Through a layer of mist, Jiang Rao could clearly see that the person approaching was Rong Ting.
It turns out it wasn’t Ming Shao.
As they had already slept on the same bed and had slept together before, Jiang Rao was very relaxed and frank. In addition, she was wearing a white undershirt and was underwater, so there was nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of. She kept her eyes open and watched Rong Ting's movements quietly.
He placed a small table on the edge, with wine cups and plums on it. Her sight was gradually drawn to it, but the fog made it hard to see clearly. She could swim, so she swam twice under the water and got closer to the table. Her head emerged from the water, her sight glued to the plums, she raised her chin and asked, "Didn't you forbid me to drink?"
"It's not the jar just now."
Rong Ting slowly turned his gaze towards her. His eyes were soft and smiling. The movement of placing tea cups on the small table made Jiang Rao feel familiar.
She tilted her head in a panic, feeling that he was... like a maid serving her.
She was wearing a white dress. Although she didn't reveal anything, the dress looked transparent after being wetted by the water. One could vaguely see the color of her skin, which was as white as clouds and moist with the color of pearls.
Rong Ting looked at her, his gaze softened by the mist, and others could not see the desire in his eyes at all.
He sat on the edge of the pool and handed plums and wine to the little girl who was bathing in the pool. His movements were very careful to follow the rules and he didn't touch her fingertips when handing them over.
There was mist floating around the hot spring pool, and the walls and the rockery in the middle of the pool were covered with a layer of water vapor, like a fairyland. The pool was not shallow, but Jiang Rao was a good swimmer and could move freely even without supporting her hands on the edge of the pool. She took the wine and plums that Rong Ting gave her, then reached out and took the initiative to scoop up the wine and plums on the small table.
It turned out that he came to bring her some wine and plums.
Then she wouldn't have to argue with him about him not letting her drink just now.
Jiang Rao was generous and bit a few plums soaked in wine. Her teeth ached after eating them. She ate a few more and stopped eating. Her appetite was satisfied. She lay on the edge of the pool, and her limbs felt relaxed. She looked up and saw Rong Tinghuan did not leave and just stayed with her. She held the last plum pit in her mouth, feeling sorry for his dull nature and not knowing how to have fun. She swam to his side and asked him, "Would you like to take a dip in the hot spring pool later?"
Rong Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, neither nodded nor shook his head. His eyes were always fixed on her, his gaze focused.
The little girl's face was as red as if she was ripe, a natural and clear red.
She is much more beautiful and charming than when she put on rouge.
He suddenly laughed, and his deep voice bypassed the mist and reached Jiang Rao's ears.
"Why did Nian Nian care about Lord Shu's daughter before?"
Jiang Rao didn't know why he mentioned Lord Shu's daughter at this time, but as he spoke, she remembered the scene that day when Lord Shu's daughter stood in front of Rong Ting. The girl's eyes were full of admiration. She thought at that time that the person in Miss Shu's eyes was him...
"I'm afraid she'll marry you."
She already knew about Miss Shu's affairs, and it was all a misunderstanding on her part. However, in the future, someone else might try to marry his daughter to him, and she felt a little depressed when she thought about this.
That won't work. That's not right.
Rong Ting only said one sentence, but it brought out the domineering nature in her.
When she was sober, her mind was clear. Favor was favor, and love was love. It was not that she helped him and then showed her love, so he must repay her love. She thought so generously at that time. When she was really confused and even a little drunk, she didn't talk about being generous at all. She stretched out her wet arm from the water, leaned over and poked him lightly with her fingertips, "I'm the one who helped you."
"The person who is going to marry you is me." Her eyelashes were already wet with mist, and the corners of her eyes were pink due to the steaming heat, making them look red. He himself said that he was hers, so why did he mention Lord Shu's daughter instead? "You can only be mine." She said, her voice a little anxious and even tearful.
Rong Ting was stunned for a moment, then bent down and carried her out of the water. He wrapped her wet body with his coat and held her in his arms.
He wanted to force her to speak some truth.
I just didn't expect her emotions to be so aroused.
He immediately gave in and didn't want to get any more words from her. He knew exactly how she felt about him, when she felt guilty and wanted to compensate him, and when she began to have love for him. He had just seen too much of the cunning and fickleness of human nature, and was afraid that she would change in the future.
His fingers were always as warm and cool as jade, gently patting Jiang Rao's back.
Jiang Rao's words did not contain much temper, just a little bit of her bad temper. He went along with her, but her temper did not subside, but instead increased a little. She hummed softly, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.
She drank the wine, ate the plums soaked in the wine, and then took a bath in the soup. Her body felt soft as if she had no bones, and her mind had mostly flown away. She was already half asleep. Instinctively, she stretched out her hand and put it in his palm, wanting him to hold her hand, as if she was willing to be close to him.
Rong Ting's fingers froze, then closed. He had originally wanted to seduce her into doing something, but when he really saw her in front of him, he just wanted to go along with her in everything.
Changing it would be really fatal.
He knew the Thirty-Six Stratagems by heart, but all the strategies changed when it came to her. Instead of conquering a city, he was the first to lose one.
He waited until the little girl in his arms' breathing became regular, then stood up, carried her to the stone couch, and stood aside without making any movement. At this moment, he was truly restraining himself and observing etiquette.
There was a warm quilt on the stone couch. Although Jiang Rao was familiar with her bed, she slept soundly because of the familiar and reassuring medicinal fragrance. She even had a short dream.
In the dream, it was a cold night, snowflakes were fluttering down, white snowflakes were hanging all over the eaves and treetops, a man in a crane cloak was sitting in a wheelchair, holding something in his hand, the back of his hand was full of blue veins, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Jiang Rao's heart felt like someone was squeezing it. When she was propped up and fed the hangover soup, she opened her eyes suddenly and looked at Rong Ting who was feeding her the hangover soup with a spoon. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Rong Ting's body froze, and the hand holding the spoon shook, causing most of the hangover soup in the spoon to spill, soaking the warm quilt on the stone couch.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Jiang Rao's voice was a little low when she spoke, with palpitations and fear, she whispered: "I had a nightmare."
"What dream?"
"I dreamed that your leg injury would not heal."
Jiang Rao spoke in a low voice, sounding somewhat sad, but Rong Ting smiled faintly.
No matter how miserable his life was, others would at most just sympathize with him. She was the only one who would regard his leg not being healed as a nightmare.
He took her hand and placed it on his lap, "It's just a nightmare."
There were two long scars on his legs, covered by cloth, and there was no sign that he had ever been seriously injured.
Jiang Rao pursed her lips and changed it. Her dreams would no longer be related to what would happen in the future.
She didn't want to see him become the person in her dreams at all.
She moved her head and rested it on his chest, listening quietly to his heartbeat, and suddenly realized where she was.
The hot spring had been brightly lit all night, but now there was only one lamp left, burning quietly in the southwest corner of the house. Jiang Rao sobered up from the alcohol and her mind gradually became clear. She remembered where she was, and the memories of bathing in the hot spring came back to her.
She also recalled what he had said at that time.
Jiang Rao's heart tightened, and she suddenly raised a hand to cover her face, feeling extremely ashamed. He brought her wine and plums while she was bathing in the hot spring, and she actually, actually...
He just mentioned Lord Shu's daughter, and she made such a fuss...
She turned over and didn't dare to look at the person she had bullied. Behind her, Rong Ting turned her over so that her face was facing him again. She was so delicate and small, lying in his arms, and he had to look down to see her.
Although he was looking down at her, his eyes were clear and innocent. "What did I do wrong again?"
Jiang Rao shook her head violently, and after a long pause, she finally admitted her ferocity. "Those words just now..."
She was about to say that she was drunk, but suddenly stopped.
She knew very well in her heart that everything she said under the influence of alcohol was true.
I'm just too embarrassed to say it out loud when I'm sober.
"Although I said it when I was drunk, you can take it seriously."
She said shamelessly.
Her slender fingers stretched out, somewhat uncomfortably, and she grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, but she didn't know where she grabbed.
Rong Ting smiled and raised his hand to hold Jiang Rao's hand that was holding his shirt. His fingers inserted into her fingers with a teasing look, "What words?"
"You are the one who helped me, and the only one who can marry me is you."
"I'm yours alone."
He repeated it word by word in a slow voice, which made Jiang Rao so embarrassed that she nodded slightly, and her fingers couldn't help but retract. She hid back and slowly stood up. He pressed Jiang Rao's hand with his palm and moved it upwards to the collar of his clothes. He pressed her fingers on the collar of his clothes, and then pressed her fingers down a little.
But at this time he stopped, leaning close to Jiang Rao's ear, whispering something before pressing Jiang Rao's fingers down, "But I can't seem to count the people of Nian Nian at this moment, huh?"
His voice was low and inviting, which made Jiang Rao's heart tremble and feel numb. She had never seen such a scene before, and she looked at Rong Ting with eyes wide open.
After he finished speaking, he leaned up slightly, his black hair flowing behind him.
There was only one dim lamp on in the room, and its dim light passed through the entire steamy hot spring pool and hit his face. His red lips, black hair, and a slight smile on his thin lips seemed like bait. His eyes were fixed on her and did not move, as if he was tempting her to agree to something. Jiang Rao bit her lip, and her fingers slid down along the path he had just hinted at, and opened his clothes.
#There is a car here#
#But the car stopped at the Jinjiang toll area on the way to Akina Mountain and couldn't go any further#
…
The hot spring pool was originally full of water vapor and mist, which made Jiang Rao feel hot. During that time, she was covered in sweat and tears in her eyes, and it seemed that water would come out wherever she pinched.
When Jiang Rao was humming with tears in her eyes, she wanted to cover her ears when she heard her own voice.
The hot spring water is in the pool, which makes it easy to clean.
But Jiang Rao was already dazed and didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
When Jiang Rao woke up the next day, her body ached.
She moved her body and tried to get up, but her waist ached. Not only did she not have the strength to lift herself up, but it was so painful that Jiang Rao let out a hiss and frowned.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw that the man in front of her was sleeping soundly. She didn't know where the anger and confusion came from in her heart.
Originally, as she listened to what the nanny told her, she thought that even if she could do this thing between men and women with him, he would become weak in the end.
How could it be that she was so tired that she lost her life first, and wilted like grass that had not seen the sun for more than ten days.
Even though she had no experience, she gradually realized that everything the nanny who taught her before marriage said was wrong.
She no longer had to worry about whether his body had recovered or not.
This bastard who can torture people is better than her even if he hasn't recovered yet.
She pursed her lips, hesitated, and rubbed her waist with her hand. It didn't hurt that much, but she was very tired.
It took her a lot of effort to sit up, and after she stood up, she found that Rong Ting was also awake.
She didn't know when he woke up, but when she noticed him, his eyes were always on her.
The gaze is quiet and obedient.
There was no trace of the disobedient and troublesome look he had at night.
Jiang Rao felt a little aggrieved. When she thought that he was the one who made her suffer, she had the urge to throw the pillow under her head and hit him in the face.
But looking at his beautiful and flawless face, she was reluctant to throw the pillow.
If this face was damaged, she would feel sad more than anyone else.
What's more, she was the one who undressed him first last night.
He just asked, and she went along with it.
Jiang Rao felt a little regretful. If she had known that she would be so tired at this moment, she would not have been tempted by the man's beauty and should not have been impulsive.
Her waist suddenly felt tight, and she looked down, seeing Rong Ting stretching out his long arms, trying to hold her in his arms. She thought of how he looked at night and wanted to dodge, but her body was sore and weak that she had no time to dodge, and instead he succeeded in holding her in his arms.
He put his arms around her waist and hugged her, then moved his head closer and rested it on the waist of the little girl who now belonged to him completely, and closed his eyes as if he was resting.
Jiang Rao had never seen him look so comfortable and relaxed before, and the curve on his thin lips seemed like it would never fall.
She wanted to say something, and when she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse. After saying the word "you", the words on her lips stopped. She raised her hand to press her throat, but her arm was only raised halfway in the air when Rong Ting grabbed it back and held it in his hand.
He rubbed Jiang Rao's waist with some satisfaction and dissatisfaction. When he looked up at Jiang Rao, he didn't look crazy at night at all. He was obedient and innocent. He sighed and said to Jiang Rao, "I give you my innocence."
Jiang Rao: “…”
His sigh inexplicably made her feel that he was regretting it?
Instead, hint that she should take responsibility?
She lowered her eyes to look at the way he was rubbing against her, and felt that it was the latter. She was completely helpless about what to do with him for the moment. Being held by him like this, she suddenly remembered something that had been confusing her since last night.
"Why are you..."
She cleared her throat, hesitated for a few times, and finally asked, "Why are you so...good at..."
It was such an embarrassing question that she couldn't continue speaking halfway through.
What she knew was all taught by Mammy, and it was all theoretical knowledge, but he was much better than her.
But if she said he had any experience elsewhere, she wouldn't believe that he was annoyed by being touched by others and didn't even want a servant to serve him closely.
Rong Ting smiled suddenly, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he tilted his head to look up at her, "Niannian, are you praising me for being awesome?"
Jiang Rao couldn't bear it any longer and finally threw the pillow on his face.
Rong Ting dodged with a faint smile, and took the angry little girl into his arms again. When he saw her smile, his eyes and eyebrows were full of affection. "During the war, some people in the military camp always like to say some dirty words."
Jiang Rao's brows suddenly tightened when she heard this, "Did you follow them to an unclean place?"
"No." Rong Ting's ears blushed a little. He pressed her head with his long fingers and pulled her into his arms. "Just... think about it."
"What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Rao regretted her question soon after she asked it, because Rong Ting suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered two words to her in a low voice, "With you."
Huaizhou
The environment was tough, and there were indeed people who wanted to drag him to places of pleasure to have fun. Xi Zimo even wanted to send women to his account.
He did not touch the woman sent by Xi Zimo, but just listened to what some outspoken people in the military camp said, and gradually learned some things.
Jiang Rao's ears felt like they were on fire. She wanted to hide outside his arms, moving restlessly. Rong Ting's breathing became heavier. He sighed again, somewhat weak and pitiful, "Niannian, please have pity on me, okay?"
He held her hand, and it didn't seem like he was using much strength, but in fact he didn't give her any chance to escape.
Jiang Rao once again understood how unreliable the words of the nanny from the palace that her aunt had found for her were.
She shouldn't have been so obsessed as to take off his clothes.
…
Splendid Palace.
The long-term confinement made Empress Jiahe's face gradually depressed and ugly. At first, she was thinking that Emperor Zhaowu would be reluctant to come to see her and dress up. But as time went by, she waited but there was no sign of Emperor Zhaowu, and she gradually gave up.
Originally, she had deceived others, acting gentle and virtuous and gaining praise from others. But now, she had been deceived by Emperor Zhaowu. When Empress Jiahe thought about how she had really indulged in the false tenderness given by Emperor Zhaowu, she felt very upset.
He hated himself, and he hated Emperor Zhaowu even more.
The seventeenth prince secretly went in through the back door of Jinxiu Palace to see her. Seeing Empress Jiahe leaning on the table with a pale face and eyes closed, like a dead person, his face was full of heartache and pity, and he gently called out, "Mother."
Empress Jiahe slowly raised her eyes and saw that it was the Seventeenth Prince. She immediately coughed and grabbed the Seventeenth Prince's hand to confirm, "Is the Phoenix Seal really in Qin Yun's hands now?"
The seventeenth prince nodded slowly.
Empress Jiahe looked as pale as death.
She had heard this news a long time ago from the palace maids who were serving in Jinxiu Palace, but she didn't want to believe it.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Most of the palace servants who originally served in the Jinxiu Palace have left. The only ones left are the loyal servants and some people who are unwanted by other palaces and cannot leave. Their attitude is no longer as respectful as before.
Empress Jiahe knew very well that they were all watching to see what her final fate would be. Once she completely lost power and fell from power, these lowly servants would dare to come up to her and ridicule her.
She shuddered when she thought of that scene, shook her head desperately, grabbed the Seventeenth Prince's arm, and said, "Yuan'er, you must find a way to prevent your grandfather from getting into trouble."
The Seventeenth Prince's face darkened, and he whispered, "The Dali Temple has already sent people to Youzhou."
He clenched his fists, somewhat annoyed, "But my grandfather is not the only one who trains assassins in the capital! Why is the emperor only targeting my grandfather?"
The queen looked out and saw that no one was eavesdropping, so she said to the seventeenth prince, "Since you know who has assassins, you know their weakness."
"If you know a person's weakness, you can control him."
Queen Jiahe spoke in a cold tone. The Seventeenth Prince understood what she meant and nodded, saying, "Those people can only stand on our side and be used by me."
When Queen Jiahe saw that he understood what she meant, a hint of relief finally appeared in her eyes.
Even if the Phoenix Seal was taken away from her, as long as she was alive and her son could fight for her, she would be the most respected woman in Dazhao.
The seventeenth prince suddenly called out, "Mother."
Empress Jiahe looked at him, and the Seventeenth Prince mustered up his courage and said, "My father has been unwell recently. I want to go see him, but I'm afraid that my mother will be disappointed..."
Empress Jiahe's eyes softened immediately. She hated Emperor Zhaowu in her heart, but she had a gentle smile on her face. "Even if His Majesty punishes me, Yuan'er, don't be sad for your mother and blame your father."
She straightened her messy hair. The arrival of the Seventeenth Prince made her face glow with life. Thinking of the glory and pride when the Seventeenth Prince ascended the throne and honored her as the Queen Mother, she even smiled faintly. "If your father is seriously ill, you should take care of him by his bedside overnight. You must make your father feel that you are the purest and most filial among the princes. Especially don't let your ninth brother get the upper hand."
When she mentioned Rong Ting, she still felt hatred in her heart.
If she hadn't been caught off guard and fallen into his trap, how could she have ended up in her current situation? My father wouldn't be so flustered and be pressed by him step by step.
It's really hateful.
There was a hint of certainty in her eyes, "You are the one who grew up in front of your father. He will love you more."
As for Rong Ting, from the time he was born until the year his legs were injured, he had hardly ever seen Emperor Zhaowu. How could he compare with her Yuan'er?
…
After leaving Jinxiu Palace, the seventeenth prince went to Emperor Zhaowu's palace as Empress Jiahe had instructed.
When he arrived outside the palace, he was stopped by Li Ren before he could report anything.
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