Jiang Rao was flattered and shook her head.

She held two plums in her mouth. In front of him, she did not dare to be greedy and ask for another one. She held them in her mouth obediently and said, "It's not bitter anymore."

The result of nodding and saying it was not bitter was that he was fed two more bowls of tonic.

Jiang Rao finally compared with her hands and felt that her belly was round.

The care from the future boss is so heavy.

…

One hour ago, Miao Food Pavilion.

Rong Ting came here in his wheelchair.

The look on Jiang Rao's face after she drank the medicine yesterday made him realize that she couldn't endure hardship.

It was just a bowl of medicine, but his face wrinkled like a walnut.

He kept this in mind, but because he never liked sweets, he didn't know which kind of sweets tasted good. He frowned and looked at the various preserved fruit snacks displayed in the counter for a long time.

Although he was looking at some simple and cute snacks, his eyes were as if he was dealing with some fatal problem.

The shopkeeper's recommendation saved him the difficulty of making a decision, and Rong Ting chose the sweetest of the plums and left.

Guests in wheelchairs are always more conspicuous than other people.

Wang Zhou bought some medicine for himself from the pharmacy and immediately saw Rong Ting entering Miao Food Pavilion.

He frowned in confusion, then hid in a corner, his eyes fixed on the Miao Food Pavilion.

When Rong Ting bought a bag of plums, Wang Zhou suddenly felt unbalanced.

Miaoshige is the best dim sum restaurant in Yecheng, but he has never been there once.

Now that he had been beaten and seriously injured, he had to use all his money to buy medicine. He was so poor that he couldn't even think of buying snacks.

He lived in poverty, but Rong Ting was comfortable.

But when he thought about it carefully, he frowned fiercely.

Where did Rong Ting get the money?

He clearly only left 800 coins for Rong Ting.

Eight hundred coins was barely enough for him to fill his stomach, so how could he have spare money to buy snacks?

Wang Zhou frowned and thought for a while. Although Jiang Rao always came to help Rong Ting, he had never seen her leave him any money.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he turned around and went back to the west of the city.

The small house in the west of the city is now empty.

Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes, with a hint of evil in them, and went into Rong Ting's room, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets to search.

There were very few furnishings in the room. After a while, Wang Zhou dug out a small box from under the bed.

Wang Zhou felt the weight of the box and felt something was wrong because it felt heavy. When he opened it and saw what was inside, he was stunned. There were sixteen taels of silver in the box.

The silver with "Jinling Silver Bank" printed on the bottom is rare in Yecheng.

These sixteen taels of silver were clearly the ones that were stolen from him by thieves on the road not long ago!

Wang Zhou was overjoyed.

But along with the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost, there came a chill that sent a chill down his spine.

Since the money was with Rong Ting, Rong Ting already knew that he had embezzled his monthly allowance last month.

Perhaps all his actions over the past year had not been hidden from him at all.

It was as if an invisible thread stretched out from the air, wrapped around his neck, and tightened, causing Wang Zhou to suffocate.

Since Rong Ting already knew everything, why didn't he come to confront him?

During this long period of time, Rong Ting clearly did not show any abnormality.

He couldn't hold back, what was he waiting for?

The realization that someone else had the upper hand over him made Wang Zhou extremely anxious and even angry, and his eyes turned red with anxiety.

In his eyes, Rong Ting was just a weak, dying cripple who could be manipulated by anyone.

But at this moment, he vaguely realized that this young boy, who seemed to be very young, seemed to be quite cunning.

He clearly knew what he had done. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been furious and come to argue with him.

But he never showed any anger on his face. He was probably restraining himself in his heart, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to kill him completely!

His brother-in-law is in the government office. It will be useless if he goes to the government office to file a complaint. But what if he files the complaint somewhere else?

Wang Zhou's body trembled violently.

He was shocked by this sudden guess in his mind.

He suddenly became ferocious and a desperate cruelty appeared in his eyes.

…

After that, Wang Zhou kept collecting firewood.

There were piles of garbage inside and outside Rong Ting's house.

On the first day, Wang Zhou was collecting firewood.

On the second day, after Wang Zhou put down the wood he had picked up, his dark eyes swept around the narrow house, and he brought a barrel of oil and hid it in his room.

On the third day, he received monthly wages from his master, bought some drugs, and stayed on the street until late at night, playing with a flint for making fire in his hand.

It was not until nightfall that he returned to the west of the city.

Wang Zhou first stood outside Rong Ting's house and blew the smoke of the burning drug into her house with a bamboo tube, and then sneaked back to his own house.

He brought out the barrel of oil and tiptoed to

The oil was poured onto the outer wall of the room, and then a flint was used to ignite the firewood piled outside the house.

Suddenly flames rose and spread in all directions.

The raging flames were gradually blown into terrifying shapes by the north wind, and they tore a corner of the darkness with their fangs and claws, making the area within a few miles centered on the cottage in the west of the city a sea of ​​red fire.

The fire was dazzling. Jiang Rao rubbed her eyes and woke up from her dream. The raging fire in her dream seemed to remain in front of her eyes.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart. She did not see in her dream whether Rong Ting was rescued or not. She only saw a sea of ​​fire.

Ming Shao came over with some water and wiped Jiang Rao's face. "Miss, why did you sweat so much last night? Maybe the charcoal fire in the room was too strong? I'll ask someone to reduce the heat."

"No need to reduce the charcoal fire." Jiang Rao pinched her palms, her delicate brows knitted tightly, thinking of the raging fire in her dream, she said uncomfortably, "I had a dream, and there was a fire in my dream."

"It's dry in winter, so it's easy for fires to start. But don't worry, young lady. There are servants on duty at night, so there will definitely not be a fire."

Ming Shao tried to comfort her softly, but Jiang Rao's face darkened.

Her thoughts slowly came to her senses from the haze of just waking up, and a surge of anger rushed into her heart. She had not expected that Wang Zhou would dare to set fire and kill people!

After a simple wash, she immediately called a few servants over and told them to quietly go to the west of the city to watch, especially reminding them not to alert the enemy.

She wanted to catch Wang Zhou in the act of setting fire.

She had thought that after teaching Wang Zhou a lesson last time, he would be more restrained, but she forgot that evil has no bottom line.

The more Jiang Rao thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Everything about a bastard's life, from the small things like living expenses to the big things like servants, is usually decided by the mistress.

To what extent did the mistress hate Rong Ting that she would find such a villain as his servant?

Why didn't his father care?

Jiang Rao exhaled heavily, feeling depressed and annoyed, with anger burning in her chest that she couldn't suppress at all.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that catching Wang Zhou in the act and handing him over to the authorities would not be enough to vent my anger.

This kind of bully who steals people's money and harms their lives clearly deserves to be put to death.

Jiang Rao held his chin and frowned, thinking for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

She called Jiang Ping over and gave him some instructions.

Watching Jiang Ping's back as he walked out the door, the suffocating feeling in her heart eased a little.

But there was a hint of anger in her eyes, and she clenched her hands into fists in annoyance.

Don't wait until you see with your own eyes that the wicked get what they deserve.

As a result, the anger in her heart could not be subsided at all. She unconsciously mistook the table in front of her for Wang Zhou and smashed it twice.

…

Wang Zhou had no idea that his plan had been discovered by Jiang Rao, and he had no idea that everything he did was being watched.

He thought his plan was flawless, and was planning step by step to burn Rong Ting to death in the fire.

But he didn't plan to set the fire tonight.

He was anxiously waiting for the arrival of three days later.

Rong Ting's death meant that his source of income was cut off. Wang Zhou was greedy and made a lot of calculations in his mind. He thought that the murder could be postponed for three days.

Three days later, he could go to the local treasury again and wait for the host to give him Rong Ting's monthly salary.

When the time comes, he will use Rong Ting's monthly salary to buy a flint for arson. Winter is cold and dry, which is a season when fires are prone to start. When the time comes, he will say that Rong Ting's death was caused by him burning firewood at night and accidentally setting the house on fire, thus clearing himself of the crime.

If he waited until Rong Ting died, and then rushed into the sea of ​​fire and pretended to rescue Rong Ting's body, he would earn a reputation of being "loyal and protective of his master". Perhaps the master would reward him and promote him to work in the mansion in Jinling.

Wang Zhou was very proud and walked into the house holding a bundle of firewood.

Before, Wang Zhou would only collect firewood in his house and make a fire to keep warm, without caring whether Rong Ting was cold or warm, dead or alive.

He carried the firewood outside the house, chose a place that was sheltered from the wind and easy to ignite and put it down. Through the window, he saw Rong Ting's back.

Rong Ting was sitting at the table, fiddling with something, and a banging sound was heard in the air.

Wang Zhou squinted his eyes and walked in, and saw Rong Ting pounding medicine with a pestle.

There is a prescription at hand.

A prescription for removing bruises.

Wang Zhou sneered in his heart. He would be dead in three days anyway. It was ridiculous to see him trying every possible way to cure himself.

After taking a closer look at the prescription, I found that it was for women.

He frowned, as if he understood something, "The medicine you are mixing is not for that young lady, right?"

Rong Ting remained silent, with a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, which was as clean as white jade.

Wang Zhou felt a little angry when he saw him keeping silent. This man who looked like a dead man actually wanted to plot against him? Otherwise, he will send you to see the King of Hell!

He reached out and brushed aside the bluestone medicine mortar on the table. The stoneware fell heavily to the ground and broke into pieces. Wang Zhou mocked, "She is a young lady with a body worth thousands of gold. What good medicine can't she use? Do you think she would value your worthless thing?"

Rong Ting's hand holding the pestle slowly paused.

But he quickly started pounding medicine again, as if he didn't hear what Wang Zhou said.

"Even if she goes out to find medicine for you, what does that mean? She just has good intentions. Don't be like a stray dog ​​who clings to you just because someone gives you a piece of meat."

Wang Zhou became increasingly annoyed as he was ignored.

"Besides, you are a cripple. No matter how good you are to her, she will not be interested in you except for feeling sorry for you."

He glanced at Rong Ting's legs as he stepped on the wheelchair, and sneered with contempt, "What kind of man is a man with a broken leg? That girl is so tender that you can squeeze water out of her. When she grows up, she will be a stunning beauty. How can she marry a cripple like you? At least she should find someone as strong as me, so that she can--"

In an instant, the sounds of the pestle falling, the table moving and the struggle mixed together. The sharp sound of the table moving against the ground was so piercing that it made people's eardrums burst. Wang Zhou was grabbed by the neck and pushed against the wall. He was completely voiceless, his back was against the wall, and his face was blue.

He didn't even have time to see how Rong Ting moved before he was grabbed by the neck and pressed against the wall. There was also a dagger pressed against the side of his neck, with the tip of the knife stuck to the skin of his neck. If it moved forward a little more, it would cut through the blood vessels in his neck.

The cold sheen of the dagger's blade reflected Wang Zhou's trembling chin.

He lost his voice and used both hands to hold Rong Ting's right arm that was pinching his neck and tried to move it away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move Rong Ting's arm at all.

He was obviously just a boy who was half a head shorter than him, dragging two disabled legs, but he was completely no match for the strength of his one hand! The more he resisted, the tighter the grip became!

A cruel and murderous intent appeared in Rong Ting's eyes. He pressed down slightly with his slender fingers holding the dagger, and the tip of the knife slowly penetrated under Wang Zhou's skin.

A small bead of blood formed around the tip of the knife.

Wang Zhou's legs went limp, and he felt the urge to pee rush down his spine. He froze and dared not move.

Rong Ting's pretty face was stained with a few drops of blood that had just splashed from Wang Zhou's neck.

The ends of his narrow eyes were dyed three parts red at the same time. His face was incredibly gorgeous, but his eyes were as fierce as a blade. He looked down coldly, like an Asura evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell. His fingers tightened, making Wang Zhou's face turn blue. "Have you forgotten who is the master?"