"Don't let me know," the muscles on the boy's arms were obviously bulging with anger, but he still spoke in a leisurely manner, biting each word clearly and earnestly, with a hoarse and dark voice. Shen, "You covet her."
"Otherwise next time," he said, and sent the blade forward two more points, "the knife won't just drill so deep."
Although he didn't die, blood gushed out from the wound on Wang Zhou's neck.
Rong Ting let go of his hand, and his eyes lightly fell to the direction of the pile of firewood outside the window, "Don't think that I don't know what you've been up to lately."
Letting him dance was originally just to confuse the Queen.
If Wang Zhou's words hadn't angered him today, he would have continued to hold back, seeing Wang Zhou's self-righteousness and using some crappy tricks in front of him that he could see through at a glance.
It's a pity that he is not in the mood to tease mice today.
Rong Ting leaned over, picked up the medicine pestle and medicine mortar on the ground, and sat on the wheelchair. Although his legs hurt sharply from the exertion just now, his expression was as usual, and his sitting posture was very stable.
He continued to mix his medicine, recalling what he saw yesterday, the bruise on the back of Jiang Rao's neck.
The purple-blue, palm-sized bruise was reflected on her delicate skin like new snow, which was too dazzling.
He lowered his eyes, pounding the medicine seriously.
The murderous look on his body subsided, the sunlight outside the window reflected on his slender back, the years were quiet, and he became that sickly sick beauty again.
Wang Zhou clutched the wound on his neck, leaned against the wall, stood with trembling legs, panting heavily, but looked at Rong Ting as if he was looking at a monster.
He possesses brute strength, and since he was a child, he has always been the only one who bullies others.
If the wound on his neck was not really hurting, he even thought it was just a dream.
Thinking that the cripple in front of him was such a hidden and vicious character, Wang Zhou was terrified.
It's not a weak cripple at all!
This is a madman!
As if fleeing for his life, he staggered out of the house, looking at his hands covered in blood, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't stop.
The desire to kill Rong Ting grew stronger.
Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.
…
Rong Ting prepared the medicine.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing deep or shallow scars on his tight forearm, and a thin layer of sweat gathered in the clear muscle lines between his raised hands.
He slowly put the powdered medicine into the oiled paper medicine bag, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, a down-to-earth smile that he hadn't even noticed.
But suddenly, Rong Ting's movements slowed down and froze, and the faint smile on his lips also disappeared.
He squeezed the medicine bag and lowered his eyes in silence.
Would she need his things
Now that his leg injury has started to improve, the family is no longer short of rice, noodles, and firewood, and when the stove for heating has not been extinguished, everything is moving in a good direction like a dream.
All of this was brought about by her.
But Rong Ting felt at a loss in his heart.
in fear.
I am afraid that what he is gradually sinking into is an illusion that will end. Obviously he is still the poor guy who is not cared for by anyone and is abused and bullied, but he regards the kindness that a person may withdraw at any time as eternal warmth, and he lusts after and believes in it.
He couldn't let himself sink too deep.
After a while, Rong Ting finally made a move.
He steered the wheelchair to the courtyard.
With a lift of the long arm, the oil paper bag was lifted high and overturned.
The powdered medicine came out one after another, got out from the mouth of the bag, and poured down.
Not long after, all drifted away.
Without looking at it, Rong Ting went back to the house and threw the empty paper bag into the fire.
The flames ignited instantly, lengthening his shadow on the ground.
The lonely shadow, reflected on the gray ground, swayed slightly with the jump of firelight.
He wrapped himself back into that thick, hard shell again, his thin figure was immersed in the gloom, full of the dark aura that strangers should not get close to.
It's like a lonely ghost, who has returned to the empty tomb where only he can stay, isolating himself from others, with cold eyes.
…
The setting sun is like embers.
According to Jiang Rao's instructions, Jiang Ping ran around to inquire about Wang Zhou's various crimes, collected evidence, and found witnesses. After a busy day, he returned to Jiang's mansion and reported in front of Jiang Rao: "Miss, you Everything that was ordered was done.”
"Wait for another two days, and see that the thief will be rewarded for his evil, don't worry, girl."
Jiang Rao nodded, indicating that she knew about it, and Jiang Ping withdrew.
Although Wang Zhou's side was arranged, Jiang Rao was still a little worried, fearing that something might go wrong, he ordered a servant to bring a message to those who were watching in the west of the city, telling them not to wait for a moment. Relax, take a good look at Wang Zhou.
In order to avoid any trouble.
…
This day, Wang Zhou woke up early.
He woke up, touched the white medicine belt tied around his neck, and his eyes were full of hatred.
Wang Zhou's fingers caressed the rough fabric of the medicine belt, and the existence of the bandage and the occasional painful wound reminded him of Rong Ting's violence and cruelty all the time.
In the past three days, he has piled up firewood inside and outside the courtyard.
Everything is ready, just a fire.
With a heavy breath in his heart, he thought to himself that in order to be sure of everything, he had to buy enough drugs and set fire to Rong Ting after he was unconscious, so as not to make a mistake.
It was getting brighter.
Wang Zhou came to Yecheng Mansion warehouse early and waited.
He is waiting for the master's family to send this month's monthly money.
He came too early, and the house was not yet open.
Wang Zhou squatted on the street idly, thinking about what he wanted to say to the person who came to deliver the money for the master's house.
The person who came to deliver monthly money on behalf of the master's family was the warehouse owner of Fucang, a local sixth-rank official in Yecheng, Qin Lian.
Although Wang Zhou has some contacts and influence in Yecheng, he is just a local snake who can't get on the stage. When he meets such a serious official, he still has to be a dwarf.
Every time Qin Lian came to send monthly money and asked him a few words about Rong Ting, Wang Zhou was very annoying, but he could not do anything about being annoyed.
If it was normal, Wang Zhou would definitely lie to cover it up.
But today, he was thinking whether he should stop lying.
If it is said that Rong Ting's leg injury suddenly deteriorated, it would be more believable that he failed to escape from the fire afterwards.
Wang Zhou was thinking about it when he saw Qin Lian's figure appearing on the other side of the road.
Qin Lian is the only person in Yecheng who knows Rong Ting's true identity.
Before Rong Ting arrived in Yecheng, he had received a letter from the Fourth Prince Rong Shen, telling him that the Ninth Prince would go to Yecheng to recuperate from his injuries, and asked him to distribute the monthly money for the Ninth Prince.
Qin Lian was just a local official. Before this, he had never heard of the news about the Ninth Prince. After some inquiries, he learned a little bit.
Hearing that the Ninth Prince had a very low family background and his mother and concubine died young, he was the weakest son under Emperor Zhaowu's knees, so he had no intention of cursing him.
It's just that this is a child of the Tian family, and every time he pays the monthly money, he can't help but ask Rong Ting how he is doing.
When Wang Zhou Zhou saw Qin Lian's figure, he couldn't hide the flattering and greedy smile in his eyes, and hurried forward to meet him, "Officer, are you here?"
He was very impatient, he didn't say any more polite words, and went straight to the point, "The villain is here to collect the monthly money for my son."
Qin Lian took out the key of the warehouse and opened the door, as usual, he asked slowly, "Your young master, how are you doing?"
Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes, and according to what he was thinking, he hesitated for a moment before he said: "Young master...maybe it's because of the cold weather recently, and the leg injury not only doesn't heal, but it hurts worse than before."
Qin Lian's hand that opened the door paused, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes." Wang Zhou didn't change his face, "The villain has received the monthly money today, so go get him some good medicine."
Qin Lian nodded slightly, turned around, and continued to open the door.
When Wang Zhou couldn't see him, there was a look of complacency in his eyes, and he rubbed his fingers, waiting to get the sixteen taels of silver.
But he heard a sigh behind him—
"It can be regarded as finding an official."
The voice was coquettish, and it sounded like a woman from a romantic place.
When Wang Zhou saw the woman's face, his expression changed.
He wished he could bury his face in the soil, before she could see who he was, and turn around and walk forward.
But he was a step too late, and the woman's finger painted with bright purple cardamom grabbed his shoulder, pulled his head, and said fiercely: "Two months ago, you lost a bet of twenty taels in my Changle Village." You owe me ten taels of silver, and you agreed to pay it back on the third day of February, but I haven’t seen anyone for a month, Wang Zhou, I agreed to let you stay for a month because I saw that you have a lot of money on the third day of every month, where’s the money?”
Wang Zhou had never expected such an accident to happen today.
He owed money to Yun Qiniang's gambling house two months ago, and he planned to pay it back last month.
But last month, his sixteen taels of silver were stolen back!
Wang Zhouzhou's face turned scorched, "Qiniang, listen to my explanation."
"No need to explain, it's the third day again today, the officials have some money here, just pay me back."
Qin Lian's footsteps in front of him stopped suddenly.
Wang Zhou felt even colder now.
Wang Zhou had just seen Yun Qiniang, he was just frightened by the creditors coming to his door, but now he realized that Yun Qiniang blocked him here in Fucang, in front of Qin Lian, probably not just to collect debts!
If Qin Lian found out about his private accommodation of Rong Ting Yinzi, he would be sent to prison.
In this year, nearly two hundred taels, he didn't know Dazhao's laws, but he also vaguely knew that if he entered, he might not be able to get out!
Wang Zhou was stunned like a thunderbolt, trembling, winking at Yun Qiniang, trying to stop her from continuing.
But I heard Yun Qiniang sneer, "Why didn't the officials pay back the money? It's the third day of junior high school, isn't your little master's monthly money all in your pocket?"
If Wang Zhou had just hoped that Qin Lian would not be able to hear the subtext of Yun Qiniang's words, but now, even the last fig leaf has been torn off.
When it was over, he collapsed and sat on the ground.
…
Wang Zhou wanted to run away, but the officers and soldiers around Qin Lian overtook him, pinned him to the ground, and arrested him.
Because Qin Lian knew Rong Ting's true identity, he stole the prince's monthly money, so it was a serious matter, so he ordered people to write letters and sent them to Emperor Zhaowu and the Ministry of Punishment respectively. Send it to Rong Ting.
Qin Lian saw Rong Ting for the first time.
Originally thought that Rong Ting's appearance was ordinary, just like his background, but unexpectedly, this fourteen-year-old boy had such a good manner that he couldn't hold back in a wheelchair.
His deep eyes hid his emotions very well, even after hearing that the person who bullied him all day had come to an end, his eyes were still cold and calm, without any reckless appearance of a young man showing his anger and joy, but Like an extraordinary person.
It is even more pity that his two legs...
After listening to what Qin Lian said, Rong Ting asked quietly: "Master Qin, do you know why Yun Qiniang went to ask Wang Zhou for a debt in person?"
Qin Lian was taken aback, "I think it's just a coincidence."
Rong Ting pursed his lips and smiled lightly.
Since Yun Qiniang wanted to collect debts, how could she show up before Wang Zhou was about to get the money.
Obviously, it should be settled after Wang Zhou got the money.
If it was said that she was only doing it to collect debts, but when Wang Zhou was arrested, she was not in a hurry, did not lose her temper, and did not go to Qin Lian to seek justice, but left silently.
This is not at all like what a casino proprietress who is penny-pinching would do.
Rong Ting lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes were thick, covering up all the undercurrents in his eyes.
After seeing off the guests, Rong Ting steered the wheelchair out the door.
…
Inside the restaurant.
Jiang Rao followed Jiang Ping to negotiate with Yun Qiniang, and gave Yun Qiniang a whole set of honors.
Yun Qiniang touched the exquisite jewelry in her arms happily, and couldn't help but look at Jiang Rao a few more times.
At a glance, she knew that the girl in front of her was from a wealthy family, and when this expensive set of hair was given to her, she didn't blink her eyes, and she didn't give up.
And she was born so charming, women couldn't help but look at her more when they saw her, she was really an enviable fate.
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She was a little curious, "Why does Miss Jiang insist on punishing that scoundrel Wang Zhou?"
It is reasonable to say that a girl from such a rich family has no intersection with Wang Zhou, and even if she does, Wang Zhou would definitely not dare to offend her.
Jiang Rao was dragging her chin and looking down from the window, she leaned on the window rail and said, "Who told him to bully the person I want to protect."
She snorted angrily, "No one is allowed to bully the person I want to protect."
She didn't specify who it was, so Yun Qiniang didn't ask further questions, but she probably guessed it in her heart.
Yun Qiniang said with a smile: "Then Wang Zhou was also greedy, and actually swallowed nearly two hundred taels of silver from his master. With so much money, I'm afraid he will be imprisoned for the rest of his life. It's easy for him to be in prison. He was escorted to Jinling, and he will inevitably be punished heavily."
Yun Qiniang suddenly asked curiously: "The young master, isn't he the child of some important family? Why is Wang Zhou being escorted to Jinling for interrogation?"
Jiang Rao thought for a moment, but shook his head.
No matter how strong the background of the young man's family is, what's the use of it? He has fallen to this point, and he can't even compare with the children of ordinary people.
The two chatted for a while, and stepped out of the restaurant together.
It was cold outside, Jiang Rao pulled up his cloak in the cold, and heard Yun Qiniang beside him say: "Qiniang ask one more question."
She smiled, pointed to the opposite side, and motioned Jiang Rao to look, "That one, is Miss Jiang your favorite little man?"
A street away, Jiang Rao raised her eyes, and met Rong Ting's eyes in a daze.