Her feet were lifted up into the air without touching the ground. The sudden height caused her body to lean back uncontrollably, and she was so scared that she quickly raised her hands to hook them around his neck.
In fact, even if she didn't stretch out her hand, she wouldn't fall. His arm was firmly against her back, holding her in place in his arms.
There was snow on her cloak, and when she got close to it, some snowflakes fell into the hem of her clothes, making Jiang Rao shiver from the cold.
She hooked her arms around his neck and saw his eyes clearly.
His eyes and eyebrows were shrouded in the night, his eyelashes drooped down and appeared thick and dense, his brow bones were slightly gathered, his expression was unclear, and his face was reflected by the snow and the moon, appearing very cold.
It was a cold day and his forehead was covered with sweat. His chest was heaving, as if he had exerted a lot of effort to get here.
As soon as she saw his face clearly, she already knew who he was.
There was a familiar, clear medicinal smell on his body.
She opened her mouth, but before she could utter the number "nine", she felt a sense of relief behind her waist, and the force that had been restraining her waist disappeared. He tightened his hand holding the horse's reins and pulled the horse in front of him. He held her waist and lifted her onto the horse's back.
He then mounted his horse, unbuttoned his cloak, and wrapped the shivering girl tightly around it.
Jiang Rao's vision was blocked by her dress. She sat back with her forehead resting on his chest.
The north wind was blowing wildly with snowflakes. Her body had become numb after walking all the way. She didn't feel cold at first, but when she was wrapped in his warm cloak with a smell of medicine, she realized that her body was incredibly cold.
I was cold from the inside out, having walked in the snow for nearly three hours. I was so cold that I could hardly breathe. Suddenly I felt the warmth in his arms, which was like a piece of wet wood being thrown into the fire. Instead of being warmed, the coldness was transferred to me, and my upper and lower teeth chattered.
Jiang Rao stepped back subconsciously, and her head was pressed tighter. Even though she was cold, the chill gradually dissipated under the protection of his chest.
Through the cloak, the sound of the wind outside sounded quieter, and the footsteps of people on the street and the sound of falling snow seemed to disappear in her ears. She seemed to hear a soft voice of "you're late" falling on her head, and it took her a while to realize that there was an "I" in front of the sentence.
——I’m late.
Jiang Rao's mind was in a daze. She didn't know why, but the tears that had been pent up in her eyes for the whole day suddenly felt like flowing down.
Rong Ting's movements were so fast that even though the passers-by around them heard the movement of the horses and stopped to look at them, they could not even see their faces clearly.
Only a white horse with a red mane could gallop away towards the west.
The open window on the second floor of the inn was slammed shut by someone in a rage, and the threshold was almost shattered.
The dark clouds blocked the view and then moved away, revealing a bright full moon in the sky, hanging high above all things.
Pedestrians were changing their homes one after another, and Jiang Rao peeked out.
A peddler was packing up his goods and walking westward on the street. He was walking forward steadily with a bamboo pole on his shoulder. Suddenly, a little boy with a pigtail hairpin appeared under the lid of a basket on the left. The boy raised his mouth and shouted something.
Judging from the lip shape, it sounded like he was calling "daddy".
Jiang Rao was overwhelmed with grief and quickly turned her eyes away.
Gradually, there were no more people on the road. In Jinling City, only the night watchmen were walking on the snow-covered road.
…
At three o'clock in the first watch, the evening drum stopped beating. When the red-maned white horse first appeared on the dirt road, Huai Qing took a look with a lantern and did not think much about it.
When he took back the lantern, he suddenly realized that the cloak worn by the horseman was exactly the same as the one that the Ninth Prince wore this morning. He raised the lantern again in astonishment.
The horse was neighing as it stopped on the bluestone road in front of the mansion. Rong Ting tightened the reins and stopped the horse.
He took off his cloak and covered the little girl on the white horse with it, wrapped her up completely, and carried her sideways into the mansion.
I had to take a medicated bath last night, and in the morning I was in a wheelchair and needed a magpie to accompany me to travel. When I came back in the evening, my leg injury was healed? Can you all ride horses?
He thought that Wu Que and he had not returned so late today, something must have happened...
Huai Qing was so frightened that he nearly dropped the lantern in his hand. When he saw that Rong Ting was holding someone else in his arms, the lantern in his hand finally rolled to the ground.
Not only can he ride a horse, but he can also rob people like a bandit?
He looked at the two women's blue satin shoes with red lotus embroidered on them that were exposed from the cloak. He could only tell that the fabric on the uppers was not ordinary, and that the girl was not from an ordinary family. He was just guessing whether it was Jiang Rao when the person who was walking in stopped, looked back at him, and said in a cold voice, "Find someone to settle the horses and prepare some hot water for delivery."
Huai Qing lowered his head and picked up the lantern.
Rong Ting's eyes just now contained a bit of viciousness that he would not easily reveal in front of others, and it was extremely aggressive.
Huai Qing held the lantern and took the reins of the white horse, then glanced in the direction of Rong Ting.
He was about to walk past the screen wall, his shadow cast on the wall was stretched out long by the moonlight. He looked down at the person in his arms with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
He usually curls up in a wheelchair, looking frail and sick.
The man still looked a little thin after taking off his cloak, but he was unexpectedly tall and straight.
Every time Huai Qing looked at him, he felt very strange. He stopped the other servants who were trying to find out something and said viciously, "Don't tell anyone about the Ninth Prince's ability to stand up before he gives his permission."
Not only him, Jiang Rao also felt strange.
The bumpy ride she had was like a dream.
After walking around the screen wall, she suddenly woke up from a dream and shouted, "Your legs...put me down!"
Rong Ting continued to walk forward, as if he hadn't heard anything. Not only did he not stop, but he walked even faster than before. When she started to flutter and make a fuss, he directly carried her on his shoulders, strode into the Beishen Courtyard, held her in his arms and put her on the couch in his bedroom.
He developed a habit since childhood and was afraid to fall asleep at night. Even in the deep winter, there was only a thin quilt on the couch, and the bed board was uncomfortable. He let his cloak rest under her hips before loosening his arms around her and slowly opening the cloak.
Eyes met.
Rong Ting half-knelt in front of the couch and looked up at her.
He searched all over Jinling City before he found her at the end of Qingyin Lane. She was walking in the snow, and her back looked thin, helpless, and powerless, as if she was about to kneel down on the ground in the next step.
Thinking of that scene again, the murderous rage in his heart rose up again, but he hid it well for fear of scaring her.
He saw her eyes lowered to look at his legs, and was about to explain his leg injury when Jiang Rao got off the couch and walked out. She hadn't taken two steps when her waist tightened and she was carried back to the couch.
She didn't shed a single tear but her eyes were already red, like a frightened bird, and the end of her words were trembling.
"Let me go." Her fingertips pulled his sleeves, as if she didn't want him to leave.
Rong Ting moved closer to her and looked at her quietly.
He could tell that she was in a bad mood, as if she was sick, but worse than being sick. Her eyes seemed to be hollowed out, without any light at all. She looked soulless and numb. He asked in a low voice, "What are you afraid of?"
Jiang Rao bit her lip and lowered her head to look at his hand that was holding her ankle.
She actually didn't want him to leave, but what could she do if she stayed with him?
The disaster came too early, even worse than in her dream. In the dream, it was just exile, but this time it was a capital crime. When the appraisal of the painting comes out, if her father is really labeled as a remnant of a criminal gang, won't he be implicated as well?
The foundation is still weak, how can we survive
Can you bear this kind of shock?
"I want to go home." Jiang Rao thought about it and said stubbornly, "I want to go back."
Rong Ting did not answer her, he just looked at her, his eyes seemed to have something to say.
When he went to look for her, the first place he looked for was Wuyi Lane. Fourth Master Jiang had been brought back to the Censorate at that time. Two layers of yamen runners had surrounded Wuyi Lane, making it impossible for anyone to get out. Many temporary workers in the Ning'an Marquis's mansion were in a panic and packed their bags to escape, but were stopped by the yamen runners.
Jiang Qinshi was not at home either. If she went back now, not only would she be left unattended, but she would also be unable to escape.
"The curfew has come, you can't go out." He thought about it and decided not to tell her the truth, and coaxed her, "Besides, the Fourth Master knows that you are here with me. If I meet him, he will be fine."
"I'm afraid of getting you into trouble." Jiang Rao's voice was hoarse with a nasal tone at the end of her voice. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. She shrank back, afraid to bring the trouble she had done to him.
"I know everything about your father."
Jiang Rao looked up at him with trembling eyes. She was afraid that he would ask her at this moment whether the painting was really drawn by her father.
"I don't care whether it's true or false. If it's false, I'll get to the bottom of it. If it's true... then I'll find a way to make it false." Rong Ting's eyes were sincere and beautiful. His voice was gentle, but his fingers holding her ankles were firm. "I won't let anything happen to your family."
His fingertips were cool, and the pain in her sprained ankle suddenly became more obvious. Jiang Rao's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but retract her foot.
After hearing his words, she suddenly felt at peace, but this peace was accompanied by a kind of self-deception that could not be ignored.
She really couldn't believe that he could really do it now.
"I'm not afraid, so why are you afraid?" Rong Ting glanced at her, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he pulled her foot back, rubbing the wound on her ankle with moderate force, "You have already promised to marry me, so you can only marry me. Even if you feel that you will be a burden to me now, or even if you feel that I will be a burden to you someday, you have promised me, and you can't change your promise."
His voice was low and his eyes were gentle, but the meaning of his words was very arrogant, "You can't just throw me away if you want to."
The streets were filled with people talking about her family's good and bad deeds.
But whether she is good or bad, she is his.
His mother died on the day he was born, leaving him only a cold jade talisman, but he could not feel the slightest attachment to it when wearing it, he only carried it with him because it was valuable. He did not understand why her feelings for her parents and her brother were so deep, but love for someone extends to everyone in the house, and hatred for everyone in the house extends to everyone in the house. He could learn to understand, even if he could never understand it.
Jiang Rao didn't say anything. She lowered her head, feeling a little bitter in her heart.
This day was long and torturous. The moment of peace and tranquility with him seemed as illusory as a dream, but her throat was dry and she didn't even have the strength to speak.
Rong Ting comforted her, then got up and went outside. Jiang Rao followed him closely and got off the bed. She was afraid that he would stop her, so she waited until he left before leaving. She staggered into the yard, looked left and right, but couldn't find him.
She followed the lines of footprints on the snow and suddenly remembered something she had just noticed but had completely forgotten to ask about.
How come his leg injury suddenly healed?
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