Jiang Rao sat there absent-mindedly until dawn. He quickly finished his breakfast and went out to the west of the city.
Seeing that she had been depressed for three or four days, Fourth Master Jiang asked the kitchen to prepare her favorite soup dumplings this morning. However, he saw that she walked out without even touching her chopsticks. He felt very strange and called a maid from Jiang Rao's room over.
"What have you been busy with lately?"
He was originally waiting for his daughter to come and complain to him, but he never expected that the wait would last day after day.
Fourth Master Jiang sighed in his heart. How much she loved to pester him when she was a child, but when she grew up, she looked down on him as her old father, so he had to come and find out on his own.
The maid said, "The young lady has been going to the west of the city quite often recently."
Jiang Siye's old father was sad, "What are you going to do in the west of the city?"
"It seems that she is going to find a young boy who is two or three years older than her."
Old father Jiang's heart suddenly started to alarm, he frowned and his face turned cold.
Jiang Qinshi, who was standing by, smiled and asked, "Is the boy good-looking?"
Jiang Qinshi is thirty-four years old now, but she looks like a young girl of twenty. She is obviously a woman who has been spoiled by time.
She thought that her daughter might be like her, someone who only looked at appearance, and might have already chosen a husband for her.
When Mr. Jiang Si saw his wife's expression, he knew what she was thinking.
When he thought of his daughter's future marriage, the usually gentle and easy-going man slammed the table in anger and said, "It's not okay to be pretty. How old is Niannian?"
Jiang Qin raised her eyebrows, "If you were pretty, I wouldn't have married you in the first place."
She smiled and said, "If you had agreed to her marriage with the Ninth Prince that year, then Nian Nian would have had a handsome brother as her future husband since she was a child."
When Jiang Rao was a few months old, Emperor Zhaowu intended to arrange a marriage between Jiang Rao and the then two-year-old ninth prince Rong Ting.
Jiang Qinshi saw that the two-year-old boy was very pretty and delicate. She also heard that his biological mother was a rare beauty in the world. She thought that he would look good in the future and she was a little moved.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xingzhou declined this marriage proposal.
"Niannian is my sweetheart. I will definitely find her the best man in the world to be her husband."
Mr. Jiang Si snorted coldly as he recalled the past after hearing what Jiang Qinshi said.
He had already adopted the critical attitude of a father-in-law, "I just can't stand the sickly and skinny appearance of the Ninth Prince."
Moreover, he knew in his heart that this relationship
It's not that simple.
The ninth prince lost his mother when he was born and had no one to rely on in the palace.
The emperor intentionally brought his daughter and the ninth prince together, clearly hoping to find the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion to provide a backer for his poor and helpless son.
But in a place like the deep palace where people are eaten alive, if there is no one who truly protects him, it may not be easy for him to survive.
Not to mention that if there is a dispute over the throne in the future, a prince like him with no background will be cannon fodder.
He absolutely did not want to see his daughter become a widow before she got married.
…
In the small house in the west of the city, servants of the Jiang family came in and out inside and outside the house.
Ever since the day Jiang Rao fell off the wall, she no longer had the face to come here.
But the young man needed someone to look after him, so she assigned a dozen servants to guard him.
These servants came in and out, renovating the dilapidated cottage in the west of the city as if it were new. The house was filled with rare medicinal herbs taken from the Jiang family's treasury.
Rong Ting sat by the window with his back against the wheelchair.
He looked at the figures walking back and forth outside the house, and the sound of noisy footsteps came into his ears.
He knew the whole story clearly and knew that she was feeling guilty for hitting him, so he called some servants over.
But when he recalled the scene of that day, his brows sank.
He never thought of rescuing her.
Who lives and who dies has nothing to do with him.
When he was nine years old, he witnessed with his own eyes how the tenth prince was pushed into a pond by a crazy concubine.
The Tenth Prince, who was once arrogant and teamed up with his other brothers to bully him time and time again, finally behaved like a royal younger brother when he choked on water in his nose and was about to be drowned.
That was the first time he called him Ninth Brother - when he could use him to save his life.
But the more miserable the Tenth Prince's voice became as he called out to his brother for help, the more he stood by the grass on the shore, without moving, watching him sink to the bottom of the water.
When a living person dies, he sinks to the bottom of the water, like a fish, and becomes much quieter.
Cold-blooded, selfish, he remained motionless even when his own brother died in front of him.
This was how he should have reacted.
She should be abandoned and ignored.
I should just watch her fall into the snow.
But the moment he saw her fall, his body reacted quickly.
Even after she hit my leg, the wound was so painful that it felt like a knife cutting, but I was the first to breathe a sigh of relief that she was fine.
It was so abnormal that it was totally unlike him.
The price of this momentary abnormality is too high.
He felt strangely familiar with her, but he couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.
Who is she?
Rong Ting lowered his eyes and stared at his own legs.
The pain here used to be excruciating, but in the past few days... it has become as numb as wood, completely insensitive, unable to even feel the pain.
Below the hip bones, there seemed to be nothing at all. Even if the two legs were sawed off directly, there would probably be no difference from what it is now.
He saw a little hope of getting back on his feet, but
Rong Ting's eyes were filled with gloom.
When he was unconscious, he vaguely heard what the old doctor said.
From then on, he was a completely disabled, useless piece of shit.
Unable to return to Beijing, the remaining forces in the capital have become useless. If he fails at every step, he will always be inferior to others.
It felt like a knife was cutting into his heart, and Rong Ting's fists clenched at his side began to tremble unwillingly.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound near the window.
He looked up and saw a head with two girlish buns poking out from the window.
It’s Jiang Rao.
She leaned over the window, poked her head out, and said solemnly, "I found a way to cure your leg injury."
Her eyes were red and wet from crying so many times, but her face was very beautiful, like a pomegranate that had just been bitten, her face was red and moist with tears.
She looked at Rong Ting with a guilty look on her face.
Seeing his pale lips and weak body, her eyes were filled with ashes, gray and lonely.
She was the one who made him like this.
It's all her fault.
She lowered her eyes in self-blame and promised softly, "I will bring the medicine back. You have to wait for me to come back."
The carriage leaving the city was waiting outside. She didn't say much, just said these two sentences quickly, then got on the carriage and left.
The carriage drove towards the exit of the city.
When passing the city gate, the handwritten notice of the county magistrate on the wall was blown off by the strong wind and landed on the carriage.
The eight words "Cherish your life and don't leave the city" are still as fresh as ever.
…
Wait for her to come back.
Thinking of her confident look and her hurriedly leaving back, Rong Ting frowned fiercely, and the strange feeling in his heart became even worse.
He never tried to trust anyone.
From the moment he could remember, everyone around him bullied, lied to, and humiliated him, and no one was truly kind to him.
The only way he doesn't believe it is that he doesn't seem so stupid.
It's so ridiculous and pitiful, maintaining the last bit of dignity and backbone.
But now, as she gets closer and closer, his inner defenses are wavering day by day, and are being destroyed at a speed that scares him.
Her eyes were as clean as washed water, and her gaze was as clear as a stream. Although her eyes were timid, they were always on him.
It was as if she really cared about him.
Rong Ting tried to resist thinking this way, but he couldn't help but keep thinking about it, and his temples ached sharply.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A man walked in without saying hello, with a bruised and pig-like face.
If it weren't for the clothes he was wearing, and only looking at his face, I'm afraid no one would recognize that this was Wang Zhou - his face was so swollen that even his mother couldn't recognize him.
Wang Zhou ate and dined that day and was beaten up by someone hired by the restaurant owner, leaving him with no money left.
His body was covered in bruises and he was in pain all over. He couldn't even walk, so he crawled back.
The small house was bustling with people coming in and out, and it was completely different from the previous quietness. Wang Zhouhuan thought he had returned to the wrong place. After asking around, he found out that it was someone sent by Jiang Rao.
Wang Zhou was jealous thinking that he was suffering outside while Rong Ting was staying here comfortably being served.
He stood by the wall, grinning, applying medicine to his bruised and festering wounds, and said sarcastically, "Young ladies from wealthy families just have time to spare."
He looked coldly at Rong Ting who was glancing out the window, and spoke with a sour tone, "Don't think that she is helping here and there now. She is just a rich family's eldest daughter who is bored and has pity on a beggar like you who has nothing to do to kill time. What she gave you is just something she doesn't need."
He sneered twice, "Wait until she is no longer interested in you, and see if she will come to you again."
What responded to him was the sound of a door slamming.
Rong Ting turned the wheels of his wheelchair and went out of the house, his back looking clear and indifferent.
Wang Zhou felt like he was hitting cotton with his fist because of his cold attitude. He was speechless and quickly spat with disdain.
He felt that what he had just said was absolutely correct, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Jiangrao is busy for a dying disabled person, she is really too kind
Rong Ting walked all the way to the door and stopped at the threshold.
There were two deep ruts on the snowy road outside.
The tracks of carriage wheels.
He looked at it for a long time, but shook his head.
He didn't believe Wang Zhou, but he believed in himself.
No one will really treat him well.
When he was young, there were palace maids who felt sorry for him and secretly gave him steamed buns.
However, after being discovered by the Queen's people, they accused him of stealing the steamed buns from the kitchen and had him severely beaten.
He understands better than anyone else
Those tiny kindnesses that others give on a whim become fragile and vulnerable once they threaten themselves.
…
Four days passed in a flash.
During the four days, Rong Ting had not seen Jiang Rao again.
He suppressed the inexplicable expectation and anxiety in his heart, thinking that this was the right thing to do.
Whether she comes now or not, it has nothing to do with him.
Even if she comes now, there will always be a day when she will get tired of it.
In the end he would be alone.
But it’s been four days...
Rong Ting felt something strange.
Even if she didn't come, he wanted to know what she was doing.
This thought tormented him for four days. When he realized it, he found himself outside in his wheelchair.
There were two old ladies on the street, chatting.
"The carriage was passing the mountainside when it was hit by a snowball that rolled down from the top of the mountain, causing it to fall off the cliff."
"What a coincidence! If it had passed by a little earlier or a little later, this wouldn't have happened."
"What about the people in the carriage? Are they alive?"
"I don't know... There are a lot of people watching at the foot of the mountain. Maybe someone is dead."
"It's horrible. The snow is so heavy. How can someone really risk his life to leave the city? What is more important than life?"
Rong Ting's face still had his usual calm and indifferent look.
until
"This carriage seems to belong to the wealthy family from Jinling. Maybe they are used to a life of luxury and don't know how dangerous the mountain roads here are in the snow..."
Rong Ting glanced at them with a sad face.
At this time, a figure appeared in the snow in the distance.
The figure was getting closer and closer. It was the maid who occasionally followed Jiang Rao.
The maid approached him with red eyes, and stuffed bottles and jars of pills and several medical books into his arms, but she choked and could not utter anything for a while.
Rong Ting suddenly recalled the two carriage tracks he saw outside his house four days ago, and the casual conversation between the two old ladies.
Four days ago, that nosy little girl made some strange promises.
His brows twitched heavily.
Why did he only see her maid and not her?
His usually calm voice trembled slightly, revealing an anxiety that was difficult to suppress. It just sounded very cold. "Where is your girl?"
Ming Shao's eyes were already red, and when she heard him asking about Jiang Rao's news, she choked at first, and then, tears rolled down her eyes uncontrollably.
She collapsed to the ground and burst into tears, unable to suppress her sorrow, "Girl, girl, she..."
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