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The sudden change in the environment around him made the young man's cold eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance.
He moved his legs and felt sore, swollen and painful that he wanted to cut off his legs.
He had been like this for several days in a row. He had no money to buy medicine, so he could only go out to collect herbs according to the prescription given by the old doctor in the previous palace. His luck today was not bad, as he found a few usable herbs. However, on the way, he met a group of unknown people who rushed out to argue with him, insisting that he was the murderer, and started fighting with him.
He fainted before he could explain clearly.
The two legs that were intentionally "accidentally injured" during hunting last autumn have not been treated for a long time. The leg injuries have worsened and he often faints from the pain recently. He thought that he would be dead after fainting this time, but he didn't expect... to appear in this strange place.
Rong Ting endured the pain and tried to get out of bed, but just the simple movement of wanting to get up caused beads of sweat to seep out of his forehead and veins to bulge.
Surprisingly... it hurts more than when he went out to look for medicine.
If I moved the slightest, it felt like millions of ants were gnawing at the joints between my bones, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.
He gritted his teeth, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, hiding a deep hatred.
…
Jiang Rao took a lot of effort to catch up with her brother.
Fortunately, thanks to her foresight in the dream, the servant she sent out to catch the murderer returned just in time, brought the murderer back to the mansion, and sent him to Mr. Jiang Si for interrogation.
The truth is out.
Jiang Shenxing's self-perception instantly changed from a skilled thief catcher to a stupid idiot who spewed slander.
The little guy was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head. He wanted to bury himself in the snow and refused to see anyone.
After comforting her brother, Jiang Rao returned to her own courtyard, where she happened to meet the maid who came back from washing her purses.
There was a jade talisman in the purse, which looked like something treasured by its owner. Jiang Rao carefully put the jade talisman away and asked the maid to hang the purse up to dry.
Thinking of the boy's pale and sickly face and his body that was thinner than rice paper, she called another maid over.
The herb that the boy was holding at that time could not be eaten by horses, but it would be fine if eaten by humans. During famine years, people often dug up this herb to eat to satisfy their hunger. She was afraid that the boy was digging this herb because he was hungry, so she told the maid to ask the kitchen to make some snacks and send them over.
After doing all this, my mood, which had been fluctuating since I woke up, finally calmed down a little.
She thought to herself that things had already
Things are beginning to develop in a completely different direction from the dream, so the result should... be different.
Behind me, there was a sudden noise in the house.
Jiang Rao turned around and pushed the door open, and happened to meet the young man's eyes.
The person who was supposed to be lying on the couch was now holding the edge of the couch with one hand, with his right knee half bent, kneeling beside the couch in a very difficult posture.
The look he gave her was like a sharp hook.
Just like in the dream, he was locked tightly on her, violent emotions surging deep in his pupils.
But there is less hatred than in the dream, and more vigilance and precaution.
He was like a poisonous snake hiding in a dark corner of the grass late at night, alert to passers-by and hissing its tongue. He was cruel, violent, ready to kill at any time.
Jiang Rao felt scared instinctively.
How did I end up provoking him?
But thinking of the last things in the dream, she could only force a smile and explain what happened today. "Today's incident was a misunderstanding. My brother misunderstood that you were the murderer who caused our father to fall off the horse, so he had an argument with you."
The smile was bitter, and the voice, which was usually soft, now became hoarse and out of tune due to the shock.
"We misunderstood you today. We are sorry for you and we should compensate you."
As she looked at him in front of her, she remembered the brutal ways he treated others in her dreams. She moved half a step, half a step, and half a step, her heart trembling slightly as she moved a little closer to him.
The young man closed his eyes. Since he couldn't stand up, he simply sat down on the ground and ignored her.
Only the bloodthirsty aura on his body was slightly restrained.
This did not make Jiang Rao feel relieved. She moved forward in small steps, and quietly moved to a position two steps away from the boy, and stopped.
In the dream, the sinister and terrifying man had an extremely disgusting attitude towards everyone.
Jiang Rao was quite considerate. She was afraid of getting too close to him and making him unhappy, so she didn't move any closer to him. Instead, she stopped two steps away and secretly glanced at his legs.
The noise just now sounded like he fell off the couch.
He could only stand by leaning on something and was unable to stand up on his own.
It seems that it wasn't her who hurt his leg in the dream. He had problems with his legs before he met her.
Jiang Rao was immediately relieved, but also felt a little pity.
She had seen how weak and crazy he was when he was trapped in a wheelchair in her dreams.
But I didn't expect him to be injured so early.
Fourteen or fifteen years old, the most ambitious age for a boy, his legs...
How did it become like this?
Seeing that the boy's lips were a little pale, she poured a glass of water and placed it next to him.
"Here you go," she said.
The boy didn't even move, and his eyes didn't even move towards the water cup.
Jiang Rao didn't understand why he didn't take it, as he clearly looked extremely thirsty.
At this time, the maid from the kitchen brought in some snacks.
The snacks made into the shapes of the twelve Chinese zodiac animals are neatly arranged in an octagonal food box made of colored glaze, and the sweet smell is tempting.
Jiang Rao clearly saw the boy's Adam's apple move slightly.
But when she really put the snacks in front of him, he looked unmoved, with a pretty and emotionless face, like a young immortal in heaven, lacking all emotions.
Jiang Rao shook off her fear and pinched out a little rabbit from the Chinese zodiac. "Do you want to eat it?"
As he handed it to him, his movements and expression were extremely cautious.
Her five fingers were evenly distributed and white, and her slender fingertips twisted the little rabbit's belly, causing the little rabbit's belly to sink slightly.
The glutinous rice dessert is white, soft and tasty, with the hot bean paste inside.
The boy's pupils flickered and he clenched his back teeth as if he was enduring something. After a moment of stalemate, he slightly raised his slender fingers.
Jiang Rao, who had been staring at him, immediately seized the opportunity, quickly stuffed the snack into his hand, and then watched from the side, waiting for him to eat.
The boy finally took action.
But he divided the snack in his hand into two halves, and handed one half to Jiang Rao first, "You eat first."
His voice is much hoarse than those of his peers; it is low and steady, but sounds a little weak.
Jiang Rao was stunned. Share it with her? So kind?
But he didn't look very friendly at her.
In a flash, she understood something.
Poison testing.
“…”
No wonder he doesn’t even drink the water.
This is too much of a precaution.
Jiang Rao lowered her head and took a bite of the dessert with a sullen look.
When chewing, his head was lowered very low, and his cheeks were bulging with snacks, which looked as soft as glutinous rice dumplings.
Being suspected was not a pleasant feeling. Her kindness was treated as an insult, which even made her a little annoyed.
Without waiting for him to say anything, she huffed, took the cup beside her and took a sip, then finished it.
She swallowed her snack, raised her little chin, and looked up at him.
This look seems to mean "Look at me, look at me, and let me live."
Watery eyes
The sound seemed to be able to speak and was full of resentment.
Even though she didn't say anything, people seemed to hear the "hum" in her heart.
Dessert, not poisonous.
Water is not poisonous either.
There was still no warmth in Rong Ting's eyes.
He twisted the half piece of dessert between his long fingers, slowly and methodically.
Even though he was extremely hungry, there was no trace of urgency in his eyes.
Some things may look tempting, but they can kill you.
The palace is deep and the hearts of people are poisonous.
He knew from a young age that he had to either endure hunger or face failure and death.
If he didn't know, he wouldn't have survived until now.
After watching her swallow the whole snack, he slowly raised his hand and took a tentative bite.
…
After finishing the box of snacks, Rong Ting only ate four and a half pieces in total, and the rest went into Jiang Rao's stomach.
His face was always covered with frost and had no expression.
Jiang Rao, on the other hand, enjoyed her meal more.
She had a sweet tooth, and the snack was quite to her taste. And because she and the boy were sitting together and sharing the snack, it seemed as if they had a very close relationship. Gradually, the string of fear in her heart loosened, and she was left with comfort and relaxation.
It was not until she wanted to pull the boy up and stretched out her hand, but was avoided by the boy, that she suddenly remembered who she was facing. She retracted her hand and glanced at his pale face, "Shall I go get a doctor for you?"
But he was coldly rejected by the other party, "No need."
Jiang Rao wanted to persuade him to see a doctor, "If you want to see a doctor..."
He raised his eyes, his narrow eyes swept across her eyebrows sharply, "I want to go back."
Jiang Rao choked, "Where is your home?"
"West of the city."
Just go back if you want to. Jiang Rao did not force you to stay. She told the maid to find the wheelchair that her father used after he fell off a horse some time ago.
At the side, Rong Ting glanced at her, then lowered his eyes with a deep gaze.
His legs were completely disabled and he had difficulty even getting up. She could see his leg injuries at a glance and wanted to find a doctor and bring out a wheelchair.
There was deep snow in the yard, and the wheels of the wheelchair sank into the snow as soon as it was pushed out.
Jiang Rao tried, but it was very difficult to push forward with her strength. She was about to call a maid over, but the young man seemed to have guessed what she was going to do. He suddenly opened his eyes and said, "I just want you to send me off alone."
He had been very quiet since he had finished snacks, so quiet that he was completely different from the violent man in her dream. To her surprise, he was like a completely different person.
When begging someone, even a little bit of that
The demeanor of a younger child who is begging for candy. When the eyelashes are closed, they are long and thick, making her look very obedient and pitiful, and very endearing.
When the voice slows down, it sounds good.
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered how crazy he would be when he was cruel and violent in the future.
How can a person who has to be cautious and test himself even when drinking a sip of water be as suspicious, sensitive, and defensive as he is now, be as pure and innocent as he appears?
With the experience of the snack just now, she understood it after thinking about it for a while.
She was not tall and did not have much strength, so she posed almost no threat. Perhaps that was why he let her go alone to escort him.
Jiang Rao put his fingers on the wheelchair.
The boy's body immediately leaned forward, keeping a distance between them.
As expected, this attitude of not even letting someone touch you...
Jiang Rao confirmed his inner guess.
But this clearly shows that he hates her attitude
She tilted her head, feeling an indescribable sense of loss and sadness in her heart.
…
During the day, every household in Yecheng cleared the snow piled in front of their doors early.
The central road was cleared and made very flat and wide, so pushing the wheelchair on the road was not as difficult as Jiang Rao had imagined.
The boy's home was not far from her own residence. Along the way, Jiang Rao did not walk fast, but her steps never stopped and her mouth was never idle, she kept talking.
"I apologize to you on behalf of my brother. He misunderstood you about what happened today. Some time ago, our father's horse was fed herbs, and it went crazy and threw my father off the horse. His right leg was injured and he had to lie in bed for dozens of days before he recovered. My brother saw that you had that herb in your hand and misunderstood you as the murderer, so he had an argument with you. I will beat him when I get back, seriously. In fact, he is not a bad person by nature, but he is young and too impulsive." - Explain your brother's matter clearly first.
"If you have any problems in the future, just call me and I will definitely come." - Say a few nice words to yourself secretly.
The boy responded with a "hmm", but his tone was lukewarm, and it was hard to tell his emotion or his true feelings.
But Jiang Rao took this as a good sign and said softly, "Then remember to look for me next time."
No answer.
Suddenly, I heard a giggle behind me, and a tall, strong man as big as a mountain, dressed as a servant, walked towards me.
He reeked of alcohol, and upon seeing him, Rong Ting frowned in disgust.
The man wandered over to them and stopped, glancing at Rong Ting, "Hey, isn't this our young master?"
Young master?
Jiang Rao lowered her head to take a look. Just now, when she saw him in the snow, she saw his clothes and appearance. She thought he was a child from a poor family, who would become successful by some chance in the future. However, she didn't expect that he already had a servant at that time.
But...how come his servant is dressed more decently than him?
The man also saw Jiang Rao and his eyes lit up.
Jiang Rao followed his father all the way to Yecheng and has stayed in Yecheng for more than three months. He acted in a low-key manner and did not make any fuss. He never publicized who they were.
But even the county magistrate treated them as guests of honor. Even if the people here didn't know who they were, they could probably guess that they were of noble status. When facing Jiang Rao, they unconsciously had a desire to please her.
This guy too.
He changed his idle and playful appearance just now, and pulled the wheelchair to his side diligently. He spoke to Jiang Rao very attentively: "My name is Wang Zhou, and I serve the young master. The young master is not at home today, which made me very worried. I have been out looking for him all day. Thank you for bringing him back."
However, Jiang Rao did not believe him immediately.
After going out for a day of searching, you found yourself smelling of alcohol?
lie.
She glanced at the young man sitting in the wheelchair, wanting to hear what he had to say.
He remained cold and silent, as hard as a rock.
Jiang Rao choked.
If he didn't tell her, she couldn't take it upon herself to discipline his servants.
But she was worried about this servant who showed up out of nowhere.
She refused Wang Zhou and personally sent the boy back to his doorstep before stopping.
Wang Zhou went to open the door first, and in the blink of an eye, he pushed out a tattered wheelchair from the room. It was obvious that it was not often used.
He brushed the spider webs on it and said with a smile, "Let the young master use this."
Jiang Rao just shook her head, thinking that it would be okay to leave her wheelchair here as it looked sturdier, but Rong Ting nodded.
Jiang Rao: “…”
Most people around her dote on her, and this is the first time she has met someone so cold and unapproachable.
Before leaving, she turned around and looked at the round-faced man who had been following them all the way, and warned him, "Your young master has an injury on his leg, so you need to take good care of him, and be careful about his food, clothing, food, housing, and transportation. Don't leave him alone on the street again."
Wang Zhou responded with a flattering smile.
However, Jiang Rao still has no good impression of this person.
She ignored him and turned to look at Rong Ting, saying to him, "I'm leaving now. Remember, if you need anything, come to me. I will definitely come."
After pushing the wheelchair all the way, her face was flushed with heat.
After leaving, she looked back worriedly and saw the boy looking at her, and she slightly bent her lower lip.
On her fair, soft, and clear cheeks, which still have a hint of baby fat, there are dimples that are immersed in the bright light of day, and are as sweet as if they were soaked in plum wine.
Rong Ting's eyes moved slightly, and he soon realized that he was distracted, and turned his face away unnaturally.
…
After Jiang Rao left, the servant named Wang Zhou sneered when he saw her back going away.
He simply loosened his grip on the wheelchair, swaggered into the house by himself, looted the last bit of silver left in the house, and soon came out again, ignoring Rong Ting, and walked straight to the commercial district in the city to have fun there.
He never regarded Rong Ting as his master.
Although he knew that the man he was serving was the son of an unknown family in the capital, he was sent to a quiet countryside like Yecheng to recuperate because of his injured legs.
But he heard that this guy was just a bastard, his biological mother died early, and he was not liked by the mistress, so he was very unpopular.
With both legs seriously injured, he was thrown into Yecheng, a place so remote that it was difficult to find medical treatment. To put it nicely, it was called recuperation, but in fact, no one had cared about him for several months, and it was obvious that he was left to fend for himself here.
There is no future at all following a master like this. It is better to make more money while he is still alive.
When he died, I rolled up my bedding and collected his body. It was considered that we were master and servant and we had done the most we could.
Wang Zhou slammed the two doors shut, and cold snow splashed onto Rong Ting's face, who was only one step away.
The broken snow stuck to his eyelashes and nose.
There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in his expression, neither shocked nor angry, and he was calm and composed.
He didn't even raise his hands, letting the snowflakes hang on his long eyelashes.
I just got used to it.
He calmed his eyes, turned the wheelchair with his long fingers, and pushed himself forward.
But when his eyes accidentally touched her waist, his expression changed.
The purse is gone.
The jade talisman is also missing.
The jade talisman was the only valuable thing on him.
It was a relic left to him by his mother. When he was penniless, he never thought of touching the jade talisman.
Jiang Rao's figure suddenly flashed through Rong Ting's mind.
He...should have known it earlier.
He closed his eyes tiredly and curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery.
Thinking back to the moment when I was distracted just now, I just felt it was extremely absurd and ridiculous.
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