Rong Ting looked straight at Jiang Rao.

The bright moon hangs on the branches, the snow and the moonlight are replaced by Jiang Rao's figure falling in his eyes, his eyes are focused and deep like a pool, if anyone takes a look at his eyes, they will feel that the full moonlight meets the light of the lamp In the courtyard of the house, the cold that freezes people's bones is spreading.

The tall and straight body swayed, he lowered his head, dropped his chin on Jiang Rao's shoulder, and said in a very soft voice, "Nian Nian."

"My," Rong Ting spoke even more softly, his deep voice almost drowned in the wind, so soft that he could not hear, he rubbed against Jiang Rao's neck, his movements sticky, The line was slightly choked, "My years."

Rong Ting was much taller than Jiang Rao, but he seemed to have relieved himself and entrusted all the weight of his body to the person in his arms. He lowered his head and leaned on Jiang Rao's shoulder.

Jiang Rao couldn't bear to fall back, and was wrapped around his waist by his iron-like firm arms. She didn't step back, and she didn't fall down. She replied, "Yeah."

Rong Ting was relieved.

...

The maid who swept the lights in the inner room was cleared away.

The door leaf of the wisteria flowers and trees was tightly closed, and only one candle was lit in the room. Jiang Rao leaned against the door leaf, and her chin was a little sore.

Rong Ting held Jiang Rao's cheek, lowered his head, and kissed him very tenderly.

He was indulgent in his bones, if he didn't suppress it, he would be like a hungry wolf who was too mad.

But he is cunning and cunning. He is very good at observing words and expressions. He knows that his nature is not pleasing enough. In the past, when he kissed her and wanted her, if he couldn't help bullying the little girl, he would stop for a while before she complained first. , comforting and pleasing is better than plundering, so gentle that one cannot resist.

Jiang Rao is not stupid, even her way of doing things can be regarded as transparent, but there is only one weakness.

She was too soft-hearted, especially towards Rong Ting.

Rong Ting also knew this.

If it weren't for him being pitiful, she would have felt that she had paid her debts long after his leg injury had healed, and she would have run far away.

But it was she who provoke him first. Whether it's a reunion or a childhood. He choked her soft-hearted weakness to him, acting pitiful and well-behaved, gentle and harmless. The perverse nature is only occasionally revealed.

She said he lost the bet.

He laughs.

It was he who won the bet.

He lowered his head and kissed more deeply, with gentle wind and drizzle, deep affection, and entangled in it. When Jiang Rao stretched out his hand to push him because his chin was too sour, he obediently let go and kissed her ear.

He blinked, looking at Jiang Rao's close eyelashes, the bridge of his nose with sweat and the cherry red lip color, the fresh red color did not transfer to his lips, he raised his long fingers and wiped it. With his thin lips, he squeezed Jiang Rao's chin, turned her face away, and supported her body with the other hand, letting her feet hang in the air, half head higher than him.

Even though he was often held like this, the moment he lifted his feet up, Jiang Raohuan was so frightened that he took a breath.

She lowered her eyes, looked at Rong Ting, listened to him curling the corners of her lips, her voice jumped, "Just now, that's a reward."

Jiang Rao didn't know why.

She was especially petite in front of him, and she didn't want him to bend too deeply, so she had to lift her head to accept his kiss, her chin aching. This time, when I lowered my head, I felt a lot more comfortable, and the soreness at the back of my neck also eased a lot.

Their noses touched and their breaths met.

"You know I'm bad, and I gave you a chance." Rong Ting's fingers gently inserted into Jiang Rao's hair, his face was close to Jiang Rao, he leaned over Jiang Rao's ear and said, "It's you who don't go, you want to go in the future. No, don't blame me."

Since Jiang Rao knew that he was suppressing his nature, he knew that he was crazy.

Maybe it's the black person who is close to the ink. She seems to have learned his fault. After identifying a person, she can no longer listen to others' persuasion and go her own way.

She watched him make this kind of dawdling and hesitation, which was contrary to his decisive nature of killing, and had to threaten and warn before cutting the knife, and she only found it funny. But when she thought of this kind of hesitation and hesitation, it was only when she was facing her, and only when she was facing her, she couldn't laugh anymore.

If she could reassure him, she could tell him more.

Jiang Rao lowered her eyes and put her hand on Rong Ting's shoulder, "I've already noticed that your appearance is different. You didn't leave then, and you won't leave in the future."

Rong Ting smiled swiftly, the smile dissipated, and there was a clean youthful air on his face.

He called Jiang Rao in small characters, as if those two words contained how much attachment he had in his life.

He sure won the bet.

If he really wanted to, he wouldn't even reveal his true nature to her.

But he never thought that he was really ignorant and pure and clean. He and she are both children born in the whirlpool of power. If he has no power or power in his hands, and he cannot protect himself in the end, how can he protect others? Before his leg was badly injured, he was thinking that even if he could not be the emperor, he would have to support a puppet in the upper position.

His nature was so cruel and greedy for power, the scene where she suddenly knew his nature was like a nightmare for him. He had dreamed of it for a long time.

He didn't hide it too deeply, he kept calm, like a drizzle and a breeze, occasionally revealing a part of his true nature to her. She acted coquettishly and behaved again, and gradually lowered her bottom line for tolerating him. One point of softness turned into two points, and two points turned into three points.

If she never realizes that his nature is very good, even if she does, as long as she doesn't leave.

Only leaving is not good.

He was betting that he had given her time to relax and think about whether she would escape.

Fortunately, nothing she could give him was bad.

It's fine to hang on like this to the death.

He continued to call Jiang Rao in small characters, and Jiang Rao responded, "I'm here."

Sound every year, sound I am.

Rong Ting's eyes were hot, with pain and obsession in his eyes, and he kissed again.

The dead branches of the jujube branches are crisscrossed, catching the moon in the sky. The bright moonlight illuminates the dark corners of the night.

What he hugged and kissed was the little moon that only illuminated him.

This time, he was ruthless, and the evil spirits and bad spirits came up, even biting him personally, like a wild beast with sharp teeth, with the strength that could swallow her into the stomach.

Jiang Rao's lips were numb, her cheeks were hurting, and her heart was also hurting.

If he had changed the front, before he kissed her like this, he would have blinked pitifully, begging for pity, "You hurt me". He didn't say this now, Jiang Rao was in a trance, but he seemed to look at his sticky and painful appearance again. She stepped back, raised her hand and wiped aside the ink hair that was hanging from his cheeks, so that his entire face was completely exposed.

His face faded from the childishness of his youth, and became more angular, bright eyes, jade skin and bones, more domineering, less cute, but the little mole on the bottom of his eyes has never changed, always like the beauty on the snow A little bit of redness added a bit of lust to his face, and it was very attractive. She pressed her small hand on his forehead. He looked up at her, his eyes were crazy and precious, and terribly thick. Just one glance, Jiang Rao The apex of his heart trembled.

She got more and more crazy with him, probably true.

Even if he sees that his obedient demeanor hides the ambition of a wolf child, what can she do? She is trapped without knowing it. He is extremely cunning. It's good for him, he doesn't touch the slightest fault, and his morbidity and greed are not exposed at all.

But even if she knew about it, she really couldn't be ruthless. He did all the good and bad things by himself. She couldn't even get angry with him. Otherwise, she would be hooked into his trap and let him ask for anything, and she would take him. No trick at all.

What can be done? Except for the person in front of her, she never thought about being with anyone else. At least he is willing to listen to her words, he will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, he will retaliate if he is not jealous, and he will have a good reputation for being personable outside, and he will no longer be scolded by people behind their backs.

Jiang Rao sighed, lowered his eyes, and blinked his eyelashes. She bent her neck and lowered her numb lips, moist and soft, and gently rubbed against Rong Ting's lips. Instead, she leaned closer to him as before, without any precaution, "I'm here."

She sighed, hooked Rong Ting's neck, and said softly, "It will always be there, what do you want, just say it directly."

Her little face was white, and her whole body was unbelievably soft and beautiful. She was so obedient that Rong Ting's heart was itching. Following the movement of hugging her, she pressed her on the couch and said, "You."

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and the sky was spinning, and she fell on the couch. Rong Ting pressed her palms with both hands, all the ink hair dangled on her shoulders, looking at Jiang Rao, her breath quickly dropped, and she was close to her, fingers lightly Rubbing against her cheek, she murmured, "You asked me what I wanted."

...

The next day, Jiang Rao woke up late, and when she woke up, she felt a little bitter in her heart.

Jiang Rao was thinking about whether the jailer could handle Shen Xiuying's affairs without any mistakes. Remember to tell him to wake her up early tomorrow.

Rong Ting wrapped her in a thin quilt and walked into the bathroom, so he responded well.

Jiang Rao fell asleep peacefully after hearing that he had agreed. When he woke up in the morning, the side of the couch was empty. When he touched it, the bedding had been cold for a long time.

Looking up again, the sky is bright outside, and the sun rises three poles.

She had just told him not to feel wronged, and his words soon became unbelievable.

Back then, when Shen Que asked about the beheading in the autumn, the Shen family was destroyed. Shen Xiuying's mother was expelled from the family in order to cling to Shen Que. The mass grave was eaten by hawks. Shen Xiuying set fire to her mother and killed her mother. This shocking incident has been hotly debated in Jinling City for months. Back then, Shen Xiuying made many enemies in the circle of noble girls. Those who were angry with her would always bring it up and talk about it over and over again. The old cases were also turned up. Fa's wife turned into a ghost, and took the lives of those who harmed her.

Jiang Rao didn't hear much about the rumors in the lane. She only cared about whether Shen Xiuying's death would stain Rong Ting. Since it had no effect, the rumors on the street became more and more bizarre, so she didn't care.

On the other hand, Jiang Jinxing, he caught Shen Xiuying back, and it was a good show.

The academy was closed for the rest of the day, and Jiang Jinxing stayed in Jiang Rao's shop. Not long ago, he often came to Jiang Rao's shop, neither reaching out to help with the work, nor helping to settle accounts, just like a playboy who was idle. Today, I am diligent in my hands and feet, helping the shop assistant hired by the store to do everything.

When he was done, he clapped his hands and went to the hut behind the yard to find Jiang Rao.

He wiped ashes on his face twice before he opened the curtain and went in. He saw the red knot in Jiang Rao's hand. He paused in his footsteps, tapped the wooden table with his fingertips, and asked Jiang Rao, "What about Princess Xiang? Do you understand?"

Jiang Rao thought for a while, "It's been too long, so I don't need to mention it again."

Jiang Jinxing could hear the meaning of turning big things into small things in her tone, and understood that she knew what he wanted her to know the most. cheat in the past.

Jiang Jinxing touched his chin and asked curiously, "Girls don't have to like capable men, it turns out... weak and pitiful, is this more pleasing to the girl?"

Jiang Rao's face blushed, and her little face was white and red, "Don't guess, don't talk nonsense."

No matter how weak and pitiful it is, it's okay to win her sympathy, but it's not so easy to win her favor.

"Your sister's wife is very good, don't gossip about him in the future."

She bumped into the scene of his murder, she told him not to suppress his temper and avoid grievances, but he seemed happy to continue the same as before, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, gentle, easy to talk and negotiate, but he would show a bit of it when he saw her going out She didn't want to come, and wanted to come along, but unfortunately there was an official entertainment, and he couldn't get away, so she came alone.

"Who cares about this?" Jiang Jinxing rolled his eyes and said stubbornly, "I'm not afraid that you are too stupid."

Jiang Rao lifted her eyelids and said coldly, "Are you...you want me to see you off?"

Jiang Jinxing wanted to ask Jiang Rao for something, and immediately fell silent.

"He's helping to carry the grain bags and the account book, but I've never seen you so diligent. Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?" Jiang Rao looked at the ashes on Jiang Jinxing's cheeks, and stopped wrapping her hands around it. With the movement of the line, Jiang Jinxing raised his finger to wipe off the two ash on his face, and muttered that brother-in-law's method was useful, and showing weakness would be able to gain benefits. As soon as he raised his eyes to meet Jiang Rao's warning gaze, he hurriedly laughed. He didn't dare to speak ill of Rong Ting again, and his voice was flattering, "Sister."

"If you want me to help you, just say it."

"Did you know that Mr. Zuo from Ruixian was promoted and transferred to Jiangzhou Prefecture? I wanted to wait for the Kaichun River to thaw. I was taken in by Mr. Zuo, and I only gave him a thank you. I never thanked him in person. Out of shape."

Jiang Jinxing sat up straight, with a serious and serious tone.

Jiang Rao poked his finger on his forehead, frowned, and said, "You are being restrained recently, and you want to run out to play by congratulating Lord Zuo on his promotion?"

Jiang Jinxing was noncommittal, Jiang Rao shook his head, "Daddy definitely won't allow it."

Jiang Jinxing pursed his lips and kept begging, "Sister, sister, I beg you, you go and beg for my father, I will stay in the academy again, it will become wood, this rainy season, I will be moldy and rotten. Lost."

Jiang Raoni glanced at Jiang Jinxing, his round eyes were bright, his complexion was ruddy, and there was no hint of depression.

"Playing hard," she said.

Jiang Jinxing Huiji rolled her eyes, slumped, lying on the side of the table, and prayed weakly, "Sister... A-sister... No one can help me except you."

He popped a finger, "Just help me, this time."

Jiang Rao was called out by him, and some softened. Jiang Jinxing has grown crazy in recent years. He is tall and grows like a sapling. He looks like a little adult. Letting him go out of Beijing alone, and arranging for someone to follow him, was considered an experience, but he was just worried about his homework.

Seeing the figure coming in, Jiang Jinxing immediately sat up.

Jiang Rao was in a hurry, gathered the red thread in her hand, stuffed it into her arms, and hid it.

Jiang Jinxing sat upright, and in the blink of an eye, he was picked up by the magpie and went to the yard to perform kung fu.

Rong Ting came in, and the paper bag of fried chestnuts with sugar in his hand was naturally stuffed into Jiang Rao's hand. He sat beside Jiang Rao and poured tea for himself.

His appetite is not heavy, and the grains pass through his mouth carelessly, and he is even very tired of eating. Fortunately, Jiang Rao has a bad taste and loves freshness. Whichever hawker on the street comes up with new tricks, she always wants to try it. Because of her nature, Rong Ting remembered her taste habit, and then he knew the taste of fireworks. "I heard from the hawker that these are chestnuts picked from Quling. He said that it is sweeter than sugar water. You can taste it. ."

Jiang Rao looked down at the paper bag and saw that there were several peeled chestnuts in it. She squeezed one out and put it in her mouth. It was as sweet as honey. She asked vaguely, "Wu Que Lao Jin Xing went out to compete?"

"If he wants to go to Jiangzhou, he has to show the ability to go to Jiangzhou."

Rong Ting's voice was ruthless. After drinking two sips of tea, he took out the paper bag and slowly peeled the chestnuts.

In the yard, there were the sound of swishing fists and feet and Jiang Jinxing calling for mercy from Brother Wu Que if he could bend or stretch.

Jiang Rao glanced outside, and when she heard Rong Ting's voice, she turned her eyes back again.

"Tell him to learn from Wu Que and see how well he has learned kung fu. As for the literature class, I will ask later."

Jiang Rao thinks this idea is very good.

Rong Ting's eyelids drooped slightly, and he squeezed the chestnut shell into pieces with his two fingers together.

Jiang Rao could hear the resentment in his cool and thin voice, cupped her cheeks, and watched him attentively as he crushed chestnut shells, her delicate almond eyes narrowed, her fingers stretched out, and she tapped the back of his hand lightly. , "Okay, what are you thinking, tell me."

She dislikes guessing and guessing. She is lazy, and guessing is too laborious. Besides, no matter how good you are, you are afraid of guessing wrong.

Rong Ting rolled his eyes, "He had better go to Jiangzhou than Wu Que." So as not to wander around the shops and his mansion beside the Qinhuai River day by day, ignoring it.

really.

Even her brother was not happy to come to her frequently.

Old vinegar jar.