One look at his frightened face would make all the sympathy and love in one's heart overflow.
"Almost died?"
Rong Ting stopped talking, his breathing was still unsteady, and he looked at her with a sad face.
The eyelashes trembled as if they could vibrate into people's hearts.
Due to long-term medication, his skin color is much paler and thinner than that of normal people.
When the jawline was tense, the slightly blue blood vessels on the neck were vaguely formed under the white skin, overlapping with the mottled scars, like the broken marks on the body of a jade article when it was about to break.
His expression was also generally fragile.
Jiang Rao remembered his hoarse words "I'm a little scared" and stopped forcing him to speak.
But I didn't feel particularly unfamiliar with his appearance.
In the dream, he didn't know when he started to be afraid of thunder.
Whenever there was thunder at night, he no longer refused to let anyone touch him. He would hold her wrists tightly with both hands, as if she were a human heater, and could only fall asleep by hugging her.
It's just that she had been tortured by him in her dreams for so long that the fear and disgust she felt when his cold fingers touched her wrist far outweighed her sympathy for him.
What's more, he held her tightly all night and would not let go. She felt like she was entangled by a giant snake all night. She did not dare to fall asleep for a single moment throughout the night, and curled up in fear in the arms of this living devil.
The red mark on her wrist did not go away for several days, causing other maids in the mansion 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 Jiu Ye are already two different people.
In the dream, she indeed owed him.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at the person covered with a white coffin carried by several palace servants.
She looked at the desolate white dress and felt an indescribable sense of horror in her heart.
Standing by the red palace wall, in the golden sunshine, I still felt chilly.
If Rong Ting had just experienced a dangerous situation where he almost died...
Jiang Rao clenched the small cinnabar box in her hand. After surviving a disaster, who wouldn’t be afraid?
She didn't force Rong Ting to explain what had just happened to him. She was considerate and gave him time to catch his breath. She said gently and patiently, "Do you want me to push you out for a walk? Relax your mind."
Rong Ting nodded.
Jiang Rao grabbed the back of his wheelchair and pushed him forward without saying a word. She wanted to wait until Rong Ting calmed down before speaking.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes and looked down at his feet.
Part of their shadows overlapped, and his expression softened as he spoke slowly, "Someone had drugged my breakfast this morning. If I hadn't been alert, I would have died."
"Then the person who was carried away just now was..."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "It's Si Ying."
The tone is somewhat ambiguous.
I don’t know if she is the kind of person who would feel sad no matter who dies.
A hint of surprise slowly rose on Jiang Rao's face, but soon the surprise turned into understanding.
Si Ying was bribed by the Queen, who had always wanted to kill Rong Ting.
He had experienced such a dangerous thing in a place she couldn't see.
Jiang Rao also began to feel scared.
She deliberately pushed him into the sunlight, hoping that it would drive away the coldness from his body and the fear of the danger he had just encountered. She stuffed the small cinnabar box into his hand. Next to the peony bush, the sun was shining brightly, and the branches were lush and the leaves were green.
She stopped here, stood in front of Rong Ting, and asked Rong Ting, "Was the poisoning... done by Empress Jiahe?"
She was afraid that what they said might be heard by a third person, so she leaned forward slightly, lowered her head, and stood very close to his ear.
When he spoke, his breathing was audible.
Rong Ting raised her eyes slightly, and could see her soft white skin in front of her eyes. She didn't know whether it was the fragrance of flowers or her body, her eyes became deep, "Yes."
There was a tree of peonies that had just formed buds. The leaves were lush and green, as if waxed, reflecting the little girl's charming and clean face.
Rong Ting looked at her and was lost in thought for a moment.
I was worried that I could see from her face whether she was afraid of someone's death or she might sympathize with Si Ying.
But her face was expressionless and her brows were slightly frowned, and it was impossible to tell what she was feeling.
"It was the Queen." He said slowly, "She couldn't bear to see me learning from Yan Nanxun, so she resorted to this method out of anxiety."
Although he didn't see any expression of fear or sympathy for Si Ying on Jiang Rao's face, he was still worried.
She lowered her eyelashes and said, "Si Ying was bribed by her to put poison in my breakfast, but he accidentally ate the poison and died earlier."
"I just luckily managed to save my life."
The bloody and crazy killing in the morning was downplayed by him at this moment, saying it was a fluke.
Jiang Rao listened and put herself in Rong Ting's situation, her scalp tingling.
No wonder when she first met him and gave him water and snacks, he was alert and wanted to see her drink first and eat first.
If he didn't have this kind of vigilance, how could he survive in such a dangerous environment.
Rong Ting's face is reversed
The light, the dark gaze, was still locked on her face.
Facing her, he was like facing the most difficult chess game, which was the most difficult because he couldn't afford to lose. He moved every chess piece in his hand carefully, fearing that one careless move would lead to the loss of the whole game.
"I wanted to do as you said and find a reason to dismiss Si Ying. But I didn't expect that he would accidentally eat poison and die of poisoning..."
"But Si Ying wanted to drug people and harm them. Evil will be punished." Jiang Rao said angrily.
It doesn't make sense that if a person who wants her life accidentally dies, she, who is still alive, should burn incense for him.
That's a waste of that incense.
Hearing Rong Ting's self-blaming tone, she sighed.
There should be many people who died suddenly for no reason in the palace. He should have seen or heard about them a long time ago. However, seeing and hearing about them is different from watching the person die in front of his own eyes. He is at a loss now, which is reasonable. "The evildoer deserves to die. You don't need to think too much."
It seems that she has no sympathy or pity for the deceased Si Ying.
Rong Ting felt relieved.
Jiang Rao said: "Your palace is short of people now. I will personally select a few reliable ones and tell you the candidates. I will not let the queen have the opportunity to harm your life again."
The Xu family's power is indeed terrifying, and they hold military power. She couldn't compete with the Jiang family alone, but if the Jiang family and her grandmother's Qin family were combined, it's not certain whether they could win, but at least they wouldn't be afraid of them.
Rong Ting nodded slightly and said "hmm".
My heart was pounding.
The ear tips are slightly red.
I think she helped him select palace maids.
Kind of like... Little Wife.
…
Jiang Rao kept in mind the matter of finding a few loyal servants for Rong Ting. Looking at the small cinnabar box in her hand, she remembered what she wanted to do today.
Seeing that Rong Ting's face looked much better, she thought that he must have calmed down a little, so she handed it to him, "Today, I want to give you cinnabar. I wanted to open your eyes, but I didn't expect that this happened. Cinnabar can also ward off evil spirits. Take it, and don't be afraid anymore."
Rong Ting became Yan Nanxun's personal disciple. For such a happy event, Jiang Rao wanted to give him a gift to consolidate her relationship with her future golden thigh.
But once the news of him becoming Yan Nanxun's disciple spread, many people would surely want to curry favor with him and give him gifts.
There must be a lot of people who come to give away things like pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.
She thought about it for a long time and came up with cinnabar.
Before a child starts elementary school, his parents would often put a little cinnabar on his forehead.
This is called opening your eyes.
Jiang Rao thought, although Rong Ting had the Queen as her mother and the most noble man in the whole Dazhao as his father.
But she secretly complained in her heart that the life he lived was like an orphan without a father or mother.
Before his enlightenment, I'm afraid no one put cinnabar on his forehead to open his eyes.
But it was delivered today, and it is not only for opening the eyes, but also for warding off evil spirits.
"Did you open your eyes when you were a child?" she asked Rong Ting.
Rong Ting shook his head.
No one will remember to open his eyes.
Jiang Rao knew that she had not given the wrong gift, and she felt pleased.
She stretched out her finger, tapped her empty forehead, and taught Rong Ting, "This cinnabar, put a little on your forehead, it will open your eyes and bring good luck. After returning to Shouhuai Palace, sprinkle it in front of the hall and back of the courtyard, it will ward off evil spirits."
This time she didn't have to secretly apply cinnabar on his forehead like she did in Yecheng.
Just let him do it himself.
Rong Ting hung his head, looking as lost as a puppy, "I feel like I have no strength in my hands."
There was cinnabar on his thin hands, and they seemed unable to make a fist.
It seemed as if he was frightened to the point of exhaustion due to what had just happened, and he was still frightened.
Jiang Rao sighed.
It's normal that he can't recover from such a big thing.
It's okay, she understands.
"Then I'll help you," she said.
…
Huai Qing was listening at the side, and the expression on his face was a little unpredictable.
It was impossible to connect the young man in front of him who was showing weakness in every way with the abuser in Shouhuai Palace who just now held down an adult eunuch as easily as holding down a chicken.
Si Ying was completely unable to resist at that time. For Rong Ting, how could he not have the strength to lift his arm?
Ming Shao, a little maid who loved gossip, quietly and curiously asked Huai Qing, "Did the eunuch who died die miserably?"
Huai Qing recalled the miserable state of cheese.
But at the same time, he also recalled the scheming and methods of his weak and seemingly useless master who sat in a wheelchair.
As a eunuch who has seen big scenes.
He shook his head and kept silent.
No matter what Mingshao is curious about, big or small.
Huai Qing has only one attitude
Shake your head, shake your head, shake your head again and again.
Qingqing is a mute and knows nothing.
Never say anything that you shouldn't say.
…
But after a while, Huai Qing looked at the red sun in the sky and felt that it was about time, so he reminded Rong Ting, "Master, it's almost time to go."
"Where are you going?" Jiang Rao asked.
"Yes, I am going..." Huai Qing knew that her master treated this Fourth Miss Jiang specially, so she didn't want to hide it from her. Just when she was about to say that she was going to the Queen, Rong Ting said calmly, "I am going to the prefect."
He knew that sending Si Ying's body to the Queen was not something a kind person would do.
He gave all of his little kindness and goodness to her, not wanting her to have misunderstandings because of other things.
After Rong Ting finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Huai Qing.
Huai Qing understood what Rong Ting meant and realized that he didn't want Jiang Rao to follow him, so he immediately changed his words, "We are going to the prefectural governor to have the coroner perform an autopsy to see if we can find out anything."
He even drew inferences from one example, "Miss, you should go back first. It is not appropriate for you to follow the prefect. I will follow you on this matter. If there is any news, I will tell you when I come back."
…
In Jinxiu Palace, the Queen was feeling anxious and uneasy, waiting for news from Shouhuai Palace.
She drank tea, but her heart was restless. "Why do I feel so uneasy?"
Yuying said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. This eunuch named Si Ying was successful last time, so he is more skilled this time and will definitely not fail."
Empress Jiahe asked her anxiously, "When you gave him the medicine, did you let others see it?"
"No." Yuying answered firmly.
Not to mention the time of administering the medication, it was late at night when everyone was asleep.
Before and after taking the medicine, she looked around carefully, but there was no one in sight.
Empress Jiahe was somewhat relieved, but she frowned, "But if he really had an accident, why hasn't there been any news yet?"
She was just waiting, waiting for something to really happen to Rong Ting so that Si Ying could be her scapegoat.
At this time, a palace servant stumbled in, gasping for breath, "Your Majesty, someone died in Shouhuai Palace, and they sent him here."
Empress Jiahe could not hide her joy on her face. Months of sleep deprivation and fear had slowed her thinking. The moment she saw the palace servant coming in with the message, she had an illusion that was almost indistinguishable from reality, as if she heard the palace servant say that the Ninth Prince was dead.
Missed it so many times.
This time
Rong Ting finally died?
She stood up with great joy and walked quickly out of the hall without waiting for the palace maid to help her.
The voice of the palace servant who came to deliver the message came from behind, "Your Majesty, don't go over there! Be careful not to bump into the phoenix's body!"
"It's okay." Empress Jiahe had been suppressing her emotions for so many years, and finally waited for Rong Ting to die. She couldn't wait to see it, so she rushed out of the door.
With trembling hands, she asked the palace maid to lift the white coffin cloth.
With a grief-stricken expression ready on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, he wailed, "My little Jiu!"
But in his heart he couldn't wait and wanted to take a look at how Rong Ting died.
In broad daylight, the white coffin cloth was slowly unveiled.
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