Rong Ting didn't blink, watching his dark guard stab the man with his sword, then turned around and boarded the carriage with Jiang Rao, who had his head tucked in his arms.

The blocker was subdued by the dark guards brought by Rong Ting.

The road gave way, and Wu Que drove the carriage towards Jinling City.

...

Inside the carriage.

As soon as Jiang Rao touched the stool, her body immediately shivered.

She was holding the purse tightly, Rong Ting squatted down, opened her fingers one by one, opened the purse and saw what was inside, the white powder... it was a drug.

He had previously noticed the extra purse and dagger on her body shortly after she returned to Beijing. He knew that she only wanted to protect herself, but he never thought of the reason to himself.

He knew that it was not a good thing for her to be with him, and she knew it in her heart.

She knew it in her heart, but she married him instead.

Rong Ting's breathing became heavier, it sounded like a sigh.

He threw his purse aside and took Jiang Rao's hand in his own.

Her palm was always warm, but this time it was colder than his.

Rong Ting rubbed her hands and breathed in the heat.

Jiang Rao's hands warmed up a little, she lowered her head, and her eyes fell on Rong Ting's face.

Although his clothes were stained with blood and dust, his face was clean, and even in the dark of night, it couldn't stop his handsome appearance.

On the other hand, she was dirty from head to toe.

Jiang Rao looked at the mud and ashes on her fingers, and she felt a little disgusted. She withdrew her hand, but was pulled back by Rong Ting.

"It's a bit dirty..." Jiang Rao said, and gradually disappeared.

She watched Rong Ting pull her hand towards him and put it inside his jacket.

His palms were cold, but his arms were warm, so warm that Jiang Rao's tears welled up and his eyes blurred again.

"Blame me for being too late." His tone of voice was arbitrary and domineering, but there was a bit of an attitude of admitting mistakes in his expression, which didn't sound like domineering.

Jiang Rao had no resentment in her heart at first, but after being coaxed by him like this, all the grievances came out. She was just sobbing in a low voice, but the tears suddenly poured out as if she didn't want money.

...

Aged hospital.

After Jiang Rao cleaned her body and face, she came out of the inner room. The ashes on her face and the top of her head were washed away, and her skin became as clear and clean as before, except that her eyes were lowered and looked like It's like being ill and not showing any signs of it.

She was afraid because of the experience just now, and she returned when she took a bath.

When I remembered that my life was on the line, my legs were shaking.

If it wasn't for Rong Ting's discovery earlier, she wouldn't know where she would be right now.

Jiang Rao walked out of the inner room with wet hair, Rong Ting took the towel that the maid was holding in the hand to wipe Jiang Rao, walked to Jiang Rao's side, took the person into his arms, and wiped her hair for her.

Jiang Rao sat in his arms, drooping his head as he wiped his hair.

She looks like a small person even with a shadow, with both hands on her knees, dignified and disciplined, quiet and obedient.

There were so many things in heart that wanted to ask.

Why are those thieves blocking the way? He should be in the palace, why did he know about her attack so quickly?

In other words, who are those Tsing Yi people, and why did they appear there so quickly...

The people in Tsing Yi appeared too early, and they seemed to be following her all the time.

While she was glad that he arrived in time, she was uneasy because of those Tsing Yi people with high martial arts skills.

She was so afraid of him at first, not only because of his terrible methods in the dream, but also because of... the desire for control.

In the first few consecutive dreams, she was detained by him and served by his side. No matter what time it was, there were always people around her who watched her and wouldn't let her escape. Those people followed her almost every step of the way, reporting her every move to him, almost driving her crazy!

Those people in Tsing Yi obviously listened to his dispatch.

Jiang Rao wanted to ask, but was afraid to ask.

Rong Ting just looked at her back, and could see that she had a lot of thoughts.

Originally looked petite, but now her shoulders are shrunk, as if she wants to shrink herself into a ball, which looks very distressing.

He paused as he wiped her hair for her, and took the initiative to mention, "Your maid has returned."

"She didn't run far away, and she didn't get hurt when she came back."

Jiang Rao raised her head gloomily and looked up at him.

He can arrange the things she cares about without her having to say anything.

He seemed to know what she cared about.

She wanted to ask about the people in Tsing Yi instead.

But not at the moment.

You don't have to ask him.

She thought about it again and again, and then she suppressed the affairs of the people in Tsing Yi, cleared her throat, and asked, "Those who are blocking the road are bandits, or someone else..."

"Not a bandit."

Certainly not a bandit.

Rao didn't have the slightest joy in guessing. Thinking of the scene where his carriage was stopped, she pursed her lips in anger and fear, and asked, "Who is that?"

"My seventeenth brother."

Jiang Rao pursed her lower lip.

Seventeen princes...

This method is too poisonous.

The person he found not only wanted her life, but also wanted to humiliate her reputation.

Not to mention that she is now married to Rong Ting, even if she has nothing to do with the royal family, she does not want the seventeenth prince to be the last to ascend the throne. Gratitude and grudge, she is also afraid that she will not have a good life in the future.

Although she didn't dream of who would eventually succeed the throne, she was certain that it would not be the Seventeenth Prince.

The Seventeenth Prince's fate was much worse than hers.

"You won't let him go, will you?"

She raised her face again and looked at Rong Ting.

Rong Ting laughed, what exactly did she think of him, she would think that his kindness had turned into weakness.

Obviously neither of those things had anything to do with him.

"Will not."

He looked down at her eyes, and after crying for a while, the bottom of his eyes changed to wet ruddy, and his breathing was very light and slow, one after another, the same as the breathing he had just started crying.

He suddenly regretted it.

It shouldn't have taken that man's life so easily.

Should be tortured harder.

At that time, Rong Yuan will have to suffer together.

"I'm afraid?" He calculated in his heart, but his voice was soft, and after listening carefully, he became a little hoarse, and there was a hostility in his eyes that could not be ignored.

Jiang Rao shook his head.

Although she shook her head, there was real fear in Xing Xing's eyes.

She discussed with Rong Ting, "Can the candles be lit all the time tonight?"

She was afraid instead.

In the darkness of the night, the eyes of the man in black looking at her with wicked and wanton eyes could not get rid of her mind.

Even if she knew that this person couldn't hurt her anymore, when she thought about it, she could think of how suffocated he was when he was cornered, and when she thought about it, she was still cold.

After being kidnapped as a child, she did not dare to come out at night for a long time.

She guessed that she would have to go out at night for a long time.

After Jiang Rao finished speaking, he added, "If the candle is too bright... I-I can go to the study."

Feeling too much.

"You don't have to go anywhere." Rong Ting said quietly.

He wished she would cause him more trouble.

She can always remember the good things others have given her.

that he

Give her enough and she will never leave him.

After wiping Jiang Rao's hair, he put the handkerchief aside, took out a few candlesticks from the drawer, lit them and placed them in the center of the hall, illuminating the whole room exceptionally bright.

Jiang Rao's original intention was to make the room bright, but she didn't expect him to make such a big fanfare. She looked at the row of candlesticks in the hall, bit her lip, and felt a little embarrassed. Make the bed.

Rong Ting looked at Jiang Rao's movements, paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Rao with a look of hesitating to speak.

Jiang Rao looked at him, and suddenly understood in her heart what was wrong with her actions.

Originally, she was arguing with him, but in the morning, she threatened to let him go to sleep in the study if he didn't care any more.

As a result, not only did she not rush people to the study at night, but she gave in instead.

A gesture of giving up his position and inviting him to come up.

Jiang Rao: "..."

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt.

Shame.

Now that he has lost face, he simply broke the jar and smashed it. Jiang Rao was a little annoyed, patted the quilt beside him, and said with a calm expression, "Come up."

It's just that her broken jar was broken, just this time.

When Rong Ting lay beside her, she wanted to roll over into his arms, and she began to recall her move of letting out the side of the bed just now.

Really embarrassing.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The candle was burning, but it was of no use. She didn't want to close her eyes very much, and lit her fingers on the bed, counting when Rong Ting would come over and pull her into his arms.

But her fingers were a little sore, and she was almost counting to one hundred, but she couldn't wait.

He clearly likes the person who holds her in his arms. Tonight she wants him to hold her, why did he hold back?

Jiang Rao continued to point and click with her fingers, wanting to move towards him, but she couldn't put down her shelf, so she lay upright on the inside of the bed, her eyes wide open, looking at the bed board, wanting to wait for the person beside her to go first. Fall asleep, and then sneak past.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that in normal days, she was often the one who went to bed first.

He wakes up first...

Therefore, most of the other couples have the man sleeping inside and the woman sleeping outside, so that they serve the man when they wake up in the morning. When they come to them, it is completely reversed.

Suddenly, a hand came across and shook it in front of her eyes.

Those finger bones are slender and have clear lines.

"Are you really not afraid?"

Rong Ting's voice sounded in her ears.

Jiang Rao tilted his head.

The tone of this rhetorical question was as if she had seen through just now that she was trying to be brave.

Even this thought was seen through, and her face was gone.

Jiang Rao was a little angry in her heart, and just wanted to be more certain and confident, and say that she was no longer afraid.

Rong Ting stretched out his long hand and took her with the quilt into his arms.

He leaned his head over and rubbed his pillow into her pillow, his voice soft, "But I'm afraid."

Jiang Rao's eyes widened even more instantly.

What is he afraid of?

She was pressed by his body and a quilt, and she was shrunk in the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis, and it was difficult to move.

Jiang Rao lowered her head to look at him with difficulty. She could only see his long eyelashes and the bridge of his nose, but couldn't see his expression. She said slowly, "What are you afraid of... afraid of?"

Rong Ting was silent for a long time before his expression was desolate, he smiled slightly, and said, "If something happens to you, I will have no home."

Jiang Rao fell silent.

Even if she couldn't see his expression clearly, she changed it because his tone became uncomfortable.

Obviously there is a smile in his voice, but it sounds particularly uncomfortable.

As if she was gone, he was gone.

Maybe it was because he dreamed of what it was like when he was hostile to her, and Jiang Rao suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

If something happens to her, does he have to become like the dream again?

Even if his eyes were filled with blood, even if he stepped on a corpse under his feet, he was always expressionless and sympathetic.

No pity for others, no pity for oneself.

No one likes him, even he doesn't seem to like himself that much, always looking high and tired of everything.

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Rao's whole body's blood seemed to be frozen, she used some strength, took out her hand from under the quilt, stretched it out, put it on his back, and slowly hugged him.

"Now your father treats you well. You... The palace is where you grew up, and that is your home. This world is the world of the Rong family. No matter where you are, you will always have a home."

Rong Ting raised the corner of his lips and sneered silently.

have a home...

Without her, no matter where it is, there are only four walls and two windows. Only when she is there can he be considered a home.

When he saw that she was willing to come into his arms, he put away his weak gesture, put his slender fingers behind her, and patted lightly, "Go to sleep, you are tired too."

Jiang Rao looked up at him, "How about you?"

Rong Ting laughed, his deep eyes squinted, and the corners of his eyes drooped down. There was no cruelty or harshness at all, and he seemed extraordinarily pampered, "When you fall asleep, I will sleep too."