Putting the wine jar on the table, Fourth Master Jiang looked at his son's hair sticking out from the window sill, with an expression that looked like he was waiting for praise. He strode out of the house and said, "You traitorous boy!"

Jiang Jinxing was quick to react. When he heard his father's footsteps gradually approaching him, sounding filled with dull anger, his body's experience told him that he had to run quickly, so he stood up.

Unfortunately, he squatted for too long, and his legs were numb when he stood up. He ran a step slower and was grabbed by the back of his collar by the big hand of Fourth Master Jiang.

He was like a sparrow whose wings were caught. No matter how hard he tried to flutter, he couldn't fly. He kicked his legs and shouted, "The Ninth Prince said that Daddy loves to drink this wine! He found it with great difficulty. Didn't Daddy drink it happily just now?"

His words annoyed Fourth Master Jiang, and he shouted in a deep voice, "You!"

Jiang Jinxing stopped fluttering.

"From now on, you should stay away from the Ninth Prince and the other princes in the academy."

Jiang Jinxing's face wrinkled and he kept mumbling, "But the Ninth Prince treated me very well. He taught me how to use a whip."

"wild ambition."

Fourth Master Jiang said, "There is no room for negotiation on this matter. When you grow up, you will understand."

It’s not that he can’t see what Rong Ting is thinking. Whenever his daughter appears, he no longer has eyes for anyone else.

But in this world, it is always easier to share adversity than to share prosperity.

He is in a difficult situation now, so naturally he wants to find someone to support him, but when he has everything he needs in the future, he might change his mind.

The small Ning'an Marquis's Mansion is filled with open and covert struggles, and the hearts of the people are different. Not to mention the imperial palace full of intrigue and deception. How can good people grow up in such a place?

Jiang Jinxing was scolded and was not very happy. After Fourth Master Jiang loosened his collar, he walked slowly into the house.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Jinxing didn't even turn his head and said, "Daddy doesn't like this wine, I'll move the wine."

Fourth Master Jiang stopped him, "I'll take care of the wine, you go back."

His fists were clenched, and he looked as if he was going to rush into the house and smash the wine jars to pieces.

Jiang Jinxing was frightened by his posture, turned around and walked out of the yard slowly.

Fourth Master Jiang strode back into the house and looked down at the jar of fragrant wine for a long time.

He looked at it for a long time, smelling the aroma of the wine.

After a long while, he still couldn't bring himself to smash the wine.

Another half hour passed

He relaxed his clenched fists, turned around, bolted the door, closed the window, and told the servant to watch over Jiang Jinxing and make sure he would not come back.

All in one go.

He returned to the table, stealthily took out a bottle of wine from under the table, filled it with wine, and after taking two gulps, his frown relaxed.

Although Rong Ting, he just couldn't stand her.

But the wine did nothing wrong.

How can you blame the wine?

Yes, the wine is right.

Fourth Master Jiang emphasized it again in his mind, and finally sat down to drink with peace of mind.

When he saw Rong Ting at the Egret Academy the next day, Fourth Master Jiang felt a little complicated.

He should have turned a blind eye as he had done before and walked away when the distance was still far enough.

But when he thought about how he drank until midnight and got drunk yesterday, he felt that it was a bit unreasonable for him to be as indifferent as before.

Especially since Rong Ting's eyes were already directed towards him, and he had obviously seen him, even if he pretended not to see him...

It really doesn't make sense.

Fourth Master Jiang was a little stiff, with his thick brows furrowed, and nodded in the direction of Rong Ting.

His little action fell into the eyes of Jiang Jinxing who was following behind him. Jiang Jinxing looked surprised and said, "Didn't Daddy tell me to stay away from His Highness the Ninth Prince?"

Fourth Master Jiang clenched his fists, somewhat angry at himself for having taken those two sips of wine last night, and strode away.

…

After class, Pei Songyu made a special trip to find Rong Ting.

Although he was late for the banquet at the Ning'an Marquis's residence and his examination paper was lost, it turned out to be a good thing for him. The two obvious mistakes in his essay were pointed out by Rong Ting in advance, and he pointed them out himself before Mr. Yan commented on them, thus avoiding being laughed at in front of his fellow disciples.

Outside Qingshan Academy, next to the bamboo forest, Pei Songyu was about to catch up with Rong Ting, but was stopped by his fellow disciples.

Those fellow disciples surrounded Yu Yinxue, who looked a little unhappy, and walked towards him. Yu Yinxue handed him a red invitation. Pei Songyu looked down and found that it was a wedding invitation.

"Are you getting married?" Pei Songyu was surprised.

Yu Yinxue looked at Pei Songyu with some anger.

He clearly said at the beginning that Jiang Rao was just the daughter of his benefactor, but just a few months later, he heard the news that Fourth Master Jiang intended Pei Songyu to be his son-in-law.

On the other hand, he foolishly wanted to take advantage of Pei Songyu's relationship with the Jiang family to get a marriage with the Jiang family. Could Pei Songyu really help him?

When his house was searched some time ago, a woman's purse was found in his bedroom.

After opening it, there was a hidden poem inside.

If you put the words at the beginning of the poem together, it will be exactly four words "Cui Mu Yu Lang".

It caused a huge uproar.

Everyone was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

At first he forgot the word "Cui". It was the girl named Cui whom he had flirted with. Only when he saw the handwriting did he remember who it was.

Cui He, the third daughter of the Cui family, was completely devoted to him after being teased by him a few times.

But he later heard that Cui He had more than one lover, and they really spread their nets together, so they lost contact later. Who knew that the purse she gave him would be found by someone.

He himself had forgotten when he brought the purse into the academy!

The matter became more and more serious. Lord Cui blocked his door and asked him to marry his daughter. He was not as powerful as him, so he had to bow his head and accept the marriage. He also completely gave up the idea of ​​becoming the son-in-law of the Jiang family.

But after seeing Pei Songyu, he felt even more uncomfortable. His tone was a little choked when he spoke, "Yes. I wonder when Senior Brother Pei will hear the good news."

Pei Songyu lowered his head and shook it. Yu Yinxue found him even more annoying and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince."

Rong Ting was sitting at a stone table in the bamboo forest, with Jiang Jinxing sitting opposite him, teaching him how to hold a whip.

Only when he heard Yu Yinxue calling his name did he slowly raise his eyes. When he raised his eyes, there was a kind of clarity in his pupils that seemed to be ignorant of the world. Dressed in white, he seemed to blend into the scenery behind him.

Yu Yinxue felt more and more regretful after seeing this.

He should have asked Rong Ting for help from the beginning, so he wouldn't have been tricked by Pei Songyu and wouldn't have been unable to talk to Fourth Master Jiang until now.

Huai Qing, who was waiting in the distance, saw Yu Yinxue coming over with the invitation and secretly asked Wu Que, "Who wrote the handwriting on the purse that is exactly the same as Miss Cui San's?"

The sound of their conversation was drowned out by the rustling of the bamboo leaves. Wu Que lowered his voice and replied, "His Highness the Ninth Prince wrote it himself and asked an embroiderer to make the purse."

"Is it so real that it can be mistaken for a fake?"

"Well...it's because Lord Yu and Miss Cui know so many people that they both forgot whether there really is such a purse."

Huai Qing: “…”

These two people are really a good match.

But turning around, he looked at Yu Yinxue's gentle smile from the bottom of his heart and a hint of regret when he faced Rong Ting.

There is only one thing I want to say.

——Being sold to help others count money.

Yu Yinxue handed the invitation to Rong Ting and left. He glared at Pei Songyu when he passed by him.

Pei Songyu was a little confused. Why did the junior brother who was so warm and friendly in the past suddenly seem to be his enemy?

Isn’t getting married a happy event?

He touched this side

He was confused. Over there, Rong Ting was steering his wheelchair towards him. "Senior Brother."

Pei Songyu just remembered why he came here, and smiled at Rong Ting and said, "It was thanks to Your Highness the Ninth Prince that I didn't lose face in front of everyone about the article last time. If there is a chance in the future, I hope Your Highness the Ninth Prince will be generous in giving me advice."

Rong Ting lowered his head, looking embarrassed, "I just hit the jackpot by accident, I hope you don't blame me for losing your article."

Pei Songyu shook his head, "Of course I won't blame you."

Rong Ting fiddled with the invitation in his hand and asked casually, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Yu is one year younger than you and is getting married soon. Have you planned your own wedding?"

Pei Songyu was silent for a while.

He himself couldn't explain what he was thinking.

He is a slow-tempered person and it takes him a long time to figure out some things.

As for Jiang Rao, he immediately admitted that his love for her was so deep that he couldn't live without her and couldn't change her.

But if he were to admit that he had no thoughts at all...

There was no way to nod.

His silence for a moment made Rong Ting's eyes slightly darker, but the smile on his face diluted the scrutiny in his eyes to the point where it was not easily noticed. "Master often said that Senior Brother is a man with great ambitions. I am narrow-minded. How could Senior Brother be like me, only concerned with these matters of love between men and women?"

His words made Pei Songyu blush.

——After all, he was definitely thinking about the affair between a man and a woman just now.

He is narrow-minded.

…

After everyone else in the bamboo forest had left and only Rong Ting was left, Wu Que and Huai Qing whispered, "Did the Fourth Miss have a handkerchief with the Ninth Prince..."

Last time, Jiang Rao helped Rong Ting bandage the handkerchief, but she didn’t take it back. Later, when Rong Ting was holding the handkerchief, Wu Que saw it.

He was a little strange.

If during the search, the purse made by Cui He was found in Yu Yinxue's house, and the handkerchief was found in the Ninth Prince's house... there would be no need to be so scheming and thinking so hard as it is now.

His words fell into Rong Ting's ears.

Rong Ting turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his voice was dangerous, "Miss Cui San is now infamous."

It's not like he hasn't thought about those inferior means.

It’s not that I don’t know how to use it.

After all, he has nothing to do with being a gentleman at heart.

Just think about it, after she returned to Jinling, every time she saw him, she was very cautious and afraid of being seen, and she valued her reputation very much...

He had an inexplicable intuition that this treacherous method would only make her feel disgusted.

His voice was extremely cold.

"Don't say that again."

…

At the end of the month, when chrysanthemums and osmanthus begin to smell fragrant, the palace traditionally holds a grand flower-viewing banquet.

Compared to other noble ladies, Shen Qinying arrived an hour earlier.

Queen Jiahe invited her to meet her in the back garden, and she was waiting there early.

Looking at the beautiful exotic flowers in the back garden, his eyes were full of envy and determination to obtain them.

When Empress Jiahe's gilded sedan chair appeared behind the moon-shaped gate, the envy in her eyes reached its peak.

She bent her knees, knelt down and said, "Your humble servant greets Her Majesty the Queen. May Her Majesty be blessed with good health."

Queen Jiahe looked Shen Qinying around.

Originally, she heard that Chen Que's current wife, Jiang, was promoted from a concubine, so she thought Jiang must be extremely beautiful. But now that she saw Chen Xiuying, she felt a little disappointed.

Not to mention that she was far from being as flamboyant and bright as Qin Yun, some of the pretty palace maids in Jinxiu Palace would be much better than her if they could dress like the girl in front of her.

But looking at the way she dresses from head to toe, she has put a lot of effort into it. She must be quite proud of her appearance and has a good character.

Empress Jiahe was already somewhat disdainful in her heart, but she did not show it on her face. She asked Chen Xiuying, "Why have you been looking for me?"

"I want to tell these words to your Majesty alone."

Empress Jiahe was not at ease and dismissed the palace maids around her. She waved her hand and asked Shen Xiuying to come closer, "Go ahead."

Shen Qinying leaned close to Empress Jiahe's ear and whispered a few words.

"How dare you!" Empress Jiahe's expression changed. "Do you know that you are committing an unforgivable crime by speaking like this?"

Seeing this, Shen Xiuying immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the ground, "Your Majesty, I dare not lie."