Passersby were vaguely talking around him, "If you're looking for someone, don't bring back a corpse. It's a sin..."
Rong Ting felt a sharp pain in the pit of his stomach.
It’s so dense, and the more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.
More unbearable than the pain endured by skin and bones.
Corpse… The passerby’s vague words were as sharp as a knife, piercing his throat and making his voice tremble. “Please explain clearly.”
Ming Shao wiped away her tears, "The girl ran out of the city secretly to get medicine for you. When she came back, her carriage fell off the mountain. When she was found, she was dying. Before she fainted, she asked me to give you the pills and prescription she brought back quickly."
Ming Shao has been serving Jiang Rao since she was very young. She watched Jiang Rao grow up. Jiang Rao and the Jiang family treated her very well, and she only wanted to serve her for the rest of her life. Whenever Jiang Rao was injured, it would hurt as much as if it was hurt on her body.
If the girl hadn't asked her to deliver the medicine, she would definitely stay by the girl's side and wait until she heard what the doctor said about whether the girl was seriously ill before leaving.
Unlike now, I don’t know what’s going on and I’m worried to the point of crying.
Dying...
Rong Ting stood there in a daze.
My fingertips were actually shaking.
…
Jiang Mansion.
Rumors throughout the mansion were that the carriage the girl was riding in fell off a cliff and the girl fainted, but the truth was that Jiang Qin grabbed Jiang Rao's ear and pulled her out of the quilt with an angry look on her face.
She poked Jiang Rao's forehead in anger, leaving a red mark. "How many days will it be before you reach the age of 15? You are so grown up, but you actually left a letter and ran away. Do you know that your father has been looking for you everywhere these days?"
The little man who was rumored to have fainted opened his eyes tiredly, but he looked like he had not yet woken up.
She covered her forehead and hid back for a while, whispering, "It's been nearly two years..."
Jiang Qinshi: "..."
She was scolding her, but she actually did it for her?
She was so disappointed with him, "You are two years away from marriage, and you are already a grown-up girl. Luckily, it happened when you were about to go down the mountain, and you only suffered minor injuries. Otherwise, even if I gave you nine lives, you wouldn't be able to cause more trouble."
Her daughter has been spoiled since she was a child.
But she has a well-behaved and sweet appearance that makes people hard to blame her.
Jiang Rao's eyelids were drooping. She had been traveling a lot and had hardly slept in the past few days. She wanted to sleep little by little.
She is lazy
Lan leaned on Jiang Qinshi and apologized softly, "Mother, don't be angry with me. I left the city to save people, and besides, I'm fine, right?"
As he spoke, his voice gradually faded.
Jiang Rao found Ren Fuqing very easily, but getting medicine was not so easy. She pawned all her favorite jewelry and paid for Ren Fuqing's travel expenses for the next five years. She also found ways to buy the herbs he needed and worked for him for three days in exchange, pounding medicine day and night. She spent all her manpower, material resources and financial resources before she got the medicine and prescription she wanted.
However, she was lucky to get the medicine from that strange doctor.
But she hadn't slept for almost three days and was really too sleepy.
She was drowsy on the way back, and only woke up for a moment when the carriage fell off a cliff. When she got home and found that she was safe and sound, she gave the medicine to Mingshao and fell asleep completely relieved.
I was planning to sleep forever, but my mother pulled me awake by my ears.
Jiang Rao yawned repeatedly, secretly leaned her cheek on Jiang Qin's shoulder, and quietly closed her eyes when she was not paying attention.
As a result, I actually fell asleep during this sneak nap.
Jiang Qinshi listened to the gentle breathing sound beside her ear and knew that she was asleep. She was so angry and amused that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She stuffed the little debt collector back into the bed, brushed her messy hair, and said in confusion, "Who do you want to save that makes you work so hard?"
Jiang Qin looked at her for a while, left her yard, called a servant over, and asked him to go and find Fourth Master Jiang. She also instructed the kitchen to prepare some soup and tonic, and add more bitter ingredients.
Jiang Rao has been fond of sweets since childhood and doesn't like bitter food.
Although she couldn't bear to punish her severely, she wanted to make her suffer a little so that she would remember it.
This would prevent her from leaving a letter and running away in the future without knowing who to save.
She acted like a little Bodhisattva, but made her family worried.
…
Jiang Rao slept for a short while and dreamed about her family leaving Yecheng and returning to Jinling.
I didn’t know the exact time in the dream, but I saw willow trees sprouting and forsythia blooming on both sides of the road.
Just after this winter, they left.
Jiang Rao had always wanted to leave as soon as possible, but now she can't. Doctor Ren said that the boy's leg injury has been chronic and it will take at least half a year to recover. She wants to see his leg injury heal completely.
She frowned in her dream, and suddenly she was awakened by a rustling sound.
A furry little head was lying beside her bed.
Jiang Jinxing saw that she had woken up and looked up at her.
The head looked at her, "Sister, get up quickly and take the medicine."
At first, Jiang Rao thought she had misheard. She only suffered some minor skin injuries, so why should she take any medicine?
When I looked up, I saw a bowl of medicine on the table. From afar, I could smell the bitter taste.
Jiang Rao couldn't stand bitterness. When she smelled the bitter medicinal smell in the air, her brows furrowed unbearably and she couldn't help but shrink her head into the quilt.
Jiang Jinxing came over with one of the medicine bowls in his hand. He said seriously, "Sister, hurry up and drink the medicine. Mother asked me to watch you. You must finish all these bowls of medicine."
Jiang Rao: “…”
She really wanted to turn into broken snow in the howling cold wind outside the window, and be blown away by the wind so that she wouldn't have to drink the medicine.
At this time, Ming Shao pushed the door open and said to Jiang Rao, "Miss, the young master from the west of the city is waiting for you in the guest room."
…
There was heavy snow outside the window, and white snowflakes were falling to the ground.
Ming Shao brought Rong Ting to the guest room, but was called out by other maids, leaving Rong Ting alone.
His long eyelashes drooped lonely, covering the anxiety and panic in his eyes.
He imagined the little girl who always appeared in front of him recently, dying, or even... losing her breath. For the first time, he felt fear.
Rong Ting has never taken death seriously, whether it is his own or others.
The death of others only makes him feel that the world becomes quieter.
As for himself, there didn't seem to be much difference whether he was alive or dead.
It was the first time he realized that death was truly a sad thing.
He waited for a long time, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he maneuvered his wheelchair to the door and wanted to go out and take a look.
When the slender fingers knocked on the cold wooden door, they couldn't stop trembling, and at this moment, the door suddenly opened.
Jiang Rao was hiding from her brother who was chasing her to feed her medicine. She kept shouting "I'll see the guest first" and ran into the guest room and locked the door.
When she turned around, she saw Rong Ting waiting for her. Perhaps because they were too close, she was stunned.
Rong Ting also looked at her and was slightly stunned.
Her face was not as rosy as before and she looked very tired, as if she had been exhausted recently. She seemed a little thinner, but she was still very beautiful, with bright eyes, and did not look like a dying person.
The two looked at each other, both a little at a loss.
It was Jiang Rao who spoke first, "Why are you here?"
She looked behind Rong Ting and asked, "Did you receive the medical books and prescriptions I asked the maid to bring to you?"
"I have already
received. "Rong Ting's dark eyes swept across her face. Seeing her in such a state of illness, he felt that it was a bit like a dream.
He was silent for a while, then spoke in a deep voice, "Your maid said that you... were dying."
My throat is slightly hoarse.
"Dying?" Jiang Rao laughed. "I was just too sleepy. I only got a few minor injuries on the way. It's not serious. That girl is making a fuss out of nothing."
She said it lightly, but Rong Ting's brows were deeply furrowed.
He knows what's going on.
During this period, there has been heavy and light snow, and the mountain roads must be steep.
With this kind of weather conditions, if they were to march to war, the elite troops would stay where they are and not dare to act rashly, let alone her, a girl.
She is quite courageous.
"My injury is nothing compared to your leg injury." Jiang Rao's mind and eyes were full of healing his leg injury. "You must remember to use those pills and prescriptions quickly. The doctor said that if you follow the prescriptions for external and internal application, plus taking a medicinal bath, your leg injury will be healed in a year or so."
She walked into the guest room, and Rong Ting followed behind her pushing the wheelchair.
I feel a mixture of sadness and joy, and I can't even describe how I feel.
He has always been reluctant to get close to others, but now that he is so close to her and looking at her back, he just feels at ease.
With a "bang", the tightly closed window was suddenly pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in from the window. Jiang Jinxing climbed up the window sill and jumped into the guest room. He took the medicine handed over by the waiter outside the window, and walked towards Jiang Rao, "Sister, take the medicine! You are bleeding."
"You're bleeding, why don't you take the medicine?" Jiang Jinxing yelled angrily, hitting the medicine bowl with his spoon, "Take the medicine quickly!"
Jiang Rao turned around and saw him, her face changed color.
Unexpectedly, she locked the door, and the little guy had a way to get in. He avoided him as if he had eaten bitter melon. "It's just a minor skin injury. There's really no need to use medicine."
She stood firm and stepped back, "I won't take the medicine."
But a hoarse voice fell, "Drink the medicine."
Rong Ting always spoke slowly and his voice was naturally deep, which made his voice sound weak at times, but there was a kind of arrogance in it that could not be ignored.
After growing up, weakness was gone and replaced by laziness, as if the power of life and death was in the palm of his hand without any hurry, which made people feel more oppressive.
Just like the two words "drink medicine" now, to Jiang Rao, it sounded like an order for her to do something in the future.
She was frightened and stopped where she was.
Medicine bowl
It was taken from Jiang Jinxing to Rong Ting, who held the porcelain spoon and stirred the medicine slowly.
The spoon collided with the bowl, making a ping-pong sound like the white porcelain. To Jiang Rao, it sounded like the guillotine hanging high in the air, ready to fall down at any time.
Seeing him raising the medicine spoon to hand it to her mouth, Jiang Rao's heart almost stopped.
Drinking medicine was already painful enough, and if he forced her to drink it, she was afraid she would choke to death on the spot.
She hurriedly took the medicine bowl from him.
Although she didn't want to take the medicine, she preferred to take it herself rather than have him feed it to her.
Looking at the thick black medicine, she felt extremely miserable. She showed a fearless expression, raised her chin, and drank it all in one gulp.
Rong Ting saw that she would act capriciously and coquettishly in front of her brother, but was so well-behaved and a little distant to him.
This alienation made him inexplicably unhappy.
After drinking the medicine, Jiang Rao's little face wrinkled into a ball.
The word "bitterness" is written all over his face.
Rong Ting raised his eyes and glanced at her. "Bitter?"
“Not bitter.”
Jiang Rao was a little afraid of him. She didn't dare to tell the truth and shook her head against her will.
Not only did she put away the bitter expression on her face from the medicine, she also tried hard to look grateful to him and seemed super obedient.
"Sister, you are lying." Jiang Jinxing, who had been standing by, exposed her.
He complained, "Sister clearly refused to drink the medicine I gave her, but drank the one he gave her. Sister doesn't love me."
Jiang Rao was helpless and coaxed him softly, "Sister loves you."
"Not the one I love the most." Jiang Jinxing looked at Rong Ting angrily, his intention to compare was obvious. He pointed at Rong Ting and said, "You obviously love him more."
Jiang Rao: “…”
She quickly covered his mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Rong Ting turned his eyes away slightly, and there was a thin red streak behind his ear.
…
After Jiang Rao finished drinking the medicine, Jiang Jinxing ran away with the medicine bowl. Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Rao went to open the door and saw Jiang Qinshi, "Mother, why are you here?"
Jiang Qin glanced inside and said, "I came to see you."
Based on how well she knew her daughter, she estimated that in the end, she wouldn't even be able to finish half a bowl of medicine.
She was surprised that her son would come to her with an empty medicine bowl to take credit for it.
She was wondering why her daughter became so well behaved until she saw Rong Ting.
He has a fair face, red lips and a straight nose, but not rough, and is more eye-catching and pretty than other girls.
It turned out that he was the one who made her daughter run out of the city despite the wind and snow.
Jiang Qin suddenly figured something out.
She said that the reason why her daughter risked her life to go out of the city to find medicine for others was explained when she saw the young man's beautiful, delicate and handsome face.
"I heard that you were also from Jinling. Which family are you from?" She walked towards Rong Ting.
Jiang Rao noticed Rong Ting's displeasure at being approached, and hurriedly pulled Jiang Qin away, "Mother, don't ask this."
She muttered softly, "We are here, don't we also want others to know who we are?"
"You look so nervous and it's inconvenient to tell me, so I won't ask." Jiang Qin looked at Jiang Rao with a smile.
That's it.
As expected, she is her daughter and has a very good taste.
This little boy is more handsome than her father when he was young.
The method is also very clever. He first puts the character in the role of savior, which makes it easier for them to develop feelings for each other.
Jiang Qin looked at Jiang Rao with approval.
Jiang Rao had no idea what she had done to make her mother happy, and was completely confused. But this kind of approving look was much better than scolding her, so she winked at Jiang Qinshi and then glanced at Rong Ting.
She knew that her mother always valued appearance above all else, and she knew that her mother would not be disgusted by his being too cold.
Jiang Qinshi is indeed like that.
She misunderstood Jiang Rao's thoughts and was thinking in her heart that when she met the Ninth Prince, he was very young and it was hard to tell what he looked like. Maybe when he grew up, he wouldn't be as handsome as the young man in front of her.
The regrets suddenly dissipated a lot.
She was just inadvertently glancing at the wheelchair that Rong Ting was sitting in, and she was startled.
There is a disability...
What a pity for such a beautiful face.
Jiang Qinshi suddenly felt sad and looked at Rong Ting with regret.
Just this one glance made her frown, and she suddenly felt that the boy looked somewhat familiar.
When she thought about it carefully, she felt that the face of the young man in front of her was vaguely similar to the face of the Ninth Prince when he was young in her memory.
They seem to be about the same age...
Didn’t my daughter say that he was just a bastard from some unknown family in Jinling?
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