Jiang Rao was flattered and nodded.
She had two plums in her mouth, and in front of him, she didn't dare to be greedy for another one, so she obediently said, "It's not bitter anymore."
Nodding his head and saying it wasn't bitter, he ended up being fed two more bowls of tonic.
Jiang Rao made a final comparison with her hands, and felt that her stomach was round.
The care from the future boss is so heavy.
…
An hour ago, Miaoshi Pavilion.
Rong Ting turned his wheelchair and came here.
Jiang Rao's appearance after drinking the medicine yesterday let him know that she is a hardy person.
It was just a bowl of medicine, and my face was wrinkled into a small walnut.
He took this matter to heart, but because he never liked sweets, he didn't know which sweets were delicious, so he frowned and looked at the various preserved fruit snacks in the cabinet for a long time.
Rong Ting was outside, his eyes were always decisive, implying hostility, he was obviously looking at some simple and cute snacks, but his eyes seemed to be dealing with some problem.
Fortunately, the shopkeeper's recommendation saved him the difficulty of making a choice, and Rong Ting chose the sweetest plum to leave.
Guests in wheelchairs are always much more conspicuous than others.
Wang Zhou bought some medicine for himself from the pharmacy, and immediately saw Rong Ting's figure entering Miaoshi Pavilion.
He frowned puzzledly, then hid in a corner, looking all the way to Miaoshige.
When Rong Ting bought a bag of plums and came out, Wang Zhou lost his balance.
Miao Shi Ge is the best dim sum shop in Yecheng, but he has never been in it once.
Now that he has been severely injured, he has to spend all his money on medicines. He is destitute, let alone buying snacks.
He lived in poverty, but Rong Ting was comfortable.
But thinking about it carefully, he frowned fiercely—
Where did Rong Ting get the money
He obviously only left 800 Wen for Rong Ting.
Eight hundred Wen is barely enough for him to eat, so how can he have spare money to buy some snacks
Wang Zhou frowned, thought for a while, although Jiang Rao always came to help Rong Ting, but he never saw her leave money for him.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he turned his head and went back to the west of the city.
The hut in the west of the city is now empty.
Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes, he got into Rong Ting's room, and searched for it.
There were very few furnishings in this room. After a while, Wang Zhou found a small box from under the bed.
Wang Zhou weighed the box, feeling heavy in his hands, and felt something was wrong. When he opened it, he saw the contents inside, but he was stunned—
There are sixteen taels of silver in the box.
The silver number of Jinling Bank is printed on the bottom, which is rare in Yecheng.
These sixteen taels of silver were clearly the ones that were stolen by thieves on the road not long ago!
Wang Zhou was overjoyed.
But along with the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, what came at the same time was a chill that sent chills down his spine.
Since the money is here with Rong Ting, then last month he embezzled his monthly money... Rong Ting already knew about it.
Perhaps in the past year, all his actions have not been hidden from him at all.
It was as if an invisible thin thread protruded from the air, wrapped around his neck, tightened it, and Wang Zhou suffocated for a while.
Since Rong Ting already knew, why didn't he come to confront him
For such a long time, Rong Ting clearly has nothing unusual.
He couldn't hold back, what was he waiting for
This kind of cognition that the handle is in other people's hands made Wang Zhou extremely anxious, and his eyes turned red.
In his eyes before, Rong Ting was a weak and dying cripple who could be manipulated by others.
But at this moment, he faintly realized that this young man seemed a little deep in the city.
He obviously already knew what he was doing, and if he was an ordinary person, he would have come to him in a rage to dispute theories.
But he never showed the slightest bit of anger on his face, probably because he restrained himself in his heart, as if he was waiting for a chance to put him to death!
Wang Zhou's body trembled suddenly.
He was startled by the sudden conjecture in his heart.
His sudden evil came from the edge of his guts, and there was a desperate cruelty in his eyes.
…
After that, Wang Zhou kept picking up firewood.
Inside and outside Rong Ting's house, several stacks were piled up.
On the first day, Wang Zhou was picking firewood.
On the second day, after Wang Zhou put down the wood he picked up in his hands, he turned his dark eyes around the narrow room, brought another barrel of oil, and hid it in his own room.
On the third day, he received the monthly money from the master's house, bought drugs, and stayed on the street until late at night, playing with a fire scythe in his hand.
He didn't return to the west of the city until night fell.
Wang Zhou was outside Rong Ting's house first, using a bamboo tube to blow in the smoke from the burning drug, and then sneaked back to his room.
He brought out the wooden barrel containing the oil, tiptoedly poured the oil on the outer wall of the room, and used a scythe to ignite the firewood piled outside the house.
All of a sudden, flames burst out and spread to all directions.
The blazing tongue of flame was gradually blown into a terrifying shape by the north wind. It opened its teeth and danced its claws, tearing apart a corner of the night, making a few miles around the hut in the west of the city glowing red and a sea of flames.
The flames were dazzling, Jiang Rao rubbed his eyes, woke up from the dream, it seemed that there was still the fire in the dream.
Her heart was in severe pain, and she didn't see in her dream whether Rong Ting was rescued, but only saw a sea of flames.
Ming Shao came over with water and wiped Jiang Rao's face, "Miss, why did you sweat so much last night? But the charcoal fire in the room was too hot? The maid asked me to reduce it."
"There is no need to reduce the charcoal fire." Jiang Rao pinched his palms, frowned delicately, thinking of the raging flames in the dream, and said uncomfortably, "I had a dream, and there was a fire in the dream."
"It's dry in winter, so it's easy to catch fire, but don't worry, girl, there are always servants on duty at night, so there will be no fire."
Ming Shao comforted her softly, but Jiang Rao's face darkened.
Her thoughts slowly came to her senses from the haze she had just woken up, and a wave of anger shot straight into her heart. She never expected that Wang Zhou would dare to set fire to kill someone!
After a brief grooming, she immediately called a few servants over, and told them to quietly go to the west of the city to watch, and You Qi warned, don't startle the snake.
She wanted to catch Wang Zhou in action when he set the fire.
She thought that Wang Zhou would be able to restrain himself after teaching Wang Zhou a lesson last time, but she forgot that evil has no bottom line.
The more Jiang Rao thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
The concubine's side is as small as living expenses, as large as servants and servants, and they are often appointed by the mistress.
To what extent did the mistress hate Rong Ting to find such a villain as his servant
Why didn't his father and his biological mother care
Jiang Rao let out a dull breath, and began to feel sorry for Rong Ting again.
She was stuffy and annoyed, and the anger was burning in her chest, and she couldn't suppress it at all.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that catching Wang Zhou's behavior and turning him over to the government would not be enough to relieve my anger.
This kind of bully who seeks people's money and kills people's lives clearly deserves more than death.
Jiang Rao frowned and thought for a while, resting her chin, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She called Jiang Ping over and gave some instructions.
Seeing Jiang Ping's back as he walked out the door, the feeling of oppression in her heart was relieved.
It's just that there was still a bit of anger in her eyes, and her little hands were clenched into fists in annoyance.
Before she saw with her own eyes the wicked man's deserved end, the anger in her heart could not be dispelled at all, and she unconsciously took the table in front of her as Wang Zhou, and smashed it hard twice.
…
Wang Zhou didn't know that Jiang Rao knew about his plan, let alone that all his actions were being watched.
He thought his plan was flawless, and he was planning step by step to burn Rong Ting to death in the fire.
But he didn't intend to light that fire tonight.
He waited anxiously for the arrival in three days.
Rong Ting's death means that his source of income has also been cut off. Wang Zhou is greedy, and he has a plan in his heart, thinking that the murder can be postponed for three days.
Three days later, he could go to the local treasury again, and wait until someone from the master's family gave him Rong Ting's monthly money.
At that time, use Rong Ting's monthly money to buy the scythe for setting fire, and let him die with his own money.
Winter is cold and dry, and it is a season that is prone to fires. When the time comes, he can explain Rong Ting's death as the fact that he burned firewood at night and set fire to the house by mistake, so that he can clear himself of the crime.
If he waited for Rong Ting to die, he rushed into the sea of flames and pretended to rescue Rong Ting's body, maybe he could still earn the reputation of "loyal to protect the Lord".
The plan in Wang Zhou's heart was complete, and he entered the house with a bundle of firewood.
Before talking about it, Wang Zhou would only gather firewood in his own house and light a fire to keep warm, regardless of whether Rong Ting was cold or warm, dead or alive.
He transported the firewood outside the house, chose a place sheltered from the wind and put it down, and saw Rong Ting's back through the window.
Rong Ting was sitting at the table, as if he was pounding something, there was a bang bang sound in the air.
Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes and walked in, only to see Rong Ting pounding medicine with a pestle.
There is also a prescription in hand.
Recipe for removing bruises.
Wang Zhou sneered in his heart. Anyway, he would be dead in three days. It's ridiculous to see him trying to heal himself now.
After carefully scanning the prescription, it was for women.
He frowned, as if he had understood something, "The medicine you are mixing up is not for that young lady, is it?"
Rong Ting did not answer in silence, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead as clean as white jade.
Wang Zhou was a little annoyed when he saw his silent appearance. How could such a dead person still want to plot against him? Why don't you have to be sent to see Hades!
He stretched out his hand and brushed away the bluestone medicine mortar on the table. The stone vessel fell heavily to the ground, cracked with a click, and Wang Zhou mocked, "Miss, with a body of a thousand pieces of gold, what good medicine can't be used by you? When she will take a fancy to your worthless thing?"
Rong Ting's hand holding the pestle froze slowly.
But he quickly started making medicine again, as if he didn't hear Wang Zhou's words.
"Even if she goes out to look for medicine for you, what does that mean? She is just kind, don't be like a stray dog who gives you a piece of meat, and you just stick to it."
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Wang Zhou was ignored by him and became more and more annoyed.
"Besides, you are a cripple, no matter how good you are to her, besides pitying you, can she still fancy you?"
His eyes swept over Rong Ting's legs on the wheelchair, and he snorted contemptuously, "A man with a broken leg is still a man. That little girl is so tender that she can pinch water, and she will grow up in the future." Well, it must be someone who is all over the country, how could it be possible to find a cripple like you, at least you have to find someone as strong as me, who can make her full—"
In an instant, the sound of the pestle falling to the table and moving was mixed with the sound of fighting, and the sound of the table moving sharply against the ground pierced the eardrums—
Wang Zhou was pinched tightly by the neck and pushed against the wall. He lost his voice completely, his back pressed against the wall, and his face turned blue.
He didn't even have time to see how Rong Ting moved, he was strangled by the neck and pressed against the wall, and another dagger was pressed against the side of his neck, the tip of the knife stuck to the skin of his neck, Moving a little further would have cut through the blood vessels in his neck.
The cold luster of the dagger's blade reflected Wang Zhou's trembling chin.
He lost his voice, hugged Rong Ting's right arm pinching his neck with both hands and wanted to move it away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move Rong Ting's arm at all.
Even though he was only a boy half a head shorter than him, with two disabled legs, he was completely no match for the strength of his single hand! The more he resisted, the tighter the pinch!
There was cruel intent in Rong Ting's eyes, and with a slight pressure on the slender fingers holding the dagger, the tip of the knife slowly penetrated into Wang Zhou's skin.
Around the tip of the knife, a small drop of blood condensed.
Wang Zhou's legs went limp, and a urge to urinate went straight down the road, and he froze and didn't dare to move.
Rong Ting's pretty face was stained with a few drops of blood just splashed from Wang Zhou's neck.
The tails of his long and narrow eyes were dyed three-point red at the same time, his face was unbelievably gorgeous, but his gaze was as fierce as a blade, and he stared coldly, like a Shura ghost who had just crawled out of hell, his fingers tightened, strangling Wang Zhou's face Zhang Qing, "Have you forgotten, who is the master?"