Rong Ting in the dream.
When Mr. Jiang Si saw that his daughter had specifically asked for the letter, he asked her, "Do you know who the person in the letter is?"
This was the first time that Fourth Master Jiang had seen such a brutal method. He frowned and said, "I sent people out to look for him several times, but couldn't find such a person."
Jiang Rao shook her head.
The cruel and bloody man in the dream really regarded human life as worthless and enjoyed torturing people. His hands were stained with the blood of countless people. It was a pity that there was nowhere to escape in the dream, otherwise she would definitely avoid him.
But Rong Ting is no longer him.
Besides, his leg injury had not healed yet, so he couldn’t just “stand in front of the hall”.
When Fourth Master Jiang saw her shaking her head, he couldn't figure it out either. "Maybe Liu has been locked up in the house for too long and is talking nonsense like crazy."
But Fourth Master Jiang was still a little worried, "But when you go out, you should be careful and bring good guards with you."
Jiang Rao nodded. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't heard from Rong Ting for several days. He had clearly agreed to invite her to see his mansion when it was completed.
When summer came and the weather got hot, she could no longer wear her fat outfit and her makeup would easily smudge, so she could no longer go to the academy.
But she knew that Mr. Yan was afraid that her father would be depressed, so he insisted on giving her father more things to do and forced her father to continue teaching in the academy.
Her father knows everything that happens in the academy.
She raised her eyes and asked, "Daddy, the Ninth Prince..."
She had just said one sentence when she was interrupted by Fourth Master Jiang, "That boy is very good."
Jiang Rao heard his tone was particularly impatient and keenly realized that something was wrong. She didn't say anything because her father said Rong Ting was fine.
There is really no silver here.
"Really?" Her voice was full of doubt.
"Of course it's true."
Fourth Master Jiang coughed heavily, "When did Dad lie to you?"
He didn't want to tell his daughter that Rong Ting had been absent from the academy for the past few days due to illness.
If I tell her, my daughter will definitely be anxious.
But he really didn't want to see his daughter and the Ninth Prince getting closer.
He could agree to his daughter's request to help Rong Ting.
The only thing he was afraid of was that his daughter would develop feelings for him.
Even if there is no change now, who knows if there will be changes in the long run.
But a prince who grew up in the palace was by no means a good match for him to entrust his daughter to.
Originally, he had other ideas in mind when he sent his daughter to the academy, besides fulfilling her wish.
What if there is one young talent in the academy that my daughter likes?
But he didn't expect that until today he still hasn't been able to wait for his daughter to get close to anyone other than the Ninth Prince.
The day of Jiang Rao’s coming of age is getting closer.
Mr. Jiang Si, who had not yet decided on a son-in-law, sighed heavily.
…
Although Jiang Rao left the study, she left the Jiang Mansion, went out, hailed a carriage, and went to Rong Ting's mansion in the west of the city.
Although her father always said that he "would not lie to her".
But Jiang Rao could sense something was wrong from his tough tone.
She knew that her father was concerned about her reputation and had been worried about her marriage recently, so he didn't want to see her get too close to Rong Ting.
But she was still feeling uneasy.
Although the problem of Grandpa Jiang has been solved, and his momentary confused decision will no longer drag the entire family into the abyss, the scenes that Jiang Rao has dreamed of are always a thorn in her heart. Until the new emperor ascends the throne and the dust settles, she feels that she may always be worried about this matter.
Let's go and see her golden thighs instead.
If he could be fine, she, the little grasshopper on the same boat with him, would also be fine.
She didn't want to go through the pain of separation from her family again.
…
Huai Qing was just going out to sprinkle the medicine residue when he saw a carriage approaching from afar and stopped to take a look.
A man wearing a huge conical hat got off the carriage.
He was short and slender, with the black veil on his conical hat hiding his face.
He walked closer and spoke in a woman's voice, "It's me."
Huai Qing was startled, "Fourth Miss?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
Private visits to men outside the family would ruin one's reputation, but the longer Jiang Youfu had been doing this, the more Jiang Rao disliked being bound by her reputation. She was obviously a chaste person, but because she was a girl, she couldn't go here or there, which was very annoying.
It would be more convenient to change to a male identity.
She saw clearly what Huai Qing was holding and frowned slightly, "This medicine..."
"The master is ill."
Huai Qing had a guilty look on his face, "It was my negligence. The day we moved in, my master went to bed early, which was unusual. The next day, he had a fever and it hasn't healed for several days."
Jiang Rao: I was indeed deceived by my father.
She did pay a little attention to the days in Huai Qing's words.
The day Rong Ting moved to another residence happened to be the day Liu mentioned in her letter that she was attacked at night.
He went to bed early and was sick, so the cruel and brutal young man in the letter was even less likely to be him.
Huai Qing said: "Master is alive
I am sick, and I am afraid that the disease will be transmitted to others. I will not see visitors in my house these days. I am sorry to bother you to come over. ”
When Jiang Rao saw Liu's letter, even though she told herself that Rong Ting of today and he of the future were no longer the same person, when she read what was written in the letter, she couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream where he killed people like crazy, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
But after hearing Huai Qing say this, I felt inexplicably relieved.
Rong Ting is really different now.
It’s not like he hasn’t been sick before in his dreams.
When he was sick, his already bad temper rotted to the core and tied her up even tighter. Perhaps he sensed her desire to hide, so he grabbed her wrist and would not let go for even a moment, not allowing her to move an inch. His coolness was like a lock that could not be broken free.
How can it be half as good as it is now?
"I'm fine." Jiang Rao said to Huai Qing, "You've been serving me day after day, but you haven't gotten sick, have you? Come on, take me in."
She was afraid that Huai Qing would stop him, so she added, "Don't try to persuade me."
Huai Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Those words just now were taught by the Ninth Prince, but the Ninth Prince also said that if the Fourth Young Lady came, she must find a way to keep her here.
The fourth girl was beautiful and kind-hearted. She took the initiative to stay without waiting for him to say anything.
Jiang Rao walked inside, looking at the surrounding grass and trees from time to time.
"Why is it so quiet here?"
She thought that the residence of the crown prince had to be decorated luxuriously and grandly.
Huai Qing followed Jiang Rao and replied, "The Queen said that the master is not yet old enough to open a residence, and the monthly salary and expenses must still be the same as in the palace. It will be better next year."
Jiang Rao understood, but just didn't want to give it.
I originally thought that moving out of the palace would make Rong Ting's life better.
But now it seems that it is no different from being in Shouhuai Palace.
However, with a mansion, I can hire staff and raise soldiers. I won't be controlled by others like before. Slowly, things will get better.
Walking past the winding corridor, I saw rainwater accumulating in the corners of the courtyard, with fallen leaves inside, swirling gently when the wind blew.
It is as clean and simple as an old monk's Zen temple.
Jiang Rao's eyes moved around and finally stopped when they saw the window frame.
Rong Ting looked at her from behind the window for an unknown amount of time, with a slight smile on his face.
She didn't know why. She was obviously wearing men's things, and this time she endured the pain to bind her chest instead of stuffing her stomach with cloth to pretend to be the little fat boy Jiang Youfu he knew. But he wanted to recognize her. His narrow and upturned eyes had a slight arc because of his smile.
"Year after year."
As expected, he recognized her.
"How did you recognize me?" Jiang Rao muttered as he took off his cone hat and revealed his face.
She stood in the sun. Although she was wearing men's clothes this time, she had no makeup on her face and her cheeks were naturally light pink.
The cute little girl was wearing a blue men's suit, which looked a bit out of place.
But Rong Ting thinks it looks good.
It made him uncontrollably imagine what she would look like wearing his clothes.
"Footsteps."
He said.
Seeing his face flushed, Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of his illness. She reached out to touch his forehead and asked, "You have caught a cold, or something else? Why haven't you recovered yet?"
Rong Ting pretended to cough.? ? "It's not a serious illness. It was just too cold the day we moved in, so I caught a cold."
Liu kept looking for people to find out who he was, and later Fourth Master Jiang also started investigating. He had the ability to dodge it, but he was too lazy to deal with it, so he simply claimed to be sick and refused to see outsiders.
He mentioned "the day we moved in" again, and Jiang Rao thought of the attack on Liu. Although she knew that this matter had nothing to do with Rong Ting, she couldn't help but remind him.
"My aunt was imprisoned nearby. One night, a thief who was not after money or sex but life broke into the house. She almost died."
"Yeah?"
There was a flash of gleam in Rong Ting's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. He tilted his head and looked like he was listening very seriously.
Jiang Rao repeated the few lines of description in Liu's letter, word for word.
She looked at Rong Ting, and seeing his pale and frail appearance, she suddenly felt a little worried, "You should also be careful, and don't let him target you."
Huai Qing felt a little scared after hearing Jiang Rao's words, but when he thought of Si Ying's fate, he was not so scared anymore.
He is not afraid as long as his master is around.
But his master's eyes trembled. The amber pupils were like the water in a lake, shattered by the stones thrown into it. As if he could no longer hold back the fear in his heart, the expression on his face changed, "How scary."
Huai Qing: “…”
He was scared again.
Wasn't what she said too scary? Jiang Rao added: "Maybe that's my aunt's enemy. Don't be too scared. I will leave guards to protect you."
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids, nodded obediently, and said "hmm".
Jiang Rao couldn't control her hands and always wanted to rub his head.
Today she couldn't help but compare him to the man in her dream
Compare.
That dream haunted her for so long that it almost gave her a knot in her heart.
At first he wanted to kill her, but for some reason he suddenly decided not to kill her and instead kept her by his side and tortured her.
But she couldn't get any news about her family, and she couldn't even hear any noise from outside. She lived a depressed and uncomfortable life, and never smiled.
Occasionally, a man will be kind enough to tell her some stories about the outside world.
He treated her like a bird.
Seeing that the little bird was unhappy and depressed and about to die, he mercifully teased it, and after making it happy, he let it continue to live so that he could have fun and relieve his boredom.
But the stories he told were really... dull and boring.
The storyteller always looked superior and cold from beginning to end.
She didn't want to listen, but she couldn't escape. She felt lucky to be alive, so why would she be picky about this or that? Only by listening attentively and forcing a smile occasionally to cheer him up could you see a look of satisfaction on his face.
But now this young man, who was obedient and well-behaved, was scared of everything.
He was nothing like the sinister and weird man in the dream.
She seemed to be able to completely separate the two of them.
That was a dream.
The one in front of me is him.
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