He had already been told to speak out, instead of beating around the bush. Let the uninitiated listen, in exchange for how much he thinks about her brother.

Jiang Rao felt that he had clearly seen his thoughts. She could know what such a smart person was thinking. Suddenly, a sense of complacency came out of her heart, which made her smile with crooked eyebrows.

Don't blame her for being complacent, she is the only one who knows the inside story.

Jiang Jinxing was out of breath, lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing Jiang Rao's eyes smiling, he thought he was laughing at him, and sat down angrily, "What's so funny? I won."

Jiang Rao restrained her smile, Wu Que followed Jiang Jinxing in, bowed to Rong Ting and said, "Let the little prince make three moves, the prince is good at martial arts."

Jiang Jinxing also knew that he won a disgrace, drinking tea, he hesitantly added, "I am younger, I will let him do three tricks in the future."

There was a sweet chestnut aroma in the air, Jiang Jinxing moved when he smelled the fragrance and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Rong Ting: "It's not sweet."

Jiang Jinxing gave a contemptuous "tsk", didn't believe it much, and reached out to get it.

Rong Ting folded the folding fan in his hand, and knocked the fan bone on Jiang Jinxing's sneaky fingers, "How did you learn your homework?"

"Stingy, just a few chestnuts." Jiang Jinxing muttered, looking away, full of guilt written all over his eyes, seeing that Rong Ting was about to ask him about his homework, he was so frightened that he hid beside Jiang Rao, "Sister, elder sister, You can see that my kung fu is better than that, and I have learned very well. I promise that I will go to Jiangzhou, and I will not miss any homework, so you will help me to ask for it, will it be successful?"

Jiang Rao didn't like his tricks very much, so he handed him the peeled chestnuts in his hand. Jiang Jinxing didn't pick it up, and called out to sister, with a soft sound.

Jiang Rao was finally soft-hearted and said, "Ask you tomorrow."

If he really didn't do his homework well, even if she pleads for mercy, he won't be able to pass the test of his parents.

"Sister, I'll buy you the most beautiful jewelry in Dazhao!" Jiang Jinxing entangled, got what he wanted, and left happily, Jiang Rao looked back, Rong Ting was leaning on the back of the chair, the folding fan propped up his half-slanted head , a dignified and lazy look.

When he looked at her, his thin lips were slightly opened, his tone was light and calm, but there was a bit of resentment in his demeanor.

He said softly, "You love your brother."

Jiang Rao had grasped this man's sweet-smelling temperament, knowing that he was accustomed to verbally speaking softly, and he was probably stabbed in his heart.

It's okay to eat other people's vinegar, her brother... not so.

"I'm just this brother."

She softly replied to his words as she approached him.

Rong Ting took advantage of the situation and stretched out his arms and pulled her in front of him. As soon as he lowered his head, he buried his head in her arms.

Seeing that they were getting close, Ming Shao hurriedly hurried out with Wu Que.

Hearing the rustling of the curtain falling, Jiang Rao's ears turned red, and he pushed his head angrily, "It's outside."

No matter what she said, Rong Ting obeyed his own will, and instead wrapped her waist tighter, "If you had another younger brother, would you love him so much?"

Jiang Rao didn't know where his strange and childish question came from, but she thought about it seriously and nodded, "Of course it is."

She changed: "If it's my sister, it's the same."

Rong Ting let out a low laugh, he raised his head, raised his face with a smile on his lips, he looked a little youthful and escaped, with two sharp teeth, his eyes were bright and well-behaved, he shouted, "Sister. "

His voice was as clear as ice.

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and then her cheeks and ears immediately covered with crimson, "You...you..."

She couldn't find words to describe it for a long time, saying that he was not ashamed, and that he was shameless was a bit wrong, the shocked emotion choked in her throat, and after the two words "you", she couldn't say anything else.

It's really like a bridge in a storybook. Walking at night, I met a poor passer-by who asked the way with kindness, but was led into the gutter by the other party. Only then did I realize that the passer-by came to ask for the way, and the question was uneasy and kind.

Jiang Rao pushed Rong Ting's face, "How can you bully people like this."

Rong Ting was not shaken at all, and still put his face in Jiang Rao's arms affectionately, looking up at her with a pair of beautiful moist eyes.

He was so angry that he wanted to call his sister again. Jiang Rao was annoyed and raised his hand to cover his mouth. Rong Ting finally changed to a serious face, grabbed her wrist and rubbed it with his long fingers.

Following her movement of covering his mouth, he kissed her palm, and while kissing, he raised his eyes and stared at her.

His thin lips were pressed against her palm, and he said slowly, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law are old, don't embarrass them, you always want more brothers and sisters in your heart, just love me."

The shopkeeper outside came to look for Ming Shao, Jiang Rao heard the voice of their conversation, the shop was closing time, she reached out with her other hand to reach the arm tied behind her waist, and pushed, "The shopkeeper should come to give I'll send today's account, you just let go."

"The maid will take it, don't worry, I'm out of work today, and I will take care of the bills." Rong Ting likes to see Jiang Rao helpless when he takes him, with a relaxed smile, with a languid wickedness, " You say you want to hurt me every year, why don't you want to stay with me for a while?"

Jiang Rao: "..." She said it as if she was full of lies and said that she wanted to go home on time, but left his wife in the cold of her husband.

"love you."

She is not good at telling love words, and she blushed first when she said two words.

Rong Ting looked at her lazily, knowing that he was bad, but her attitude was the same as before. He buried his face in Jiang Rao's arms and muttered like a child, "The best jewelry in the whole Da Zhao, your brother can't buy it, I make the best, right?"

Jiang Rao suspected that if she said no, he would not let go.

Looking down at him, he raised his head in her arms, showing smiling brows and a look of coaxing.

Jiang Rao reluctantly nodded his forehead, "With me, what you do is the best."

Rong Ting was satisfied and released his hand.

...

Jiang Jinxing was addicted to having fun, and he missed a lot in his homework. Even if Jiang Rao interceded, Jiang Siye would not allow him to leave Beijing.

But in the end he got what he wanted.

Rong Ting invited a Confucian scholar from the Imperial College for him to make up lessons for him in private. Jiang Jinxing was thinking about going out to Beijing to play.

He was very grassy. Yesterday, he was thinking about Rong Ting bullying his sister and trying to find justice. Today, Rong Ting got a benefit from here, and then Rong Ting became his good brother-in-law again. To Jiang Rao, who came to see him, he should be nice to his brother-in-law.

With a smile on Jiang Rao's face, she thought to herself, if his brother-in-law didn't want him to go far, how could he hire a teacher who would help him make up lessons.

Rong Ting was busy with official business and did not come to see him in person. When he returned to the house, he asked Jiang Rao, "Your brother is leaving?"

Jiang Rao clutched the gadget in her hand, a little absent-minded, and nodded her head.

Rong Ting looked at her, and after a long while, he became full of smiles again, "But he's gone, the space around him is empty, and there are no younger brothers and sisters?"

"There's no shortage...!" Jiang Rao was a little scared when he thought of the tone he used to call her sister that day. She preempted and gave Rong Ting a sideways glance, and she felt more and more that she gave him too much indulgence and told him to be spoiled. Jiao, the ability to act like a spoiled child is getting better day by day, honed to perfection.

There's nothing wrong with being pampered.

It's just a small amount of air.

At that time, when she was talking to her brother, he was silent on the side, peeling chestnuts, and seemed to be attentive, but he listened to everything, remembered it in his heart, and waited for the reckoning.

Cheapskate.

She shrank her hands and put the gadgets in her hands into her sleeves.

I planned to give it to him today, but it is unnecessary.

It was a pocket-sized sword spike with tassel hanging from the bottom of the lovesick knot. Her hands are not very coincidental. After more than a month, she chose the best looking one for more than a dozen miles.

Right now, it's time to pick a day and give it to him when he's really good.

It was dark in the afternoon, and the north wind passed through the hall, blowing the sycamore leaves in the yard, and the wind whimpered.

There was an urgent call from the palace, and Xuanrong Ting entered the palace to face the saint.

Jiang Rao did not accept the order with Rong Ting. Rong Ting had always kept her secret from her. He heard the news and came to the front hall to see it.

When the palace servants left, Rong Ting stood in the hall for a while and went around behind the screen.

Jiang Rao didn't say hello to Rong Ting when he came, but he knew that she was there.

He rested his chin lightly on Jiang Rao's shoulder, breathed softly and his voice soft, and said, "Father's illness is getting worse."

Jiang Rao knew that he didn't have any kindness, so he knew that what he wanted at this time was not comfort.

But his sigh sounded uneasy.

There is not much father and son relationship between him and the current saint, what can make him uneasy?

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked outside. The early autumn sky was as blue as wash, and the air was full of the fragrance of osmanthus flowers that bloomed early, but she smelled a bit of a changing and conspiracy atmosphere instead.

When Rong Ting left the mansion, she hurried up, holding the sword spike that had not been sent out a few days ago, and hung it on the saber around his waist.

Rong Ting lowered his head, raised his brows slightly when he raised his head, looked at Jiang Rao, and seemed confused.

In fact, it was a lovesick, and the woman sent her lover, but Jiang Rao couldn't say the word lovesickness. On a sunny day and day, she said nonsense, "This is a peace knot."

Rong Ting lowered his head and glanced at it. In order to make a hairpin for her, he read a lot of picture books. He knew what the knot was at a glance, but he just pretended not to know.

She is often rough, and when it is time to be delicate, she is more careful than anyone else.

Rong Ting smiled, raised his hand and pinched Jiang Rao's white cheek, "It's just a visit to the palace, why are you nervous?"

Jiang Rao grabbed the corner of his clothes, stood on tiptoe, and whispered into his ear, "I said, you are the path I choose."

Rong Ting remained silent, bent down slightly, lowered his head and waited for her next sentence.

Political affairs and strategy are only known. Jiang Rao considers himself shallow and can't say anything loud and loud, so he quietly muttered two useless nonsense to him, "No matter where you want to go, I will accompany you, no way back."