Wang Zhou's pockets bulged once a month, and for the past year, at this time every month, his eyes were full of smiles that couldn't be hidden.
But today Rong Ting's eyes really made him feel unhappy, made him feel a little uneasy, and there was a bit of resentment on his face.
As he was walking towards the downtown area of the city, he thought that when he got back, he would test it out, to see if Rong Ting already knew about his misappropriation of his money.
If Rong Ting already knew—
There was a hint of sinisterness in Wang Zhou's eyes. If that's the case, he might as well kill him.
Anyway, he saw that Rong Ting was just dragging his two useless legs, lingering on his last breath.
It looked half dead, almost the same as dead.
Wang Zhou was so engrossed in his thoughts that he bumped into the shoulder of the person who was walking towards him without noticing.
His right shoulder was knocked back heavily, Wang Zhou staggered and stopped, and cursed, "How do you see the road!"
The one who bumped into him was a small man wearing a black cone hat. He lowered his head and apologized repeatedly.
Wang Zhou pushed him away from his face impatiently, "Unlucky thing! I am in a good mood today, sir. I don't want to care about you so blindly. Get out!"
Wu Cone Mao left in a hurry, and when he reached the corner, he stopped and smiled.
He took off his cone hat, took out a money bag from his pocket, and handed it to the person in front of him, "Girl, what you want."
Jiang Rao took it, opened the purse, and revealed the silver inside.
Wu Zhui Mao said: "I heard him say at the foot of the wall that he spent all the money for sixteen taels of medicine, and thought to myself what kind of medicine can cost sixteen taels of silver? It's clear that he has it all to himself! It's really annoying. I have followed the girl's order , exchanged the silver for stones."
Jiang Rao counted the silver in the purse.
Exactly sixteen taels.
She said why a young man from a Jinling family fell into a situation where his illness could not be healed, and he couldn't even burn a piece of charcoal in the house.
Jiang Rao's little face turned sullen when he thought that all the money he spent on medical treatment and medicine for the past year had been stolen by this evil slave, Wang Zhou, and that the injuries on his legs were so severe that he could not be treated by medicine stones. Angry red, "I will find a way to return the money to the original owner. Wang Zhou, you continue to follow."
Wu Zhuimao was originally an orphan who begged and became a thief on the street. When he was six years old, Jiang Rao's father took him into Jiang's residence and named him Jiang Ping.
Because of his childhood experience of wandering the streets, he is much more alert and flexible than ordinary servants.
Jiang Ping immediately complied, changed his outfit, and continued to follow behind Wang Zhou, smiling, waiting to see his joke about using stones as silver flowers.
…
With a sudden windfall, Wang Zhou naturally wanted to eat well, dress well, and play well.
Before the night fell and the casino was not yet at its busiest time, Wang Zhou first turned into the most prestigious restaurant here, and walked into the best private room with a big swagger.
The owner of the restaurant was still surprised when he saw Wang Zhou coming here for the first time a year ago. Now that a year has passed, Wang Zhou has become a frequent visitor here. What do you want to use?"
"Sautéed pigeon with coriander, scallops with hydrangea, bird's nest in mushroom soup, drunk shrimp, honey ham and Hongfu rice dumplings, and a jar of high-quality Lanling wine."
The dishes Wang Zhou ordered were all the most famous dishes in the restaurant, and none of them were cheap, adding up to a lot of money.
The generous restaurant owner smiled and said, "I'll give you another pigeon egg. It's tender and tender."
A feast of delicious food made Wang Zhou quickly put aside the matter of Rong Ting's death, and when he was full of wine and food, he reached for the money bag hanging on his waist, his brows furrowed suspiciously—
There was something wrong with the purse.
It's just that he was drunk, so he didn't think much about it. When Xiao Er came to collect the money, he took out a piece from the bag and threw it into Xiao Er's arms.
Xiao Er looked at the stone in his hand, blinked in a daze, checked again and again, raised his head and said, "Guest officer, what do you mean by giving me a stone?"
Wang Zhou was a little impatient, "What kind of stone is not a stone? This is silver. If you don't have enough, you can find it here!"
He threw the whole money bag over, and Xiao Er was smashed and fell to the ground. With a crash, the money bag rolled off his body, and all the stones in it rolled to the ground.
The waiter's expression immediately changed.
The movement here disturbed the owner of the restaurant.
The shop waiter saw him and immediately shouted: "Boss, this liar is using stones as money to deceive people! Eat our food for free and don't pay for it!"
After hearing what he said, the generous restaurant owner realized what happened here, and immediately became less generous.
This kind of free food has only one end for him—
"Pull this shameless thing out for me, hit!"
…
City West Cottage.
The firewood in the stove was about to burn out, Rong Ting shifted his gaze to the pile of firewood in the yard.
Since the last time I fell ill and fainted, some bundles of firewood would be delivered outside the door every day.
He could guess who sent it.
It's just that he has never used these firewood.
Even though going out to collect firewood is not easy for Rong Ting now, he is unwilling to rely too much on others.
He took the sackcloth bag that Wang Zhou left behind.
The medicine in the bag can't be used, it can only be used as firewood.
Rong Ting put the dead branches one by one in the fire, when his fingers reached the bottom of the bag, he suddenly felt a cold and greasy.
Under the bag is a small blue snake that is hibernating.
Rong Ting looked at it for a moment with downcast eyes, wrapped his fingers around it, and pressed hard on the seven-inch position, the little snake died instantly in his hand.
As if he was treating those lifeless dead branches, he threw the dead snake body into the fire and watched it being swallowed by the flames.
Bright flames danced in his extremely dark eyes, and the flames hissed.
After burning the little snake to death, Rong Ting supported the wall and stood up.
Those medicines have little therapeutic effect.
But for Rong Ting, as long as he can use a little strength in his legs, he can stand up with the pain.
Even if both legs are shaking when standing up, each step takes the time and energy of ordinary people to walk ten steps.
Rong Ting went out to collect firewood.
When I got outside, I heard footsteps in the distance.
Rong Ting hid.
Jiang Rao and Ming Shao walked in the snow with deep and shallow footsteps, one in front of the other.
Ming Shao followed Jiang Rao, "Miss, how do you plan to return the money to that young master later?"
Jiang Rao thought for a while, but her face showed embarrassment, "If I give it to him directly, if he becomes curious, how would I know, what should I say?"
"Didn't it say that Jiang Ping was guarding here, squatting in the corner and heard it?"
Jiang Rao shook his head.
"I can't say it straight. If he mistakenly thinks that Jiang Ping was sent by me to monitor him, he will misunderstand me."
With the boy's sensitive and suspicious personality, she felt that she might be misunderstood.
"What if the girl told him directly that Jiang Ping stayed here to protect him?"
The corner of Jiang Rao's mouth twitched, "I'm afraid he won't believe it."
Nine out of ten people will not believe it.
In her dreams, when she was his slave, he didn't believe what she said.
Even if he wanted to go out to buy something, he would think she wanted to escape.
And the more she assured that she would not run away, the more he had to keep her by his side all the time to be at ease.
Thinking of those dark days, Jiang Rao couldn't help but tremble, "Think of another way and send it to him."
Ming Shao still felt it was a pity, and muttered in a low voice, "Young lady did good things for him, don't let him know, this servant always feels that it's the young lady's fault."
Jiang Rao hooked her fingers to her ears, pretending not to hear.
Ming Shao saw that she had made up her mind, so she stopped trying to persuade her, and tried to suggest: "Knock on the door, put down the money, and when he comes out, shall we go?"
Jiang Rao glanced at the lock on the door, "He seems to have gone out."
"This..." Ming Shao couldn't think of any other way.
Looking at the short outer wall of this hut, Jiang Rao lifted up her skirt and jumped, measuring the difference between her height and the height of the outer wall.
Her action frightened Ming Shao, Ming Shao grabbed her sleeve, "Girl, you are a lady, climbing the wall is out of appearance, you can't do it!"
Hearing this, Jiang Rao turned her gaze back.
The black and beautiful eyes turned around, and swept Ming Shao and the wall back and forth, measuring the difference between Ming Shao's height and the height of the outer wall.
"..." Ming Shao was so frightened that her face was as pale as frost, and said tremblingly, "Girl... slaves, slaves are afraid of heights."
Jiang Rao sighed softly, "Let me lose my appearance."
"I put on my cloak and hat. This place is remote, and few people pass by. I just climbed onto the wall and threw a money bag into it. No one would recognize me.
Jiang Rao stepped on the stone and climbed onto the wall with her two slender arms. Although it was a little difficult, but fortunately the wall was not high, she could see the yard by standing on tiptoe.
Seeing a high pile of firewood piled up in the yard, she pouted a little dissatisfied, "What, doesn't he burn firewood? Why didn't he move any of the firewood I sent."
Ming Shao, who was protecting her from the bottom, saw her standing on such a high rock and looking around leisurely. She couldn't help feeling dizzy and heartbroken. She shouted: "Girl, be careful, throw away the Finish, come down quickly."
Jiang Rao nodded, and threw the money bag in an open and conspicuous place in the courtyard.
The silver ingots in the money bag collided with each other, and when they fell to the ground, they made a few crisp sounds.
In the middle of the courtyard.
Jiang Rao clapped her hands in satisfaction, but Ming Shao called out urgently behind her, "Girl, don't let go!"
But it was too late.
Jiang Rao's hand had already left the wall, and her body fell backwards.
During the brief fall, Jiang Rao's mind was full of thoughts, if he knew how many more clothes he would wear today.
But when it fell, Ming Shao hugged her body and rolled with her on the snowy ground. The rock she was standing on was not too high, so it didn't hurt.
It just looked a bit embarrassed after knocking a mouthful of snowflakes.
Jiang Rao was blowing snowflakes out of her mouth, slowly raised her face from the snow, rubbed her eyes to look at Ming Shao.
But Ming Shao's voice came from above her head, "Girl, are you okay? Where did you fall?"
The person under her body is...
Jiang Rao's eyelashes flickered for a moment, she raised her head, and looked slowly inch by inch, from top to top—chest, Adam's apple, chin, eyebrows...
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It's Rong Ting.
Her body was crookedly lying on his chest, and the two of them formed a "ten" shape, and the positions of their hearts and mouths were close to each other. It seemed that they could hear each other's heartbeat through each other's chests. .
Heartbeats are intertwined, and it seems that it is impossible to tell who belongs to whom.