She herself was also afraid of these troubles, but when she thought of Rong Ting here, those fears disappeared.

Just now he took her back to the inn, and he went to the county office again. It was estimated that he had not checked the place clearly, or he had not been able to interrogate the evidence. Maybe it would not be possible to change in the next two days. She returned to Jinling, but in If you are going to be married in the boudoir, it is better to be here. It is not as strict as Jinling's strict etiquette, unrestrained, and you can meet a few more times.

A figure with old clothes flashed under the corridor. Jiang Rao followed the figure and asked Ming Shao, "Is that Huaiqing?"

Ming Shao nodded, Jiang Rao had already seen that the person was Huaiqing, and walked quickly to the corridor and stopped him, "Huaiqing, what you are holding in your hand is the clothes that your Ninth Highness changed from. ?"

She looked at the fabric and texture of the dress, "Is this the one that His Highness Ninth wore yesterday?"

"Do you want to get the washing machine by the well?" After Huai Qing nodded, Jiang Rao asked again.

After getting a positive answer again, Jiang Rao smiled, blinked, and looked at Huai Qing, "Why don't you give me this dress."

Jiang Rao said sincerely, "I will help His Highness Ninth clean up."

Mrs. Zuo said she is good at cooking

The embroidery is good, she thought about it, although she can't know what Madam Zuo knows, but she can know a little bit.

Although she is different from most girls in the world, she does not have the skills of embroidery and cooking, but she also has what she is good at and can do.

Just washing clothes, it is easier to learn than cooking and embroidery.

Jiang Rao looked at Huaiqing with hope.

Huai Qing was stunned for a while, clutching the clothes, but her face became extremely embarrassed.

He stayed by Rong Ting's side in the morning and knew everything that happened during the day.

Chang moved the streets and alleys, Rong Ting taught the scoundrels on the street, and later went to Jiang Raoqian, changed the blood-stained shirt, and handed it to him to take it back to wash-the shirt was in his hand at this moment. this.

If it hadn't been for someone who suddenly made trouble outside the inn, he paid attention to the situation outside and delayed for a while. He had already found someone to wash and dry the clothes. How could he have gotten it at this moment? If it was really handed over to Jiang Rao, let her discover something...

Huai Qing's face became even more ugly.

What he was holding was clearly a hot yam.

A piece of hot yam that must not be thrown out.