He was clear and logical, "He changed his surname to ours, so he is our brother."

Jiang Rao stopped boiling water and added firewood, and covered Jiang Jinxing's mouth, "No, don't talk nonsense."

How can they take advantage of others and make them have the same surname as them?

What's more, they let a future big boss who is vindictive take their last name...

You can’t do that.

Jiang Jinxing's proposal was rejected, his eyes dimmed and he frowned in thought.

He was thinking, and suddenly his eyes lit up again, "Then can I become his sworn brother?"

But was ruthlessly rejected, "No."

Jiang Jinxing was completely helpless, and muttered in a low voice without holding out hope, "Sister, do you want to marry him?"

"It's not marrying, it's marrying." Jiang Rao corrected him first, then suddenly changed the subject, "No...it's not marrying either."

Her face turned red, and she looked back at Rong Ting, suspecting that he had heard it too, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

But I saw him leaning against the bed, with his head slightly tilted, and a few hints of smile in his eyes.

With a half-smile in his eyes, he looked at her and her brother.

There is light in the eyes, clean and beautiful.

It will look very beautiful when you bring it home and just put it there.

Jiang Rao was startled by the sudden thought in her mind, "I...I didn't."

"Oh?" Rong Ting felt that the little fat boy was much more pleasing to the eye at this time. "Nothing?"

I didn’t take advantage of his body…Jiang Rao thought weakly and powerlessly.

She is indeed her mother's biological daughter.

Back then, the men who pursued her mother lined up from the east to the west of the city, and in the end they chose her father, who didn't have a good reputation at the time, simply because her father was good-looking. This shows how much she values ​​appearance.

But Jiang Rao could not have imagined that she would inherit her mother's genes and have the evil idea of ​​marrying the boy opposite her just because he was so handsome.

You can't use favors to pressure others.

Her heart was trembling, and she dared not say what she really thought. She swallowed hard to make her throat less dry. "My brother said whatever he wanted, so don't blame him."

Her brother is a good brother, but it's a pity that he has legs but can talk.

Jiang Rao picked up the boy and threw him out of the yard, closed the door, locked it, took a deep breath, and absolutely would not allow this boy who could not speak to come in again.

Her face was flushed with anger and shame, as red as a ripe fruit. When she sat down next to Rong Ting, her face was steaming.

Rong Ting knew that she took her brother's words as a joke, so he stopped joking and stayed quiet, tracing her face with his eyes, as if he had some attachment to her.

None

After a while, the doctor came over and checked Rong Ting's pulse.

The leg injury this year meant that Rong Ting’s arms had fewer opportunities to lift heavy objects. When he was at his weakest, he had almost no strength. Now that he has slowly recovered, his strength is still less than half of what it was before.

In the past, he could easily pull a 300-jin bow and shoot ten or twenty arrows without feeling any pain. But now, just shooting one arrow causes pain in his scapula.

Seeing that he had injured his leg and arm, Jiang Rao felt even more sorry for him.

The doctor wanted to take off his shirt to expose his chest to see if there were any bruises on his shoulders. Jiang Rao did not stay here to watch, but went out to avoid it.

Jiang Jinxing took advantage of this opportunity to slip in.

Zhen Zhenzhen asked Rong Ting, "How have you considered it?"

He didn't express it very clearly, but Rong Ting understood what he meant. However, she frowned. It was only because he was her brother that she reluctantly said a few more words to him, "If your sister agrees, then I agree."

Jiang Jinxing hummed, then he would go ask his sister again.

The child didn't know what he was thinking about, and suddenly asked Rong Ting, "Are you engaged yet?"

He almost forgot such an important matter. If the man in front of him was already engaged, then his sister would have to become his concubine.

Rong Ting was lazy and didn't even look at him, just shook his head.

Jiang Jinxing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My sister isn't engaged either."

"But she almost got engaged to someone as a child, but it was just almost, it didn't work out."

He always spoke whatever came to his mind. "I heard this from my father and mother after breakfast."

“With whom?” Rong Ting’s eyelids suddenly lifted.

Jiang Jinxing frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "It's a prince."

Rong Ting's vision dimmed and his brows were tightly knitted.

If he had just been a little wary just now, but now that he thought that the person she might be engaged to was the brother who had bullied him before, his eyes became dark, with a hint of depression, and his voice was tainted with hostility, "Who is it?"

But Jiang Jinxing forgot.

He only remembered that when he heard it, he was curious about how many children the emperor had, so he asked the maid and counted them on his fingers. He thought that the emperor had so many children that he didn't notice which one of them was almost engaged to his sister.

He recalled carefully, stretched out his two chubby hands, stretched and curled his fingers, but after a while, he frowned and said with some self-blame: "I forgot to count."

Rong Ting was silent for a moment.

But when I thought about the fact that he almost called her sister-in-law.

Or younger siblings.

The back molars clenched tightly.

I just felt a nameless wildfire in my heart.

It started to burn, causing pain in his head and mouth, and it felt like blood was pressing on his throat.

He clenched his fist so tightly that veins and bone marks bulged on the back of his thin hand, "Think about it carefully."

His voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed ice.

"I can't remember." Jiang Jinxing pulled his hair in annoyance. It was all his fault that he only thought about how many concubines and children the emperor had, and didn't pay much attention to who it was.

"But don't worry." Jiang Jinxing said firmly, "My father didn't agree to the marriage."

Rong Ting just felt a little relieved.

But it didn't last long.

"He said he would never agree to my sister marrying into the royal family. My sister listens to my father and won't associate with that prince."

…

After going out, Jiang Rao wanted to find Jiang Jinxing. After searching for a long time, she heard from the maid that the boy had gone back into the house.

But Jiang Rao had no way to go in and could only wait anxiously outside.

When the old doctor came out, he said that Rong Ting had a slight strain on his shoulder from drawing the bow, and prescribed some external medicine. Jiang Rao thanked the old doctor, then went into the house to find Jiang Jinxing.

She kept praying in her heart that she would never hear him say any crazy words about whether to get married or not.

At his age, he probably doesn't understand the meaning of marriage. She doesn't really understand it either, and just wants to wait until he's two years older.

When Jiang Jinxing saw Jiang Rao coming, he immediately shrank his head guiltily.

Jiang Rao just felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange and glanced at Rong Ting.

His face did not look good, and when his eyes swept towards her, there was a heavy look in his eyes that she could not understand.

She put the matter of scolding Jiang Jinxing behind her, stood up, and walked towards Rong Ting, worried that the doctor who had just come in might have told her something. "Does the strain on your shoulder hurt? The old doctor said there are bruises."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, wanting to push aside the hem of his shirt to see the bruise.

But after all, there are differences between men and women, so he put his hand back.

She just raised her watery eyes and asked him anxiously, "Does it hurt?"

She wished the wound was on her own body.

Rong Ting's gaze swept all the way to her wrist.

His gaze was as firm as if he was holding her wrist.

The thin wrist seems to break if bent.

He could hold both wrists tightly with one hand.

If only I could lock it up...

Others can't see it.

Rong Ting lowered his eyes, not even daring to ask her which of his brothers had almost made an engagement with her.

I was afraid that the darkest thoughts in my heart would escape and could not be contained.

"It's not a serious injury, it doesn't hurt, it's okay."

He said calmly, looking away and no longer looking at her wrist.

It seems that just like that, my heart can calm down.

Jiang Rao felt a little strange when she heard his hard tone, which was much hoarse than his usual deep voice.

Jiang Jinxing quietly tugged at Jiang Rao's sleeve at this time, "Sister, what's his name?"

After hearing this question, Jiang Rao bit her lower lip and whispered to Jiang Jinxing, "Ask me later."

From the beginning she wanted to know whose child he was, but he was too suspicious and always looked at her with a pair of fierce eyes like a little wolf, full of hostility, so she didn't dare to ask more.

Later, she had more and more dreams, and she thought she could get a glimpse of his family background and name from his future life.

But the fact is, a poor and humble little maid has no right to know anything about him.

She recalled her dreams over and over again, in which she served him mostly at night.

But it seemed as if that house was just his residence. He left during the day and only came back to stay overnight. He asked her to look after him all night, and then left again when he woke up.

At that time, she kept shouting "Jiu Ye Jiu Ye".

I was so angry at being enslaved by him that I could only curse him behind his back, calling him a bastard. Nine……

In her dream, she never knew his real name.

Otherwise, there is nothing you dare not do when cursing someone behind their back. You will definitely curse them by both name and surname to feel relieved.

Now Jiang Rao was not curious about his name. She just wanted to retire after his leg injury was healed. If you ask for his name and find out who he is, the more you know, the more reluctant you will be to part with him. She grew up in various places and knows this best.

There was only one thing that made her want to know who he was.

She wanted to know whose mistress his mistress was from, to see why she was so vicious and terrifying.

Jiang Jinxing ignored Jiang Rao's advice and tilted his head to look at Rong Ting, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

Rong Ting frowned and paused.

After that, they knew who he was.

Will not communicate...

I remembered what Jiang Jinxing just said.

His hand trembled.

Seeing him hesitate, Jiang Rao felt that he had something to hide, so she pulled Jiang Jinxing back and said, "Just call him brother."

Jiang Jinxing turned his head and looked at Jiang Rao, "Should I call him brother too?"

Jiang Rao imagined the scene and found it a little strange.

She was used to putting him in a weak position, and always felt that she was the older one.

Even though he is indeed older, it's okay to call him brother.

Jiang Rao was a little hesitant, her voice was weak, and she said "hmm" very lightly, as if to perfunctorily please Jiang Jinxing.

Jiang Rao heard Rong Ting say, "My name consists of a single character, Ting."

He didn't say his last name, but his hands were sweating from hesitation.

Once people who have experienced bitterness have tasted sweetness once, they will always miss the sweet taste and will not want to go back to bitterness again.

He finally found the light.

I don't want the light to disappear.

He only said his first name, not his last name, which was enough to surprise Jiang Rao.

After all, I always thought he wouldn't say it.

In the dream, she asked other maids and servants about something, but they always kept silent to her.

It's like someone is not letting them speak.

But, "Which word is right?"

She asked.

When I asked, I subconsciously stretched out my hand.

Jiang Rao had been living on the bumpy road since she was six years old. It was inconvenient to grind paper and pen in the carriage. Fourth Master Jiang wanted to teach her how to write, so he wrote on her palm.

Later, Jiang Rao taught Jiang Jinxing in the same way.

After a while, it becomes a habit.

only……

The person she is facing now is not her father, nor her brother.

Jiang Rao suddenly realized this, and pulled her hand back awkwardly. With a little embarrassment on her face, she said, "Just tell me how to write that word..."

At this moment, his wrist was grabbed by a scorching force and pulled forward.