"But I never thought that before Lord Liao got married, he actually planned to have concubines?"
Jiang Rao frowned slightly, "Then I feel a little bit unworthy for Lord Shu's daughter."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes. The small mole under his eye was covered by shadow, making it almost invisible.
He thought about what Jiang Rao had just said, and understood something. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled faintly. His eyes became much brighter, like sunlight shining through the gaps between the leaves and hitting a pool of cold water in the forest, dazzling and beautiful.
He was in a good mood, so he also cleared Liao Qiubai's name, "Liao Qiubai was just a little naughty in his words."
Jiang Rao felt more relieved. She was still curious about Liao Qiubai and Miss Shu's marriage. "Then what about him and Miss Shu..."
Rong Ting shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know.
Jiang Rao was a little disappointed. The girl didn't care about her reputation and stopped him in the street to talk. There was no sign of marriage. Liao Qiubai was probably not interested in her. Even though Jiang Rao didn't recognize the girl from the Shu family, he still felt a little regretful.
"If there are any officials' families who need my help, please let me know in advance."
As she spoke, she tapped her fingers on the table habitually, almost identical to the little movements she made when she was calculating with an abacus. Under her slightly drooped eyelids, her eyes were full of unpleasant little thoughts and calculations.
She knew that the only things she could do to help him were trivial matters. Whether he could win over talented and ambitious people and use them for his own benefit depended on his ability. Her efforts to build good relationships with the wives of those people were just icing on the cake.
It's just the icing on the cake, but it has to be done well.
She tapped the table and her sleeves slid down, revealing a part of her wrist.
Rong Ting suddenly stood up, picked up Jiang Rao and walked into the house.
Jiang Rao was so scared that she grabbed his neck tightly, and after stumbling a few steps, she was let down.
What caught her eye was the curtains on the bed. Jiang Rao became alert and sat up immediately.
She sat cross-legged, reached out her hand with foresight, and grasped the front of her shirt tightly. She said to the person beside the bed in a serious tone, hesitantly, "Don't mess around in the daytime."
Rong Ting had his back to her, rummaging in the drawer. He took out a small porcelain bottle and then walked back to Jiang Rao.
He looked down at Jiang Rao, seeing her alert expression, half-knelt down, level with her eyes, shook the white porcelain bottle in his hand, and said, "I'll help you apply the medicine."
His breath was light.
Jiang Rao smiled so much that she wanted to bury her head in the pillow. After being embarrassed for a long time, she slowly unhooked the fingers that were grabbing her collar.
How can she think so much...
It was all because Hu Li looked at the red mark on her wrist today and said that he didn't know the seriousness of the matter. She kept thinking about it and misunderstood that he was not knowing the seriousness of the matter again.
Rong Ting grabbed Jiang Rao's wrist. The little girl's wrist was thin and eye-catchingly white in the dim light. The mark left by his grip was particularly obvious.
After he applied the medicine, his fingers stopped on her wrist and rubbed it for a few times. Although there was a hint of guilt in his eyes, there was more satisfaction.
These traces were all left by him. Just thinking of this, his breathing became heavier. His fingers moved upwards and were suddenly held by Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao obediently let Rong Ting apply the medicine to her, but she was watching from the side. Seeing his eyes gradually become evil, her heart was alarmed again, and she quickly grabbed his hand. Although he promised her that he would not fool around in the daytime, he always had a way to seduce her and ask for it first. Jiang Rao was afraid of his teasing and her own weak will, so she grabbed Rong Ting's hand and said, "No."
Rong Ting's fingers were held by her warm little hands. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. "Don't you need to apply medicine to other parts of your body as well?"
Jiang Rao's face turned red and she couldn't say anything. When she thought about the marks on her body, her face felt hot. She didn't say anything, but shook her head with a firm attitude.
Rong Ting withdrew his hand and put the porcelain bottle back into the drawer.
He returned to the bed, took off his boots and lay down on the bed, holding Jiang Rao in his arms, resting his chin on the top of Jiang Rao's head, and his body gradually relaxed.
He just closed his eyes, but his mood was more peaceful than the previous nights when he slept alone.
No matter who he met, his mind was filled with calculations and precautions. He could only put them aside for a short while in front of her. He held the little girl in his arms wholeheartedly, and his eyes were much calmer.
Jiang Rao was held in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. She knew the answer in her heart and would not ask him whether he would take a concubine or not. But there was something that had always puzzled her, and it came to her mind when Hu Li asked that question.
——He wouldn't let anyone else touch him, so why could she do it from the beginning?
Jiang Rao wanted to know what was going on, so she cleared her throat and asked, "Have we met before I was thirteen?"
Rong Ting's body tensed slightly, his voice slightly hoarse, and he said, "No" without even looking at her eyes looking up at him.
Jiang Rao frowned slightly, completely unable to think of
I don't know what's going on here.
Before, she thought he had such a problem because he had a weird temper, but now, she felt extremely relieved. Jiang Rao stretched out her hand to play with Rong Ting's hair, and just by looking at his face, joy appeared in her eyes.
A beauty is indeed a beauty. Even if he does nothing, he is still pleasing to the eye. She sighed, "I thought we had met when we were children."
The speaker may not have meant it, but the listener took it to heart. Rong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly.
Jiang Rao accidentally saw the scar on the back of his neck, and she stopped moving. As she looked at it, the corners of her eyes turned red. Following what she had just said, she asked in a low voice, "When did you get this injury?"
The scar was long and had the shape of being whipped by thorns. It was obviously a wound left by punishment.
"When I was a kid, I was punished."
He spoke a few brief words and said no more.
He didn't want to mention his childhood experiences in front of her.
The Queen said that he was extremely naughty. When she found out, she always acted as if his reputation was tarnished and was angry for him, but he knew that he was indeed like that.
You have to steal or rob food to fill your stomach, and you have to steal the books you want to read or learn from the library to gain knowledge.
He also wanted to act according to the moral principles of Neo-Confucianism, but if he did that, he would not be able to survive.
Coming out of the gutter, covered in dirt and mud, he can never wash himself clean in this lifetime. She didn't need to know, she just needed to know that he was now the bright and pure person that she liked.
Jiang Rao curled her fingers in pain, then reached out to touch him. When she held him at night, she could always feel the bumps on his sweaty back, but she had never seen it during the day. Just as she was about to open his clothes to take a look, the maid who went to the kitchen to get the bird's nest came back. Seeing that there was no one in the yard, she gently knocked on the door of the inner room.
Jiang Rao retracted her fingers suddenly. Rong Ting stood up to open the door. Jiang Rao glanced at him with a slightly fixed gaze, then suddenly reached out and pushed him back onto the couch.
Although her action was interrupted by the maid, she ended up unbuttoning the top button of his collar.
His chest was slightly bare and his hair was disheveled, which was not a big deal, but it looked a little strange with his face... She didn't want anyone to see him like this.
Jiang Rao went to receive the bird's nest soup brought by the maid. Longan was added to the bird's nest soup, which was steaming. Jiang Rao gently stirred it with a spoon, recalling the abrupt and chaotic scar on his shoulder. She could recognize other scars, whether they were knife wounds or scars left by whipping with a thorn stick, but she couldn't recognize that one. There were two short red bruises side by side on his shoulder, which were very eye-catching. Jiang Rao finally couldn't suppress her curiosity. She glanced at Rong Ting again, pointed at the wound on his shoulder and asked, "Where did you get this injury?"
"You bit it."
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment.
Seeing her bewildered look, Rong Ting slowly smiled, almost imperceptibly. His tone remained calm, not hurried, "Niannian was about to faint at that time, so it's normal that she doesn't remember it."
Jiang Rao: “…”
She knew what time it was!
She shouldn't have asked!
Jiang Rao's fingers gripping the soup spoon tensed, the blush on her cheeks almost reaching her ears, and she had the urge to throw the bowl of soup at him.
But seeing that his tone and expression were calm and indifferent, there was no joking or ambiguity in his tone, he was just answering her questions just now. Jiang Raokong's ears turned red, and she felt that she was being teased without any basis, and she couldn't find a reason to settle accounts with him at all. She said "oh" softly, and couldn't say anything. Her hand holding the spoon was stiff, and she forgot to do other things.
Rong Ting knew when to stop and didn't dare to tease her too much.
He always hated sweet food and sweet taste, but after Jiang Rao handed him the bird's nest soup, he obediently drank the whole bowl.
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study.
The spies sent out by the Seventeenth Prince stood by the wall, bowed their heads and received training.
The seventeenth prince looked gloomy. He could hardly control his anger after hearing the news his spy had just reported to him. His eyes were gloomy and he asked in a cold voice, "You couldn't find a chance to get close to them?"
Although Raogu Mountain has beautiful scenery, it is sparsely populated. In addition, Rong Ting is newly married and must be unprepared. With the right time and place, this is the easiest opportunity to succeed recently. If we can't get close to Rong Ting now, it will only become more and more difficult in the future.
The spy who came back lowered his head and answered honestly: "There was no chance to get close at all."
The Seventeenth Prince stood up suddenly and kicked him, "Useless thing."
The spy knelt down and defended himself, "The guards around His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi are so strict that even a fly can't fly past. I have tried every possible way, but I really can't find a chance to get close to him."
The seventeenth prince put his hands behind his back and gradually clenched them into fists.
He suddenly sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that my mother wanted to kill him and drove him to Huaizhou, how could he be so proud? How ungrateful."
The military power and influence in Rong Ting's hands were given to him by his mother herself.
When he thought of this, the Seventeenth Prince's face became ferocious and he found it extremely difficult to accept.
It has been two days since Rong Ting returned from Raogu Mountain. Within half a month, he will return to the court.
If we overthrow him before he returns to the court, the fact that my grandfather is training assassins can be completely concealed.
Otherwise, when Rong Ting returns to work, everything will become difficult.
"Go and keep an eye on the area around his mansion. If there is any movement, come back and report immediately."
Before Rong Ting returned to the court, he had to think of a way to deal with him.
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