That lame prince stood up and kissed me

A few days later, the Double Ninth Festival arrived.

Respecting the Elderly in Chongyang Festival is actually an activity created by modern people, but for the sake of the plot, there is still a section of respecting the elderly in Chongyang Festival in "The Cripple: The Lame Prince Is So Domineering".

However, this plot was only casually mentioned in the novel. In the novel, Nangongxue didn't want to be treated as an old lady to participate in the Double Ninth Festival to respect the elderly, so she took the opportunity to slip away on the Double Ninth Festival.As soon as the prince realized that she was missing, he started chasing his wife, and the two escaped from the palace together, fell in love and killed each other.

In short, knowing this episode in advance will not have much effect on Jiang Xiaoman. Firstly, Jiang Xiaoman dare not escape, and secondly, there is nothing wrong with being worshiped as a grandfather. Jiang Xiaoman wishes that the prince can respect him as a grandfather. He continued to rant in front of him.

But having said that, Jiang Xiaoman still has a lot of emotion when he sees the relationship between Nangongxue and the prince in the article.

How long is it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the prince has almost won Xiaoxuezi.Although the two still love and kill each other on the surface, Xiaoxuezi has long been interested in the prince, and was completely captured by the prince.

What a woman without willpower!With the lessons learned from Xiaoxuezi, I can't be easily deceived by the smelly lame!Jiang Xiaoman leaned against Rong Ting, thinking bitterly while eating the candied fruit that Rong Ting prepared for him.

"What are you thinking so angrily?" Rong Ting asked with a light smile as he saw Jiang Xiaoman gnashing his teeth.

"Of course I was angry with you." Jiang Xiaoman sat up a little more.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoman and Rong Ting were sitting in the carriage together, and were about to go to the Chongyang Festival to respect the elderly.

Jiang Xiaoman naturally didn't want to ride in the same car with Rong Ting, but Rong Ting was better at performing magic tricks than Jiang Xiaoman, and Jiang Xiaoman appeared in the car in a flash, and he couldn't keep up.

Jiang Xiaoman was so angry that Rong Ting hurriedly took out the prepared candied fruit to coax him.

Although this carriage is one of the first and second most luxurious carriages in this era, it is still not as comfortable as modern cars. Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to accept Rong Ting's tribute at first, but sitting in the carriage made him feel sick, the candied fruit was sour and sweet, It happened to be able to press his stomach, so he ate it too.

Also, the carriage was rickety, Jiang Xiaoman felt that no posture was right, and in the end Rong Ting stood there like a pillow, and he felt comfortable when he leaned on it.

Hey, Xiaoxuezi is really worthless.

While Jiang Xiaoman hated that iron could not be made into steel, he leaned comfortably on Rong Ting's body again, chewing a small candied fruit.

The smelly lame is not good at all, at most it is barely passable as a pillow.

Really.

On the Double Ninth Festival, people need to climb high, plant dogwood, and drink chrysanthemum wine.

That's why this Chongyang respect for the elderly was held in a mountain villa. In previous years, the emperor would send other princes to attend the respect for the elderly as representatives of the royal family. This year Rong Ting recovered, and the responsibility naturally fell on Rong Ting.

Chongyang respected the elderly and found a dozen or so elderly people, all of them were gray-haired and octogenarians, and Jiang Xiaoman seemed out of place among them.However, Jiang Xiaoman is the most popular old man in the whole country this year, the emperor ordered him to come, and he was pushed to the main position.

It was near the end of autumn, and the weather was getting colder. The old people around were already wearing coats, but Jiang Xiaoman was still wearing the Taoist robe, but he didn't feel cold.

Recently, Rong Ting asked Jiang Xiaoman to pour a pot of tonic soup every day, which made Jiang Xiaoman's complexion rosy, whiter and rosier, wrapped in that plain white Taoist robe, really like a little fairy from heaven and earth.

"Brother, this fairy art is really amazing."

"Little brother admires it!"

"It's worth it to see the demeanor of a fairy before the old man dies."

Jiang Xiaoman was really embarrassed to be called big brother by several old grandpas who were so old that they couldn't straighten their backs.

He hurriedly said: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly distributed the special elixir to the old people. This special elixir is made of tea, slightly bitter but sweet, and it tastes like a fairy.

Although Jiang Xiaoman knew that this tea candy would not cure anything at all, but seeing the old people eating happily, he also felt good.

The activity of respecting the elderly started, and as usual, someone came out and said a long series of auspicious words, followed by various singing and dancing performances, which made people beam with joy.

Jiang Xiaoman watched the excitement and was in a good mood. He was thinking about whether Rong Ting would come out to sing a song later, but found that the performance was over.

But Rong Ting came out at this time, Rong Ting was dressed in a fine attire, and there was a group of young people behind him.

Led by Rong Ting, this group of people came to the old man, stood still one by one, and then someone brought out pastries.

"Present the Double Ninth Cake." The master of ceremonies shouted.

Rong Ting took the Double Ninth Cake and brought it to Jiang Xiaoman.

Today's Rong Ting was again in the flamboyant red suit. When he presented the pastry to Jiang Xiaoman, his eyebrows were lowered, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know why he looked at it, but his heart felt hot when he saw it, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the Double Ninth Cake.

"Heh." The prince's smile grew stronger, and Jiang Xiaoman panicked for a moment. Looking around, he realized that the old people ate Chongyang cakes, but they just picked up a small piece and took a sip. in hand.

Jiang Xiaoman wanted to put the Double Ninth Cake back on the plate Rong Ting was holding, but Rong Ting put his hands away and put the plate back.

"You!" Jiang Xiaoman called out in a low voice, but Rong Ting turned a deaf ear.

At this moment, the master of ceremonies shouted again, but Jiang Xiaoman didn't hear clearly, only someone came forward to take away the plates, and then another group of people came out one after another, holding a basin of hot water in their hands.

The servants put hot water and towels in front of the old man, and then retreated one by one.

"Muzu!" the master of ceremonies shouted.

People standing in front of the old man squatted or knelt one after another, picked up hot water to wash the old people's feet.Jiang Xiaoman panicked when he saw it, and when he turned around, he saw that Rong Ting had knelt down on one knee, kneeling in front of him.

"Get up!" Jiang Xiaoman yelled in a low voice, "How can the prince kneel down on me!"

"Why not?" Rong Ting smiled again.

Jiang Xiaoman wanted to say something, but Rong Ting stretched out his finger, making a silent gesture.

There were people sitting on both sides of Jiang Xiaoman, and he didn't dare to show it off, so he could only look at Rong Ting nervously.

Rong Ting stretched out his hand, gently grabbed Jiang Xiaoman's feet, took off his shoes for Jiang Xiaoman, and then untied his socks.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoman's bare feet were caught by Rong Ting.

Mingming often jumps barefoot on Rong Ting's bed, but this time barefoot Jiang Xiaoman's heart beats fast.Rong Ting's movements were extremely light, he gently held his feet, pressed them softly a few times, then wet the towel, picked up the hot towel and wiped Jiang Xiaoman's feet.

The moment the towel touched his feet, Jiang Xiaoman trembled all over, and almost immediately retracted his feet, but Rong Ting held on to his feet, raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly looked away, pulling on the Taoist robe unnaturally.

He felt like he drank too much tonic soup these days, and he shouldn't drink it from now on...

Jiang Xiaoman was busy trying to distract himself, so he looked at the old people beside him.

Only then did he notice that those who were washing the old man's feet should be the descendants of the old man, talking and laughing while washing the old man's feet, it was very lively.Looking back at his own place, he and Rong Ting didn't say a few words, which seemed strange instead.

People around spoke louder, and Rong Ting also spoke at this time.

He grabbed Jiang Xiaoman's slender ankle with one hand, and gently pinched Jiang Xiaoman's toes with the other, and said, "Chongjiu, today is an auspicious day."

"Oh..." Jiang Xiaoman nodded nah.

"Gu suddenly thought of a poem. Although it is not suitable for the occasion, it is quite auspicious. Do the immortals want to hear it?"

"Um……"

"Spring feast, a glass of green wine and singing again. Pay respects to Chen Sanyuan again..." Rong Ting read each word softly in a low voice. When he finished reading, he raised his head, and his black eyes looked directly at Jiang Xiaoman intently. He continued, "I wish my husband a thousand years old, I wish my concubine a long life, and I wish my concubine a long life, and I wish that I will be like Liang Shangyan and see you again every year.

Jiang Xiaoman stared at him blankly, thinking that if he continued like this, sooner or later he would die from his heart beating too fast.

The author has something to say: Disrespect below the neck!

Originally, I wanted to write a relatively important plot, but I ran out of time, let's do it tomorrow!