Huai Qing thought about this and couldn't help but take a step back.
Jiang Rao saw his hesitation and indecision from his retreating steps.
Her smile disappeared, and she frowned slightly as she looked at Huai Qing, "Do you think I can't do the laundry?"
Huai Qing quickly shook his head, "It's just the beginning of spring, and the weather is too cold."
"Especially the water from the well in this inn is so cold that it can pierce one's bones. If the young lady gets sick due to this, I cannot bear the responsibility." He broke out in a cold sweat and continued to talk nonsense, just wanting to discourage Jiang Rao from helping Rong Ting wash the clothes.
Although the Ninth Prince does not have many clothes, he has to wear at least a dozen sets to disguise his identity along the way. How come Jiang Rao took a fancy to this one?
"Girl, later..."
Jiang Rao heard his explanation clearly and smiled, "You have always been a careful person."
If she hadn't seen that Huai Qing had a clean heart, worked hard, and had a quick mind, she wouldn't have left him with Rong Ting.
Huai Qing thought Jiang Rao was willing to let him go, so he turned around hurriedly holding his clothes and walked towards the backyard immediately.
But he was stopped by Jiang Rao who came in front of him, "Hey, don't leave yet."
Jiang Rao looked at Huai Qing and saw that his expression became even uglier. She realized that Huai Qing didn't want her to touch the clothes.
When Huai Qing said the water was cold just now, it seemed like just an excuse. Maybe he just thought that she didn't know how to wash clothes.
Jiang Rao was not annoyed. She had never done laundry before. It was normal for Huai Qing to look at her like this. But because she wanted the coat and Huai Qing refused to give it to her, she couldn't help but frown. "Are you worried about the water being cold? I'll ask the maid to boil some hot water. You won't freeze. Even if you are really sick, it's not your fault."
Huai Qing saw Jiang Rao frowning and misunderstood that she was angry. He felt a little flustered, "Girl...you are..."
It was a sin to fail to do the things arranged by the Ninth Prince. It was another sin to make Jiang Rao unhappy. His tightly clenched fingers could not help but loosen a little. Ming Shao took the opportunity to take the clothes from Huai Qing and said to him with a smile: "Eunuch is too cautious. Even if the young lady doesn't know how to wash, we maids will always know how to do it. Don't worry."
Huai Qing sighed and had no intention of taking it back.
The change in his expression caught Jiang Rao's attention.
Even though Ming Shao took the clothes, she was still looking at Huai Qing's expression. Seeing that he was willing, she smiled and took the clothes, "Thank you, eunuch."
Huai Qing frowned, looked at the backs of Jiang Rao and Ming Shao as they walked away, and put his hands into his sleeves nervously.
At this point, he couldn't think of any excuse for the moment. He just hoped that Jiang Rao would be simple-minded and not associate Rong Ting with the two people whose hands were broken on Changqian Street because of this piece of clothing.
But just thinking about this, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he suddenly remembered the petite figure who drank medicine and was still able to run outside the study room sober on a snowy night two years ago. He vaguely felt that Jiang Rao was not so easy to fool.
He felt a little regretful that he came out at the wrong time, so he turned around and went to Wu Que to discuss a solution.
…
Jiang Rao took Rong Ting's coat but did not immediately go to the well to wash it.
She held the coat in her arms and went back to her room. She asked Mingshao to get a ruler so that she could measure the waist, shoulders and sleeves of the coat.
She knew so little about him.
Want to know but become more and more.
Jiang Rao's steps towards the inn room became faster and faster.
Mingshao went to find a ruler. Jiang Rao was alone in the inn. She closed the wooden door, threw off her clothes and spread them on the table. She first measured the width of his shoulders with her hands. She didn't know if it was because her hands were small, but his shoulders were really wide. She couldn't finish measuring after several times. She put her hands on her own shoulders to measure, and suddenly she understood why she didn't feel oppressive when she looked at him from a distance. The feeling of oppression was so deep when he pressed down.
Jiang Rao held her chin and sighed.
She rested her head on the coat and smelled his scent on the fabric. Suddenly she thought, why not keep the coat for a few more days.
I can sleep well if I hold him in my arms at night, or maybe holding his clothes will do the trick too.
Jiang Rao suddenly raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, then slowly stood up with a frown.
There was something wrong with the smell of his clothes.
It doesn't smell as clear and pleasant as before, and seems to have some other flavor mixed in.
Jiang Rao frowned. Ming Shao came back with a ruler and measured the size of the clothes. Jiang Rao watched from the side, and her eyes gradually swept towards the hem of the clothes.
There are dots of stars there, and the color is much darker than other places.
Even though the clothes are black, one can see that they are darker.
Jiang Rao squatted down and got closer to the place, and she could see that the embroidery threads on the lapel were covered by the dark color.
She sat back down and swung her feet, trying to get a look at the soles of her embroidered shoes.
Ming Shao looked back at her and chuckled, "Miss, what are you thinking about?"
"The hem of this shirt is so dirty, I'm worried it's me..." Jiang Rao shook
She lifted her foot and suddenly put it back down. She blushed. Ming Shao probably didn't know that Rong Ting carried her back last night. She didn't have the nerve to tell her personal maid about it. She coughed twice and said, "It's nothing. My foot is just numb."
She was worried that the soles of her shoes were too dirty, and she kicked up mud when Rong Ting carried her on his back last night.
However, if the dust from the soles of shoes rubs onto clothes, it will not stain the embroidery threads on the clothes.
After Mingshao finished measuring, she put away the ruler. Jiang Rao wrote down the dimensions one by one on paper and went to the well to fetch water to wash clothes.
The water drawn from the well was not as freezing cold as Huai Qing had said. Instead, it felt a little warm to the touch, perhaps because the weather in early spring was not warm enough.
Jiang Rao was about to soak her clothes in the water. Her action startled Ming Shao, "Miss, you don't really want to do it yourself, do you?"
Jiang Rao looked up at Ming Shao with a look of pure sincerity, "When Huai Qing and I were talking, you were next to me."
Ming Shao became anxious, "I thought you just wanted to let His Majesty know that you did his laundry, but this kind of work should be left to the maids. Even if I'm not in Jinling right now and there's no maid to do the laundry, isn't this my maid here? Just let me do it."
Jiang Rao had dipped her hands in water and shook her head gently, "Let me do it."
She can't embroider and she doesn't go into the kitchen, so there are probably only a few things she can do by herself.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade Jiang Rao, Ming Shao just watched from the side, waiting for Jiang Rao to complain of being tired and saying she couldn't do it, and then she would take over.
She leaned close to Jiang Rao and asked, "Miss, why do you suddenly want to do this for His Highness the Ninth?"
"Just want to do something that a normal girl would do."
Jiang Rao answered seriously, which made Ming Shao laugh. "From your tone, it sounds like you have done something unusual before?"
Jiang Rao did not respond.
I was thinking, this is more than unusual.
And it's not serious.
She had never seen another girl who couldn't control herself like her.
She bit her lower lip, soaked the shirt in her arms into the wooden basin, and was about to put the soap nuts in, but when she saw the color spreading in the water, she stopped there.
Ming Shao screamed, "Is it blood?"
Jiang Rao stared blankly at the blood stains in the basin, "No wonder I smelled blood when I was measuring the size just now."
She keenly recalled Huai Qing's sighs and his hesitation to speak, and whispered, "He seems to be hiding something from me."
Ming Shao Fan Meng Chase
Ask, "Who?"
"Huai Qing."
"Young lady." As if the devil had appeared before him, Huai Qing stepped through the moon gate in the backyard and hurried to Jiang Rao's side, with Wu Que following behind him.
Jiang Rao saw him coming and slowly stood up. She put her hands behind her back and looked unhappy. "It's good that you're here. I have something to ask you."
Huai Qing's heart skipped a beat and he thought, oh no.
Jiang Rao asked in a deep voice: "Your Ninth Prince, when he fell off a cliff and broke his leg, did it never heal?"
Huai Qing was stunned.
Jiang Rao, the clothes you wore yesterday were dark, and the clothes you wore today are also dark. Even if they are stained with blood, it is hard to see clearly. Are you trying to cover up something?
Jiang Rao pointed to the wooden basin beside her, her voice trembling, "Look, how much blood has fallen from this shirt? He was injured like this, and I asked him to carry me on my back and tied him up for the whole night, and I didn't let him sleep well. How could he do this?"
She felt both guilty and aggrieved. She was so anxious that she blurted out everything that was on her mind. For a moment there was total silence, and everyone was looking at her.
Seeing Huai Qing standing there in silence, Jiang Rao became more and more anxious, "Tell me quickly, is his injury not healed?"
Huai Qing came back to his senses and looked away. Jiang Rao looked at his evasive gaze and vaguely felt that things might really be as she guessed. She walked out of the yard without saying a word and went to the county government office to find Rong Ting.
Huai Qing hurriedly chased after her, "Girl, girl, it's not like that."
Jiang Rao stopped.
Wu Que stepped forward and spoke for Huai Qing: "Miss, we are here to tell you that Huai Qing remembered it wrongly."
He pointed at the wooden basin and said, "The one in your hand is not the one His Highness the Ninth Prince wore yesterday. His Highness the Ninth Prince had several identical ones while in disguise. This one was the one he wore in Huaizhou when he was injured. His Highness asked Huai Qing to throw it away, and Huai Qing remembered it wrongly."
Huai Qing confessed: "This is my negligence. If the lady wants to punish me, I will accept it."
Jiang Rao's eyes were red with anxiety. After hearing what they said, she slowly asked, "Really?"
The two nodded.
Jiang Rao looked back at the water in the wooden basin, her fingers curled up in fear, and her slightly red eyes deepened a little. There was so much blood, how badly he was injured...
Wu Que coughed and glanced at Huai Qing, "We will never tell anyone about what the Fourth Miss just said."
Huai Qing received Wu Que's hint and immediately said, "Don't worry, young lady. Huai Qing will not forget what people say outside. There will definitely not be any rumors or gossip about you that shouldn't be spread."
I won’t talk nonsense. What is there worth talking about?
Jiang Rao turned around and met Ming Shao's surprised gaze. Jiang Rao opened her eyes wide in confusion. Ming Shao asked tremblingly, "Girl, what you said, did you really take it last night..."
last night?
Jiang Rao gradually recalled what she had said in her anxiety just now.
I pestered him all night long.
He didn't get a good sleep.
Jiang Rao stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning and her soul was taken away. She opened her mouth to speak several times but no sound came out of her throat. When she finally regained consciousness, she wanted to explain it carefully, but as soon as she glanced at them, before she could open her mouth, they all lowered their heads and kept silent at the same time, making her feel that even if she explained, it would only make the matter more obvious.
She covered her head and slowly squatted to the ground.
Finished.
Her face.
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