That lame prince stood up and kissed me

That day Jiang Xiaoman met Rong Ting, so he didn't dare to go out, and was locked up in the widow's house for several days.

It has been nearly a month since he left the palace, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and there are faint signs of snow.

"Hiss—" Jiang Xiaoman was shivering from the cold, he was wrapped in the quilt, curled up like a shrimp, rubbing his hands constantly.

At this time, wealthy people have already started to burn stoves in the house to keep warm, and they have to save a small bosom stove when they go out.But this widow's house was so desolate, and Jiang Xiaoman left in a hurry, he didn't take his small sleeve stove, and it wasn't winter when he left the palace, so the palace didn't have time to prepare winter clothes for him, so now he can only wear autumn clothes,

"I can't do it..." Jiang Xiaoman couldn't take it anymore, he opened the door and poked his head out, "Xiaoyuan!"

He thought about Yang Xiaoyuan going to the tailor shop to buy some winter clothes for him, but when he saw that Xiaoyuan was also hiding in the corner of the room shivering, his little face was flushed from the cold.He swallowed a sentence as it reached his lips, he really couldn't bear to let a child brave the cold wind to go out to do things for him.

He had no choice but to put on all the clothes he brought, dressed roundly like a ball, and opened the door tremblingly.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a biting cold wind hit his face, he was so cold that he almost hid inside the door again.

Most people on the street had already put on winter clothes, Jiang Xiaoman was freezing to death, but seeing that everyone had thick clothes, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.At the same time, he thought, if Rong Ting could give some clothes to the poor, Rong Ting would definitely not refuse.

He thought happily, and then realized that he had left Rong Ting.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed, and the breath he exhaled turned into white water mist and dissipated in the air.

Jiang Xiaoman finally bought a thick padded jacket for himself, and another for the widow and Xiao Yuan.Although the eldest sister was a little gossip, she was still very kind to him.

After Jiang Xiaoman changed into a padded jacket, he was no longer as cold as before, so he couldn't help wandering around the market for a while.

Not far away, a group of people gathered together, Jiang Xiaoman stepped forward curiously, and found out that they were talking about a story.

Jiang Xiaoman listened for a while, and couldn't help laughing bitterly, the storyteller was actually telling the story between him and Rong Ting.When is this, he has been running for almost a month, and the people are still thinking about him and Rong Ting being in love with each other.

But even so, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but listened for a while, and just this time, he heard something was wrong.

This time it was about the prince and the immortal quarreling, and the immortal ignored the prince in anger, but unexpectedly the prince was sick at this time, so sick that he was dying, and the immortal didn't even look at him.

"Could it be that His Royal Highness is ill?"

"Who knows, I heard that she is seriously ill."

The people who heard the book whispered to each other, Jiang Xiaoman heard it clearly in the crowd, and couldn't help asking the people around him: "Where did I hear this?"

The person on the side pointed to the storyteller and said, "Isn't that what I'm talking about today?"

Did you hear it from a storyteller?Jiang Xiaoman was dumbfounded, but after thinking about it, a lot of content in today's popular vernacular really happened, and I don't know where it came from in the palace, so it might be true that the prince is ill.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaoman was so worried that he couldn't help but continue to listen.

"My lord caught a cold and was ill for several days." The storyteller said, "He misses the immortal to come and see him, just one glance is enough to make him heal without medicine."

"Who would have thought that the immortal is usually caring and lovely, but he is also extremely ruthless when he starts to be ruthless. If he doesn't even look at the prince, he won't even step into the prince's mansion."

"The prince's wind and cold became more and more serious. He coughed all day long, and he even coughed up blood..." The storyteller imitated the sound of coughing, coughing so hard that he didn't know what props he used, and put a handkerchief to his mouth As soon as I covered it, the handkerchief turned red.

The bright red color looked shocking, and Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help thinking of seeing Rong Ting by the river a few days ago.

The weather was not good that day, he couldn't see Rong Ting's face very clearly, but he vaguely remembered his pale appearance, and before he left, he heard a faint coughing sound.

Is Rong Ting really sick?

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't listen anymore, bowed his head and walked back home quickly.

Xiao Yuan was still dazed from the cold, Jiang Xiaoman put the clothes in front of him, and said in a low voice, "This clothes are for you and your mother."

Seeing the new clothes, Xiao Yuan burst into cheers, put on the clothes and was about to go out to find his mother, before going out, she thought of turning around to thank Jiang Xiaoman, but Jiang Xiaoman had already locked herself in the house without saying a word.

In the room, Jiang Xiaoman sat at the table with a solemn expression.

what to do?Should he go back and see Rong Ting?

But there are so many imperial physicians in the palace, he can't help much when he goes back, maybe he will be arrested and beheaded as soon as he enters the palace, and buried directly with Rong Ting.

But Rong Ting was by his side when he was sick, how could he stay outside when Rong Ting was sick?

Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't bear to go out again.

He walked to the storytelling stand again, the content of what the storyteller said today was the same as yesterday, when the storyteller was gone, he went forward.

"Sir." Jiang Xiaoman said.

The storyteller looked up and saw that it was a handsome young man, he was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "What advice do you have, guest officer?"

Jiang Xiaoman asked: "You mentioned that the lord is sick these two days, I want to ask... but His Royal Highness is also sick?"

"Hey, I also followed the storybook about this matter..." The storyteller looked at Jiang Xiaoman, saw Jiang Xiaoman's anxious face, and said in a low voice: "I won't tell others, but if you are young master, I can tell."

Jiang Xiaoman hurried over to listen, and heard that the scholar said mysteriously: "The person who wrote this script works in the palace and has seen His Highness with his own eyes. The script written by him should be [-]% credible."

"Is he really sick? Is there any news about how sick he is? Has the imperial doctor visited him?" Jiang Xiaoman was anxious.

"The son is quite concerned about the prince."

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, and asked again: "Can you ask sir to inquire again for me?"

The storyteller pondered for a moment, Jiang Xiaoman thought that he would not agree, and hurriedly said: "After hearing the news, I will definitely reward you sir."

As Jiang Xiaoman said, he simply took out the money, took the silver and put it in the storyteller's hand: "This is the deposit, please accept it, sir."

"It's not impossible." The storyteller weighed the weight of the silver, nodded and said, "Then I will go and inquire about it."

Jiang Xiaoman was grateful again and again, heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried home again.

On the second day, as soon as Jiang Xiaoman's time was up, he went out to find the storyteller again, wanting to inquire about the result.

However, the storyteller was not here today, he had no choice but to go home, thinking of coming back tomorrow.

When he got home, the widow had gone out to work, Xiao Yuan had new clothes and went out to play, and he was the only one in the courtyard.

Jiang Xiaoman sat in the yard for a while, then went back to the house.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help taking out Rong Ting's handkerchief again, playing with the handkerchief in his hand, thinking that Rong Ting didn't know what to do.

If he is really ill, he should go back to the palace, and beheaded as long as Rong Ting is happy.

Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of a door being pushed outside. He thought it must be the eldest sister or Xiao Yuan who had returned, so he didn't pay much attention.

Footsteps approached and stopped in front of his door.

He shouted out the door: "Is it Xiao Yuan? It's so cold outside, don't run out anymore, your mother will be back in a while."

No one responded outside the door, Jiang Xiaoman was wondering when suddenly his door was opened.

The cold wind poured into the room, Jiang Xiaoman sat up, and saw a tall man in black standing by the door, looking at him.

——It's Rong Ting.

Rong Ting?

Am I dreaming?

The cold wind kept blowing into the room, Jiang Xiaoman confirmed that he was conscious, he realized that he was discovered by Rong Ting, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover himself.

"I still want to hide!"

"Do not kill me!"

Rong Ting strode forward and tore off the quilt.

Jiang Xiaoman screamed in fright, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for Rong Ting to draw his sword to kill him.However, in the next second, Rong Ting hugged him tightly.

"Why don't you want me anymore..." Rong Ting buried his head in Jiang Xiaoman's arms and whispered.

Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help hugging Rong Ting, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

There was no sound inside the house, only the north wind outside was blowing against the window sills.

Jiang Xiaoman finally met his Rong Ting.