Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment.
Although he had a stern face, Jiang Rao connected the two sentences together and thought about it. She felt that what he said was just like saying that her wish was his, the same...
Could he have been so generous when he was young?
This is somewhat different from the vindictive man in her dream.
She lowered her head and wrote on the lantern paper. The ink from the small red brush spread across the rice paper, and the words were crooked.
The Kongming lantern was lit again, and this time, it was stable and rose smoothly into the air.
Jiang Rao smiled, turned around and said to Rong Ting: "I am not greedy this time. The wish I wrote is to pray for peace for my family and you."
The moment Rong Ting saw her bright smile, his eyelids drooped.
Suddenly I understood what was so confusing.
She smiled at him, this was the right thing to do.
The only thing to do is to smile at him.
This would help him calm down his anxiety.
Jiang Rao watched the Kongming lantern disappear into a small golden light and said happily, "Let's go guess the lantern riddles together."
At this moment, a voice came from the side, "Isn't this Miss Jiang?"
The old doctor from the clinic was beside them.
He glanced at Jiang Rao and Rong Ting.
Although Rong Ting was wearing a mask, the old doctor had treated him before and saw the wheelchair, so he recognized him at a glance.
He looked at Jiang Rao, then at Rong Ting, and as if his guess had come true, a teasing smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said, "Miss Jiang, you and your favorite young man are here to light lanterns, right?"
The local customs in Yecheng are somewhat different from those in Jinling. There are not so many rules and restrictions, especially in the relationship between men and women. In reality, people are open-minded, and they are very frank about love and hate. Some girls are bolder than boys. When they see someone they like, they will even go up to him during festivals like the Spring Festival and say bluntly, "I want to marry you."
Most of the people on the Suzaku Bridge are in pairs.
"Miss, you may not know this, but if you light lanterns with your loved one, your wish will be more likely to come true." The old doctor smiled, "I wish Miss Jiang all her wishes come true."
The old doctor's voice was so penetrating amid the noisy voices around him that it made Jiang Rao's ears twitch.
She knew that he had misunderstood the relationship between Rong Ting and her again, just like last time.
Her cheeks flushed in panic, "No..."
"Last time you told me that he was not your fiancé,
But now it seems that it will be soon, right? "Her voice was so soft that it was drowned out by the noisy voices around her. The old doctor didn't hear her and continued to talk to himself,"It's rare for a young couple to be together in old age. If you have the chance, please let me taste your wedding candy."
Jiang Rao: “…”
You can't wash yourself clean even if you jump into the river.
After the old doctor left, she lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled.
I wonder if Rong Ting would think that what the old doctor just said would bring bad luck to him by making false statements about his relationship with others.
She proved her innocence, "Don't listen to what the old doctor said, he misunderstood."
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids.
As expected, she only felt sympathy and pity for him.
…
"His Majesty."
Empress Jiahe entered Emperor Zhaowu's bedroom, and behind her, a palace maid held a soup pot. "I heard that your majesty has been busy with government affairs and has not been out. I asked the imperial kitchen to make some Erchen soup for your majesty to nourish his body and wake him up."
Emperor Zhaowu looked up wearily from the memorials on the table.
The queen massaged his shoulders and asked softly, "Why are there so many memorials piled up?"
Emperor Zhaowu frowned, "The flood situation in Nanzhang is difficult to determine, so there are a few more reports."
The queen lowered her eyes respectfully, "Now that there are three princes who have reached adulthood, Your Majesty, why don't you let them share some of your responsibilities."
She intended to let the fourth prince, who was on her side, hold more power, but cleverly mentioned other princes at the same time, appearing fair and just and concealing her selfish motives.
Emperor Zhaowu thought for a moment and said, "Not yet."
Firstly, he was in his prime and it was not the time for him to entrust government affairs to his son.
Secondly, he had tried to hand over government affairs to his son before.
However, the oldest children were not only not calm enough, but also impetuous. They only thought about competing with each other and were secretly trying to trip each other up.
It is really worrying that we cannot accomplish anything.
I don't know if among those princes who have not grown up, there is anyone who can be capable and calm enough to satisfy him.
Seeing that Emperor Zhaowu was a little impatient, Empress Jiahe stopped mentioning it.
She was just very considerate and silently massaged Emperor Zhaowu's sore shoulder blades.
Emperor Zhaowu had always enjoyed her gentle approach. His eyes were filled with satisfaction and tenderness for his husband. He asked the Seventeenth Prince, "Has Little Seventeen been practicing archery these days?"
When Empress Jiahe heard him ask about Little Seventeen, she was secretly delighted.
At the same time, she remembered that she had just scolded the Seventeenth Prince for being lazy before she came to Emperor Zhaowu's place. She felt a burning feeling in her heart, but she suppressed it, calmed her mind, and replied, "He has been practicing. He was depressed because of the last incident, and he wanted to practice well and show his father a bit of his skills."
"It's a pity that Your Majesty is so busy with government affairs that you haven't been able to see Little Seventeen practice archery in person. Before he practices, he always looks at the portraits of Your Majesty hunting when he was young, and imitates your posture when practicing archery." The Queen smiled, "But at his young age, it's not easy for him to have the heroic posture of his father. In my opinion, it's not easy."
She praised Xiao Shiqi and Emperor Zhaowu in these words. She was waiting for Emperor Zhaowu to reply to her, but she heard him say, "It is much better to let Xiao Shiqi's ninth brother teach him than to look at my portrait. I may not have been able to match Xiaojiu's archery skills in my time."
The Queen felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart. She tapped her fingers on her palms and clenched them tightly, but her eyes were filled with tears. “It’s a pity that Xiaojiu is not in the palace now. Xiaojiu…”
"I have raised him for thirteen years. He was not by my side during this year. I..."
She choked, as if she was too sad, and couldn't continue.
"I miss Xiaojiu, too." Emperor Zhaowu patted her back to comfort her. "When his leg injury heals, he will come back naturally."
The queen pretended to wipe away her tears.
She had gone to so much trouble to send Rong Ting out of Jinling, and if he came back, her heart would be ruined.
She was afraid that she would feel so nauseous that she would vomit blood, and she suspected that God was against her.
That day will never come.
She comforted herself in her heart.
Emperor Zhaowu originally wanted to mention that he had sent someone to bring Rong Ting back so that he could see with his own eyes how his injuries were recovering.
Seeing her so sad, he suddenly had other plans.
Out of pity for her mother's love, just bring Rong Ting back home and tell her about it to give her a surprise.
…
Riddle stall, three copper coins for each guess.
If the prizes for guessing the riddles correctly were put out for sale directly, Jiang Rao might not be interested, but once they became rewards for guessing the riddles correctly, she found it interesting.
want to.
She exchanged a bag full of copper coins, stopped in front of the riddle stall, and sat down excitedly.
Behind her, Rong Ting's wheelchair was half a step away from her bench. Her shoulders were broad and there were many people behind her. Occasionally, the corners of people's clothes would brush against Rong Ting.
Rong Ting's eyes turned gloomy.
He suppressed his impatience and endured it, separating the little girl who was running excitedly towards the riddle stall from the crowded crowd behind the stall.
Jiang Rao is a veteran at the lantern riddle stall.
Before, every Lantern Festival, she had to guess all the riddles on the stalls before she was willing to go home.
This forced Fourth Master Jiang to set a rule for her that she had to return home before the hour of Xu even during festivals.
This time, Jiang Rao saw the lantern riddle stall at the Spring Festival in Yecheng. She had been itching to try her hand at the lantern riddle stall, so she ran to the stall as soon as she got off the Suzaku Bridge.
She first spent thirty copper coins and drew ten winning tickets, which were of medium difficulty. Just as she was about to open one of them, a gentle and smiling voice came from the candlelight on the opposite side.
"Miss Jiang, we meet again."
Jiang Rao raised her eyes and saw Yang Xiuzhu, but her attention was attracted by the person next to him.
A pretty girl, like Yang Xiuzhu, both had thin eyelids and phoenix eyes. They looked somewhat similar, but her eyes were full of fire, and she looked furious when she looked at her.
Jiang Rao felt a little strange.
The malice that was so blatantly displayed on his face was almost expressed to her directly.
It's obviously the first time we meet.
But the other party did nothing, so she lowered her head and continued to play her own puzzle.
If no one offends you, don't offend others for the time being.
Yang Qian was furious.
Jiang Rao was wearing a mask on her face, so she couldn't see her expression.
Seeing that she didn't take her seriously at all, which was completely different from the noble ladies in Yecheng who surrounded her and praised her, Yang Qianan was ignored for the first time. She was extremely angry and shouted to the boss, "I want ten riddles too."
She looked at the mask on Jiang Rao's face and pursed her lips in displeasure.
So ugly.
The mask is ugly, and maybe the face underneath is also extremely ugly.
The boss recognized Yang Qian'an and said, "Hey, isn't this the talented girl?"
Yang Qian'an raised his chin proudly and snorted in the direction of Jiang Rao.
Yang Xiuzhu frowned and scolded, "Behave yourself."
Looking at her smug look, it seemed as if she really thought she was talented.
Others may not know, but he, as her brother, knows it best. With the little knowledge his sister has, how can she be called a talented woman?
People here call her like this, half for his sake, and half for his father's sake.
It has nothing to do with her.
Yang Qi'an was even more dissatisfied, thinking that his brother's soul had been seduced by the masked man opposite him. He said loudly, "This lantern riddle is not something that everyone can guess."
Jiang Rao: “…”
I want to change stalls.
It hurts my eyes.
She patiently unpacked the ten lots in her hand and handed them to the boss.
After all, she is a veteran, she knows all the tricks and can solve the puzzle quickly.
Rong Ting is in her
Behind him, watching her solve one mystery after another, the expression on her face became proud and complacent.
More alive than when she was alone with him.
very beautiful……
Seeing that Jiang Rao solved the puzzles in her hand one by one slowly, Yang Qian'an's face froze.
She was holding the first riddle in her hand, and had no idea what to do. Seeing that Jiang Rao had already solved it, she became even more anxious.
The more anxious you are, the blanker your mind becomes.
What she said just now was like lifting a stone and hitting herself in the foot.
She was sweating profusely and turned to Yang Xiuzhu next to her for help, "Brother, help me."
Yang Xiuzhu looked at Jiang Rao with astonishment, and ignored Yang Qian'an, saying coldly: "Since you are a talented woman, just solve it yourself."
Yang Qian'an was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. He was so angry that his eyebrows were furious and he shouted at Jiang Rao's back, "It's not that great to only solve the winning number. If you have the ability, solve the most difficult first number!"
Jiang Rao was about to leave, but being provoked again and again by a stranger would make her feel frustrated no matter how good-tempered she was.
She was also spoiled at home, and she was not the type to be bullied. She turned around and said, "Boss, I want the first pick."
But when Jiang Rao got the first signing, she felt a little upset.
Even veterans can fail.
This signature is so difficult.
A hint of embarrassment and awkwardness appeared on her face.
Yang Qian'an keenly noticed the change in her expression, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He felt very happy, and raised the corners of his lips, "What's wrong? It's gone, right?"
At this moment, a pair of hands reached out from behind Jiang Rao and took the note from her hand.
Jiang Rao just turned her head back, and the cold voice behind her sounded at the same time, "Qingcheng's Qing."
The stall owner clapped his hands in praise and looked at Rong Ting, "I've had this lot for a few years and no one has guessed it correctly. You're the first one to guess it. You're amazing."
Yang Qian'an choked up. She was dissatisfied with the result. She slapped the table angrily and said to Jiang Rao, "You didn't guess this yourself. What kind of ability is that!"
But the young man sitting in the wheelchair said calmly, "She taught me."
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