He was still half-kneeling in front of Jiang Rao, a few centimeters shorter than Jiang Rao who was sitting on the bench in the carriage. He looked up at Jiang Rao, with the base of his other hand stuck in the hollow of Jiang Rao's waist, his five fingers pinching her waist.
Jiang Rao's heart was pounding in her chest, and each of her breaths became shorter. Her face was so white and dazzling in the dim light of the carriage, and her face was flushed, showing that she was completely moved.
Her moist eyes were like the grass on the river bank that had just rained, misty and full of a charm that was both innocent and alluring. She was the only one who was unaware of it. She stared at Rong Ting in a trance, causing Rong Ting's eyes to darken and the force that was pinching her ear tip increased by two points.
Jiang Rao felt a numbness behind her ear and subconsciously wanted to dodge backwards, but her back had long been pressed tightly against the wall of the carriage, and with his hand on her lower back, she had nowhere to go. In order to avoid the itch on her ear, she could only move forward. She twisted her body uneasily and almost bumped into him again. It looked like she wanted to kiss him actively.
The area behind Jiang Rao's ears gradually turned red enough to bleed. She followed his motion of lowering her head shamelessly, lowered her head harshly and hid her face in his shoulder, whispering "Yes".
She herself felt that her voice was long and weak, so she raised her voice a little more for fear that he couldn't hear her.
She is not a flower seller who won't accept nice things given to her by others.
She wanted whatever he gave her.
She was greedy, but honest. She cleared her throat for the third time and said, "Yes."
A soft laugh fell into her ear, as hoarse as a string.
Rong Ting didn't say anything, just smiled faintly.
But Jiang Rao heard his indulgence towards her from his low laughter.
If he hadn't kissed her suddenly, she would have definitely added in a domineering manner that since she had agreed, she couldn't go back on her word.
But her heart was beating too fast at the moment. When she thought that he had seen through her intention to ask for a kiss, she couldn't even raise her head, let alone be domineering.
No wonder he could see it.
The way she closed her eyes just now, anyone could probably tell what she meant.
Why does she always do stupid things to him every day?
The carriage bumped a few times, but Jiang Rao still clung to Rong Ting's clothes, burying her face in his arms. She didn't raise her head until the carriage stopped.
Rong Ting tilted his head and glanced at her.
He couldn't see her face, he could only see her earlobes getting redder and redder.
The earlobe without the earrings is originally white.
Clean, and in the end it looks like a pomegranate in late autumn, red inside and out.
He raised the corner of his lips slightly, slowly loosened the hand that was pinching her earlobe, reached back along her neck to support her head, turned around with her in his arms, and changed seats with her. He sat on the bench, and she could only sit in his arms.
The turmoil made Jiang Rao raise his head and open his eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his face very close to hers, and his long eyelashes seemed to be able to sweep across her face. Jiang Rao's breathing stopped. If she hadn't been bewitched by his face just now, she would not have closed her eyes for some unknown reason.
This time, it definitely won’t happen.
She had just made up her mind when the carriage jolted a little more as it turned a corner. Her body swayed downward while he moved forward, and her lips pressed against his chin.
Although it was just a touch, it made Jiang Rao's shoulders stiffen. She glanced at his cold white cheeks that turned red after she flirted with him, and choked for a moment before saying, "I'm not..."
She was only halfway through her explanation when Rong Ting raised his chin and looked at her, "Did you kiss the wrong place again?"
He chuckled, his voice was light but his smile was full, with a kind of guilt that did not contain much self-reflection, "I didn't teach you well."
He raised his slender jade-like fingers gracefully, pressed his fingertips on the center of his thin lips, and tapped them lightly as if suggesting it.
They were so close that Jiang Rao could even see his Adam's apple moving slightly with his breathing.
His invitation was much more open and aboveboard than hers, but it made her feel uneasy. It would not be right to kiss him, and it would not be right not to kiss him either.
If she kissed him she would seem wanton, and if she didn't... she was just hesitating. He who was waiting there already had a sad look on his face, his brows furrowed in disappointment, and even the fingers pressing on his lips showed a bit of grievance as if he had been ignored.
The carriage stopped outside the inn, helping Jiang Rao to stop the torture.
Jiang Rao got off the carriage in a sweat, feeling a little regretful and a little relieved.
She took a deep breath under her cone hat and walked into the inn pretending to be calm.
Ming Shao got off the carriage behind and watched Jiang Rao walk several steps in the opposite direction of the inn like a headless fly. She caught up with her from a distance and held Jiang Rao with a smile: "Girl, where are you going?"
Jiang Rao was pulled by Ming Shao to turn around, and her sight first swept across Rong Ting getting off the carriage. Unlike her, he naturally wore a cone hat on his head. Although the sky outside was also gloomy, it was better than the small and dark space in the carriage. She saw a faint blush on his face, as if an immortal had entered the mortal world. His skin was originally as cold as snow, and that blush immediately tore his perfectly upright figure to only eight points.
Only she knew how the missing two points were lost.
Jiang Rao lowered her head. Not only did guilt not prevail, but she actually felt... a little pleased.
Lust is a heavy knife. She understood this advice to men more and more every day.
Rong Ting sent Jiang Rao back to the inn and went back to the county government office.
Jiang Rao walked slowly into the inn. Ming Shao followed her and asked curiously, "Have you found out anything about the fire?"
Jiang Rao nodded, and thought about it. There was no need to hide some things from Ming Shao. "I have found out almost everything."
Ming Shao rolled up her sleeves and said, "Did we run into a shady shop? Did the unscrupulous boss recognize the girl's identity and want to kill her for money?"
"It's just the grudge from the past." Jiang Rao noticed someone moving around nearby. Without saying the Queen's name, she tapped Ming Shao's sleeves, signaling her to roll them up. The way she rolled up her sleeves made her look like she was looking for someone to fight to the death, and she was afraid that the maids passing by would be scared.
Yu'er, who stayed in the inn, walked over quickly. When she saw Ming Shao, she was stunned. Jiang Rao smiled and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Yu'er stepped forward and said, "Miss, when you were not around just now, someone came out of nowhere and said he was a relative of the boss who drowned. He came to make trouble and said that the fire had nothing to do with the boss and wanted an explanation."
When Jiang Rao came back, the outside of the inn was quiet and there was no sign of anyone causing trouble.
She turned her head and looked there again.
I didn't notice it at first, but now I looked carefully and saw scratches on the ground in front of the inn.
Yu'er rubbed the back of her hand and complained, "They were stopped by the yamen runners and couldn't come in, so they threw a lot of stones inside. In my opinion, those people might not be relatives of the innkeeper. They kept talking about justice and money, and wanted the young lady to pay. I found someone to clean the yard for a long time before it was cleaned up again. Fortunately, the yamen people were stationed here, so they didn't make a big fuss and ran away. Otherwise, the stones in the yard would not be cleared all day, and someone might get hurt."
Although Jiang Rao was not present, he could roughly imagine how those people had come to cause trouble just now.
She could feel their pain of losing a family member.
But he frowned and said slowly: "The boss is reaping the fruits of his own actions. They shouldn't come to us for justice."
If we really want to be fair, maybe they owe her.
She and her brother, along with their followers, would have almost perished in the fire. If they had not been lucky enough to escape from the fire, would these people have cried and begged for justice for them?
Some people only feel pain when a knife falls on themselves.
Jiang Rao ordered, "Go check. If the drowned boss has any unraised children or parents who have not passed away, secretly find someone to give them some money."
"But remember, you have to find someone to personally deliver it to them. Some of those who came to cause trouble just now were obviously only here for money, so we can't let them take advantage of us. If you really want to give it to them, don't say it was from us."
Yu'er nodded and left with Jiang Rao's instructions. Ming Shao discussed with Jiang Rao, "Miss, although there are people from the government watching here, I think it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time. If the people from the government are negligent, someone might come here to cause trouble. Miss, why don't you find a suitable day and go back to Jinling as soon as possible? Anyway, you have found the person you want to find."
"No hurry." Jiang Rao smiled slowly, "I have already avoided the fire, so why should I be afraid of those relatives?"
She said, "If you're afraid they'll cause trouble, just stay in the inn and don't go out."
She herself was also afraid of these troubles, but when she thought of Rong Ting being here, those fears disappeared.
Just after sending her back to the inn, he went to the county government office again. It was probably because there were things he had not investigated clearly, or he had not been able to interrogate her to get any evidence. He might not be able to leave in the next two days. If she returned to Jinling, she would just stay in the boudoir to wait for her marriage. It would be better for her to stay here, where there are no strict etiquette and restrictions like in Jinling, and they could see each other more often.
A figure holding old clothes flashed in the corridor. Jiang Rao followed the figure and asked Ming Shao, "Is that Huai Qing?"
Ming Shao nodded. Jiang Rao had already seen clearly that the man was Huai Qing. She quickly walked to the corridor and called him, "Huai Qing, what you are holding in your hand is the clothes that your Ninth Prince changed out of?"
She looked at the fabric and pattern of the clothes and asked, "Is this the one that the Ninth Prince wore yesterday?"
"Do you want to take it to the well to wash it?" Jiang Rao asked again after Huai Qing nodded.
After getting a positive answer again, Jiang Rao smiled, blinked, and looked at Huai Qing, "Why don't you give me this dress."
Jiang Rao said sincerely, "I will help His Highness the Ninth Prince clean it up."
Mrs. Zuo said she is a good cook
Embroidery is good, she thought, although she can't do what Mrs. Zuo can do, she can learn some other things.
Although she is different from most girls in the world and does not have outstanding embroidery and cooking skills, she also has her own strengths and abilities.
It's just washing clothes. It's easier to learn than cooking and embroidery.
Jiang Rao looked at Huai Qing with hope in her eyes.
Huai Qing was stunned for a moment, grabbing the clothes, his face became extremely embarrassed.
He was with Rong Ting in the morning and knew everything that happened during the day.
In the alleys of Changqian Street, Rong Ting taught a street thug a lesson. Later, before going to find Jiang Rao, he changed his bloodstained coat and gave it to him to wash - that coat was the one he was holding in his hand at the moment.
If there hadn't been a sudden disturbance outside the inn, and he hadn't been paying attention to the situation outside, which delayed him for some time, he would have asked someone to wash and hang the clothes up long ago. Why would he have brought them to this moment? If he had really given them to Jiang Rao, and she had discovered something...
Huai Qing's face became even uglier.
What he was holding was clearly a hot yam.
A piece of hot yam that must not be thrown away.
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