I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Chapter 21: (triple)

She smiled when she was talking with the dead man in Tsing Yi just now in her mind.

The ear is roaring.

Didn’t I say that I wouldn’t lie to him...

Rong Ming's eyes were dull and unclear, his slender fingers tightened, white marks appeared at the joints, and the bottom of his fingers was slightly cool.

When he was younger, Rong Zhen once retrieved a cat from the gutter.

The cat was bullied by its companion and almost drowned in the ditch. When Rong Lu picked it up, it was dirty, thin, weak and pitiful, as if only half-life was left.

Just like him at that time.

Rong Ming rescued it and raised it, even if he was hungry, he had to feed the cat first.

He was hungry, but he was happy.

Because in such a desolate palace, there was finally a living creature willing to accompany him, but the cat was snatched away by the lady in the queen's palace with a smelly fish.

When he was found, it seemed as if he didn't recognize him, and he had never seen him, the old master who had saved his life, and there was only fishy fish in his eyes.

When he wanted to forcibly hold it back, he scratched his face with scars.

Those tricks that made him feel warm when he was wagging his tail were used on the new owner.

...

The cat became a pet in the queen's palace that followed the maids and begged for food.

His last trust in the world was finally eroded away.

There is no need to sympathize with the weak, and there is no need to trust others.

...

After so long, he is once again learning to trust someone.

Rong Chen's face was pale, and there were still scenes in her mind of her chatting with the dead men who were loyal to the queen.

Can't go away for a long time.

He laughed at himself and covered his eyes.

He really couldn't bear the slightest betrayal.

Can't bear the ulterior motives behind showing good.

It's just that in my mind, the days since I met her have passed through like flowers.

His eyes grew darker and darker.

He lowered his head and looked at the five fingers he held together.

He once used these hands to kill the cat.

But when the cat broke his last breath, the weak screams and twitches, if the vague and unreal picture appeared on her body flashed through his mind, Rong Ming's hand trembled suddenly.

unwilling.

He let go of his tense fingers, put him on the wheelchair, and turned.

it's OK.

She and the dead man talked secretly, as if he hadn't seen it.

Because it's her, it doesn't matter if she has ulterior motives.

He will not give her a chance to kill him.

But he wants her to come to him

Come to this result.

...

"Why did the little girl take people to the east of the city?"

"Say it... punish evil and promote good."

The postman who had been cooperating with Jiang Lao just now said to the colleague who asked the question: "But, looking at the figure of the man in Tsing Yi, he looks like a man of skill, and then looking at his fierce and rude appearance, maybe he has a murder case on his back. I don’t know why the little girl is dripping with this muddy water."

Rong Chen wanted to push his wheelchair away by himself, but he heard the conversation between the two, but it was a meal.

His brows were completely loosened, and he felt like a joke just now.

only

If she wants to calculate the dead man, there will be danger!

Rong Ming tightened his brows, turned back, and said coldly, "Where did she go?"

The postman looked up, but he was taken aback by the suffocating anger on the boy in front of him, which was completely inconsistent with his exquisite face, "Chengdong."

...

Jiang Lao overturned the broken silver in his hand and walked briskly, leading the Tsing Yi people all the way to the east of the city.

Before reaching the abandoned house, she stopped, "Here."

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at her suspiciously.

The house in front of me was low and dilapidated. The corners of the walls were replaced with moss. It was dark and damp. It didn't look like someone lived here.

There is no one nearby.

He was suspicious, and Jiang Lao showed an impatient expression on his face, "Is there something to do? If there is something, I won't tell you if I don't pay."

Carry out the wealth and charm design to the end.

The doubt in Tsing Yi's eyes disappeared. The more she became a fan of money, the more it seemed that the Ninth Prince lived here is true and credible.

Empress Empress asked him to investigate the person who secretly helped the Ninth Prince, but just look at the dilapidated and leaky appearance of this room...

Someone needs to help him, as to live in such a place?

The Tsing Yi people were suspicious, and gave Jiang Lao a few more pieces of silver, "Do you know who the people who live here are closer to?"

"Who dares to get too close to him? I heard that the person who served him as a personal entourage was all caught in the capital." Jiang Lao blinked, "What do you want to know about the officials?"

Seeing that there was nothing to ask from her, the man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, "You can go now."

He leaned close to the door and bent over to look around.

Jiang Lao stepped lightly, and almost made no sound when he stepped on the ground. He quietly walked behind Tsing Yiren and pushed him into the house.

The man in Tsing Yi was alert for a moment, making Jiang Lao emptiness.

Jiang Lao twisted his eyebrows and quickly shouted, "Jiang Ping!"

Jiang Ping whizzed out of the grass, and with a whistle, people in ambush in the house poured out one after another.

Tsing Yi people are outnumbered and covered in quilts

He was beaten up with a sack and **** with hemp rope.

Jiang Lao thought about that shot just now, but he was still surprised.

She thought that this Tsing Yi person had kung fu, but she didn't expect the martial arts to be so powerful that she seemed to have eyes behind her back.

There are enough helpers in ambush here.

She looked down at the man in Tsing Yi who was struggling on the ground and was swearing, and discussed with him, "If you are willing to tell me who your master is and tell me about your master's abuse of her bastard, I will let go. you."

The man in Tsing Yi who had been yelling at him closed his mouth at this moment and kept silent.

Jiang Lao looked a little angry.

"Your loyal master oppresses your concubine, and doesn't put human life in your eyes. It is as cruel as a snake and scorpion. You are loyal to such a person and you are stupid."

She tentatively walked the tactics of slap first and then give a date, and then softly asked, "In other words, what handle do you have is caught in the hands of your master, Jinling, I have a way, I can help you."

The man in Tsing Yi snorted in his heart. How did she know that he was from Jinling?

Being watched by nearly ten sturdy men, outnumbered, knowing that he would have no hope of escaping by cutting the rope.

But he suddenly turned around, something came out of his fingers, and a cold light flashed.

A silver hook rushed towards Jiang Lao's throat, silently.

But there was the sound of cold iron colliding.

The silver hook was hit by a stone, the direction was tilted, and it hit a side tree trunk.

The sparrow on the branch flapped its wings and started walking away. Not far from under the tree, the shoulders of the young man in the wheelchair were covered with fallen leaves.

As he moved forward, the speckled shadows among the trees dangled between his narrow eyelids and the tall bridge of the nose.

The ink hair is high, and the eyes look like pools.

When he glanced over the silver hook that had entered the trunk at that moment.

He squinted his eyes.

It was a hidden weapon that almost killed her.

The lingering anger in his heart was still red, his eyes were red, and the strength of his fingers almost crushed the stone he was holding in his hand.

If you come one step later...

The man in Tsing Yi on the ground suddenly straightened his lips and pressed his jaw.

The quality of a dead man, if he fails to complete the task, he will commit suicide.

An icy coldness rose in Rong Ming's eyes, and a stone flicked out of his hand with a flick of his finger.

Just heard a scream.

The man in Tsing Yi was like a fish that went into the pot while he was alive, with his jaw dislocated and he couldn't close it anymore.

His body twitched on the ground, shaking violently as if it had passed electricity.

The whole process, but only in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Lao didn't even know that he had walked in front of the Guimen Gate for a round, but he heard the birds on the branches suddenly start to fly, and the people in Tsing Yi were rolling and screaming on the ground for some reason.

She turned around and saw Rong Yu under the tree.

Suspended for a while.

"Why are you here?"

She subconsciously concealed the scene behind her.

I'm afraid he doesn't know the cause and effect, and misunderstands her bullying.

She didn't know where to explain, and said to him: "It's not what you think it is."

In Rong Ming's eyes, there was no doubt or suspicion.

Although I don't know where she inquired about the dead man.

But in front of her, his obsession of having to know everything about the other party to dare to give trust is gone.

She can have her secret.

He gave a faint "um", his voice sounded hoarse, "I believe you."

He just looked down at the man in Tsing Yi, his sight was again stained with blood, "Give this man to me, and I will try it myself."

...

Jiang Lao originally planned that if the Tsing Yi person finally softened his attitude and could be used by her, then she could give him a way out after helping her.

If he is still biting on his loyalty to his master, then she will lock him up and send someone to watch.

If you don't let go, you won't let him out for a day, lest he return to Jinling to report a letter.

But interrupted by Rong Chen's question, Jiang Lao frowned and thought, "Do you already recognize who he is?"

She is a little strange. She only knew it in a dream. How did Rong Chen know?

Rong Wei glanced at the Tsing Yi man who was still twitching on the ground, and there was cold disgust in his long eyes, "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 Chen had a guess in his mind that it was the dead man kept in the Queen's family.

Seeing this person today made him more convinced of the guess in his heart.

He pointed to the inconspicuous silver snake by the side of the dead soldier's shirt and showed it to Jiang Lao, "Those who have this on their body are all dead soldiers."

The dead men often don't need any signs. They often look and wear ordinary clothes, and they have the ability to hide in the crowd without being discovered.

But the dead men raised by the queen may not be as simple as one or two. They may have become an organization with too many members and not familiar enough with each other. So they put out this humble sign so that they can 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 kill these dead men.

The expression on Rong Ming's face was faint, his expression unchanged, his pupils were still as clean and thorough as colored glaze, but a cruel bloodthirsty desire had already risen in his heart.

His eyes swept over her suddenly

Neck.

The slender neck was white and fragile, like the trembling and weak stems of a lotus leaf, which seemed to be broken in one break.

If the concealed weapon pierced the throat just now, he would watch her disappear completely into the world.

Rong Chen actually shook his hand, his eyes clustered with needles, "In the future, if you see someone with this kind of pattern on your clothes again, you can hide as far as you can."

Dead man?

Jiang Lao couldn't believe it, and glanced at the Tsing Yi man who fell to the ground and twitched.

The decree of the Jokhang prohibits the people of Jokhang from training dead men.

There are only few princes and nobles who are so powerful that they regard the law and order as nothing, and do not follow this order and secretly train dead men.

If someone is caught, this is going to be decapitated!

Seeing that she hadn't realized that she had just walked by the ghost gate, he turned to look at the queen's dead man with a look of novel things...

He frowned and reminded, "You stay away."

The man in Tsing Yi had a broken mandible, and he was heart-piercing in pain. He didn't have any offensive power, but Rong Jian was intentionally scared to her, "Beware that he put a hidden weapon again."

"again?"

Rong Ming nodded, raised his chin and motioned her to look at the trunk of the tree next to him, "Just now, he wanted to use this hidden weapon to kill you."

Jiang Lao was shocked in a cold sweat at this time.

It turned out that she almost lost her life when she didn't know it.

She recalled hearing the sound of stones colliding with birds flying in the wind, and suddenly developed a keen intuition. She looked at Rong Ming, "Did you save me?"

"no."

"Hidden weapon he shot crooked himself."

Rong Chen lowered his eyes, his voice was faint, "He knocked his chin by himself."

And he, with his arm muscles relaxed, was weakly placed on either side of the wheelchair.

With a pair of drooping eyes, he is very innocent.

Jiang Lao looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was wriggling on the ground like a green worm, and didn't know if he should believe him for a while.

But after thinking about it, his methods were even more terrifying in his dream.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that his words were credible.

After all, he should be more cruel if he shot.

But now he looks sick and weak, and seems to be a little scared because of the tragedy of the Tsing Yi people, and he can't bear to look directly at him with his eyes down.

Jiang Lao's sporadic unbelief quickly dissipated, and Chao Rong Ming nodded, looking at the man in Tsing Yi, wanting to kick him, "If you do more injustice, you will die."

She glanced at the man in Tsing Yi again, and remembered the pattern of the silver snake in her heart, a little curious, "How do you recognize this pattern?"

She has never seen a dead man, but

I have read a lot of scripts, and I heard that those dead men were thrown into the crowd completely unrecognizable. Only in this way can they kill people invisible, get rid of them, and hide their merits and fame deeply.

Rong Ming said: "I have seen it once."

On the day of the autumn hunt, the people sent by the queen had this pattern on them.

"I only saw it once?"

"Well, I met a few people."

"So smart."

Jiang Lao sighed sincerely.

He only met once and met a few people, and he was able to find the common signs on them, and he could always remember them. It was really smart.

Rong Ming's eyes were calm.

...

The first time Rong Chen was said to be smart was when he was six years old, he entered the school in the palace.

The teacher was overjoyed when he taught such a smart student for the first time. In front of the queen, he praised Rong Wei for not forgetting, being the smartest of the few princes.

The queen smiled proudly in front of the Taishi, and she spoke softly and decently. She changed her name to six-year-old Rong Ming to thank the Taishi.

There was some milky voice in Rong's voice at that time, but he was already much calmer than his peers, "Thank you, Master."

Upon returning to the Fairview Palace, Empress Jiahe immediately punished Rong Mao to kneel in the courtyard for two days because of his lack of humility.

Whenever his back bends slightly, he will be beaten with a wattle until his back straightens up.

The injury on his back made Rong Ming lie down for half a month before he recovered, and when he arrived at the school, he lost his homework.

Rong Ming went to tell others that the Queen had beaten him, but everyone around him felt that Jia and the Queen were gentle and generous, and they all felt that Rong Ming was lying.

The queen's gentle and decent mask has been worn for a long time and is used to buying people's hearts. Almost everyone believes her gentleness.

Later, the Taishi resigned and changed his hometown. The new master has changed people, and the queen often helps Rong Chao to take sick leave. Rong Chen rarely goes to school to study, and the new master has never seen him a few times.

There was no one in the palace who said that Rong Yu was smart.

...

Jiang Lao sent Rong Zhao back to the west of the city.

Rong Ming's gaze kept falling on the shadows of the two under his feet.

The emotions in his eyes that are too heavy to dissolve can almost be condensed into substance.

Once he thought he was just like this, his legs were bad, no one could save no one, sinking in the endless darkness, never going out, no one would shed a tear for him when he died. In this world, there are so many beings, he is always alone, living and dead are no different.

But this long night, instead of telling him to wait for the light.

Only when he saw that her life was hanging by a thread did he realize that there was someone he wanted to protect in this world.

...

Put Rong Ming

After returning to the west of the city, Jiang Lao returned to the mansion.

From a distance, I saw her father and her mother guarding the door.

Especially her father, who is almost like a woman looking forward to seeing her coming back, immediately greeted her and asked: "Where have you been today? You didn't come back so late."

Jiang Lao was telling her father and her mother to tell Jiang Ping to go to the mansion where she called. She was the only prostitute in the family and had the right to send people to the family, but she didn't tell her father and mother that they were afraid they would stop her.

Especially the thing that almost lost his life this time, let alone say. Saying that her father would have to be the same as the last time she went out of town without authorization, he would be angry.

She glanced at her father carefully, "I came back from the west of the city."

"Just say she is going to the west of the city again, you just say no!" Jiang Siye turned to look at his wife, angrily, "I said every year and now my mind is on the boy in the west of the city. I just urged her last night. Long talk, today she went to the west of the city again. Hey! Hey! What I said is becoming more and more useless!"

The old father sighed twice, and suddenly ran to Jiang Lao, and took her to look left and right, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Doubts slowly rose on Jiang Lao's face.

Siye Jiang said: "I had a nightmare last night. Although I can't remember the content of the dream, I seem to have dreamed of you. I'm really worried, what happened every year today?"

Jiang Lao suddenly felt guilty, "No."

Because of a guilty conscience, I deserve it quickly.

"Daddy has a nightmare, will something bad happen?" Jiang Lao asked curiously.

Did her ability to predict the funeral in her dream come from her father?

Jiang Qin said: "Don't pay attention to your father, he just likes to think."

"What nonsense?" Jiang Siye began to resist, "I'm teaching my daughter the rules. She is a girl's house, she must be a little reserved, can't run to others all the time, stay at home, wait for others to come to her. right."

He was too indulgent and taught his daughter to be unrestrained, and he failed to become the kind of lady who embroidered all day at home.

"Father!" Jiang Lao listened to the meaning of his father's words, as if he was misunderstanding that she already belonged to her, "Don't always say as if I want to marry someone. I never thought about myself. marriage."

Fourth Master Jiang snorted coldly, "Then you run to the west of the city every day."

Jiang Lao explained helplessly, "I just watched him live alone, no family members, and no servants to take care of him. He had serious injuries on his leg. It's so pitiful. I want to accompany him more."

Jiang Qin also said: "Daughter is kind-hearted, and pity that child, what's wrong?"

"only

Pity him? "The anger in Siye Jiang's heart is a little smoother," said, "An old father, getting old, his daughter ran out into the sky instead of staying with him, and he was very pitiful. "

Jiang Lao: "..."

In the past few days, her father has been making tempers one after another, and she has also figured out some ways.

He stepped forward and hugged his arm kindly, "Daddy, do you want to paint today? My daughter will grind it for you."

Fourth Master Jiang was satisfied, "Not so pitiful anymore."

...

The night is here.

West of the city.

Although Jiang Lao sent someone, he was sent to the back of the house by Rong Zhao.

A servant asked Jiang Ping, "The girl asked us to take care of the young master's safety, but he said no. What should we do if something goes wrong?"

Jiang Ping said, "Although the young master is a little pale and sick, he has a tall and upright posture, but he doesn't seem to be rotten and decadent like a normal patient."

At most, his face was a little bit gloomy, unbelievably beautiful.

"Maybe he can handle it on his own." Jiang Ping said, "We just guarded outside and rushed in when we heard something wrong. We won't let him have an accident. We will definitely be able to deal with the girl."

Indoors, there was a charcoal fire burning in the stove, and the firewood was vigorous. Two shadows were cast on the white wall.

A figure hangs high on the beam.

It's the dead man in Tsing Yi.

Another figure separated him from both ends of the room.

Rong Chen sat on the side of the fire.

The fire light illuminates his face from time to time.

A dagger was held in his hand, and he took it slowly, wiping the blood on it unhurriedly.

The dead man’s two arms were tied and hung on the beam. The blood color penetrated the cloth, and the red blood beads ticked down. However, the chin was in a dislocated state, and he did not take it back. Silent.

The back of the dagger gradually became clean and bright. Rong Wei played with him twice. His beautiful but cold-blooded eyes were reflected on the face of the icy knife. He turned around, looked at the dead man, and said: "Ask you some questions, willing to answer. , Nodded, not willing to..."

He raised his eyebrows, "I hurt your chin in the morning, and you just picked your hand muscles. You can't survive or ask for death. If you don't want to answer, I can change it as a torture method."

His face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his tone of voice was intimidating, but because of his beautiful face and clean pupils, he looked like a wicked and wicked child born with stubbornness. The soul is evil and the appearance is innocent.

"Answer?" Rong Chen raised the first question.

The dead man yelled several times.

He is now begging to die.

Those who want to die are happy, and don't want to be tortured again.

Seeing that his head is not pointing, Rong Chen just shouted "Woo" and squinted unhappily, "If you want her life, I will definitely take your life."

"If you want to die, don't rush for a while." He rubbed the cold blade of the dagger with his fingertips, handed it forward, pressed it to the dead man's cheek, and patted it. You take a ride."

It made him die so painful that he was accounted for injuring her with a hidden weapon.

...

Everyone has weaknesses, and there are also times when the willpower is weak.

Whether it can be judged, it depends on who is more ruthless.

Four days later, early morning

For the first time since Rong Ming went out of the house in four days.

He had the **** smell of Ruowu, holding a letter in his hand with the handprints of the dead man who had died.

Delivered to the post and sent to Jinling.

Since the queen wanted to find out who was helping him.

Then let him, who really accepts the gift, tell her.

...

Mother Ji hurriedly stepped into the Fairview Palace.

She had just received a piece of news that it was the Fourth Master Jiang from the Jiang family who was now in Yecheng!

They waited in the capital for many days, but they couldn't wait for the news that the dead soldiers sent to Yecheng brought back. They didn’t know what was going on in Yecheng. Seeing that Jia and Queen were going crazy, they suddenly got it. With this news, Mother Ji hurriedly went back and told the Queen Empress.

Maybe it was the Fourth Master Jiang who secretly helped the Ninth Prince and hindered them.

Mother Ji hurriedly stepped in. After stepping into the Fairview Palace, she saw the empress's face sinking like water, holding a letter in her hand.

Mother Ji said: "Manny!"

With a sound, the Queen Empress recovered from the shock. She turned her head and saw that Mother Ji came, but instead of passing the letter to Mother Ji without guarding as usual, she rounded up the letter and quickly placed it. To the side.

Looking at Mother Ji's gaze, there was also a suspicion that had never been seen before.

Mother Ji is the oldest servant of the queen's side and the person she trusts most. But now, thinking about the contents of the letter, the queen's eyes gave birth to beware.

The letter said that it was not someone else who secretly helped Rong Chen, but the mother Ji she trusted the most!

If it were just an ordinary letter, the Queen Empress would definitely not believe it.

But at the end of the letter was a picture of her Xu family deceased soldier, replaced by the **** palm print of the deceased soldier sent out, and the scar position was exactly the same.

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 to remind her to beware of people around him.

The Empress Empress became suspicious of Mother Ji for no reason, and said coldly, "Why are you so anxious?"

Mother Ji happily said: "The old slave just went to find out something."

"Let's talk."

"Siye Jiang from Ning'an Bo's Mansion, do you remember?"

Queen Jiahe frowned, "The one who has always been wandering away, who has never returned to Beijing?"

"Exactly." Mother Ji whispered over her ears, "The old slave inquired that he was in Yecheng at the moment."

The face of Queen Jiahe changed slightly.

Mother Ji smiled, "The old slave felt that he was helping the Ninth Prince."

Jiahe Queen wondered whether she should believe it or not.

If she hadn't had the letter just now, she would have believed it immediately.

But after reading the letter just now, she couldn't help but think more about it. Fourth Master Jiang of Ning'an Bo's House, I heard that he is a wild crane, who is not interested in power at all. In other words, he likes to live a stable life and does not want to cause trouble. , Otherwise, he would not have ran out of Jinling because he was afraid that the burden of Ning An Bo Mansion would fall on him.

Such temperament does not seem to be mixed into other people's affairs.

Seeing Empress Jiahe frowning, Mother Ji asked, "I'm worried, but Siye Jiang is difficult to deal with?"

Deep wrinkles formed in the corners of her eyes, and the light in her eyes gathered viciously. "Don't worry about this. Although Jiang Xingzhou has a wealth of money, he has been away from Jinling for so many years without any connections and power. If the empress wants to sit back and relax, she would rather Don't let go of the wrong killing."

Queen Jiahe was even more uncomfortable after hearing this.

After reading the letter, she listened to Mother Ji's remarks with a prickly mood, only that she was too arbitrary.

Just knowing that Jiang Xingzhou was in Yecheng, how could he say that he was the one who stumbled them?

If it is a mistake, Emperor Zhaowu likes Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and painting so much. She offends Jiang Xingzhou, doesn't she offend the emperor!

Now, Queen Jiahe has gradually believed what the letter said!

Mother Ji may have really betrayed her!

She tightened her lips, pursed a smile, looked at Mother Ji, pretending to listen to what she said, "It's hard work, Mother."

Although she was smiling, she turned her gaze coldly on Mother Ji, "These days, she has taken care of all the big and small things. It's really hard. What does she want?"

Mother Ji showed some joy on her face when she heard the words, "The old slave nephew will take the imperial examination in a few days, but he is a bit **** and refuses to study hard. But there is a child in his class, Wen Cai Pei Ran... "

At this point in her words, Queen Jiahe understood the meaning of her words, and the smile on the corners of her mouth became cold, "This year's scientific research, the emperor attaches great importance to it. If you want to secretly change the paper, I am afraid it will not be so easy."

This is rejection.

Mother Ji's joyful smile froze on her face.

She hurriedly said: "The old slave doesn't ask much, so he can ask his grandson to get a talent."

The Queen Empress gently shook her head.

Now that she was suspicious of Mother Ji, she didn't want to give her the sweetness that she needed to take a little risk to give her.

She even wanted to get rid of Mother Ji.

But Madam Ji had been with her for too long, knew too much about her, helped her contact too many people, moved her whole body with one move, and tried to find someone who could replace her slowly.

The empress said: "The grandmother is considerate of this palace, it is really difficult to achieve this. After a while, you will go to the steward, and give the hairpin with golden branches and green branches to your future daughter-in-law. It is also the heart of this palace."

Mother Ji could hardly hold a smile on her face.

She clearly heard that in the last scientific expedition, the Empress Empress had helped a first-grade official's child and person to steal the papers, and that idiot, who was unlearned and skillless, was ranked in the top three in the end!

The queen obviously didn't want to help because she was just a slave.

In a letter, not only did Jia and the Queen become dissatisfied, but also Mother Ji also gave birth to a lot of dissatisfaction with the Queen.

There is a complete gap between the master and servant.

After Mother Ji had left, Empress Jiahe immediately took out the letter from Yecheng and wrote quickly.

This time she didn't let Mother Ji, but changed a court lady to come over and let the court lady send the letter out.

...

Rong Ming finished reading the reply.

The corners of his lips made a small smile.

Fish, got the bait.

The Queen Mother hoped that her deceased could find out who the officials in Yecheng should have been with her but colluded with Mother Li.

He properly collected the letter and kept it as evidence for the future confrontation, and wrote a reply on a piece of paper that had been stamped with the blood of the dead man.

After writing the letter, Rong Chen opened the door.

The window was open for two days, and the smell of blood in the room has faded today, and it is almost impossible to smell.

Rong Lu thought for a while, and he can invite Jiang Lao to come today.

He hasn't seen her for several days.

Just thinking of her, there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

The Jiang family members outside the house were dismissed by him.

As for the cause of the death of the dead man, Rong Zhao said to Jiang Lao that he hadn't watched it and let him find some time to commit suicide.

The deceased man had to judge himself if he didn't complete the problem entrusted by the master. Jiang Lao didn't think much about it, so he believed his words.

Even change

He was relieved.

She always felt that letting the dead man and Rong Yu live in the same room, a patient, a well-trained dead man, and the disparity in strength, it was too dangerous for the sickly Rong Yu.

Since the dead man committed suicide, she doesn't need to worry anymore.

...

Before the invitation to Jiang Lao, Rong Zhao went to Miaoshige again.

He gradually understood her taste-like sweets, but prefer the sweetness with some other flavors, sour or spicy, but sweet, she will feel tired.

The owner of Miaoshige has already recognized Rong Zhu, a regular customer, "Here again?"

Compared to the first time I entered the store, I was confused. Looking at the plums and snacks in the cabinet is like looking at the enemy. Rong Chen now recognizes everything in the store.

After buying the dim sum, the owner of Miao Food Court asked him, "Young Master, the complexion on your face has improved a lot. How has the injury on your leg improved?"

Rong Ming's expression moved slightly, and he said vaguely: "It will take a while to change."

In the morning, he was able to stand up and walk without supporting anything. Although there were only two steps at the farthest, he was much better than just the front.

But these, there is no need to tell those who don't matter.

A body that looks extremely weak is the best cover for ambition.

Rong Zhen left the Miaoshige and went to the medical workshop.

Let the old doctor see how much his leg injury has recovered.

After arriving at the hospital, the old doctor took a small mallet and banged on Rong Yu's leg. After a long while, he sighed, "The genius doctor is indeed a genius doctor."

"I can't think of this prescription for the entire life." He glanced at Rong Ming, "But you have suffered too."

The prescription given by the genius doctor can heal a leg injury, but all the medicines he gave can bring other symptoms, causing people to have a splitting headache at night and feel painful.

By the way, this young boy's face never seemed to suffer at all.

Obviously he is beautiful, but his temperament is tough.

"No wonder that little girl likes you so much."

Rong Ming raised his eyelids slightly, "Huh?"

"Only the little girl who set the lantern with you on the Suzaku Bridge."

Rong Ming looked down, but said: "The old gentleman has misunderstood."

The old doctor shook his head and said, "She has been asking me for your news a long time ago. If you were there, you would know it. As soon as you heard your leg injury was severe, her eyes were wet. It’s like crying."

Rong Ming breathed on the micro screen.

Seeing him, the old doctor seemed to be unbelieving, "tsk", "Nowadays young people, how daunting."

"if you

If you don’t believe what I’m saying, I’ll be the one here to teach you a way. Then you will stare at the girl you like. If that girl blushes and shy away, instead of slap you and scold you as a hooligan, Bacheng has a show. "

Rong Lu didn't answer for a while, and he didn't know if he listened.

Until after a while

Rong Ming slowly raised his head, "Thank you, old doctor."

The old doctor said broadly, "You don't have to thank me."

He couldn't help but recalled the past.

When he tried this method back then...

The old doctor touched his wrinkled cheek.

Who changed the year when there was no such thing as a romantic and suave

It's nothing to show off.

When I think about it, my face hurts a bit.

...

Rong Zhao left the medical workshop.