Her voice was so soft that only the two of them listened.

Rong Ting caught her and entered the carriage. As soon as the curtain was drawn, she bit her lip and leaned on her shoulder lazily, saying, "I don't know if the road ahead is good or bad."

The smile in his eyes was wiped away, and his tone suddenly became cold and domineering, "Even if there is no certainty, you have to accompany me."

Even if she died, he would not let her leave half a step.

He sighed, "I originally thought that, if you want to, this is the best."

...

More than half of the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital are in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, serving in front of the dragon couch.

When Rong Ting came, in the crowd, a man surnamed Zhang didn't look up, but quietly adjusted the sleeve of his right shirt with his left hand.

When Rong Ting took the medicine bowl from the waiter's hand, he glanced at Zhang Yuanzheng.

When Zhang Yuan was arranging the corners of his sleeves, three fingers were on top and two fingers were pressing on the fabric of the sleeves.

three months.

Rong Ting slowly retracted his gaze.

On the couch, Emperor Zhaowu looked sick and tired.

He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. He lost weight quickly in a short period of half a year, and he became a dead leaf in the late autumn of November, with only bones left.

Rong Ting tasted the medicine and handed it to the eunuch who was serving in the side.

The two palace servants helped Emperor Zhaowu on the couch and fed the medicine. Emperor Zhaowu opened his eyes and coughed continuously. Rong Ting stayed by the side and said, "Father, I have already tasted this medicine."

Emperor Zhaowu was seriously ill, and there were many changes in and outside the palace. A few days ago, a prince came to visit the patient, and the medicine was mixed with medicinal materials that were unfavorable to the body. After the investigation, he was deposed from the title. Emperor Zhaowu felt cold, and he was even more suspicious of his sons. After road inspection.

After drinking the medicine, he wanted to talk to Rong Ting, but there was nothing to say.

Through Rong Ting's face, he could not remember what he looked like when he was a child. At most, he could only vaguely remember his mother and concubine through his face.

Including the two years that Rong Ting had just returned to the palace from Yecheng, he and his ninth sons were only a few encounters. If it hadn't been for the affairs entrusted to him later on to his liking, he would have given him a fief far away from the capital and hastily dismissed it.

In those days, the accident of Rong Ting's mother concubine was caused by the empress, and he handed Rong Ting over to the empress to raise him.

After Emperor Zhaowu became ill, his temper became unstable, gloomy and unsteady, and when he remembered the embarrassment, he flicked the arm of the eunuch who was serving him medicine. Trembling with fright, the medicine bowl rolled to the ground.

A few drops of bitter concoction splashed onto the back of Rong Ting's boots.

He stood there, unavoidable, bent over to pick up the bowl on the ground, and handed it to the eunuch who was terrified and trembling. He said in a calm tone, "I don't know why the emperor summoned his sons and ministers?"

After Emperor Zhaowu got angry, there was only fatigue left in his body, and he was so tired that he lost all vitality, "I can't go to the morning court, and in the future, you will move your office to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and help me read the official documents and take care of it. official business."

"My son will share the worries of the father and the emperor."

"Change it." Emperor Zhaowu's spirit improved a little, and he coughed, "Don't tell Yun'er about my current situation."

Rong Ting responded, "My son knows," and before leaving, thinking of what Emperor Zhaowu had instructed him, he sneered silently.

When the queen killed his biological mother in childbirth, after the father found out, he felt no guilt and didn't want to admit that he had made a mistake, so Li Ren kept it from him.

It's a pity that the father didn't know, this was what he told Li Ren to pass on, and he understood it clearly at a young age. Now that he is confused, how can he hide it.

But it doesn't matter.

The life of the person who didn't care about his life and life and didn't ask any questions had already been in his hands.

Shortly after leaving the palace, Liao Qiubai met with Rong Ting in private.

"I asked people from the Taiyuan Hospital. The emperor's illness, the medicine stone is not a doctor, I'm afraid it won't last this winter."

Rong Ting lowered his head and drank the tea, "Three months."

Liao Qiu shook his hands and said in shock, "...So fast?"

There was no expression on Rong Ting's face, the white mist in the porcelain cup made it seem extremely quiet.

"I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful these few months." Liao Qiubai frowned and lowered his voice, staring at Rong Ting, trying to see his plan.

Rong Ting only nodded slightly, his face sullen.

He has always been hilarious and unpredictable.

Liao Qiubai gave up inquiring and looked at Rong Ting's saber standing beside the chair. He had a good memory and said casually, "I didn't see you hanging any accessories on the sword before. This lovesickness buckle is beautiful."

Acacia buckle...

Rong Ting glanced at it, then turned the sword to one side, so that the sword spike turned to the back, the hilt blocked, and the light could not penetrate.

"It's really pretty," he said.

"My wife gave it to me."

His eyes became brighter for a moment, and the tone was blatant showing off, like a child talking about his favorite things to others, showing off while clenching them tightly, for fear of being robbed by others.

Liao Qiubai was serving Rong Ting, watching him quietly play with his mother's eminent imperial brothers and brothers in the palm of his hand, he was afraid that the tastes would be mixed, even if he prided himself on being resourceful, he would not dare to overdo it. Guess Rong Ting's mind.

He said goodbye quickly.

Rong Ting held the long sword in his hand. He looked at the sword spikes hanging from the hilt. Thousands of thin red threads were strung into knots the size of walnuts.

A person who is not good at sewing can be dexterous in knitting things.

He played with the lovesickness knot all the way, remembering that Jiang Rao hurriedly hid things when he saw him a few months ago, his eyes suddenly moved, and he laughed lowly while clutching the lovesickness knot.

He understood where her dexterity came from.

In a few months, I am afraid I have made a dozen or so, and picked the best looking one for him. He can guess her careful thinking after a little thought.

It's a pity that she couldn't guess his mind, as long as it was given by her, it was all good.

...

The sky was gloomy, there were a few lonely stars on the night, and the night wind blew the glazed lanterns under the corridor.

Jiang Rao was lying by the window, wearing a cloak to keep out the cold, looking at the road outside through the paired window.

She thought about the words that Rong Ting said before leaving the house in the daytime, but the little smile on Chang Xiao's face disappeared, and she seemed to be distracted.

Not escaping from him was originally something she was willing to do, but when he said it, it seemed like he was persecuting her.

However, in the end, he didn't hide his thoughts from her.

Jiang Rao narrowed her eyes, as if raindrops fell on her cheeks, a cool feeling.

She raised her eyes, Rong Ting was withdrawing the fingers that touched her cheek.

He walked silently, until she touched Jiang Rao's cheek, and she realized that he was back.

Rong Ting played with the Acacia button all the way, in a good mood, with a smile on his face. He also smiled in front of people, but the smile was always the same, gentle and unfamiliar. Looking at Jiang Rao, the smile was sincere, and he wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart. He was born very well, no matter how he smiled, he was good-looking. Jiang Rao would feel lucky when he saw him smiling.

In her dream, she had never seen him smile, and she was cold from the inside out.

Rong Ting put his arms around Jiang Rao's waist, lifted her up, and let her sit on his lap.

He had the lovesick button on his middle finger, and when he mentioned Jiang Rao's eyes, the red rope was tied to his slender and powerful fingers, and the tassels dangled into his palm. He said, "Will you make another one for me every year?"

Jiang Rao's emotions were a little immersed in the mind just now. Seeing that he didn't mention it at all, she didn't mention it for the time being.

But his request made her pouted and whispered two words, "greedy."

There was anger in her tone, and Rong Ting smiled.

His smile was splendid, his chin was two inches up against Jiang Rao's chest, and the smile trembled, as if it could penetrate her bones and reach her heart, causing her heart to tremble.

"I have always been greedy for Nian Nian."

Jiang Rao was afraid that she would not do well, so she gave him one, and the next one had to be better than the first one.

She bowed her head, "That will give me some more time."

"Ten days?"

Jiang Rao's voice was a little lower, "One month."

"Three months."

Jiang Rao was surprised by his sudden generosity, and Rong Ting's arm on her waist tightened a little, "I'm going to Jiangzhou, can I think about him every year?"

Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and she would have misunderstood, "I miss him, and I miss you more."

She thought that he was eating because of her brother.

Although there was a smile in Rong Ting's eyes, he sighed, "The maple forest in Jiangzhou in September is as red as a sea of ​​fire, do you want to see it every year?"

Only then did Jiang Rao realize that something was wrong, and turned to look at her, "You want me to go to Jiangzhou?"

Let's look at Fenglin in September... go back and forth, plus the time spent there, three months are not enough.

Rong Ting smiled, his teeth were pointed, and he looked a little childish, and said, "If you want to give me something every year, I will naturally have to stay better every year."

He said softly, "Ask your father-in-law and mother-in-law to accompany you to Jiangzhou, come back after watching the maple leaves, and then deduct the lovesickness for me."

Jiang Rao was stunned and lost his mind. After a while, he said softly, "You entered the palace today, what happened to the royal father?"

Rong Ting likes Jiang Rao, likes all of her, the only thing he doesn't like is that sometimes she is really not easy to cheat.