She thought, they should spend this winter together.
They changed many later.
She finished her words halfway, and the rest of the sentence became weaker and weaker, until it gradually died away.
Rong Ting carried her on his back, paused, and looked back again.
The area behind his ears gradually turned crimson, and his eyes became dim.
He had never felt such emotions towards anyone before. He wanted to protect her carefully, but also wanted to dominate and monopolize her.
Rong Ting stopped for a while, then walked forward again. The night wind by the river was particularly cold. Rong Ting freed one hand, pulled up Jiang Rao's hand that was hanging in the wind, and stuffed it into his own arms, but put down her cone-shaped hat and black veil that had been turned up, blocking her sleeping face.
I want to hide her so that not even the moon can see her.
…
After sending Jiang Rao back to the inn, Rong Ting sent her back to the couch. He had always been good at taking care of himself, so he was naturally good at taking care of others. He took off her shoes and socks and wiped her feet. When he came to her coat, his slender fingers paused, his eyelids drooped, and he averted his gaze as if not looking at her, and continued to unbutton her collar.
His eyelids drooped for only a moment, and he blinked and raised his eyes again.
After that, his eyes never dropped again, and he didn't even blink.
Although the little girl was petite, she had everything she needed, with curves in all the right places. Seeing her like that made his blood boil. He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily, with a look of forbearance on his face. He tortured himself by not looking away. He had only wanted to help her take off her outer shirt and leave her in her undershirt so that she could sleep more comfortably, but he ended up looking embarrassed and sweating all over.
He knew that he couldn't stay here any longer, and just as he was about to get up, he heard a rustling sound on the couch.
Rong Ting stopped and looked back.
When the little girl was first put on the bed, she was lying flat on her back. In the blink of an eye, she turned over and lay face down. She reached out to the air with her arms as if she wanted to hold something. After finding nothing, her delicate eyebrows frowned, as if she was having a tantrum in her dream.
Rong Ting watched her little movements with a dark look in his eyes. He stood there for a long while, and finally locked the door calmly, lifted the quilt, and put his body into her arms.
The little girl curled up in his arms like a cat that had found a nest, and her frown gradually relaxed as she smelled the scent. Her unconscious action disturbed Rong Ting's breathing. He tensed his body and bit his lower lip hard. His veins were bulging and he didn't sleep well the whole night.
It will be only a few hours until daybreak.
A few moments after the rooster crowed, Ming, who had been drugged last night,
Shao propped up her head and asked someone about Jiang Rao's room. As usual, she went to Jiang Rao's room to help her get up. She pushed the door and found it was locked from the inside. She tentatively called out "girl" twice from outside.
Rong Ting covered Jiang Rao's ears, with a smile on his lips, half of his face supported, looking at the person in his arms lazily.
Ming Shao called out twice but no one responded from inside, so she sighed and walked away.
Jiang Rao wanted to turn over in her dream, but was blocked by something. The touch felt different from the wall. She opened her eyes, blinked in confusion, and looked up at the extra figure on the bed. She was frightened and her arm on his waist shrank back, and was held down by his hand that fell down slowly.
He had that refreshing and pleasant medicinal smell on him, and it was not the first time that Jiang Rao saw him with his long hair loose. Perhaps it was because the lazy smile on his face was too seductive that made her heart beat faster this time.
Her face immediately turned red. Her arm was pressed by him and she couldn't move. But she opened her wrist with her fingers and used a little force to lift her hand up. She didn't dare to really put it on his waist. "Why are you here?"
"After I sent you back, I wanted to leave, but you held my waist and wouldn't let me go." Rong Ting used a little force to hold her arm, as if to remind Jiang Rao where her hand was. He raised his long finger and tapped her eyes, half aggrieved and half helpless, he said, "You'll cry if I leave."
He was still wearing his black robe, and his tone was serious. Although he had a smile on his face, it was a shallow smile, serious and helpless, making what he said seem to be true.
Jiang Rao quickly lowered her head and wrapped it in the quilt.
"Do you treat your maid like this on weekdays?"
She listened to his faint laughter through the quilt and was unable to utter a word.
The quilt was full of the smell of his medicine and the fact that his body was so close to her made her face flush. She said why she slept so soundly last night because she was so particular about the bed. It was very powerful to do evil things while sleeping. She shrank her small body and was ashamed to show her face. After a while, the bed moved and someone lifted her quilt. Jiang Rao grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly as if she was holding on to her little face, "Let me stay alone for a while."
Ming Shao's voice came over, "Miss, it's already dawn, the young master is calling you to take him to breakfast, it's time to get up."
Jiang Rao poked her head out, leaving only her eyes exposed, and glanced behind Ming Shao, but didn't see anyone.
She pursed her lips, "Where is His Highness the Ninth Prince?"
"He's gone." Ming Shao was shocked. "Is that man really the Ninth Prince?"
Jiang Rao threw a pillow over.
Besides him, is there anyone else who can take the place? ”
Ming Shao picked up the pillow that had not been thrown far away with a smile, patted it, and handed it back to Jiang Rao, "Your servant thought that the young lady had been thinking about you day and night, so she found someone who looks like the Ninth Prince to ease her longing."
Jiang Rao threw the pillow back into Ming Shao's arms.
Ming Shao took the pillow again and smiled happily. Jiang Rao took a few deep breaths, and the heat on her cheeks dissipated. She said, "Don't tell anyone about the appearance of the Ninth Prince."
Ming Shao had been with Jiang Rao for these years, and she had developed some insight. As usual, she responded to Jiang Rao's words without asking any more questions, "I understand. I will take care of it later and keep other people's mouths shut."
She helped Jiang Rao wash and dress, comb her hair, and when she was about to put the hairpin into Jiang Rao's hair, she smiled and looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror, "In the past six months, you haven't seen any jewelry in those jewelry stores that you like. Now that you have found someone, ask His Highness the Ninth to make a few pieces you like."
Jiang Rao glanced at her and ignored the teasing in her tone.
She pointed to the box of lip balm on the table and asked Ming Shao to put some on her lips. Ming Shao picked up the lip balm, glanced at Jiang Rao, and said teasingly: "It's different to see His Majesty the Ninth Prince. You know to dress up carefully, but you wear a cone hat when you go out, so he can't see it."
Jiang Rao blushed, pursed her lips, and said insincerely: "There's no need to be so complicated. I just want to touch up my lip balm."
After getting dressed, Jiang Rao put on a cone hat and left the inn.
Although she didn't need to go to Huaizhou again, she wanted to stay in Qiliu Town for a few more days.
At least, we need to know who set the fire before leaving.
Jiang Rao had breakfast with Jiang Jinxing in a teahouse in town. Jiang Rao didn't see Rong Ting, so she asked someone and found out that he had gone to the government office. When Jiang Jinxing heard about this, he was eager to go to the government office to investigate the case.
All the followers who were knocked unconscious yesterday have woken up. Jiang Rao could find someone to follow Jiang Jinxing, so she let him go.
She wandered around Qiliu Town by herself.
Although they settled down in the New Inn, the owner of the inn was not a good person. When she came during the day, the owner said that the inn was full. When they came at night, they learned that the inn was on fire but they were fine. He immediately changed his words and said that more than half of the rooms in the inn were empty.
So, she put one thing in another's mind. Although she gave the new innkeeper money, she used the token in Rong Ting's hand to tie him up.
There was something fishy about this boss, and every inn she asked, even all the inns in this town, seemed to have something fishy going on.
Nothing was found when she went to the dock last night, but the darkness obscured everything, so perhaps she didn't see it. When Jiang Rao thought about it, she felt a little itchy, so she called a few maids and guards and planned to go to the dock during the day.
Having been used to living away from home for many years, she did not want to reveal her identity too ostentatiously, especially in Qiliu Town, where people from all over the world gathered and it was a mixed crowd. Her clothes and appearance were far less luxurious than those in Jinling, and she had fewer pearl hairpins on her head. She asked her maids and guards to follow her at a distance, leaving Mingshao alone beside her. She looked like an ordinary lady from a wealthy family.
It was a cloudy day and the light was a little dim everywhere.
Two pairs of sneaky and prying eyes from the roadside fell on Jiang Rao.
Her face was vague due to the cone hat and could not be seen clearly, but her exposed hands were white, slender and smooth, and her elegant figure were enough to attract attention.
What's more, some dirty sights cannot be blocked by wearing a cone hat.
There were two men sitting on the street with pipes in their mouths. They looked at Jiang Rao, blew smoke rings, and said dirty words, "It would be worth dying to sleep with someone like this."
"No, she looks rich, who knows what kind of family background she has. This is something you can't even taste, so just look at her a few more times, remember her well, and play with her a few times in your dreams to satisfy your craving."
"What's the point of just thinking about it? Come on, go over there, block it for me, I'm going to touch it and show you what it means to be truly satisfied."
"Can it be done?"
"This is not the first time I've seen this happen. It's obvious that she's not from here and won't stay long. She only has a maid with her. What can we do even if we catch her?"
Before the whispering had finished, someone grabbed the speaker's hair and pulled it back violently.
The speaker's body was dragged along the ground like a sack until it was dragged to the corner of a dark alley.
The body hit the stone wall with a dull thud. The sound was not caused by the back hitting the wall, but by the face.
The violent blow broke his nose and left his head bleeding. He opened his eyelids, which were covered with hot blood, in horror and turned his head. In his bloodshot vision, he could vaguely see a face of extraordinary appearance. Another "click" sound was heard in the air.
…
Jiang Rao heard a noise and looked back over the crowd.
The alley is deep and dark as night.
Jiang Rao frowned and looked inside but could see nothing. She listened carefully but heard no other sound and continued walking towards the dock.
When we arrived at the dock, we heard passers-by on the street talking about someone being beaten up on Changqian Street.
Changqian Street happened to be where she came from.
The man who beat him disappeared, and the man who was beaten had both his hands broken. He collapsed on the ground howling and a pool of blood was shed.
The two people who were beaten were notorious idle thugs here, and it was a great pleasure for the people to see them beaten.
But they were so weak that they still claimed their innocence. Add to that the blood all over the ground and the miserable looks of the two men, and some people began to fear the person who beat them.
When Jiang Rao heard that the person who was beaten was a well-known ruffian here, he became unusually calm about the fact that he did not even turn back after hearing some noise when he passed Changqian Street just now.
Even if the person who beat you up might not be a good person, at least he has dealt with the evildoer.
The dock is busier during the day than at night. There are old men selling flowers by the river with plum blossoms in their baskets.
Jiang Rao didn't want to buy anything at first, but seeing the pitiful posture of the old woman with hunched back and trembling hands, she bought a whole basket of plum blossoms, held the old woman's hand and asked, "Grandma, why are you trembling all the time?"
"Someone got beaten up on Changqian Street. I saw it all." The old flower seller's arms were shaking slightly. "The blood was really scary. Girl, don't go there."
Jiang Rao nodded, and when she heard Rong Ting calling her by her nickname, she turned around and took a look. When she saw that it was really her, her eyes immediately narrowed.
The old man selling flowers pulled Jiang Rao's hand.
Jiang Rao stopped and turned back to look at the old man. The flower seller's eyes were fixed on Rong Ting. The old man frowned slightly, with a look of inquiry and certainty in his eyes. He said to Jiang Rao, "It seems to be him. He beat people so fiercely."
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