Her mind still recalled the smile she had just had when she was talking to the dead man in blue.
There is a roar in my ears.
Didn't you say you won't lie to him...
Rong Ting's eyes were dim and unclear, his long and slender fingers were tense, there were white marks on the joints, and the bottoms of his fingers were slightly cold.
When he was still young, Rong Ting once picked up a cat from the gutter.
The cat was bullied by its companions and almost drowned in the ditch. When Rong Ting picked it up, it was dirty, thin, weak and pitiful, as if it had only half life left.
Just like him at that time.
Rong Ting rescued it and raised it. Even if he was hungry, he had to feed the cat first.
He was hungry and hungry, but he was still happy.
Because in such a desolate bedroom, there was finally a living creature willing to be his companion,
But the cat was hooked away by a maid in the queen's palace with a smelly fish.
When he found it, it seemed like he didn't recognize him anymore. He never saw him, the old master who had saved its life, and only saw the smelly fish in his eyes.
When he wanted to carry it back forcibly, he scratched him and his face was covered with scars.
Those wagging tails, which once made him feel warm, were used by it on the new master.
…
Cats became pets in the queen's palace wagging their tails behind the maids of honor.
His last bit of trust in the world was finally eroded away.
There is no need to sympathize with the weak, no need to trust others.
…
After so long, he is learning to trust a person again.
Rong Ting's face was pale, and the scene of her talking happily with the dead soldiers loyal to the queen remained in her mind.
Lingering for a long time.
He laughed at himself, covering his eyes.
He really couldn't bear the slightest betrayal.
Can't stand the ulterior motive behind the show of favor.
It's just that in my mind, the days since I met her have passed by like a horse.
His eyes were getting darker and darker.
He lowered his head and looked at his five fingers clasped together.
He once killed the cat with these hands.
But if the cat's feeble scream and trembling when it took its last breath appeared on her body—
A vague and unreal picture flashed through his mind, and Rong Ting's hand trembled suddenly.
unwilling.
He let go of his tensed fingers, leaned on the wheelchair, and turned around.
it does not matter.
All kinds of secret conversations between her and the dead man, just pretend that he didn't see it.
Because it's her, it doesn't matter if she has ulterior motives.
He wouldn't give her the chance to kill him.
But he wants her to come to him with this result.
…
"Then why did the little girl take people to the east of the city?"
"Say yes... Punish evil and promote good."
The postman who had been cooperating with Jiang Rao just now said to the colleague who asked the question: "But, looking at the figure of the man in Tsing Yi, he seems to have kung fu, and looking at his fierce and reckless appearance, there may be a murder case on his back." I don't know why the little girl is in this muddy water."
Rong Ting wanted to push the wheelchair away by himself, but when he heard the conversation between the two, he paused.
His brows were completely loosened, and he felt that his random thoughts just now seemed like a joke.
only-
If she wants to plot against that dead man, she will be in danger!
Rong Ting frowned, turned around, and said coldly, "Where did she go?"
The post official raised his head, but was taken aback by the evil spirit on the young man in front of him that didn't match his exquisite face, "Chengdong."
…
Jiang Rao shook the broken silver in her hand and led the man in Tsing Yi to the east of the city with brisk steps.
When she reached the abandoned house, she stopped, "Here we are."
The man in Tsing Yi gave her a suspicious look.
The house in front of me was low and dilapidated, with moss growing on the corners, dark and damp, it didn't look like anyone lived here at all.
Nearby, there is no smoke.
He was suspicious, and Jiang Rao showed an impatient expression on his face, "Is there anything else? If there is something, I won't tell you if I don't give you money."
Carry out the wealth fascination design to the end.
The doubt in the eyes of the person in Tsing Yi disappeared, the more she was obsessed with money, the more it seemed that the fact that the Ninth Prince lived here was real and believable.
The Empress asked him to investigate the person who secretly helped the Ninth Prince, but just looking at the dilapidated and leaky appearance of the house...
If someone is helping him, as for living in this kind of place
The man in Tsing Yi was full of suspicion, and gave Jiang Rao a few more pieces of silver, "Do you know which one of the people who live here is closest to here?"
"Who dares to get too close to him? I heard that the person who served as his bodyguard was arrested and taken to the capital." Jiang Rao blinked, "What else do you want to know?"
Seeing that he couldn't ask anything from her, the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, "You can go."
He leaned close to the door and bent down to look around.
Jiang Rao walked lightly, stepping on the ground with almost no sound, quietly got behind the man in Tsing Yi, and pushed him into the room.
The man in Tsing Yi had a flash of vigilance, which made Jiang Rao lose his mind.
Jiang Rao frowned, and quickly shouted, "Jiang Ping!"
Jiang Ping came out of the grass with a whoosh and a whistle, and people who had ambushed in the house poured out one after another.
The people in Tsing Yi were outnumbered, they were put on sacks and beaten up, and then tied up with hemp ropes.
Jiang Rao was still surprised when he thought about the blow just now.
She thought that the man in Tsing Yi had kung fu, but she didn't expect that the kung fu was so strong that it looked like he had eyes behind his back.
Fortunately, there are enough helpers lurking here.
She looked down at the man in Tsing Yi who was struggling and rolling on the ground, and was yelling at him, and discussed with him, "If you are willing to tell me who your master is, and follow me to the government to report your master's abuse of her bastard, I will let you go." you."
The man in Tsing Yi, who had been yelling at him all this time, shut his mouth at this moment and remained silent.
Jiang Rao looked at it, a little angry.
"The master you are loyal to oppresses the concubine and doesn't care about human life. He is as cruel as a snake and a scorpion. Your loyalty to this kind of person is foolish loyalty."
She tried the tactic of slapping first and then giving a jujube, then softened her voice, and asked, "Or do you have any reason to be caught in the hands of your master? Over there in Jinling, I have connections, and I can help you." you."
The man in Tsing Yi thumped in his heart, how did she know he was from Jinling
Being watched by nearly ten burly men, he was outnumbered and knew that there was no hope of escaping if he cut the rope.
But he turned around suddenly, something popped out between his fingers, and a cold light flashed.
A silver hook rushed towards Jiang Rao's throat without sound.
But there was the sound of cold iron colliding.
The silver hook was hit by a stone, its direction was skewed, and it hit a tree trunk beside it.
The sparrow on the branch flapped its wings and frightened away. Not far away, under the tree, the shoulders of the teenager sitting in the wheelchair were covered with fallen leaves.
As he walked forward, the speckled shadows among the trees swayed between his narrow eyelids and the high bridge of his nose.
His hair is high and his eyes are like pools.
When he glanced over the silver hook that went into the tree trunk at that moment.
He squinted.
It was the hidden weapon that almost killed her.
The lingering anger in his heart did not rest, his eyes were flushed, and the strength of his fingers almost crushed the stone he was holding.
If it's a little late...
The man in Tsing Yi on the ground suddenly pursed his lips and pressed his jaw hard.
The literacy of a dead soldier, if he fails to complete the task, he will commit suicide.
There was an icy coldness in Rong Ting's eyes, and with a flick of his finger, a stone came out of his hand.
Only one scream was heard.
The man in Tsing Yi was like a fish that fell into the pot alive, his jaw was dislocated and he couldn't close it anymore.
His body twitched on the ground, shaking violently like an electric shock.
The whole process, but in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Rao didn't even know that he had walked a round before the gate of hell, but he heard the birds on the branches suddenly fly away, and the man in Tsing Yi rolled on the ground screaming for some reason.
She turned around and saw Rong Ting under the tree.
I was stunned for a moment.
"Why are you here?"
She subconsciously concealed the scene behind her cover.
I'm afraid that he doesn't know the cause and effect, and misunderstand her as a bully.
She didn't know where to explain it, and said to him: "Things are not what you think."
In Rong Ting's eyes, there is no doubt or suspicion.
Although I don't know where she found out about the dead man.
But in front of her, his obsession that he must know everything about the other party before he dared to trust her disappeared.
She can have her secrets.
He gave a faint "hmm", his voice sounded extremely hoarse, "I believe you."
He just looked down at the man in Tsing Yi, and his eyes were stained with blood again, "Give this man to me, and I will interrogate him myself."
…
Jiang Rao originally planned that if the man in Tsing Yi finally softened his attitude and could be used by her, then she could give him a way out after helping her.
If he insists on his loyalty to his master, then she will lock him up and send someone to watch him.
If you don't let go, you won't let him out for a day, lest he report back to Jinling.
But was interrupted by Rong Ting's question, Jiang Rao frowned and thought, "Did you already recognize who he is?"
She was a little strange, she only knew it in a dream, how did Rong Ting know
Rong Ting glanced at the man in Tsing Yi who was still twitching on the ground, his long eyes filled with cold disgust, "It's a dead man."
The assassins who assassinated him during the autumn hunt committed suicide one by one before they were caught.
At that time, Rong Ting had guessed in his heart that it was a dead soldier raised by the queen's family.
Seeing this person today made him more convinced of the guess in his heart.
He pointed to the unremarkable silver snake on the hem of the dead man's shirt and showed it to Jiang Rao, "Anyone with this on their body is a dead man."
There is often no need for any marks on the dead soldiers. They usually have ordinary looks and clothes, and they have the ability to hide in the crowd without being discovered.
But the dead warriors raised by the queen are probably not just one or two, they may have become an organization with too many members and they are not familiar with each other, so they made this inconspicuous sign so that they can see each other when they see their companions. Recognize each other at a glance.
If you want to completely bring down the queen and the Xu family, you have to drive out all these dead men.
The expression on Rong Ting's face remained calm, his expression did not change, his pupils were still as clean and clear as glass, but a cruel bloodthirsty desire had already arisen in his heart.
His eyes suddenly swept across her neck.
The slender neck is white and fragile, like the trembling and weak stem of a lotus leaf, which seems to be broken when it is folded.
If the hidden weapon had pierced his throat just now, he would have watched her completely disappear into the world.
Rong Ting's hands trembled, and needles glowed in his eyes, "In the future, if you see someone with this pattern on their clothes again, you can hide as far away as you can."
Dead man
Jiang Rao couldn't believe it, and glanced at the man in Tsing Yi who fell to the ground and twitched.
The laws of the Dazhao prohibit the people of the Dazhao from cultivating dead soldiers.
Only a few princes and nobles who have no eyes on the law of the king are so powerful that they ignore the law and do not follow the order, secretly cultivating dead soldiers.
If caught, this will be decapitated!
Rong Ting saw that she didn't have the consciousness of walking by the ghost gate at all, and even looked at the queen's dead man with an expression of seeing something novel...
Frowning reminded, "Stay away."
The man in Tsing Yi had a broken mandible, and was in excruciating pain. He had no attack power, but Rong Ting wanted to scare her, "Be careful, he puts a hidden weapon again."
"again?"
Rong Ting nodded, raised his chin to signal her to look at the trunk of the tree next to him, "Just now, he wanted to use this hidden weapon to take your life."
Jiang Rao broke out in a cold sweat at this moment.
It turned out that when she didn't know, she almost died.
She recalled hearing the sound of stones colliding and birds fluttering in the wind just now, she suddenly had a keen intuition, looked at Rong Ting, "Did you save me?"
"no."
"He shoots the hidden weapon crooked by himself."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, and spoke in a calm voice, "He knocked his chin himself."
And he, with his arms relaxed, was placed weakly on both sides of the wheelchair.
Eyes drooping, extremely innocent.
Jiang Rao looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was writhing on the ground like a green bug, and for a moment didn't know whether to believe him or not.
But after thinking about it again, his methods in the dream were even more terrifying.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that his words are credible.
After all, if he made a move, it should be more cruel.
But now he looked sick and weak, and seemed to be a little scared because of the tragic situation of the man in Tsing Yi, and he lowered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly at him.
Jiang Rao's sporadic disbelief dissipated quickly, and she nodded towards Rongting, looking at the man in Tsing Yi, she really wanted to kick him, "If you do unrighteous things, you will die yourself."
She glanced at the man in Tsing Yi again, remembered the pattern of the silver snake in her heart, and was a little curious, "How did you recognize this pattern?"
She has never seen dead men, but she has read a lot of story books, and heard that those dead men are thrown in the crowd so that people can't recognize them at all, so that they can kill people invisible. Tibetan merit and name.
Rong Ting said: "I saw it once before."
On the day of the autumn hunting, the people sent by the queen all had this pattern on their bodies.
"Just saw it once?"
"Well, I met a few people."
"So smart."
Jiang Rao sighed sincerely.
He only met once, met a few people, and he was able to find out the common marks on them, and he could always remember them, really smart.
Rong Ting's eyes were calm.
…
The first time Rong Ting was said to be smart was when he was six years old, after entering the school in the palace.
It was the first time for the grand master to teach such a smart student, and he was overjoyed. In front of the queen, he praised Rong Ting for his memory, and that he was the smartest among the little princes.
The queen smiled proudly in front of the grand master, her tone was gentle and decent, and she even asked the six-year-old Rong Ting to thank the grand master.
At that time, Rong Ting's voice was still a bit milky, but it was much calmer than his peers, "Thank you, Grand Master."
As soon as he returned to Jinxiu Palace, Empress Jiahe immediately punished Rong Ting to kneel in the courtyard for two days on the grounds that he was flamboyant and ignorant of humility.
Whenever the back bends slightly, they will be whipped with thorns until the back straightens up.
The back injury made Rong Ting lie down for half a month to heal, and when he arrived at school, he missed his homework.
Rong Ting went to tell others that the queen beat him, but everyone around him thought that Jia and the queen were decent, gentle and generous, and that Rong Ting was lying.
The queen's gentle and decent mask has been worn for a long time, and she is used to buying people's hearts. Almost everyone believes that her gentleness is real.
Later, the grand master resigned and returned home. The new grand master has changed, the queen often helps Rong Ting take sick leave, Rong Ting seldom goes to the school to study, and the new grand master has never seen him a few times.
There is no one in the palace who says Rong Ting is smart.
…
Jiang Rao sent Rong Ting back to the west of the city.
Rong Ting's eyes kept falling on the shadows of the two people under his feet.
The emotions in his eyes that were so thick that they couldn't be resolved could almost condense into substance.
He used to think that he was just like this, with bad legs, no one to save and no one to pity, sinking in the endless darkness, never able to get out, and no one shed a tear for him when he died. In this world of seas and seas of people, he is always alone, living is no different from being dead.
But this long night still told him to wait for the light.
It was only when he saw her life hanging by a thread that he realized that there was someone in this world that he wanted to protect.
…
After sending Rong Ting back to the west of the city, Jiang Rao returned to the mansion.
From a distance, I saw her father and mother guarding the door.
Especially her father, who was looking forward to her like a stone of hope, immediately came up to her and asked, "Today, where have you been? You came back so late."
Jiang Rao told Jiang Ping to call someone from the mansion without telling her parents. She is the only prostitute in the family and has the right to send servants in the family, but she didn't tell her parents, fearing that they would stop her.
Especially the fact that he almost lost his life this time, let alone the matter. After talking about her father, he will be angry like the last time she went out of the city without authorization.
She glanced at her father cautiously, "I came back from the west of the city."
"Just say that she went to the west of the city again, and you still say no!" Fourth Master Jiang turned to look at his wife, indignantly, "I said that every year and now, my thoughts are on that kid in the west of the city. I just had a knee-to-mouth relationship with her last night. Long talk, today she went west of the city again. Hey! Hey! My words are becoming more and more useless!"
The old father sighed twice, and suddenly ran to Jiang Rao's side, pulling her to look left and right, "Are you okay?"
Doubt slowly rose on Jiang Rao's face.
Jiang Siye said: "I had a nightmare last night. Although I can't remember the content of the dream clearly, it seems that I dreamed of you. I am really worried. What happened every year?"
Jiang Rao suddenly felt guilty, "No."
Because of a guilty conscience, I deserve it quickly.
"Dad has nightmares, will something bad happen?" Jiang Rao asked curiously.
Did her ability to predict the future in her dreams come from her father
Jiang Qinshi said: "Don't pay attention to your father, he just likes to think about it."
"What nonsense?" Fourth Master Jiang began to protest, "I'm teaching my daughter how to behave. She's a girl, she must be more reserved, she can't run to other people all day long, stay at home, and wait for others to come to her. right."
It was because he was too conniving and taught his daughter to be unrestrained, and failed to become the kind of lady who embroidered at home all day.
"Father!" Jiang Rao listened to what her father said, as if she still misunderstood that she already had her own heart, "Don't always talk like I want to get married, I have never thought about my own. marriage."
Fourth Master Jiang snorted coldly, "Then you still run to the west of the city every day."
Jiang Rao explained helplessly, "I just see him living alone, without family members and servants to take care of him. His leg is still seriously injured. It's so pitiful. I just want to spend more time with him."
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Jiang Qinshi also said: "Daughter is kind-hearted, pity that child, what's wrong?"
"Just feel sorry for him?" Fourth Master Jiang calmed down a bit, and said, "There is an old father who is getting old, and his daughter still runs out all day. It's very pitiful not to accompany him."
Jiang Rao: "..."
In the past few days, her father lost his temper one after another, and now she has figured out some ways.
She stepped forward and hugged his arm flatteringly, "Daddy, do you want to paint today? My daughter will grind it for you."
Fourth Master Jiang was satisfied, "It's not so pitiful anymore."
…
Night has come.
West of the city.
Although Jiang Rao sent someone, Rong Ting dismissed him to the back of the house.
A servant asked Jiang Ping, "Miss asked us to take care of the young master's safety, but he said no, what should we do if something happens?"
Jiang Pingdao: "I saw that the young master was pale and sickly, but his figure was tall and straight, and he didn't have the rotting, decadent look of ordinary patients."
At most, her face was a little sallow, and she was too beautiful to believe.
"Maybe he can handle it by himself." Jiang Pingdao, "We'll just stay outside and rush in when we hear something is wrong. We won't let him get into trouble, and we will definitely be able to deal with the girl."
Indoors, a charcoal fire is burning in the furnace, and the firewood is strong, casting two shadows on the white wall.
A figure hangs high on the beam.
It was the dead man in Tsing Yi.
Another figure separated the two ends of the room from him.
Rong Ting sat by the side of the fire.
The light of the fire illuminated his face from time to time.
Holding a dagger in his hand, he wiped the blood on it slowly and unhurriedly.
The two arms of the dead man were bound and hung on the beam, the blood seeped through the cloth, and the red blood dripped down, but the jaw was still dislocated, and it was not connected back. speak out.
The back of the dagger gradually became clean and bright, Rong Ting played with it twice, his beautiful but cold-blooded eyes reflected on the cold knife, he turned around, looked at the dead man, and said: "Ask you a few questions, would you like to answer them?" , then nodded, unwilling..."
He raised his eyebrows, "I hurt your jaw in the morning, and picked your tendons just now. You can't live, you can't even die. If you don't want to answer, I still have to use torture methods."
There was a half-smile on his face, and his tone was threatening, but because of his pretty face and clean pupils, he looked like a naughty boy who was born to be naughty and capable of doing all kinds of evil. Evil in soul, innocent in appearance.
"Answer?" Rong Ting asked the first question.
The dead man yelled a few times.
He wants to die now.
I wanted to die so much, I didn't want to be tortured any more.
Seeing that he didn't turn his head, Rong Ting just yelled "Woooo" and squinted his eyes in displeasure, "You want her life, and I will definitely want yours."
"If you want to die, don't be in a hurry." He rubbed his fingertips against the cold blade of the dagger, handed it forward, and patted it against the dead man's cheek, "When I ask what I want to know, I will send it to you personally." You go."
Only by making him die in extreme pain can he pay the debt for hurting her with a hidden weapon.
…
Everyone has weaknesses, and there are times when willpower is weak.
Whether it can be judged depends on who is more ruthless.
Four days later, in the morning—
For the first time in four days, Rong Ting stepped out of the house.
He smelled like blood, holding a letter in his hand, on which was the handprint of a deceased soldier.
Send it to the post station and send it to Jinling.
Since the queen wants to find out who is helping him.
Then it's up to him, the one who really accepts the gift, to tell her.
…
Nanny Ji hurried into Jinxiu Palace.
She had just inquired about the news that the Fourth Master Jiang of the Jiang family was in Yecheng now!
They waited in the capital for many days, but they couldn't wait for the news brought back by the dead soldiers sent to Yecheng, and they didn't know what happened in Yecheng. Seeing that Jia and the queen were going crazy, they suddenly had With this news, Mother Ji was in a hurry, rushing back to tell the empress.
Maybe, it was that Fourth Master Jiang who secretly helped the Ninth Prince and hindered them.
Nanny Ji hurriedly stepped into the Jinxiu Palace, but saw the empress' face sinking like water, holding a letter in her hand.
Mother Ji said: "Your Majesty!"
The empress regained her senses from the shock. She turned her head and saw that Nanny Ji was coming, but instead of handing the letter to Nanny Ji unprepared as usual, she rolled up the letter and quickly placed it on the aside.
Seeing Nanny Ji's eyes, there is also a suspicion that I never had before.
Nanny Ji is the most qualified servant around the queen, and she is also the most trusted person of the queen, but now, thinking about the contents of the letter, the queen's eyes became wary for no reason.
The letter said that the one who secretly helped Rong Ting was none other than her most trusted Mother Ji!
If it was just an ordinary letter, the empress would definitely not believe it.
But at the end of the letter, there was a picture of her Xu family's dead man, as well as the bloody palm print of the dead man sent out, and the scars were all in the same position.
The letter said that there was another heavy snowfall in Yecheng, and the dead man could not rush back, so he had to send a letter back first, reminding her to beware of the people around her.
Empress Empress had doubts about Nanny Ji for no reason, and said in a cold voice: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Ji Momo said happily: "The old slave just went to inquire and got some things."
"Let's talk."
"Master Jiang Fourth of Ning Anbo Mansion, do you still remember?"
Empress Jiahe frowned, "The one who has been wandering around and never returned to Beijing?"
"Exactly." Ji Momo listened to her, "The old servant heard that he is currently in Yecheng."
Empress Jiahe's complexion changed slightly.
Nanny Ji smiled, "This old slave feels that he is helping the Ninth Prince."
Empress Jiahe didn't know whether to believe it or not.
If it wasn't for the letter just now, she would have believed it right away.
But after reading the letter just now, she couldn't help but think about it. Jiang Siye of Uncle Ning'an's Mansion, I heard that he is a wild crane, not interested in power at all, and he likes to live a stable life and doesn't want to cause trouble Otherwise, he wouldn't have wandered outside Jinling because he was afraid that the burden of Ning'an Bo's mansion would fall on him.
With such a temperament, it doesn't look like he will get involved in other people's affairs.
Seeing Jia and Empress frowning, Mother Ji asked, "Your Majesty is worried, Fourth Master Jiang is hard to deal with?"
The corners of her eyes narrowed into deep wrinkles, and the light in her eyes turned dark, "Don't worry about this. Although this Jiang Xingzhou has a lot of money, he has left Jinling for so many years and has no connections or power. If the empress wants to rest easy, she would rather If you kill by mistake, don't let it go."
Jiahe Empress felt even more uncomfortable upon hearing this.
After reading the letter, she listened to Nanny Ji's words with a critical mood, and felt that she was too arbitrary.
He just knew that Jiang Xingzhou was in Yecheng, so how could he be said to be the one who tripped them up
If it is a mistake, Emperor Zhaowu likes Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and painting so much. If she offends Jiang Xingzhou, she offends the emperor!
Up to now, Empress Jiahe has gradually believed what the letter said!
Nanny Ji may have really betrayed her!
She tightened the corners of her lips, pursed her smile, looked at Mother Ji, and pretended to listen to her words, "Mom is working hard."
Although she was smiling, her gaze turned coldly on Nanny Ji, "Mommy has been taking care of all the big and small things these days, it's really hard work, what do you want?"
Mother Ji's face showed a little joy when she heard the words, "My nephew and slave will take the imperial examination in a few days, but he's a bit of a jerk and refuses to study hard. But there is a child in his class with a very talented literary talent..."
At this point in her words, Empress Jiahe understood what she meant, and the smile on the corner of her mouth cooled down, "The emperor attaches great importance to this year's scientific examination. If you want to secretly change the papers, I'm afraid it will not be so easy."
This is rejection.
Mother Ji's joyful smile froze on her face.
She hurriedly said: "This old slave doesn't ask much, just let his grandson pass the examination as a scholar."
The empress shook her head lightly.
Now that she has doubts about Nanny Ji, she doesn't want to give her the sweetness that she needs to take a little risk to give her.
She even wanted to get rid of Mother Ji.
But Mother Ji has been with her for too long, knows too many things about her, and helped her contact too many people, and it affects her whole body. Before finding someone who can replace her, she has to figure it out slowly.
The empress said: "Mama is considerate of this palace. It is really difficult to achieve this. After a while, you go to the steward's place and get a hairpin with golden branches and emerald greens, and give it to your future daughter-in-law. It is also my heart."
Nanny Ji could hardly hold a smile on her face.
She clearly heard that in the last scientific examination, the empress empress helped the child of a first-rank official to exchange papers with someone else. That ignorant idiot ended up in the top three!
The queen clearly saw that she was just a slave, so she refused to help.
With one letter, not only did Jia and the queen have a disagreement, but Nanny Ji also had a lot of dissatisfaction with Jia and the queen.
There was a complete gap between the master and the servant.
After Nanny Ji left, Empress Jiahe immediately took out the letter from Yecheng and wrote vigorously.
This time she didn't ask Nanny Ji, but instead sent a maid to send the letter.
…
Rong Ting read the reply.
The corners of his lips curled into a slight smile.
Fish, hooked.
The Empress hoped that her dead men would find out who the officials in Ye City who were supposed to be on the same page as her were in collusion with Nanny Li.
He kept the letter properly and kept it as evidence in future confrontations, and wrote a reply on a piece of letter paper that had already pressed the bloody handprint of the dead man.
After writing the letter, Rong Ting opened the door.
After opening the window for two days, the wind let through, and today the smell of blood in the room has faded, and it can hardly be smelled.
Rong Ting thought for a while, he could invite Jiang Rao here today.
He hadn't seen her for days.
Just thinking of her, there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.
The servants of the Jiang family outside the house were sent back by him.
As for the cause of the dead man's death, Rong Ting told Jiang Rao that he missed it and let him find a chance to commit suicide.
The dead man was about to commit suicide if he didn't complete the task entrusted by his master. Jiang Rao didn't think much about it, so he believed his words.
Even relieved.
She always felt that letting the dead man and Rong Ting be in the same room, a patient and a well-trained dead man, with such a disparity in strength, it was too dangerous for Rong Ting, who was physically weak.
Since the dead man had committed suicide, she didn't have to worry about it anymore.
…
Before inviting Jiang Rao, Rong Ting went to Miaoshi Pavilion again.
He gradually got to know her taste - she likes sweets, but she prefers those that are sweet with some other flavors, sour or spicy, but sweet, she will feel tired.
The owner of Miaoshige already recognized Rong Ting, a regular customer, "Are you here again?"
Compared with being confused when entering the store for the first time, looking at the plums and snacks in the cabinet is like looking at an enemy, Rong Ting now recognizes everything in the store.
After buying some snacks, the owner of Miaoshige asked him, "Young master, your complexion has improved a lot. Is the injury on your leg better?"
Rong Ting's expression moved slightly, and he said vaguely: "It will take some time."
In the morning, he was able to stand up and walk without supporting anything. Although the farthest was only two steps, it was much better than before.
But these, there is no need to tell insignificant people.
A seemingly frail body is the best cover for ambition.
Rong Ting left the Miaoshi Pavilion and went to the Medical Workshop.
Let the old doctor see to what extent his leg injury has recovered.
After arriving at the medical center, the old doctor took a small mallet and tapped Rong Ting's leg. After a while, he sighed, "Master Ren is indeed a master doctor."
"I've been using this prescription for the rest of my life and I can't figure it out." He glanced at Rong Ting, "However, you have suffered."
The prescription given by Miracle Doctor Ren can cure the leg injury, but all the medicines he gave will bring about other symptoms, causing people to have a splitting headache at night, and the pain is unbearable.
However, this little boy never showed any suffering on his face.
Although she is pretty, she has a tough personality.
"No wonder that little girl likes you so much."
Rong Ting raised his eyelids slightly, "Huh?"
"That little girl who put up lanterns with you on the Suzaku Bridge before."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, but said: "The old man misunderstood."
The old doctor shook his head and said, "She has been asking me about you for a long time. If you were there, you would know. As soon as she heard that your leg was seriously injured, her eyes, wet, and the next second It's like weeping."
Rong Ting took a small breath.
Seeing that he still didn't believe it, the old doctor gave a "tsk" and said, "Young people nowadays are so timid."
"If you don't believe what I'm saying, I'll be the one who came here to teach you a way. Just stare at the girl you like for a little longer. If the girl blushes and avoids shyly, instead of slapping you and calling you a hooligan." Like it, it's likely to be interesting."
Rong Ting didn't answer for a long while, he didn't know if he listened or not.
until half an hour later—
Rong Ting raised his head slowly, "Thank you, Boss."
The old doctor said generously, "You don't need to thank me."
He couldn't help recalling the past.
When he tried this method...
The old doctor touched his wrinkled cheeks.
Who hasn't had a romantic and suave year—
It's nothing to brag about.
Just thinking about it, my face still hurts a little.
…
Rong Ting left the clinic.
The streets were full of people, as if something big had happened.
People are running to the city gate.
Rong Ting frowned, and heard someone shouting on the street——
"Unblocked! Unblocked!"
"Ye City has been unsealed!" The old butler in charge of the Jiang family hurried into Fourth Master Jiang's study.
Fourth Master Jiang raised his eyes from the desk, feeling a little pleasantly surprised.
I was finally able to take Niannian away!
He finally didn't have to be angry with that brat in the west of the city anymore.