What she was thinking at that time, she didn't say a word at the moment.

The past is like the wind, and the mood has long changed.

She is also a master who doesn't like to remember things in her heart, and she doesn't like to promote those things she thought about but didn't do. She only took what she saw from the Baole Ceremony about the soul lamp as a joke, Tell Rong Ting to listen to it and get rid of boredom.

Using the soul lamp, Rong Ting silently recited these three words in his heart.

There was an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

I have never seen Baole Encyclopedia, but I am familiar with these three words.

Looking at her in front of him, he felt a chill running through his limbs and his voice was a little hoarse, "It's not necessarily fake."

He looked at the person in front of him, stretched out his hand, clasped her hand gently, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

The small hand, five fingers straight and white, fit in his hand just right, the warmth in the palm of his hand made his heart burn, and the uneasiness in his heart dissipated.

...

In autumn, Rong Ting was visibly busy.

Xu Guozhang was accused of helping the seventeenth prince to escape. On the day that the seventeenth prince left the capital, he was controlled by the guards of the Imperial Army who listened to Rong Ting's order.

When he was in prison, he lost the ability to fight with Rong Ting. The whereabouts of the 200 dead soldiers he kept in captivity were revealed, together with the old story of Rong Ting being shot and wounded by an assassin on the hunting ground.

Accepting bribes and secretly forming parties were also revealed.

Emperor Zhaowu decreed that his house should be raided.

Emperor Wu was merciful, and set aside 10,000 taels as appropriate to support the government, and the rest of the treasures and goods were put into the treasury.

The Xu family was completely in decline.

The officials associated with the Xu family in the courtroom, without exception, were implicated.

Gradually, he also understood Rong Ting's style.

He looks elegant and gentle, but his bones are twists and turns and dangerous, and he knows that there are only trade-offs.

His methods are very well-balanced, so that people can't find faults, attract no criticism, and can't even say that they are not upright.

But look at the fate of the Xu family... This kind of slaughtering style can clearly be regarded as sinister and vicious.

In the twenty-seventh year of Emperor Zhaowu's reign, he had not recovered from a long illness. When the times were good, he would meet courtiers face to face, but for at least half a month, he had to rest in the palace. He was only diligent in politics, and in this year of illness, he appeared only rarely and rarely.

When he did not show up, his young ninth son handled almost all the major and minor matters in the DPRK.

There has always been more than one force in the DPRK and China.

There are those who resist and disobey. Emperor Zhaowu has many heirs, except Rong Yuan, and others are also coveting the throne.

Jiang Rao was far away from the court, and the court was treacherous and far away from her. Although she was willing to help Rong Ting to take care of the ladies of the official family, he rarely asked her to go out to socialize.

Jiang Rao didn't like those occasions where she was superficial, but she had her own calculations in her heart. Rong Ting didn't need her. She knew in her heart that it would be icing on the cake for her to communicate, and it would not affect the overall situation. on the things you like.

The shops along the Qinhuai River that she managed were given to Jiang Rao by Jiang Xingzhou as a dowry.

The gold and silver notes in Jiang Rao's dowry are enough for her to spend a few lifetimes, but money is not too much. Jiang Rao has taken care of those shops, and she often thinks about it when she has time, and then makes a few more dishes. There is a shop, and someone is hired to run it.

It was said that he didn't want to socialize in the circle of the Jinling family's wife, but in fact, Jiang Rao never left.

It is just a good word to communicate with people who are not familiar enough, the more benefits you give, the more friendly you will appear on the surface. Jiang Rao knows this very well. When a wife has a birthday or a wife gets a child, the following ceremony will never be ostentatious. Although she has no shortage of silver flowers, she also uses silver taels in many places. When she dials the abacus, Rong Ting becomes lazy. Yangyang leaned against the window to read the official document.

He never avoided Jiang Rao on purpose when reading official documents, and set up a small table in the study for Jiang Rao to use, and Jiang Rao settled accounts on that small table.

Jiang Rao never made a sound, but Rong Ting was tired of reading the official documents and looked up at her. The more she concentrated, the more he wanted to make trouble. It is to call Jiang Rao in small words and let her take a look at him.

Jiang Rao was the one who was obedient by nature. Hearing his call, he immediately raised his eyes from several cases and followed him. He was holding the account in his hand, and the other hand was on the abacus. A number, afraid that I will forget it later, I muttered the number in my mouth, put down the ledger, and rummaged through the red pen, trying to write down this number first, and I was in a hurry.

When she was dizzy and dizzy, she had the habit of stopping and rubbing her forehead, and even a strand of soft fetal hair on her hairline would be rubbed up, looking dumb and ignorant.

Rong Ting made a mess without feeling any guilt. He had a beautiful appearance in vain. He had no sense of disobedience when he acted like a spoiled child. He was evil in his bones but never died. No matter what he did, he would never feel guilty. After Jiang Rao settled the accounts, she would always steal her account book at night and check it from beginning to end.

If something went wrong because of his disturbance, the little girl might secretly have a little resentment in her heart.

Even secretly, even a little, as long as it is resentment towards him, it is not enough.

He wants her wholehearted trust and dependence.

At the end of November, Mrs. Hu saw that Hu Tang would not enter the oil and salt, and finally gave up the idea of ​​showing her daughter to see her marriage, and promised Hu Tang to take her to the northern Xinjiang to find the general Hu who was stationed in the frontier.

Although Jiang Rao was a little reluctant to give up, she didn't want to stop Hutang from running to the northern border that she was thinking of because of her.

Hutang is different from other girls. She doesn't like rouge gouache. She couldn't think of anything to give, so she simply gave her a stack of silver notes.

She has a lot of experience on the road. As the saying goes, the poor get rich on the road, go out, and get entangled.

But although the entanglement is thick, in exchange for guarding against thieves, the wealth cannot be exposed, and it is impossible to swagger through the market with a box of gold and silver treasures, with "come and grab me" written on his face. On the road, it is a dishonored face, it is better to keep a low profile, with a silver note that is easy to hide, not to be noticed, not to show wealth or wealth, and to seek a safe life.

Seeing money is a common feature of most people, and Hu Tang is no exception. She took the bank note that Jiang Raosai gave her, and she was not polite at all. She smiled so hard that she could not see her eyes, and promised that she would come back after the new year.

Jiang Rao thought, if Hutang was in the northern border and found a good husband, it would be fine if he didn't come back. Hearing Hutang and her mentioning the men in Jinling, those gentle, handsome and gentle, she was always mocked by her, and there might be something she liked in the northern military camp.

The weather is getting colder every day.

This year, the snow fell late, the winter solstice and Xiaohan seasons have passed, and the first snow has not come.

When the time turned to the twelfth lunar month, it was warm for a few days before the first snow fell.

As if to compensate for being empty for the whole winter, the snow came violently, and in just half a day, Jinling City was decorated in silver, and there was a grand scene of heavy snow in the middle of winter.

According to the old practice, Jiang Rao asked the maid to set up a stall in front of the palace gate to serve porridge after the Laba Festival. She had nothing to do and would take a look at the stall.

The harvest was good this year, and there were not many people who came to pick up the porridge and rice. Jiang Rao prepared 300 dans of grain. She thought she would distribute it in one day, but she did not expect that it would take two days to exchange for the remaining 100 dans.

I originally planned to go to the grain shop to get it if it wasn’t enough, but now I’ve changed the leftover grain, and I have already decided what I want to donate. Jiang Rao didn’t want to keep it any longer. Seeing that it was almost dusk, she asked Ming Shao to come over and say a few words. , let her manage the food and send it to the Sanqing Temple.

At this time, a few more people came, and Jiang Rao said to Ming Shao again: "Wait first, wait until there is no one on the street before delivering it."

Ming Shao nodded.

Jiang Rao followed behind Ming Shao and held hands, but her eyes were drawn to someone in the team.

It was a girl standing in the crowd taking porridge.

Her hair was long, hanging down behind her, so messy by the wind, it was scattered on both sides, and she wore a hat that covered half of her face, her head held low, as if she didn't want to be seen clearly. .

Jiang Rao guessed in her heart that the other party might have a ruined appearance. She was ashamed to see people, and for fear of offending, she turned her eyes away and stopped staring at the person's face.

When the girl's turn was approaching, Jiang Rao's hand shrank back when she handed her the grain bag.

look familiar.

It's not very familiar to her, and this appearance seems to be connected with the person she is vigilant and disgusted in her memory.

Osmanthus fragrance.

Jiang Rao smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus balm in the air, and the familiarity became clearer.

When her father had an accident, the maid who hit her had a strong fragrance of magnolia flowers, and it all touched her body.

She is happy to give alms, but she doesn't want to be bullied for ignorance. After the family turned the corner, she followed the clues of the magnolia flower cream and wanted to find out which maidservant knocked her down.

Knowing that Shen Que framed her father, she checked Shen Xiuying casually.

The owner of the spice shop in Beijing said that Miss Shen is the most obsessed with spice, and the shop has bought new products.

Magnolia incense was a spice style from a few years ago. It was not fashionable enough that year, and she might just hand it off to the servants.

After Jiang Rao heard the news from the innkeeper, she did not continue to check others.

After all, the person who framed her father was Shen Que, and she was very sure in her heart that the one who knocked her down was the servant girl of the Shen family.

The north wind caught the snow, and the wind rustled, making people's faces cold.

Standing in front of the chopping board full of grain bags, Jiang Rao looked at the lower half of the other's face exposed under the brim of her hat, which merged with the appearance of Shen Xiuying in her memory, and she felt cold all over.

Miss Shen, hasn't she been burned to death by the fire?

Jiang Rao became frightened, and the grain bag that was about to be handed out in her hand fell with a "pop".