Yu Yinxue got the news from Rong Ting and took advantage of the situation to find someone to damage the shaft of the Jiang family's carriage.

Jiang Rao finally got on Rong Ting's carriage.

In the whole thing, it was obviously Rong Ting who was the one who planned and reaped the benefits.

In the end, people on both sides were grateful to him.

"If I hadn't told him where your carriage was, he wouldn't have had the chance to sabotage it."

The accomplice of the evildoer had his eyelids drooped, looking heartbroken.

The light in the carriage was gloomy. The pretty little bastard lowered his head slightly and whispered to himself, "It's all my fault."

She was dressed in white, had a clean face, and was as pretty and elegant as a lotus.

Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of her younger brother who had flipped the tiles and tried to make excuses despite having irrefutable evidence. Then she looked at the young man in front of her who was lowering his head and losing energy because of a careless mistake. It's true that people are not comparable.

She said, "You did it unintentionally, and being taken advantage of is not your fault."

Rong Ting raised his head slightly, but he looked unhappy, and his fingers were still slightly tense.

"When you see him in the future, just ignore him." Jiang Rao said, "I never pay attention to him when I see him."

Rong Ting's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Yeah."

…

She had long expected that Yu Yinxue would use some inferior means to do things secretly, and she would not get on Yu Yinxue's carriage.

When Yu Yinxue was told which carriage the Jiang family had, he knew that he and she would be riding in the same carriage today.

The boy is like a little fox with white fur. He is handsome, but he is also the cause of trouble. He also has the scheming and methods that no one can match.

Thinking of his senior brother Yu who was determined to become the son-in-law of the Jiang family, his eyes became sharp for a moment.

"Year after year."

He suddenly called her softly.

Jiang Rao, who was leaning against the car window and looking out, turned around, but a slender and powerful hand passed through her back, reached into her hair, grabbed the hairpin, and pulled outward with force to take off her hairpin.

"Offended."

Waist-length hair suddenly cascaded down.

Jiang Rao was unaware of the situation. He had used his hands as a comb to tie her hair into a new bun like a man and put a new hairpin in it.

A jade hairpin with a jade hairpin crown in the middle.

He made it with his own hands.

"Your hair is messy, I think the hairpin is not suitable, I changed it for you."

"Ah, so my hair is messy?"

Jiang Rao covered her head and raised her eyes subconsciously.

Want to look up.

But she couldn't see what her hair looked like even if she tilted her neck back.

Rong Ting raised his hand and rubbed the tip of her upturned nose, "It's not messy now."

His fingers were cold and Jiang Rao lowered his head.

She shook her head slightly, but the bun on her head did not move. She obediently accepted the bun and hairpin he tied for her.

Rong Ting was finally satisfied.

He liked to see something about him in her.

Like some kind of implicit revelation.

Declaring to others who she is.

The carriage headed all the way to the hunting ground in the suburbs.

The roads in Jinling City are flat, but as you head towards the outskirts of the city, the roads become increasingly winding and bumpy. The carriage sways, but the furnishings inside the carriage are very comfortable.

The journey was long, and Jiang Rao woke up early in the morning. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon she could no longer resist the sleepiness and was dragged into a dream.

Rong Ting held a scroll of landscape notes in his hand.

Nanzhang has heavy rain, which is not conducive to farming.

No matter how much grain we donate there this year, it will only be a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. The more grain we donate, the more likely it is that the victims will become lazy.

But places that are not conducive to farming may not be unable to support other things.

Rong Ting flipped through the book in his hand, frowning in thought.

Originally, he didn't care how many people died in this world.

He doesn't care what his reputation is.

But she cared about his reputation.

One thousand dan of grain and five hundred dan of flour ensured that no one in the academy dared to ridicule and make fun of him anymore.

Since she cared, he cared too.

Occasionally I looked up and saw Jiang Rao had fallen asleep beside me.

She nodded her little head downward, looking a little uneasy in her sleep, with her brows knitted and not smiling.

He shook his head and took off his coat to put it on her.

She suddenly leaned towards his shoulder.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her breathing light and even.

He slept much more peacefully, his brows relaxed, as if he had found support.

His figure froze at this moment.

The sun is high outside and insects are chirping in the fields.

Inside the small carriage, his whole world became peaceful and quiet.

The prosperity of the secular world and the hustle and bustle of the red dust are no match for her gentle leaning.

He protected her head, put his coat on her, lifted the hair scattered around her ears with his fingers, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Nian Nian."

Jiang Rao didn't wake up.

Rong Ting held a few strands of her hair in his hands. His voice was still low, but his eyes were cold. He murmured in a deep voice, "Don't let another man tie your hair for you again."

Jiang Rao was sleeping in a daze.

I had a dream.

She dreamed that her father asked her if she wanted to change

Continue to stay in Bailu Academy.

Judging from his expression, he had a stern face, as if he didn't want her to stay in Bailu Academy anymore.

"Yes." she said immediately.

Rong Ting's fingers that were around her ears suddenly stopped.

Jiang Rao didn't wait for her father's reaction in her dream. The second time, she spoke clearly and anxiously, "Yes"

“…”

Rong Ting's eyes sank.

As if he was a little angry, he loosened his fingers around her hair, and his shoulders were tense in displeasure.

Even in her dreams, the little girl was very alert and seemed to have noticed that her pillow was not being very honest.

Like... growing legs and wanting to run

She quickly moved her head, chased after him, hugged him, and held him closer.

Rong Ting looks thin, but actually he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist under his white shirt, with a thin layer of muscle on his back. He doesn't feel uncomfortable at all when you hug him. The daily medicinal baths make his body smell fresh and pleasant, and it makes people feel at ease when they lean against him.

Jiang Rao hugged this human-shaped pillow and felt particularly safe in her sleep.

Rong Ting looked at her for a long time, and finally, he sneered angrily.

"It's okay if you want."

He can deal with those who want to touch her.

…

The carriage stopped at the hunting ground.

Jiang Rao hasn't woken up yet.

Her sleeping position had changed from resting her head on Rong Ting's shoulder to resting her head on his legs. When she woke up, she was so scared that her soul almost left her body. "Is your leg okay?"

Rong Ting waited until she woke up before calling the coachman to open the door. He lied more and more easily, "They are unconscious."

Jiang Rao felt a little regretful, so she got off the carriage before him, wanting to lend a hand to help him.

She stepped on a small stool to get off the car. Just as she put her foot firmly on the ground, she heard hurried footsteps coming from the front, gradually approaching.

Before Jiang Rao could raise her eyes and see anything, the small stool was kicked to the ground.

Jiang Rao's feet were originally firmly on the bench, and for a moment they were suspended in the air, and she almost fell down.

If Rong Ting's hand had not been holding her tightly from behind, she would have fallen off the carriage and hit the ground face down.

Jiang Rao frowned in annoyance.

The instigator had an arrogant smile on his face, "Little mute, don't get involved with this cripple, it will bring you bad luck everywhere."

It’s Liu Heguang.

Liu Heguang looked at Jiang Rao and didn't really take "him" seriously. He was just dissatisfied that such a waste like Rong Ting had someone taking care of him.

He raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and bumped Jiang Rao's shoulder. The dandy boys only tried to get close to each other, which seemed very unruly. He said, "Why don't you come to find your brother?"

An expression that said "don't be so tactless" on his face.

Xie Tongyan came from behind, and he was the same as Liu Heguang, echoing Liu Heguang's words, "Hey, country bumpkin, why don't we take you to see the real nobles in Jinling. What can you see around this cripple who was born from a palace girl?"

Before he could finish his words, he let out an "ouch".

When he looked down, he saw that the plain-looking little mute was stepping firmly on the top of his boot.

The pain made Xie Tongyan furious, and he raised his hand to slap Jiang Rao.

His hand was grabbed tightly by someone.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Xie Tongyan turned around and saw that it was Pei Songyu, and the strength in his palm immediately weakened.

Although his father is the Prime Minister, he is old and may not be able to remain in the position for long in a few years.

Pei Songyu was born in poverty, but at a young age, he held the position of Minister, and was a leader among the rising talents.

Although Pei Songyu and Xie Tongyan are of the same generation, when Xie Tongyan saw him, he lowered his head obediently as if he was seeing an elder.

They kept their distance and left with Liu Heguang.

Pei Songyu looked at Jiang Rao.

He did not recognize that Jiang Rao was actually a girl, and only thought that he was the adopted son of Jiang Siye. He said apologetically: "Those two junior brothers are naughty and cause trouble. They have caused trouble for me."

Jiang Rao looked at him gratefully and pursed her lips.

Rong Ting's eyebrows jumped, afraid that she would write to another man's hand like she did to him, so he spoke reluctantly, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Pei Songyu smiled at them.

He looked at Jiang Rao, "The Fourth Master is not here, but he asked me to take good care of you and Jing'er. It's my fault that I was late. Something almost happened just now. Brother, you should go with me from now on to avoid any accidents."

Jiang Rao was thinking about it when her sleeve was suddenly pulled gently.

She looked back.

He met Rong Ting’s pitiful eyes.

If he had a pair of puppy ears on his head, they would be drooping at this moment.

Jiang Rao thought that she had just slept with her head resting on his legs, and was afraid that the burden she created would cause his leg injury to relapse. She would be really worried if she didn't keep an eye on him all the time.

She turned around and shook her head at Pei Songyu.

Pei Songyu has a gentle personality and never likes to force others. She smiled and said, "Brother, take care of yourself."

As for what the Fourth Master told him to do, he just had to do it secretly.

Jiang Rao smiled and nodded.

Pei Songyu then realized that although this brother-in-law was not good-looking, his eyes were very bright when he smiled.

It's a pity that I can't speak.

He touched her head and left with a smile.

Jiang Rao watched him leave, and thought of his situation in her previous dream, and felt inexplicably guilty.

Her sleeves were hooked back again, and a displeased voice sounded from behind her, "Senior Brother Pei is the best student in the academy."

"The teachers praised his talent, and his fellow students often gathered around him to discuss academic matters with him."

Rong Ting looked melancholy, "He is so popular, unlike me, who has a dull temperament and is not liked by others."

He pulled the knuckles of her sleeve and gently moved them, then shook her sleeve, "You are the only one who can accompany me, please don't leave."

So pitiful, so pitiful.

Jiang Rao nodded heavily.

…

There were already people watching around the hunting ground.

Jiang Rao looked at the noble lady from aristocratic family sitting far away outside the venue and frowned slightly.

If she had known that she could come in as a woman, she wouldn't have made herself look so humiliated.

It’s because I’ve been away from Jinling for a long time and I don’t know the details of some small places.

She looked away, but she didn't know that a pair of troubled eyes were cast on her from afar.

Chen Xiuying looked at the person pushing Rong Ting's wheelchair and twisted the handkerchief in her hand tightly.

She heard that the Ninth Prince would come, so she came to this dirty dirt field today.

How come others can get close to Rong Ting, but she can't?

Why is everything different from her previous life?

It was obvious that in his previous life, he had such a weird temper that no matter who it was, whether male or female, except the little maidservant beside him, no one could even touch the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Jinxing ran towards Jiang Rao.

In one hand he held a long whip, and in the other he held a large curved bow.

Jiang Rao thought he was looking for her, but she didn't expect Jiang Jinxing to come closer and look at Rong Ting.

He handed the bow and arrow to Rong Ting, "Big brother, do you want to shoot arrows?"

He also remembered the majestic performance of Rong Ting when he saved him in Yecheng and shot an arrow through the air from a hundred paces away.

Jiang Rao pinched his cheek, but what she remembered was Rong Ting's injured arm. She whispered, "Don't mess around."

She held Jiang Jinxing's hand, looked around, and saw that their servants were left far behind by Jiang Jinxing on the west side of the venue.

On Rong Ting's palm, he wrote, "I'm sending my brother to Jiang Ping. I'll be back in a moment."

Rong Ting nodded.

Liu Heguang and Xie Tongyan's provocation failed and they were instead taught a lesson by Pei Songyu, leaving them filled with rage.

Seeing that Rong Ting was alone at the moment, he came over boldly again, "Young Master Jiang, you are counting on the wrong person. How can a useless person who needs to be taken care of by others shoot arrows?"

Xie Tongyan pointed at the target with long arrows piercing its center, and threw a longbow and quiver into Rong Ting's arms, proudly and majestically saying, "See? This is my ability. If you have the ability, show me some."