His frightened face, if people look at it, will make the sympathy and love in their hearts flood out.
"Almost died?"
Rong Ting didn't speak anymore, his breathing was still, and he looked at her sadly.
Those eyelashes trembled and trembled, as if they could tremble into people's hearts.
Due to long-term medication, his complexion is much paler and thinner than ordinary people's.
When the jaw line was tense, on the neck, the slightly green blood vessels and meridians under the white skin were faintly formed, overlapping with those mottled scars, like the broken marks on the carcass when the jade was about to be broken.
The expression is also generally fragile.
Jiang Rao remembered his hoarse "I'm a little scared" just now, and stopped forcing him to speak.
On the contrary, he is not particularly unfamiliar with his appearance.
In the dream, he didn't know when he was afraid of thunder.
On thunderous nights, there was no rule of not wanting others to touch him. He clasped her wrists tightly with both hands, as if treating her like a human-shaped stove, and he could only fall asleep by holding her.
It's just that she had been tortured by him in her dream for a long time, and when his cold fingers pressed against the skin of her wrist, the trembling and fear she gave her far outweighed her sympathy for him.
What's more, he held her tightly all night and would not let go. She was like being entangled by a giant snake all night. She didn't dare to fall asleep for a moment throughout the night, curled up in the arms of this living Yan Luo in fear.
The red marks on her wrists could not disappear for a few days, causing the other maids in the house to misunderstand her relationship with him, and to ostracize and ridicule her.
Jiang Rao took a deep breath, and said to herself, Rong Ting and Master Jiu are already two people.
In the dream, she indeed owed him.
She turned her head slightly, looking at the person covered by the white coffin carried by several palace servants.
Looking at the desolate white dress, she felt an indescribable sense of terror in her heart.
Standing by the red palace wall, in the golden sunlight, I still feel chilly.
If Rong Ting had just experienced the danger of almost dying...
Jiang Rao tightly held the small cinnabar box in her hand. After the catastrophe, whoever changes, who can not be afraid.
She didn't force Rong Ting to explain to him what happened just now, she was considerate, gave him time to breathe, and said gently and patiently: "Do you want me to push you out for a walk? Soothe your mood. "
Rong Ting nodded.
Jiang Rao grabbed the back of his wheelchair and pushed him forward, without saying a word all the way, wanting to wait for Rong Ting to calm down.
Rong Ting looked down at his feet, part of their shadows overlapped, his expression softened, and he said slowly: "I was drugged during breakfast this morning, if I wasn't alert, I should have died. "
"Then... the person who was carried away just now is..."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "It's Si Ying."
The tone is a bit imprecise.
I don't know if she is the kind of person who will feel sorry for whoever dies.
A trace of surprise slowly rose on Jiang Rao's face, but soon this surprise turned into understanding again.
Si Ying was bribed by the queen, and the queen has always wanted to kill Rong Ting.
Where she couldn't see, he had experienced such a dangerous thing.
Jiang Rao also started to get scared.
She deliberately pushed him into the sunlight, wanting the sunlight to drive away the coldness on his body and the fear that he was almost in danger just now, so she stuffed the small cinnabar box into his hand,
Beside the peony bushes, the sun is in full bloom, and the branches and leaves are lush and green.
She stopped here, stood in front of Rong Ting, and asked Rong Ting, "Is the poisoning... the work of Jia and the Queen?"
She was afraid that what the two of them said would be heard by a third person, so she leaned slightly, lowered her head, and kept it very close to his ear.
Breathing can be heard when speaking.
Rong Ting raised his eyes slightly, and he could see her soft white skin dangling in front of her eyes. He didn't know whether it was the fragrance of flowers or her body, his eyes became darker, "Yes."
Kazuki's newly budded peony flowers, the leaves are lush and green, as if waxed, reflecting the charming and clean face of the little girl.
Rong Ting looked at her, momentarily lost in thought.
She was worried that from her face, she could see the fear of someone dying, or the sympathy for Si Ying.
But her face was indifferent, frowning slightly, unable to see the emotions in her heart.
"It's the empress." He said slowly, "She couldn't see that I was a student of Yan Nanxun, so I resorted to this method in a hurry."
Although Jiang Rao didn't see any expressions of fear or sympathy for Si Ying, he was still worried.
Eyelashes lowered, she said, "Si Ying was bribed by her to put medicine in my breakfast, but he accidentally ingested the poison and died earlier."
"I was just lucky enough to get my life back."
The bloody and crazy killing in the morning was downplayed by him at this moment, calling it a fluke.
Jiang Rao listened, substituting into Rong Ting's situation, her scalp felt numb.
No wonder the first time I met him before, when I gave him water and snacks, he was wary and wanted to watch her drink before eating.
If he didn't have this kind of defensiveness, how could he survive in such a dangerous environment.
Rong Ting's face was against the light, and his dark gaze was still locked on her face.
Facing her, he was like facing the most difficult game of chess. Because he couldn't afford to lose, it was the most difficult game. He was careful and stepped out of every piece in his hand, fearing that if he made a careless move, he would lose everything.
"I wanted to find a reason to dismiss Si Ying according to what you said. But I didn't expect that he would accidentally eat poison and die of poisoning..."
"Ke Siying wants to poison people, evil will be rewarded with evil." Jiang Rao said angrily.
It doesn't make sense that a person who wants her life accidentally dies, and if she is alive, she has to burn incense for him.
What a waste of that incense!
Hearing Rong Ting's tone of self-reproach, she sighed.
In the palace, there should be quite a few people who died violently for no reason. He should have seen or heard of it long ago. He has seen and heard of it. It is different from seeing that person die in front of his own eyes. He does not know what to do now. It's the right thing to do, "The perpetrator deserves death, so you don't have to think about it."
Hearing that she has no sympathy and pity for the dead Si Ying.
Rong Ting felt relieved.
Jiang Rao said: "There is a shortage of people in your palace. I will personally pick a few reliable ones and tell you the candidates. I will not let the queen have another chance to hurt your life."
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The power of the Xu family is indeed terrifying, and they still hold military power in their hands. She can't compare with Jiang's family alone, but if Jiang's family and her grandmother Qin's family are added, they can't be compared with each other, but at least they won't be afraid of them.
Rong Ting nodded slightly, and gave a soft "hmm".
Heart pounding.
The tips of the ears are slightly red.
I think she helped him choose the palace man.
Kind of like... little wives.
…
Jiang Rao kept in mind the matter of finding a few loyal servants for Rong Ting, looked at the small cinnabar box in her hand, and remembered what she wanted to do when she came today.
Seeing that Rong Ting's face has become much better now, she thought that he must have calmed down a bit, and handed it to him, "I want to give you cinnabar today. I wanted to open your eyes. I didn't expect to catch up with this incident just in time, and it just so happens that cinnabar can also ward off evil spirits, you take it, don't be afraid anymore."
Rong Ting became Yan Nanxun's pro-disciple, Jiang Rao wanted to give him a gift for such a happy event, so as to stabilize her relationship with Future Jin Thigh.
But after the news that he became Yan Nan's disciple got out, there must be many people wanting to curry favor and give gifts.
Pens, inks, papers and inkstones must have been given away by quite a few people.
She thought for a long time and thought of cinnabar.
Before a child is enlightened, his parents often put a little cinnabar on his forehead.
This is called eye opening.
Jiang Rao thought to himself, although Rong Ting has a queen as his mother and concubine, he has the most noble man in the entire Dazhao as his father.
But she secretly cursed in her heart, as far as he lived, he was like an orphan without father and mother.
Before the Enlightenment, no one would put cinnabar on his forehead to open his eyes.
But it was delivered today, not only to open eyes, but also to ward off evil spirits.
"Did you ever open your eyes when you were young?" she asked Rong Ting.
Rong Ting shook his head.
No one will remember to open his eyes.
Jiang Rao knew that he had given the gift correctly, and felt a little pleased.
She stretched out her finger, pointed at her empty forehead, and taught Rong Ting, "Drink this cinnabar on your forehead, it's an eye-opener, and it's a good omen. After returning to Shouhuai Palace, sprinkle it on the front and back of the hall. , counted as exorcising evil spirits."
This time, she didn't have to touch cinnabar on his forehead secretly like she did in Yecheng.
Just let him do it himself.
As a result, Rong Ting hung his head down, as lost as a puppy, "I still don't seem to have any strength in my hands."
There was cinnabar on her thin hands, and it seemed that they could not be squeezed into fists.
It seems that because of what happened just now, he was so frightened that he lost his strength, but the fear is still there, and he still has lingering fears.
Jiang Rao sighed.
It's normal for him to be unable to slow down such a big matter for a while.
It's okay, she understands.
"Then I'll help you," she said.
…
Huai Qing was listening, and the expression on his face was a little unpredictable.
It is completely impossible to connect this young man who is showing weakness in every possible way in front of him with the perpetrator who just held down an adult eunuch as easily as holding down a chicken in Shouhuai Palace.
Si Ying couldn't resist at all at that time, for Rong Ting, how could he not have the strength to raise his arm
As a little maid who loves gossip, Ming Shao asked Huai Qing quietly and curiously, "Did that dead eunuch die a miserable death?"
Huai Qing recalled Si Ying's tragic situation.
But at the same time, he also recalled the scheming and means of his sick and weak master who sat in a wheelchair and looked like a waste.
As an eunuch who has seen big scenes.
He shook his head and remained silent.
No matter what Ming Shao is curious about, whether it is big or small.
Huai Qing has only one attitude—
Shake your head, shake your head, keep shaking your head.
Qingqing is a mute, Qingqing doesn't know anything.
Never say a word that should not be said.
…
But after a while, Huaiqing looked at the red sun in the sky, felt that the time was about the same, and reminded Rong Ting, "Master, it's almost time to go."
"Where are you going?" Jiang Rao asked.
"I'm going..." Huai Qing knew that the master treated this Jiang Si girl special, so she didn't want to hide it from her, just about to say that she was going to the queen, but Rong Ting said softly, "I'm going to the governor."
He knew that sending Si Ying's body to the queen was not something a kind person would do.
All of his few kindness and kindness were given to her, and he didn't want her to be misunderstood because of other things.
After Rong Ting finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Huai Qing.
Huai Qing understood, and saw Rong Ting's intention not to let Jiang Rao follow her, so she immediately changed her words, "I'm going to Fu Yin's place, let him do an autopsy, and see if we can find anything."
She even made inferences, "Girl, you should go back first. It's not appropriate for you to follow the Fu Yin. If there are servants following this matter, if there is any news, I will tell you when I come back."
…
In Jinxiu Palace, the queen was anxious and anxious, waiting for news from Shouhuai Palace.
She drank green tea, but her heart couldn't calm down, "Why is this Gong so restless?"
Yu Ying said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this eunuch named Si Ying, since he succeeded last time, he is more proficient this time, so he will definitely not miss it."
Empress Jiahe still asked her a little uneasy, "When you gave him the medicine, didn't you let other people see it?"
"No." Yuying answered definitely.
Not to mention the time of administration, it is the middle of the night when everyone is asleep.
At that time, before and after the medication, she carefully checked her surroundings, but there was no one there.
Empress Jiahe was a little relieved, but she frowned, "But if something really happened to him, why hasn't there been any news yet?"
She was still waiting, waiting for something to happen to Rong Ting and let Si Ying be her scapegoat.
At this time, a palace official stumbled in and ran in, out of breath, "Mother, someone died in Shouhuai Palace, and he sent us here."
Empress Jiahe couldn't hide the joy on her face. The lack of sleep and fear for several months made her think slowly. The moment she saw the palace man coming in to deliver a message, she had a feeling that was almost indistinguishable from reality. The hallucination came, as if he heard the palace man say that the Ninth Prince died.
So many misses.
this time-
Rong Ting finally died
She stood up overjoyed, and walked quickly outside the palace without waiting for the maid to help her up.
The voice of the palace servant who came to deliver the message came from behind, "Your Majesty, don't go there! Be careful not to hit the phoenix's body!"
"It's okay." Empress Jiahe suppressed it for so many years, and finally waited until Rong Ting's death, and rushed out the door impatiently.
With trembling hands, she asked the maid to lift the white coffin.
A sad expression was prepared on his face, tears were streaming down his face, and he wailed: "My little Jiu!"
But I couldn't wait in my heart, I wanted to see Rong Ting's death.
On a sunny day, the white coffin was slowly lifted.