Jiang Rao had never seen such a scene and was stunned.
His brows furrowed slightly.
She vaguely felt that she had seen what he said in a storybook.
But when I think about it carefully, I just can't think of anything.
Where have I seen this kind of words...
She was in a trance for a moment.
Rong Ting started coughing violently. Jiang Rao came back to her senses and hurriedly brought him some water to drink.
Her eyes followed the ups and downs of the water in the cup, and she watched carefully, afraid that the water would spill onto the bedding on the bed.
She was totally unaware that when Rong Ting's eyes swept towards her, there was a hint of sharpness and strong possessiveness.
Although he said that he had recovered from his illness, once the fever subsided, the redness on his face disappeared, and his complexion became cold and pale.
He looked thin and frail, like a fairy who had been standing in the clouds for a long time. His body was light and fluttery, and his coughing sounded as if he was coughing out his heart, liver and lungs. He looked really weak and pitiful.
"Year after year," he murmured.
This time, he coughed and murmured.
Jiang Rao's attention was completely back on him.
"In Dazhao, if you look at a person's body, you are responsible for that person..."
As he spoke, he began to cough again, looking sick.
The continuous coughing interrupted what was supposed to be continued.
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment, and was led by these words. She finally remembered where she had seen such words!
But in those storybooks, aren’t all the ones whose bodies were seen and whose innocence was damaged girls?
Or, she is a vixen who pretends to be pitiful and seduces scholars.
As for Rong Ting…if you only look at his face, it’s no exaggeration to say that he’s a male fox transformed into a beauty.
Even this sick beauty is much more pitiful than the vixen.
"But I'm fine." The sickly beauty smiled weakly, which was enough to break one's heart. "Although... this is the first time someone has seen my naked body."
Jiang Rao, who was not a cunning person at all, could not hear that the tone of this beauty was actually full of - it matters, I want someone to coax me.
Instead, she skipped the rest of his sentence because he said it didn't matter.
Her round eyes immediately curved up, her dimples deep, hiding a smile of appreciation, "I knew you wouldn't force me to do anything."
This morning she managed to get through the ordeal safely and concealed the fact that she had sneaked out in the middle of the night.
If she told her father about it, he would know that she had seen a man's body.
Although she couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, if her father knew that she had seen a man's body.
Or, interrupt her in anger.
's legs, or, break his own legs.
At least one of the father and daughter will have to live a miserable life in a wheelchair for the rest of their lives.
It was pitch dark and she couldn't see anything clearly. It was such a pity for her to suffer like this.
Jiang Rao smiled with her eyes narrowed, put her finger to her lips, and made a "hush" gesture to Rong Ting.
"Then let's never talk about this matter again. If no one knows about it, we can just pretend it never happened."
Rong Ting: “…”
For a moment, I was speechless.
…
He was very helpless, and finally looked at her and smiled slowly.
…
There are two bowls of soft and sticky white rice porridge in total.
Jiang Rao stared at Rong Ting and drank it all.
I couldn't help but glance at his legs under the quilt.
Although covered by clothes, the height and length of the two legs were changed, and they did not look weak.
Even at a cursory glance, one can see that his legs are exceptionally long for a man his age.
If his leg injury had not been healed, it would have been a different story.
After many years, his legs will become ugly and weak due to lack of walking, and their muscles will atrophy, making them as soft and weak as an octogenarian.
It contrasts sharply with his broad back and his cold, sinister and angry face.
Above the belt and below the belt, it was like two different bodies, ice and fire.
One ugly, the other beautiful; one weak, the other strong.
The gap is so stark, I don’t know how he managed to endure such a crime.
Jiang Rao sighed when she thought about it, thinking that although he was hateful and abominable at that time, he was also extremely pitiful.
Fortunately, his leg injury can heal now, and he won't become like in her dream.
Jiang Rao waited for him to finish eating and took away the used bowl.
While washing dishes, she saw a few wooden boards tied to the legs to assist walking by the wall. She turned around and pointed at them, asking Rong Ting, "Have you tried walking?"
Rong Ting's eyes hid his emotions deeply, and although he said "hmm", he didn't say anything more.
Jiang Rao said: "If you can walk a few steps, even if you have to hold on to something, it's good to stand up and walk around, or you can tap and massage your legs often. Otherwise, if you don't walk for a long time, your legs will become even weaker. If you move more, you may be able to stand up faster."
After she finished speaking, she smiled sweetly as if she had seen him standing up in front of her. "It would be great if you could run soon after you stand up."
Rong Ting understood everything she said.
He had read about it in a medical book.
But after I skimmed through those cold, tiny handwriting on the medical books, line by line, and memorized them word for word, my heart felt cold and I didn't have any expectations.
Whether your legs are good or bad, you can only survive and live a humiliating life.
But now when she talked about what would happen after her leg healed, she looked like she would be very happy when that day came...
With someone waiting and looking forward to it for him, always talking about the future in his ear, he actually began to look forward to the future.
"Niannian." His body tensed up instantly, and his tone was slightly hoarse, "Since you remember last night, does what you said count?"
Jiang Rao raised her eyes and looked at him.
His judgment was poor when he was sick, so he believed whatever she said.
But when he woke up, he believed whatever she said.
It's like if he was fed poison, he would eat it.
Jiang Rao looked at him like this and felt a little strange.
She didn't know what he mentioned last night, after all, she seemed to have said a lot of things.
But she has always been honest and has a clear conscience. She said, "Of course it all counts."
Rong Ting gently pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled palely, "Then I will take it seriously."
He was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.
"Who was that person you mentioned three times last night?"
The voice is calm and gentle.
The line of sight was entangled with a hint of scarlet darkness that was hardly noticeable.
Jiang Rao was stunned.
He is asking... Wangba//Jiu?
…
In the Jiang Mansion, the old father paced back and forth in the study like an ant on a frying pan.
He paced back and forth with a frown on his face. Finally, he asked someone to call Jiang Qinshi over and told her all that had been on his mind for the whole morning.
"Qingshan, remember, I said a few days ago that the kid from the west of the city looked familiar."
Seeing his frown, Jiang Qin couldn't help but stepped forward to smooth it away, and said softly, "Of course I remember. After I came back, I thought carefully about which old friends in Jinling had children as old as him. But after thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of any child who looked like him."
She looked at Fourth Master Jiang's face and said, "You look so worried, but what did you remember?"
Seeing that his brows were still furrowed, Jiang Qin also frowned.
Fourth Master Jiang advised her, "You might as well think about what the Ninth Prince looks like."
Jiang Qin thought about it, exclaimed, and a happy smile appeared in her eyes, "That child is very pretty and lovely."
Fourth Master Jiang covered his forehead with his hands. After so many years, he still couldn't get used to his wife's lustful eyes. "No..."
He said helplessly: "I want you to think about whether the child in the west of the city looks like the Ninth Prince."
Jiang Qin was silent for a while, thought for a long time, and finally, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.
"I am not as discerning as you. Just tell me what you want to say."
Fourth Master Jiang pointed his finger under his right eye and asked, "Does the Ninth Prince have a small mole here?"
Jiang Qin was silent for a while, "Yes."
"The kid from the west city also has it under his eye, right in the middle, so big that you can't even see it unless you look closely." Fourth Master Jiang connected them based on this point, "Think about their facial features again, aren't they a bit similar?"
Mr. Jiang Siye’s skill in painting is such that he can remember every person he sees after just one look.
Jiang Qin had long forgotten the Ninth Prince's specific appearance. She only remembered that he was handsome, but the details of his facial features were very vague in her memory.
Although she couldn't figure it out, she trusted her husband. "Are you saying that the child is the Ninth Prince?"
But this matter was of no small importance, and Jiang Qinshi's voice couldn't help but become much more serious.
"That's what I'm worried about." said Mr. Jiang Si.
"But I'm worried that I remembered it wrongly. After all, I only saw him a few times many years ago, when he was a child. It's not uncommon for children to change their appearance when they grow up. We haven't heard any news about the Ninth Prince leaving the capital, so it's hard to be sure."
Fourth Master Jiang sighed, "I didn't say anything to Nian Nian, in case I made a mistake and caused her to misunderstand. I want to draft a letter and send it to Jinling, asking for a portrait of the Ninth Prince in his current state, so that we can compare and see if they are consistent."
He walked towards the desk, and Jiang Qinshi followed him and ground it for him. "If it really is the Ninth Prince, what are you going to do?"
Fourth Master Jiang paused and said, "We'll talk about it later."
His face turned cold, as if he didn't want to get involved.
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