The white cat Pomegranate jumped out of her arms, her head was restrained, and her lips were gently touched.

Something that I had never experienced before, and had never even imagined, just happened suddenly for no reason.

Jiang Rao looked like a little rabbit with its four legs tied up, and the tips of its fair ears had turned a trembling pink from fear.

She reached out, trying to push him away.

The person opposite seemed to have noticed her intention and held down one of her hands before she could make any move.

The other hand held the back of her head tighter, with a somewhat ferocious movement.

He bit her lower lip with resentment.

No restraint, do whatever you want.

pain.

Jiang Rao suddenly woke up.

She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pulled her hand free, pushed him forward hard, broke free and took a step back.

She raised her hand and wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand, her eyes welling with tears.

No wonder it hurts so much.

Bitten.

The drunkard who only knew how to bite people raised his eyes blankly.

His facial features, which became more delicate and cool as he grew older, were a little hazy in the chill of the night.

In his narrow and long phoenix eyes, there was still some ferocity like that of a little wolf cub, but also a little bit of confusion.

Will she in the dream also push him away?

His face darkened and turned pale as frost.

But the color of her lips was redder and more fresh than ever before, like a fairy.

Jiang Rao looked at his thin lips which were so fresh and moist as if they were secretly coated with a woman's lip balm, and pursed her own slightly sore lips, feeling resentful.

A drunk guy.

If his body wasn't warm and he wasn't really alive, she would really suspect that he was a demon who came to steal her essence.

She wiped her lips hard twice. If an unmarried girl is molested by someone, she has very good reasons to slap him in the face.

Even if her father knew about this...

Next year she can burn paper money on his grave.

But she didn't slap him in the face in the end.

It’s not that he didn’t want to care about it anymore, but because the squeaking sound of mice suddenly sounded in the yard, which was continuous and disturbing and attracted Jiang Rao’s attention.

The evil cat Shi Liu seized the opportunity to escape from her arms, and then ran to the foot of the wall to catch mice.

The big white cat was a nimble fat guy, and he caught a mouse in no time.

But at the same time it was also held down by Jiang Rao.

Concubine Yun told Jiang Rao that Shi Liu was a male cat whose only hobby was catching mice.

But if it eats a mouse one day, it will be as limp as a dead cat for the rest of the month, unable to get up.

Jiang Rao took Shi Liu aside and didn't allow her to eat the mouse.

The little mouse narrowly escaped and quickly ran away.

Shi Liu got angry and jumped out of Jiang Rao's arms. She hid her chubby body in the shadow at the foot of the wall, looking angry and with her back to Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao wanted to coax it. She bit her lip, and the slight pain on her lower lip suddenly reminded her that it was this evil cat that stole her clothes and brought her here tonight.

The culprit.

No more coaxing.

She turned to look at the drunkard sitting on the bluestone steps and frowned.

Regardless of how he suddenly appeared here, how could a sick person who was taking medicine dare to drink?

Jiang Rao didn't realize that in the blink of an eye, she was no longer angry with him for flirting with her.

I also forgot to care.

I was so angry about his drinking.

He didn't want his legs anymore, but she was the one who begged for the medicine back, and she didn't agree to give it to him.

She took away Rong Ting's wine jar and said fiercely, "No drinking from now on."

There were four or five empty altars scattered around the courtyard.

How much did he drink?

Rong Ting opened his panicked eyes and said, "It's uncomfortable."

"You are not allowed to drink even if you feel uncomfortable."

"But you don't want me anymore."

Rong Ting sat there blankly, his face looking fragile and pitiful.

Suddenly, he said, "Then I won't bother with you either."

After saying that, he turned his head and sulked at the wall.

It was as if another soul of the white cat sulking at the foot of the wall had moved into my body.

The back is as angry as before.

Jiang Rao looked at the two figures, one big and one small, who were facing away from her, and couldn't help but be filled with questions.

These two guys...

One destroyed her clothes and made her feet hurt from chasing him, and the other bit her.

She is obviously the one who has suffered the most injustice, so why are these two feeling aggrieved?

Jiang Rao wanted to go around to Rong Ting and see how drunk he was.

But we can't favor one over the other, we also have to take care of the pomegranates.

She wanted to pick up the pomegranate first and then take care of him.

Rong Ting heard rustling sounds behind him and thought she was leaving again. He was filled with sorrow and anger and had a headache.

Jiang Rao just raised her foot when she saw the person in front of her, who was angrily turning his back towards her, suddenly turned back quickly.

The corner of her sleeve was gently pulled by someone. She looked down and saw slender jade-like fingers hooking on the corner of her sleeve.

The thin bones are taut, the lines are sharp, and they are trembling slightly.

There is nothing on the boy's face.

His expression changed to one of being wronged.

But he used a fierce tone and said fierce words, "You are not allowed to leave."

"I'm paying attention to you again," he said.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice trembled slightly, and his shaking fingers revealed his emotions.

He didn't care about his dignity anymore and begged her, "Don't leave."

…

Jiang Rao felt that her backbone might have been thrown to the dogs.

As soon as he acted coquettishly with that beautiful face, all her anger disappeared.

Shameful, shameful, truly shameful.

But who can resist a pretty boy who knows how to act like a spoiled child...

Jiang Rao couldn't resist.

Just feed it to the dog.

Following the force with which Rong Ting was pulling at the corner of her sleeve, she lowered her head and looked at Rong Ting, "When did I ignore you?"

The sulking white cat squatting at the foot of the wall, with a cute face and fat body, was overshadowed by Rong Ting and forgotten at the foot of the wall. It continued to squat there, its back facing the wall looking desolate and lonely. She's cute and fat, but no one cares.

Rong Ting said in a hoarse voice, "Yecheng, you left without saying a word."

Jiang Rao frowned, "I was in a hurry to leave, but my father said he would find someone to tell you."

“They said you’d never come back.”

Truth comes out when drunk.

After hearing this, Jiang Rao frowned even deeper.

The problem lies with the person who delivers the message.

"The messenger got the message wrong. My aunt was sick, so I rushed back to Jinling. My father took my brother and me out of the city overnight, without giving me time to talk to you in person. But I plan to go back to accompany you after my aunt recovers."

As Jiang Rao spoke, she suddenly felt a shudder in her heart, "So, you came back to Jinling just to find me?"

Rong Ting responded with a vague “hmm”.

His eyes slid down and glanced at her slender wrist.

Instead, I couldn't help but want to make a pair of golden shackles, lock him up, and never leave him again.

The hand that was hooked on her sleeve quietly grasped her wrist, little by little, increasing the force.

Hearing her hiss, he withdrew his hand as if in fear.

Whenever his extremely dark thoughts occupied his entire mind, his entire head would ache.

Thinking of her in pain, my heart aches too.

Jiang Rao rubbed her wrist, feeling that he was too drunk and acted recklessly. Thinking about what he had just said, that he returned to Jinling just to find her, she couldn't get angry at all.

She saw him lowering his eyes again, his black pupils looked a little red because of the bloodshot in his eyes, and judging from his expression, he really looked more and more like the puppy her grandparents had raised.

She is

When Ji was little, the puppy always stuck to her and would never leave her side.

Maybe sick people are particularly vulnerable and want to get close to the person who is good to them.

Jiang Rao said, "I said I would stay with you until your leg gets better, and I will stay with you until the day you really get better."

Rong Ting had his eyelids drooped, reeking of alcohol and feeling miserable.

Coax him outside of dreams and coax him in dreams.

But he just wanted to believe it. No matter how many times she coaxed him, he still wanted to believe it. Even in a dream, he lost his temper when he heard her explanation.

But I am the one who is very angry but stops being angry once I am coaxed.

Every time he had a headache, he had an intuition that if he locked her up, she would resent and hate him, and one day, she would leave him completely and he would never find her again.

He wouldn't let that happen.

But he wanted to be of value to her.

If you have value, you won't be abandoned.

"Niannian, you have everything." He hooked her sleeve again and murmured, "But I have nothing."

He wanted to give her the whole world.

But his whole world was given by her.

He has nothing.

He murmured softly, his brows furrowed, hiding the dark thoughts in his heart tightly, and on the surface, he looked guilty.

Jiang Rao glanced at Shouhuai Palace. She didn't believe in ghosts or gods, but she felt that the palace was too gloomy. It made people feel cold as soon as they walked in, and rats could be heard squeaking and running around at the foot of the wall.

The place he lived in in Yecheng was a dilapidated wooden house, and when he returned to the palace, he lived in a haunted palace.

But looking at his expression, he doesn't seem to care about this at all.

Or get used to it.

He's a poor little guy who gets bullied wherever he goes.

I didn't do anything wrong, it's just that I had a bad fate.

Jiang Rao sighed, her disgust for Empress Jiahe almost reaching its peak. She was in the palace and heard what the palace maids said about Rong Ting.

In their eyes, Rong Ting was a naughty boy with a bad nature. On the contrary, his nominal mother, Empress Jiahe, was a good mother who put in a lot of effort to raise the naughty boy into someone who behaved like a human being.

Some palace maids and eunuchs knew that she treated Rong Ting harshly in terms of food and clothing, but in their eyes, this was just a tough measure that should be used to guide a bad boy onto the right path.

The one who actually does evil earns a good reputation, while the poor person who is bullied becomes the bad guy in the eyes of others.

Jiang Rao finally understood why her aunt was always trying to tear off the mask on Queen Jiahe's face.

She also wanted to show her teeth and claws.

…

The drunken man took her sleeve and led her

After a while, it became quieter and quieter.

Jiang Rao waited until he fell asleep, moved him back to the house, and wiped his face clean.

It was a similar scene, as if he had returned to Yecheng on the night when he was seriously ill.

Now that he is back, Jiang Rao is no longer in a hurry to return to Yecheng.

He wasn't even in a hurry to return to the Jiang Mansion.

I always feel that if I leave him alone in the palace, he will be bullied by others.

Looking at the boy's face in his sleep.

Jiang Rao frowned.

Finally, she took action and slapped him lightly on the face.

It was like a slap in the face to him.

Just consider it as revenge for him biting her.

When he sobers up tomorrow, he might not remember anything, and it would be a bad idea to argue with him then.

After taking revenge, Jiang Rao clapped his hands.

It would be fine if he forgot, she wouldn't tell anyone.

Let’s just pretend that this never happened.

Jiang Rao left Shouhuai Palace holding the pomegranate.

…

When Rong Ting sobered up, all his black hair was gone.

There was a sense of decadence on his face as he just woke up from a drunken stupor.

He supported his swollen forehead and stood up, as if he was recalling something, his eyes became increasingly deep.

Everything I dreamed about last night was so absurd.

All of them were dreams that developed according to his fantasies, and were even better than he had imagined.

Rong Ting raised his hand and pressed his thin lips, pursing them.

He touched his cheek again and frowned suspiciously.

But the dream I had last night was so real that it didn’t seem like a dream.

The courtyard and the house were filled with the smell of alcohol. Si Ying and Huai Qing both frowned when they stepped into Shouhuai Palace in the early morning.

The master you serve is not only a cripple, but also a man who has completely resigned himself to his fate. He is so decadent and frustrated that he drowns his sorrows in alcohol. Following such a master, there is really no future at all.

Hearing the noise in the room, Si Ying said in annoyance: "You go in and serve me. I hate the smell of wine."

Huai Qing was also unwilling to serve, but he knew what a servant should do. He looked at Si Ying unhappily and walked in.

But even when Rong Ting was drunk, he didn't want anyone to get close to him or touch him.

He lowered his head, buttoned his clothes, and asked slowly, "Did anyone come to the palace last night?"

Huai Qing stood far to one side and replied, "Last night our master asked us to go back, so we didn't come all night. When we came back at dawn, we didn't see anyone."

It was a gloomy yard and they didn't want to stay here during the day, let alone at night.

If there is a chance not to wait, I will naturally not stay even for an hour longer.

Rong Ting's eyes dimmed.

At this time, Si Ying came in with a smile on his face.

Si Ying was followed by a palace maid carrying soup. He walked in and said, "Master, the hangover soup from Shuxiang Palace is here for you."