Li Ren looked at the seventeenth prince with a respectful attitude and bowed slightly, but what the seventeenth prince said was not what the seventeenth prince wanted to hear, "His Royal Highness, please come back. The emperor specially instructed him not to see you. ."

The seventeenth prince was a little surprised and chased after Li Ren, "Father-in-law, why..."

Li Ren's footsteps paused slightly, watching the Seventeenth Prince shook his head, and still left.

After Li Ren left, the face of the seventeenth prince sank, and he lowered his head and stared at the top of the boot, with a bit of loneliness and grievance in his eyes.

Why didn't the father see him?

He knows the changes in the situation in the palace, knows his current situation, and knows that today is different from the past, but...

Everything he got since he was a child is the best. Among all the princes and princesses, he is the only one who has been accompanied and cared for the longest by his father. His mother treats him harshly, but his father occasionally condone him. He always thought, He is the father's favorite youngest child.

Even though his mother had been imprisoned in the Splendid Palace for so long, he was anxious but still determined in his heart. When the time passed and the father calmed down, he pleaded for mercy, and the father would be able to release his mother.

I can't even see you today.

He was as stiff as a stone, standing on the palace road.

The confidant who was behind him saw that almost all of his thoughts were written on his face, so he lowered his voice and reminded: "Your Highness should be calm."

There were footsteps on the side.

The seventeenth prince looked up and saw that Liao Qiubai, who was wearing a dark official uniform, was walking to the palace with others. He informed Li Ren and entered the palace smoothly.

He didn't know about the relationship between Liao Qiubai and Rong Ting before, but now he knew that Liao Qiubai was Rong Ting's staff. This scene fell into his eyes, and it was extremely dazzling.

The father didn't see him, but he saw Rong Ting's staff... Obviously, the father used to ignore his ninth brother.

The seventeenth prince's hand on the bottom of his sleeve clenched reluctantly, his knuckles trembling, he asked his confidant in a cold voice, "Where is King Qi now?"

...

On the mountainside of Raogu Mountain, inside Zhuangzi.

Jiang Rao slept for a whole day, and when he woke up, it was already dusk.

She slowly blinked her eyes twice, and looked outside along the sunlight pouring in along the panes.

There is a faint light in the eyes, the sunlight outside the window is not bright enough, it is dark, and the tail of the light is dragged very long, hitting the treetops, like a layer of gilded tulle on the tree.

sunset?

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and last night it flooded back into her mind like a tide in a short period of time.

At the end of the morning, she was dizzy, as if she had been carried back to the bedroom by him.

As soon as the memory came back into the cage, Jiang Rao's face instantly turned red.

She moved her body, I don't know which piece of meat on the stomach was pulled, the discomfort in the lower abdomen was very strong, except for the discomfort, the body was a little cold, it seemed that some plaster was applied, Jiang Rao hissed and lowered his head He glanced at himself, his body was cleaned up, and the places where the red marks had been pinched, Wei Wei could smell the medicine, and suddenly heard a slight sound by the bed, Jiang Rao tilted her head, and saw that she was approaching the bed side figure.

He leaned on the bed and looked at her, his body seemed to be kneeling or half-kneeling on the ground, or maybe half-squatting, always keeping his posture very low, looking at her from her angle, he could only see his face.

The evening sky was dim, and there was little dust floating in the sunlight, and the light made the outline of his face blurred.

When he saw her awake, Rong Ting's eyes moved, and he pursed his lips. He was so presumptuous on the couch. When he got to the bottom of the couch, he was an honest man, his fingers resting on the edge of the bed, and when Jiang Rao woke up, he gently Reaching out his hand, he tentatively touched Jiang Rao's cheek.

He looked like he was waiting for Jiang Rao to speak before he spoke again, waiting for the hair to fall.

As soon as Jiang Rao's eyes came into contact with his slender fingers, it was as if he had touched a scorching spark and was scalded away as quickly as possible.

In the past, she liked to look at his hands. They were slender and slender, but they didn't lose their strength. Although there were scars on the back of the hands, they didn't hinder the overall beauty.

Last night, her hand was so firmly pressed by him that she couldn't move, and she only knew how much strength he had hidden in his seemingly strong hand.

Looks turned out to be just looks.

Jiang Rao didn't really want to ignore him, so she turned over and turned her back to him.

No matter how good you are on weekdays.

How many times she said no at night, he only cared about his own brute force and didn't listen at all.

Rong Ting watched the little girl turn her back to him, her eyes darkened slightly, realizing that no one looked at his expression, her thin lips pursed slightly, she stretched out her hand, and pressed it against Jiang Rao's waist.

In the first few years of his illness, he had nowhere to seek medical advice. He had read several medical books and knew where to press the button that would help ease Jiang Rao's fatigue and fatigue. Lightweight."

Jiang Rao realized that his fingers had fallen on her waist, and her heart tightened. She noticed that his movements were not contaminated with sex. Her body gradually relaxed and she did not look back.

Her waist suddenly tightened, and the couch

The person guarding her suddenly sighed, with a strong grievance in her voice, "This time every year..."

"Could it be that if you want my innocence, you don't plan to look at me again?"

His words made her sound like a scum who was always in chaos.

Jiang Rao finally turned around helplessly and looked at Rong Ting.

Her voice was light, with exhaustion and blame, "I'm tired."

"It's time to get up."

Rong Ting coaxed her softly, picked her up with the quilt in a good temper, carried her to the dressing table, and waited on her to dress and wash.

When the maid came to help Jiang Rao with the care a few days ago, he watched from the side.

It was only a few short times, but he let him learn all the techniques of servant girls to serve people.

Jiang Rao looked at herself in the mirror, her eyelids were slightly swollen, and there was still the flush left from last night's tears.

No matter how easy the powder is on weekdays, it can't cover the redness of her eyes.

She has always loved beauty, and being tossed like this made her a little annoyed. She was about to lose her temper when she looked in the mirror at the person standing behind her who was combing her hair.

He combed her hair in a strict manner, and compared with the sophisticated maids around her, he couldn't tell who was superior and who was inferior.

After combing her hair, the maid presented pear soup to moisten her throat.

Jiang Rao drank half a bowl, and her hoarse voice became smooth, and it was not so difficult to speak.

She said to Rong Ting sitting on the opposite side of her with good deliberation: "In the future, we can't do this again."

Rong Ting didn't seem to understand, so he pressed his face and asked, "How about not?"

Jiang Rao: "..."

"It can't be white/Japanese/proclaimed/promiscuous." She expected him to understand at one point, but he looked ignorant and ignorant. Jiang Rao gritted his teeth and said word by word, and her ears became a little red as she spoke.

Rong Ting saw that Jiang Rao was serious, the tips of his ears were replaced by some shiny powder, he nodded with a smile on his lips.

Seeing that he was actually smiling, Jiang Rao was very worried, frowned slightly, and asked, "Do you really remember?"

She didn't feel relieved until she heard Rong Ting's assurance with her own ears.

Jiang Rao had been groggy all day, she woke up too late, not long after waking up, it was night in the blink of an eye.

It got dark, and the light was swallowed by the darkness.

After sleeping for a long time during the day, Jiang Rao was not very sleepy at night. Looking at the jar of wine on the table in the room, she suddenly felt a subtle sense of weirdness in her heart.

While she felt that she was taking advantage of her slightly drunkenness, she could not resist the temptation of his calamitous color, and that she was not qualitative enough, but at the same time, she felt that he had firmly controlled everything she wanted to do.

But thinking about it again, he didn't force her to drink or do those shameful things. He clearly gave her the right to make a choice.

Jiang Rao suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

After all, she was already married, which she was willing to do, except that she was exhausted, and there was nothing bad about it. especially……

The first time she took the initiative, and later she condoned him... She couldn't take all the advantages by herself, and then settle accounts after the fact.

Jiang Rao relieved herself once, and didn't want to see this jar again, which made her think about a lot of wine.

She dug out this wine from under the plum tree, and wanted to re-seal it back under the plum tree. She asked Ming Shao to bring a hoe and go with her to bury the wine under the plum tree. Looking at the sky, the moon and stars were sparse, and the sky was full of stars. She couldn't help thinking that if only she could come here every year from now on.

It's a pity that she never dreamed of who Emperor Zhaowu finally passed the throne to, but no matter if she had dreamed it or not, her life would be lived by taking a step by step and moving forward slowly. Instead, she wants to do her best to protect what she wants to protect.

...

Half a month passed by in the blink of an eye. Not long after they left Xingzhuang, sisters Hu Li and Hu Tang came to King Qi’s mansion to find Jiang Rao. Looking up, down, left and right, Jiang Rao was a little embarrassed, and called out "Tang'er" softly.

Hutang is used to being faceless and skinless. She had never seen Mrs. Jiang Rao's bun before, but now she sees it, she just feels fresh and said with a smile, "You look so good now."

Hu Li said on the side, "If you are envious of others getting married, you should promise the marriage that your mother found for you."

It has been a year since Hu Li was married, and Hu Tang's marriage is still unresolved. Not only Mrs. Hu is worried about this, but Hu Li also begins to worry about it.

Hutang pouted, covering her ears, not wanting to listen, "I haven't married the son of Zhang family, he already has a concubine by his side, I'm afraid I'll get angry a few days after I get married. Hit people."

"If you say this, no one who has a concubine in Jinling will be able to marry, and you really won't be able to find a good husband."

Hu Tang snorted twice, turned her head and ignored Hu Li, and moved closer to Jiang Rao.

Hu Li took Jiang Rao's hand and pulled Jiang Rao to her side in a fit of anger, and joked to Jiang Rao, "Don't hang out with this bastard again, sooner or later, she will lead her badly."

Hu Li lowered her eyes at this time and glanced at Jiang Rao's wrist. She was originally laughing at her sister, but she was suddenly surprised.

She took advantage of the situation and pressed Jiang Rao's sleeve down, looking at the red marks on the snow-white wrist, Hu Li had already married someone, and she knew at a glance what the red mark was, and her face was a little red. , quietly pulled Jiang Rao close to her ear, and whispered softly, "You... I have some good jade grease in my place, but do you want to find a maid to bring it for you?"

Jiang Rao pulled up her sleeve embarrassedly, and said with a blushing face, "I used medicine."

It is easy to leave marks when her skin is touched. At that time, Rong Ting liked to hold her wrist the most. Today, she was careless. She wore a snow-colored wide-sleeved ru skirt. Hu Li saw the red mark on her wrist.

Thinking that Hu Li might have seen something, Jiang Raohuan was so ashamed that he wanted to find a place to bury himself.

"Did you use the medicine?" Hu Li exclaimed, "His Royal Highness King Qi seems to be a gentle person, why is he so carefree?"

The circle of crimson pressed on Jiang Rao's wrist, which was very obvious. Although Jiang Rao didn't feel pain, people didn't know how she felt, and they only felt shocked.

Hu Li felt distressed for Jiang Rao, frowned, unable to suppress the volume of the voice for a while, the tone was a bit heavy, Jiang Rao subconsciously wanted to refute, but paused, but couldn't say a word of refutation.

It does seem to be gentle, and it is indeed neither light nor heavy.

She was also a little curious. It was the man who looked like this when he arrived on the bed. Otherwise, it was just that Rong Ting was like this...

Otherwise, he was extraordinarily obedient and obedient during the day, and he was obedient to her, so why did he change his face at night?