Jiang Rao thought that it was her uncle's incident that made her afraid of the ropes after being bitten by a snake once, and she became more suspicious and worried.
There was a thin layer of film in her almond-shaped eyes, which did not make her look sad, but compared to her usual smile on her face, this made her look unhappy. After reading the letter, she recalled again and again those dreams that almost became a mental illness for her, and she could no longer smile. At this moment, the knot in his heart seemed to be untied, the darkness dissipated, and his eyes softened, looking warm and smart.
The wind blew the narrow vine of a gourd plant at the corner of the yard, swirling the leaves on the ground. After a while, the wind died down and the leaves sank again.
Jiang Rao listened to the noises and glanced at the base of the wall, where the light was dim and there was wet moss.
The lighting in this house is really poor and its location is remote.
Jiang Rao knew that Wuyi Lane was the best location in Jinling City, and it was surrounded almost entirely by royal families and aristocrats. Her father had taken a fancy to a piece of land there, but she heard that it had been taken by Xu Guozhang a long time ago. In the future, it might be built into the residence of the Seventeenth Prince.
Regardless of how magnificent the house will be in the future, the location alone is much better than that in the west of the city.
It is true that everywhere is a place where the strong prey on the weak, especially in the imperial palace. When she went to the palace to visit her aunt, she often saw her aunt asking the palace maids to send some food and daily necessities to other palaces to help the concubines there.
Most of the concubines had humble maternal families and were not favored by Emperor Zhaowu, so their lives in the palace were not easy.
And how could a prince who had no maternal family and whose biological mother died young be any better off than those palace concubines who lived in misery?
His mansion was built in the west of the city. If he wanted to recruit some talented and ambitious people to be his guests in the future, those people would see that his mansion was so deserted. They didn't know his future abilities like she did. Anyone who saw him would think that his future was worrying and would probably be scared away.
Jiang Rao thought long-term and then looked at this deserted yard and felt that this was inappropriate.
She secretly kept this in mind, adjusted the cone hat in her hand, and wanted to put it on and leave here to go out and make some arrangements. However, before she put the cone hat back on her head, she saw the pale and bloodless face of the young man.
He looked a little frightened, with an indelible worry in his eyes. Was he afraid?
The young man looked at her putting on her cone hat again and preparing to leave. He lowered his eyes unhappily. She looked very pitiful. "Your aunt's residence is too close to me. I'm alone..."
He frowned slightly, but did not say the word "afraid" directly. However, his eyes and movements told people that he was a little scared.
Jiang Rao pointed at Huai Qing and said, "Isn't it Huai Qing who is here?"
Huai Qing was startled instantly, and without waiting for Rong Ting to look at him, he immediately said, "Fourth Miss, there are many things to take care of in this mansion, so I will leave first."
In just a moment, the figure disappeared.
Jiang Rao raised her eyes and met Rong Ting's gaze towards her, "Can you stay with me... just for a while."
His eyes are pitiful and sorrowful, and one look at you is like stabbing you in the heart.
Facing such a beautiful woman who was as delicate as a willow and looked like a fairy, she would agree to it even if she was asked to pick stars for him, let alone stay with him for a while.
What's more, he was really sick.
Jiang Rao nodded immediately after he finished speaking.
She just stayed there, feeling a little bored. She wanted to help him boil some medicine, but he had already taken the medicine today. She also wanted to help him clean up the things in the house, but he pulled her sleeve, as if he was not at ease if she left him even a step. It seemed that it was good enough for her to just stay and accompany him.
At this moment, Huai Qing came over in a hurry and reported: "Ninth Prince, Seventeenth Prince requests to see you."
Rong Ting's eyes suddenly turned cold, "No guests."
Huai Qing wiped the sweat from his head and said, "The gatekeeper told him that you were sick and couldn't see visitors, but he just barged in."
At this time, the sound of several footsteps was heard outside the courtyard.
Huai Qing said anxiously: "It's the Seventeenth Prince who has come."
The seventeenth prince was surrounded by guards and walked through the corridor, looking around as he went inside.
Seeing that every courtyard in this house was just as his mother had described, cold, damp and lifeless, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Apart from being a little bigger, it was a proper mansion, not much better than the Shouhuai Palace in the imperial city.
Originally, when he heard his father agree to let Rong Ting move out of the palace at the hunting ground, he felt extremely unhappy. But now that he saw how simple this house was, he felt it was appropriate.
Jiang Rao listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
Although she ran out today wearing men's clothes, she had no makeup on her face. She could only cover her face with a cone hat when sitting in the carriage to fool passers-by. But if she was caught by the Seventeenth Prince in person, she might not be able to fool him.
During those days when she was in the academy as Jiang Youfu, she had run into him several times. At that time, he would always look at her more because she was with Rong Ting. If she met him today and he saw something, perhaps her identity as Jiang Youfu would no longer be hidden.
Jiang Rao suddenly felt flustered.
Rong Ting frowned and looked at her frightened expression, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid."
"Hide in my study."
His voice was calm and steady, which made people feel at ease for some reason.
The moment Jiang Rao hid in the study, the seventeenth prince happened to step into this square courtyard.
Jiang Rao took a deep breath with some fear and held her breath.
Huai Qing, who tried to stop him from breaking in, was stopped by his guards instead. The Seventeenth Prince looked arrogant, as if he was the owner of the house.
"Ninth Brother."
He held a black cat in his arms, glanced at Rong Ting, and smiled hypocritically, "I was unable to congratulate Brother Nine on his new house, so I came here today to make up for it."
He looked about four or five percent like Empress Jiahe, and the look he gave Rong Ting was one of arrogance and disdain.
Jiang Rao was far away and couldn't hear what the Seventeenth Prince was saying.
She squatted quietly under the window frame, shrinking her body and hiding. There were several piles of books on the desk in front of her. The papers were slightly curled up, and she didn't know how many times they had been read by the owner.
Next to the table, the candle in the candlestick had burned out completely, it must have been burning for a long time at night.
There was a small box placed abruptly under the table. Jiang Rao almost tripped over it when she came in just now. No one knew what was inside.
Rong Ting didn't even look at the Seventeenth Prince, as if he didn't even see this person.
The seventeenth prince was a little annoyed.
His mother would compare him with Rong Ting every day, forcing him to never lose to this lowly creature born of a palace maid. He had always regarded him as a thorn in his side.
There is an order of seniority and respect for the young and the old, and although he is a few years older than him, he is not superior. His biological mother was just a slave of the lowest status, and he was born to be inferior to others.
It was only because his seductive mother won the temporary favor of his father that he became a prince on equal footing with him. How hateful.
However, after years of influence, the Seventeenth Prince has become somewhat similar to Empress Jiahe in style. Even if he is angry, he does not show it.
Knowing that Rong Ting hated living things, he moved leisurely along the back of the kitten in his arms, looking at Rong Ting's cold and pale face, his eyebrows moved slightly, "Is Brother Jiu really sick?"
When he was stopped by someone just now, he thought that Rong Ting just didn't want to see him and was pretending to be sick.
But he could smell the strong
The smell of medicine was different from the faint smell of medicine before. Maybe he was really sick.
The Seventeenth Prince pretended to be concerned and said, "The doctors in the city are not as good as the imperial doctors in the palace. Brother Nine, do you want to go back to the palace to see a doctor?"
My grandfather asked a charlatan to calculate the feng shui of this house, saying that it is full of evil spirits and that anyone living here will definitely encounter disasters.
It’s actually accurate.
He got sick just after moving in. I don't know what kind of bad luck he will have in the future.
The seventeenth prince raised his lips, feeling pleased in his heart.
The final graduation exam of the academy will be held in a few days. It would be best if he fell ill and missed the exam.
Jiang Rao secretly glanced outside once or twice, trying to figure out what the Seventeenth Prince was saying from his lip movements.
But they were too far away, and she could only see the Seventeenth Prince talking nonstop, but she couldn't hear what he said.
The seventeenth prince felt somewhat relieved when he saw that he was not having a good time.
Especially today, for some reason, no matter what he said, he didn't react at all.
I was clearly bullied by him when I was a child. He would always pinch my neck and beat me, as if he wanted to kill me, and no one could pull me away. As a result, he came to see this man with a broken leg this time, so scared that he brought seven or eight guards with him.
It seems that he is really seriously ill.
He smiled and said something ironic on purpose, "Since Brother Nine is doing well, I feel relieved."
Jiang Rao waited until the seventeenth prince left and his footsteps faded away before she came out of the study. She squatted under the window for a long time, hiding her head and tail, until her knees became weak from hiding.
She looked in the direction where the Seventeenth Prince left, and instinctively knew that something bad was going to happen. She walked back to Rong Ting and asked, "What did he say to you just now?"
Rong Ting's gaze was a little cold.
It's just the barking of a mad dog.
But she pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing.
Huai Qing was held back by the guards for a long time. Now he was finally free. He rubbed his arm that was pinched purple and blue, and complained to Jiang Rao angrily, "Fourth Miss, the Seventeenth Prince has always been like this. He and Queen Jiahe want to know what happened to the Ninth Prince. If they see that the Ninth Prince is not doing well, they will be satisfied."
When the Seventeenth Prince left just now, his back was full of smugness. Does that mean he came to make fun of Rong Ting for having a bad life?
Change more than once.
Jiang Rao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
This time she happened to meet him, what about the one before?
Jiang Rao asked, and Huai Qing said, "Empress Queen almost had spies outside this house before, but fortunately Changxing and Wuque were smart and discovered it early."
"Eyeliner?" Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment.
Rong Ting couldn't bear to see her sad expression, so he said calmly, "Changxing and Wuque will be guarding outside. They won't really fulfill the Queen's wish and let her arrange spies so easily."
Changxing and Wuque were the two servants with martial arts skills that Jiang Rao arranged for Rong Ting when he returned to the palace.
No wonder he was scared. Changxing and Wuque were both guarding outside. There wasn't even a skilled servant in this huge house. Today, the Seventeenth Prince broke in with only seven or eight guards. If someone wanted to harm him in the future, it would be very easy.
Jiang Rao felt more and more that Rong Ting lacked everything. The structure of the house could not be changed for the time being, but she could think of a way to solve the problem of lack of people and things.
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