Jiang Jinxing handed the white velvet blanket to Rong Ting.
The blanket was much longer than him. As Jiang Jinxing ran along, the folded blanket became messy, with one corner almost falling to the ground. He couldn't bear to let that corner fall to the ground, so he stretched his neck tightly, trying to hold the blanket higher and higher, far away from the ground.
But because of this, my vision was obstructed and I staggered as if I was about to fall.
Huai Qing hurried forward to support him and took the blanket from his hand.
Jiang Jinxing was so anxious that he waved his hands and said to Rong Ting, "Cover the blanket quickly. This is my elder sister's order."
Rong Ting raised his hand to take the blanket and draped it over his knees.
When he lowered his eyes, he thought of the look on the little girl's face when she was instructing her brother. The extremely cold and world-weary feeling in his eyes suddenly shattered for a moment, and the ice and snow melted.
Jiang Jinxing saw Rong Ting put a blanket on his legs, and his waving hands calmed down.
Yu Yinxue was stunned.
He bent down and looked at Jiang Jinxing, "Young Master Jiang."
Facing Jiang Jinxing, his eyes were very gentle when he smiled, "You and your sister are so kind."
Jiang Jinxing pulled Huai Qing's hand, secretly hid behind Huai Qing, frowned and looked somewhat alert.
At this time, Rong Ting waved to Jiang Jinxing, "Come here."
Jiang Jinxing called him and he came immediately.
He hurried over to his side.
This time, Yu Yinxue was obviously left out.
Rong Ting looked at Yu Yinxue with a faint smile and explained for Jiang Jinxing: "He is shy, please don't mind it, Senior Brother."
Yu Yinxue laughed dryly twice.
"So that's how it is."
Because I found the bottom of the stairs, I inexplicably felt grateful to Rong Ting.
I suddenly regretted that I had chosen the wrong person at the beginning.
Although Pei Songyu was a distant relative of the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion, he knew nothing about it.
On the contrary, it is not as good as Rong Ting.
Seeing how close Jiang Jinxing was to him, one could tell that they must have known each other before.
The colors of their clothes are even somewhat similar.
Rong Ting was talking to Jiang Jinxing, "Thank your sister for me later."
Yu Yinxue thought of what Rong Ting had just told him, that Jiang Rao was sulking and no one could disturb her. Seeing that Jiang Jinxing had just returned from Jiang Rao, he wanted to find out something from this little kid.
Even though he was ignored just now, he smiled warmly and asked Jiang Jinxing tentatively: "When you go back, tell your sister. Your sister will definitely be happy."
He wanted to know if Jiang Rao was really angry at the moment, just as Rong Ting said.
Rong Ting's eyes dimmed, and he looked at Jiang Jinxing, clenching his fingers slightly.
Jiang Jin looked at Yu Yinxue fiercely.
Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years.
Having just been teased by Yang Xiuzhu in Yecheng, he felt frightened when he saw this well-mannered scholar who mentioned his sister as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Hmm, I don't know."
He has learned his lesson and will not be bitten by snakes again.
Rong Ting's eyes returned to normal, and he said to Huai Qing, "The opera in Tingyin Courtyard is very lively. Huai Qing, take the young master back to the Fourth Master and Madam Qin."
Huai Qing understood Rong Ting's meaning, and walked over to hold Jiang Jinxing's hand, "Young Master, shall I take you back to watch the opera?"
Jiang Jinxing is here, and Yu Yinxue might trick him into revealing something.
Jiang Jinxing hesitated and muttered in a low voice: "I want to go find my sister."
Huai Qing just wanted to do what Rong Ting had told him to do, and didn't dare to make any rash decisions. He advised, "The opera house is playing Dingjun Mountain, and the tall horses are so majestic, just like what the young master will look like when he grows up. Young master, shall we go?"
Jiang Jinxing was somewhat tempted and was led away by Huai Qing.
…
Yu Yinxue saw that the eunuchs serving Lian Rongting had a close relationship with Jiang Jinxing.
When he looked at Rong Ting again, his eyes changed.
The doubt disappeared completely.
Although I still can't understand why the queen's son can be so close to someone who is related to Concubine Yun.
But the palace was so veiled that he couldn't see clearly.
Maybe there is a hidden story that he doesn't know.
At least from the current situation, the relationship between the Ninth Prince and the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion is indeed good.
But towards Rong Ting, he had some subtle jealousy and suspicion.
Childhood sweethearts... with this kind of relationship... can Rong Ting really help his senior brother calmly?
Rong Ting was looking at the direction where Jiang Jinxing disappeared. When he saw Huai Qing taking Jiang Jinxing to Tingyin Courtyard, he retracted his gaze and looked at Yu Yinxue.
His action seemed to be both intentional and unintentional. He lightly brushed the white velvet blanket covering his legs, as if he wanted Yu Yinxue to notice it again.
Yu Yinxue glanced at his movements.
When Rong Ting saw his gaze, he withdrew his hand with satisfaction.
"Brother," he said, "it's just a child throwing a tantrum. You mustn't mind him."
Yu Yinxue shook his head slightly and said he wouldn't mind.
Then Rong Ting said, "Their personalities are somewhat similar. I saw how angry the young master was just now. I don't like to talk to him. I don't want to go see Raorao, do I?"
"Raorao?"
"Oh, it was my oversight."
"I've been used to calling her by her nickname since she was a child." Rong Ting's expression changed slightly, as if he was blaming himself. He lowered his head guiltily, "Brother, please don't call her like that. It's easy for people to criticize you for being rude."
"Of course." Yu Yinxue nodded.
However, he secretly memorized Jiang Rao's nickname in his heart.
"So, Senior Brother, are you going back to Tingyinyuan?"
Yu Yinxue sighed and said, "Let's go back."
Although I don't know what Rong Ting is thinking, it's better to believe what he says than not to believe it.
He doesn't have many chances.
If you make a mistake at one step, you will make mistakes at every step.
Rong Ting looked at Yu Yinxue's back, his thin lips slightly curled.
Yu Yinxue was now guessing the relationship between Rong Ting and Jiang Rao, to the extent of calling each other by nicknames… It didn’t matter if they were just children, but when a girl reached the age of 15 or a boy reached the age of sixteen, they would have to avoid suspicion.
If we think about Rong Ting’s age and Jiang Rao’s age again, it’s time for them to avoid suspicion.
He turned around and glanced at Rong Ting, wanting to remind Rong Ting of something about etiquette.
Just at this moment, the boy noticed his gaze, looked up at him slightly with an innocent expression on his face.
Although it is an extremely pure white and beautiful face.
But there is a kind of inexplicable and silly meaning in it.
Yu Yinxue suddenly lost the mood to preach.
Jealousy got to her, and she couldn't understand why Yan Nanxun was so fond of his disciple Rong Ting that he even brought him to the banquet.
Forget it, you’ll know when he makes a mistake and gets laughed at.
Why should he rush to wake Rong Ting up?
He turned back again.
Rong Ting suddenly exerted three points of his internal strength, causing a thin layer of sweat to appear on his forehead.
With a frown on his face, he said in pain, "Brother, I...I can't go back with you to watch the opera. I have a stomachache."
Yu Yinxue turned his head to look at him and saw that he looked indeed in pain.
It's quite pitiful.
He never suspected anything, but no one was kind enough to send him off.
But you must always do your best verbally, "Do you want me to help you?"
“How can I trouble you, Senior Brother…” Rong Ting smiled palely.
Since Yu Yinxue didn't really want to help him, he immediately felt relieved when he heard him say that, turned around and went back to Tingyinyuan.
The painful look on Rong Ting's face disappeared instantly.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Yinxue's back, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
Cool as a blade.
Although it was daytime, the aura around him was like that of an evil ghost walking in the night, holding a bloody knife, covered in blood, and wanting to take people's lives.
It was not until Rong Ting's gaze shifted to the thin blanket covering his legs that he began to feel warmth slowly, inch by inch.
The hostility dissipated a lot.
Rong Ting took a look at the surrounding terrain.
Moving the wheelchair in one direction.
…
Ming Shao was holding the painting that Jiang Rao had finished, and was going to show it to other maids and servants. When she met Rong Ting on the road, she hurriedly bowed to him, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
Rong Ting glanced at the scroll in her hand and asked, "What is this?"
Ming Shao thought about it for a moment and felt that it would be okay to tell the Ninth Prince about what the young lady had instructed, as they were all family.
She handed the painting to Rong Ting, "The young lady told me to give this painting to the servants in the courtyard and ask them to help find which guest today is wearing such a bracelet. By the way, the color of the bracelet is blue, which is two or three points bluer than the color of the lotus leaf."
Rong Ting nodded and asked casually, "Are you looking for a woman?"
His expression looked somewhat unhappy.
Ming Shao smiled, "The one wearing the bracelet is naturally a woman. Could it be a man?"
Rong Ting's expression eased a bit.
He held the painting and looked at the pattern of the bracelet in it.
His eyes gradually became more serious and careful, as if he had thought of something.
After a while, he put down the scroll in his hand, handed it back to Ming Shao, and asked, "Where is your daughter?"
Ming Shao replied: "It's at the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion."
Rong Ting nodded, said goodbye to Ming Shao, and walked towards Xiaoguoshan Pavilion.
…
Jiang Rao saw Jiang Jinxing off and waited for the string and bamboo music in Tingyinyuan to stop.
But she waited a long time for the sound of stringed instruments to die down, and ended up getting herself into a state of waiting.
These past few days, she had been worrying about the shops that had opened one after another along the Qinhuai River, as well as her grandmother's birthday party. She slept very little every night, and today she had gotten up very early. Now she had nothing to do, so she listened to the soft music from the Tingyin Courtyard from afar, and the more she listened, the sleepier she felt.
She asked the maid to go to the kitchen and get her a cup of strong tea to wake her up.
After the maid left, she waited in the pavilion.
Rong Ting turned the corner and came to the small pavilion, where he saw Jiang Rao with her elbows on the stone table, her left hand supporting her left cheek, her eyes closed, and her head nodding as if she was trying to fall asleep.
All those calculations and schemes in front of others, the destructive desire and murderous intent that swallowed up all other emotions, were quietly suppressed at this moment.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the blanket draped over his legs.
My heart suddenly became exceptionally soft.
There are four rows of steps in the small pavilion.
Allow
He frowned and thought about how to get the wheelchair up there.
Suddenly, I saw the little girl in the pavilion nodding her head, and her chin suddenly sank heavily along the palm of her hand.
It seemed that he was about to hit the edge of the cold and hard stone table.
…
In the blink of an eye.
The wheelchair became empty.
A flannel blanket hung haphazardly over the wheelchair.
When Rong Ting realized what he was doing...
He had already stood beside Jiang Rao, holding her chin with his hand.
His chest heaved and he breathed slightly.
His entire right hand was completely placed between Jiang Rao's chin and the stone table, and his finger bones hit the table, causing a slight stinging pain.
But he was relieved.
She is fine.
Change it.
…
In her dream, Jiang Rao felt as if her chin had hit something hard, causing her to feel very uncomfortable.
And a little warm.
The bitter and sharp smell of medicine lingers at the tip of my nose.
She wrinkled her nose and slowly opened her eyes.
She tilted her head, her vision was not very clear, but in the blur, she saw a figure standing in front of her against the light.
She raised her head and moved her gaze to the outline of the man's face, and was stunned.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, as if she was crying, and she cried with joy with a "woop".
"Can you stand up now?"
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