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When returning to the residence, the carriage stopped beside the shop by the Qinhuai River. Jiang Rao leaned against the wall of the carriage with his head propped up, closed his eyes and fell asleep, taking care of himself.

Ming Shao went to the teahouse to buy water, and she was waiting in the carriage.

The quarrel made her own lack of energy, not only dry mouth, but also groggy.

But she went back and scolded again just now, and this time she was prepared, she could say everything she wanted to say, and said everything she wanted to say, and she felt at ease.

Think of the empress's blushing face and body trembling with anger.

Jiang Rao closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips twitched upwards.

She thought about the bullying that Rong Ting had suffered when she was a child, as if she had suffered it herself once.

Outside the carriage was the sound of Xiaoxiao wind.

Seasonally, autumn has entered, and the weather is getting colder every day.

Jiang Rao fell asleep while waiting for Ming Shao to return.

She couldn't sleep, and a frame of pictures flashed in her mind, like a dream.

She dreamed of herself as a child.

The weather is cold, she wears thick clothes and runs like a rolling ball on the road. In autumn, the wind is strong, she wants to put paper kites on her, and her parents dote on her too. Her mother sent a maid to buy paper kites, and her father took her by the hand. Hand out and put.

The paper kite was shaky, only to lift the wind, but when it was about to touch the sky, it was blown off by the wind.

The paper kite flew southward, flying all the way over the palace wall, and hung on a tree in the palace.

There was a child on the ground with a clean face but dirty clothes. He was curled up in the corner under the tree. He wiped his face with the corner of his sleeve, and when he heard the sound from the tree, he stood up in shock. When he got up, his expression softened after a while, and he looked up at Zhi Yuan.

The shadow of the fallen leaves hit his face and moved away as the light and shadow moved.

Jiang Rao could clearly see his beautiful eyebrows and red moles on the corners of his eyes.

Ming Shao came back with the water bag and saw Jiang Rao propped her head as if she was asleep, so she called out softly. Seeing that she didn't respond, she put the water bag aside and instructed the coachman to continue driving and rush back to the palace.

The carriage stopped, and Ming Shao was about to wake Jiang Rao when he heard the coachman outside respectfully shouting "His Royal Highness".

Ming Shao lifted the curtain of the car and saw Rong Ting outside, hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Your Highness."

Rong Ting pressed his long fingers to his lips, gave a silent gesture, and bent over to get into the carriage.

After a while, he hugged Jiang Rao out.

She moved carefully, and the sleeping face of the little girl in her arms was not disturbed in the slightest.

The moment he got out of the carriage, his hand was on Jiang Rao's head.

wait until from the carriage

When he came out, his hand came down, wiped the corner of Jiang Rao's clothes, pressed her fair and soft face against his arms, and walked in with his feet raised.

When he arrived at the shadow wall, Jiang Raohuan woke up because the smell in his arms was different from the smell in the carriage.

She wrinkled the tip of her nose twice, always feeling that he had a dusty aura on his body, but when he thought about his work in the official residence, how could there be such a smell of soil and weapons.

Jiang Rao didn't think much about it, instead she had half of her thoughts and stayed in the dream just now.

She raised her head and glanced at Rong Ting, he was walking to the shadow wall, the shadows of the whole wall hit him, she just looked at him like this, from the chin, to the bridge of the nose, to the eyes.

Replaced with eyelid mole.

The little boy in the dream was just like him when he was a child.

When he was a child, in her dream, he climbed the tree and dragged the kite hanging from the branch.

Then she woke up.

She lost the kite, and although she was sad, it was not serious.

Because she was sure, her parents would buy her a new paper kite instead.

Jiang Rao's eyelashes fluttered suddenly, she raised her neck, leaned in gently, and kissed his chin.

"woke up?"

Jiang Rao often heard him say this in her ear. It seemed that whether she woke up in the morning on weekdays or when she was taking a nap, she could always hear him gently ask in her ear "Awake? "

Blame her for sleeping too much.

She nodded and wanted to get out of his arms. She thumped her feet twice, but to no avail. He should not let go or not.

Jiang Rao asked him nervously, "Aren't you tired?"

Rong Ting shook his head.

Jiang Rao was not very happy to believe it, and always felt that he was showing off his prestige.

She looked at his face carefully, there was no sweat mark, she weighed it in her heart, curled up like a cat looking for a nest, and asked him to hold it obediently.

Her indulgence undoubtedly gave Rong Ting the pole to climb up.

He suddenly stopped, with a bit of playfulness in his deep eyes, "Where are you kissing?"

The smile on the thin lips was more playful, and the tone was like a teacher admonishing his students.

His appearance is not so dignified, and he smiles with a pair of affectionate eyes.

Jiang Rao was frightened by his laugh, understood the hints in his words, glanced back, saw that no one was following, and was relieved.

She straightened up, leaned in quickly, squeaked, and twitched on the corner of his upturned lips, only to recall that she was relieved, too inexplicable.

His rude request she could have refused directly.

She raised her eyes suddenly, and was about to accuse her, but the person holding her stopped smiling.

There was no lust and seduction in his demeanor, the slightly drooping corners of his eyes looked obedient and submissive, and when he lowered his head, the shadow on the upper half of his face also concealed the small mole under his eyes.

He whispered: "No matter where you kiss every year, I'm always happy."

Jiang Rao knew that she would be wrong.

She huddled in his arms and refused to lift her head again.

Thinking about changing his breath, it didn't take much effort to hit him on the chest with his forehead, but he bumped his forehead into red. It didn't hurt much, but suddenly there was a little grievance.

This grievance suddenly disappeared when thought of the child picking a kite in dream.

It was just a dream, just looking at the desolate tree in the autumn and the frost hanging on the wall, she wanted to go forward and hug the child who was squatting at the foot of the wall to warm it up.

The person in the dream is the person in front of you.

She straightened up and kissed him again, the corners of her lips curled up, and said forcefully, "You can say whatever you want."

Rong Ting laughed out loud, happy to see her occasional domineering, "Yes, what I said is fine."

Rong Ting waited for Jiang Rao to mention her encounter with Empress Jiahe, but she didn't say anything. When he put her down after returning to Sui'an Hospital, he asked, "When you entered the palace today, who did you meet? ?"

When the soles of Jiang Rao's feet touched the ground, they became much firmer. She was always worried that she would crush him, but she would walk more steadily.

She didn't want to tell Rong Ting about her encounter with the Empress, she just made him angry and hurt.

As for those little clothes that her aunt made... don't talk about it until the child doesn't move.

Otherwise, he would have to use the child as a bait and haunt her all night.

"Go to Shuxiang Palace and accompany my aunt to embroider." Jiang Rao's voice was soft, she also knew that Rong Ting knew how good her embroidery skills were, and added, "I see her embroidery."

When it came to the palace, Jiang Rao's mind went back to that dream again.

She suddenly became a little curious, raised her head and asked Rong Ting, "Did you ever pick up a paper kite when you were a child?"

Rong Ting furrowed his brows, he wanted to say no, but when she looked at him expectantly, he suddenly felt that things might not be what he thought, and instead chose to be honest.

"have."

Jiang Rao then asked, "That paper kite, is it a carp?"

Looking at Rong Ting's eyes, she suddenly felt that the dream she had just had was more than just a Nanke. Her eyes widened and she added, "Half cyan, half red."