This time, Jiang Rao was silent for a long time.

Jiang Jinxing tilted his head and glanced at her, saw her face gloomy, and said, "You also think I'm wrong, don't you? Although he is similar in shape, he came from Huaizhou, how could his dark guard show up to us to stay in? Inn?"

Jiang Rao bit her lower lip and folded her fingers a few times, but in the end she didn't say what was in her heart.

If...she thinks it's not wrong?

...

In the imperial prison, the seventeenth prince made trouble as if he had turned the sky upside down.

Rong Ting watched from the side, almost losing all his patience.

If it wasn't for Jiang Rao, he didn't intend to use those methods that were not accepted by the world, always abide by the rules, and be gentle. Otherwise, when he came back from Huaizhou, he should have blood-washed the entire palace and killed the people who had suffered for him. Lingnan military power was in his hands, even if there was a bit of gambling, either die or win, he was never afraid of death, He wants to win again.

Now greedy for life, step by step to follow the rules.

Before dawn, Rong Ting came out of the imperial prison and entered the palace to meet Emperor Zhaowu.

Emperor Zhaowu was ill, and was bedridden for several days, like dead leaves in autumn. Hearing about the seventeenth prince, he coughed continuously. Rong Ting ordered an imperial physician to diagnose Emperor Zhaowu, saying: Knowing what the father is worried about, if the seventeenth brother made a mistake, if the son-in-law comes to interrogate him, one is the brother who grew up together, and the other is the son-in-law's wife, I'm afraid it will be a dilemma and unfair."

"It's just that my son can't make up his mind. This case is handed over to Pei Shaoqing of Dali Temple. In exchange, it is handed over to Master Qiao, and in exchange for the royal father to decide."

Emperor Zhaowu coughed for a long time and finally said, "Qiao Zhi."

Rong Ting lowered his eyes, his expression was extremely calm, "I know it, Erchen."

He waited until he walked out of the Golden Palace and walked into the bright sunshine before he lowered his eyes, and the shadows slowly fell under his eyelids.

...

He returned to the Sui'an Courtyard at 2:00 a.m., and when it was time for lunch, he didn't see Jiang Rao in the courtyard.

When the maid in the yard saw that he was back, she hurriedly said that Jiang Rao had gone back to Ning Anbo's house. , Jiang Rao left here just before, worried that Rong Ting would not be able to find her when she came back halfway, so she specially told the maid, and when Rong Ting came back, she told him that she would return to Ning Anbo Mansion, and would not come back for lunch.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the bottom of his boots.

He didn't seem to be talking to the maid who reported the news to him. He looked casual, as if he wasn't listening. After the maid finished speaking, he nodded slightly, still too lazy to raise his eyes, but in an indifferent expression. , adding a touch of gloom, sitting at the stone table in the yard, the back looks a little lonely.

He remembered what Jiang Rao said last night that the palace was his home.

But once he stepped into the imperial city, nothing he could think of was good.

Father Huang was seriously ill and old, and he thought of his little seventeen in his heart. He said he wanted to be fair, but he actually followed his words and wanted to give Rong Yuan a fair deal.

No matter how much disgust Queen Jiahe had in his heart, he was always partial to his own children.

Especially the seventeenth prince who watched him grow up day by day.

The relationship between Pei Songyu and Qiao Zhi, Pei Songyu and Ning Anbo Mansion, if this case is handed over to him to decide, even if Pei Songyu's reputation for being impartial and unfair, it will make people worry that he is partial to Ning An Bo Mansion.

Qiao Zhi is much more suitable.

It's a pity that what his father didn't know was that Master Qiao and Liao Qiubai had been friends for many years.

He will mention Qiao Zhi in front of him at the same time, that is, to completely take the life and death of the seventeenth prince into his own hands.

Rong Ting raised his fingers and slightly supported the position of his temples, looking a little tired.

By lunchtime, he had no appetite.

Rong Ting has always been greedy for food and appetite, and even has an instinctive fear of all things that taste good. Over time, he will become less and less particular about food and clothing costs. With the capital of Jade Food, he has more looting desire to take all the delicacies and feasts in the world as his own, desperately trying to make up for himself who has suffered too much, but he really waits until the delicacies are in front of him. , but he has no intention of touching chopsticks at all.

Tired, to put it bluntly, is tired, no matter what is in front of him is crude tea and poor food or good food and delicacy, he is tired.

Jiang Rao and he were completely opposite. She ate early and opened her mouth very carefully. She was very particular about her meals on weekdays. Although she did not have the ability to enter the kitchen, she knew what ingredients and how many spoons of sugar were used in the dishes. , Which dish tasted right or wrong, she tasted it and came out.

Rong Ting himself had little appetite, but he was happy to see Jiang Rao eating.

He was very clear about her preferences and tastes, but he always liked to put things she didn't like into her bowl. Even if she didn't like it, he just finished it obediently, and the bad nature in his heart would be filled for a while.

It's just that no matter how much he likes to do such little tricks, he won't do it too often. Once or twice, he pretends that he doesn't know how to fool around, and sooner or later she will notice something.

Thinking of these things, he lost his appetite for the meal at the table in front of him.

He found the maid just now and asked, "Did Madam ever mention, when will she be back?"

The maid shook her head.

She answered whatever Rong Ting asked, and didn't dare to say unnecessary words. Rong Ting's expression was too cold, and he always held his hands, looking inaccessible. Compared with the male master, the little maid in the palace was more willing to be with the female. Waiting by the owner.

For nothing else, Jiang Rao has never been angry since she got married. She is also generous with her rewards. The maids gather in private to chat, and everyone should like her more.

Rong Ting got up and walked out.

As he was walking down the corridor, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

From a distance, he saw Jiang Rao.

his little girl.

He stopped for a while, and Jiang Rao also saw him.

Her footsteps suddenly became brisk, and she trotted towards him.

Rong Ting stretched out his arms and caught her who trotted over.

His arms are very long, and they opened it as if to intercept the entire corridor. Jiang Rao rushed over, rubbed his arms twice with a smile, and raised his smiling face, "Have you had a good meal?"

She had planned to come back after lunch at Ning Anbo Mansion, but for some unknown reason, when her left eyelid twitched at the dinner table, she felt a little uneasy. She ate lunch earlier and came back first.

She dreamed that he was so picky and difficult to serve when it came to meals, and often, no matter how well-done the meal was placed in front of him, he would get angry when he easily picked up one or two chopsticks.

Although these words are caring, there are some temptations that Jiang Rao didn't realize.

Because of a certain judgment in her heart, she began to take the things she had dreamed of in her dreams again, and judged Rong Ting's likes and dislikes.

Rong Ting nodded, he looked at the deep pear vortex on her lips, and his stern eyebrows curved up.

Because he had not slept all night, the bottom of his eyes was blue, and when the eyelashes blinked slightly, the shadows and the blue were intertwined, making the color extremely thick.

After Jiang Rao saw the blue eyes in his eyes, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, she raised her finger, touched his eyes lightly, and asked, "When did you leave last night?"

"You're still awake."

Jiang Rao was a little helpless. He said this, obviously not wanting to tell her the exact time.

He wanted to eat the hardship alone, and she didn't ask any further, just pretended he didn't sleep all night last night.

She took his hand and walked to Sui'an Courtyard, wanting him to sleep for a while during the day and make up for his sleep. On the way back, she asked him, "The Seventeenth Prince, has everything been dealt with?"

Rong Ting obediently followed behind her, and replied in a low voice, "My father will not let me intervene. This case will be handed over to Lord Qiao for judgment."

Jiang Rao thinks it's not bad. If Rong Ting really handles this case, there must be some people who will scold him for being ruthless and ruthless, and the drama of brothers fighting each other. Since ancient times, it has been the favorite chat among the people, and in the end it is certain The more it spreads, the more outrageous it is, it is better to let him get out of this matter completely, otherwise, no matter whether he is benevolent or ruthless, he will be fearful, and in the end he will not be able to gain a good reputation.

Jiang Rao glanced and saw Rong Ting's tired face. She didn't seem to be able to see it like she was. She had nowhere to know why the case was handed over to Qiao Zhi's Gou Gou Luo, but just looked at Rong Ting's expression. , that he was not very happy, and asked softly: "Are you worried that Mr. Qiao is not able to solve the case?"

"If the Master Qiao you are talking about is Master Qiao Zhiqiao from Dali Temple, you shouldn't have to worry about this." Jiang Rao had some impression of the Qiao family and said, "Those who hurt me and who hurt me deserve what they deserve, that's enough. "

She can think of anything, she can think of anything.

Rong Ting gritted his teeth slightly, his brows furrowed almost indiscernibly.

When there was no sign of her in the mansion, he just wanted to catch people back and see them when he wanted to.

But he also knew that if he wanted to maintain her admiration, he couldn't do this.

Head hurts slightly.

Jiang Rao heard that Rong Ting did not speak for a long time, then raised his head and glanced at him again.

The extremely cold and extremely white complexion, in ordinary days, looks like snow, but now with the blue eyes, it looks even more morbid.

"Are you ill?" Jiang Rao frowned.

Rong Ting paused, then quickly followed her words, nodded and said, "I'm sick."

In a low voice, he hooked her finger, "I'm ill, don't go back to Ning Anbo's house these few days."