That lame prince stood up and kissed me

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiaoman had already lived outside for seven days.

That day, in addition to the rent, he also gave the widow a sum of money and asked her to prepare meals.Therefore, Xiao Yuan would come in with meals every time it was time for meals.

Jiang Xiaoman knew very well that the money he brought out would only decrease but not increase, so he had very low requirements for food, almost whatever the widow's family ate, he would eat, without asking for anything extra.

That's why he eats only a bowl of porridge or steamed buns, plus some side dishes.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't dare to admit that he wasn't used to living in the imperial palace with rich clothes and fine food before.

However, it was Rong Ting who he thought about the most when he was eating. He still remembered that when he first entered Changle Palace, Rong Ting ate only two dishes for each meal, and he ate very frugally. more and more.

Now that he is gone, I don't know if Rong Ting will still have a good meal.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't lift his spirits up in disgust.

Jiang Xiaoman is locked in the room on weekdays, trying his best to write down all the knowledge points he still remembers, and prepares to entrust someone to Rong Ting when he has a chance in the future.

Sometimes when he was tired of writing, he went to the yard to help with some work.

"Sister, let me chop wood."

It's already winter, and firewood needs to be cut for the winter, and most of the firewood for this family is collected by Xiaoyuan in the nearby mountains, and it needs to be chopped into appropriate sizes.

Jiang Xiaoman saw the widow working hard chopping firewood alone, so he wanted to help.

When the widow saw Jiang Xiaoman picking up the axe, she almost died of fright.She saw Jiang Xiaoman's delicate skin and tender flesh, like a pampered young man, and she was afraid that Jiang Xiaoman just wanted to play for fun, and if he was not careful later, he would cut off his hands.

"Young master, how can I let you come here! Put it down quickly, your hands are the hands of a scholar, how can you do such rough work!"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Xiaoman had already picked up the ax and struck it down.

That chop was precise and precise, and she was quiet all at once.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't stop, chopping firewood and saying, "I'm not a scholar."

He used to live in the mountains, and his grandparents still used firewood for cooking, so chopping firewood was his daily routine, which was nothing to him.

The widow couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that he was doing well, but she was still a little embarrassed, and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work, just cut off two yuan, and keep the rest until Xiaoyuan comes back."

Jiang Xiaoman smiled and said nothing, the widow saw that Jiang Xiaoman was born in a gentle manner and got along with him very kindly these days, so she couldn't help but feel good about the young man.She said: "Is the young master married?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoman shook his hand, and the ax fell crookedly.

"If the young master is not married yet," the widow covered her mouth and laughed, "I have a cousin who is twenty-eight years old, and she is very young."

"This...isn't it good!" Jiang Xiaoman blushed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he was shy, the widow continued, "My cousin is quick and quick, but she is diligent! Arrange for you to meet?"

Jiang Xiaoman was extremely embarrassed, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only say: "I'm going back to my room to study!"

After finishing speaking, he let go of the ax and went back to the house in a hurry.Seeing how young he was, the widow found him even more cute.

Jiang Xiaoman's face was still red when he went back to the house. He sat on the bed and thought to himself what kind of fate he is. Wherever he goes, there are people who want to match him. In this case, this is his cousin, but in the palace, it is Rong Ting ...Rong Ting, Rong Ting... I don't know if Rong Ting is healthy or not.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed heavily.

Jiang Xiaoman is locked in the room every day, except for writing those knowledge, there is nothing else to do.

He thought that as the days passed, his heart would become more and more peaceful, but he found that he was getting more and more impetuous every day, especially when he thought of Rong Ting.

This day, he was so annoyed that he couldn't write anything. He couldn't sit still, so he simply opened the door and went out, sitting in the small courtyard in a daze.

This is the first winter he has experienced in this world, today's temperature is lower than yesterday, the wind blowing on his face is icy cold, even though the sun has not set yet, the sunlight can't bring any warmth.

He grabbed Rong Ting's handkerchief, subconsciously went to smell the handkerchief again.The scent of incense on the handkerchief became weaker and weaker, and the smell belonging to Rong Ting was almost gone.

Thinking of this, he felt sad for some reason.

"Which girl are you missing, Master?" The widow's voice suddenly appeared, Jiang Xiaoman was startled, and when he turned around, he saw the widow sitting in the corner of the yard picking vegetables.

"Sis, when did you come?"

"I've been here for a long time." The widow smiled, "You're so focused that you didn't notice me."

Jiang Xiaoman smiled awkwardly, and the widow asked, "Miss your favorite girl?"

Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback, "What?"

"Don't lie to me, sister, I understand." The widow pointed to the handkerchief in Jiang Xiaoman's hand, "Whose girl gave you that handkerchief?"

"No." Jiang Xiaoman hastily denied.

"Isn't it? I saw you holding that handkerchief and sighing, with a lovesick expression on your face." The widow didn't wait for Jiang Xiaoman to reply, and said, "No wonder I wanted to kiss you last time and you didn't agree. .”

"If you like it, go back and see her."

"I don't like him!"

"I just like it."

"do not like!"

"Then what are you doing with someone else's handkerchief all day?"

"Just hold it and play!"

Jiang Xiaoman's face was flushed and his head was hot. He hurriedly put the handkerchief in his arms, stood up hastily, and whispered: "I'm going out for a walk."

After speaking, he opened the door and went out, fleeing in despair.

Since moving here, Jiang Xiaoman has never left this small courtyard again, and this is the first time he has walked on the street.

It was already evening, and it was colder outside than before, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help shivering because he didn't wear much.However, he didn't want to go back, so he could only hide his hands in his arms and walk blindly.

He didn't dare to look up, because he was afraid that his arrest warrants had been posted all over the street, and he would be recognized at a glance.

However, after walking for a while, he saw that the streets were bustling as usual without any change, nor did he imagine that the streets and alleys were plastered with his portraits, so he felt relieved and wondered why the government didn't come to arrest him.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt that the shops on the street were a bit familiar. After thinking about it, it turned out that he had walked to the place where Rong Ting took him to shop during the Mid-Autumn Festival that day.

Not far from the bank of willows, the river embankment is not far away, and that day Rong Ting confessed to him by the river.

For a moment, he had the urge to run away, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he was walking towards the river bank again without knowing it.

The weeping willows on the bank are no longer green as before, most of the willow leaves have fallen, and the remaining ones are withered yellow and lifeless.The setting sun in the distance is about to set, the sky is gloomy, and everything is hazy.

There were a few tourists by the river bank, Jiang Xiaoman walked towards the spot where the two of them were standing that day, but before they approached, he saw a tall black shadow standing there in the distance.

That figure was very familiar, Jiang Xiaoman didn't need to approach him to know that it was Rong Ting.Rong Ting seemed to have lost some weight, but his profile was still handsome.

The krathongs that covered the river like stars that day have long since disappeared, and the river is dark in the evening.Rong Ting, who was dressed in black, was as tall and straight as ever, but he stood there alone, with an indescribable loneliness, as if he was a lonely soul who had been guarding the river for thousands of years.

As the wind fluttered, the clothes of Rong Ting and Jiang Xiaoman were blown by the wind. Jiang Xiaoman vaguely smelled the faint scent of incense on Rong Ting's body in the wind, almost thinking of the past again, and rushed towards Rong Ting with a smile.

In such a cold weather, he would definitely jump onto Rong Ting's back in one breath, and if Rong Ting wanted to carry him, Rong Ting would buy him freshly baked sweet potatoes. Going back with a smile...

Jiang Xiaoman still held back, turned and left in a hurry.

In the distance, Rong Ting seemed to sense something, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

However, what he saw was hazy, and the shadows of tourists were vague, but there was still no figure that made him yearn for day and night.

Rong Ting suddenly became anxious and coughed suddenly.He coughed hard, but his pale face was bloodless, as if he was dead.

The author has something to say: the main reason is that the cripple looked at the wrong side. If he turned his head and looked in the other direction, he would be able to catch the slow-moving stinky man

stupid, can't blame anyone