The scene of her conversation with the blue-clothed assassin just now flashed back to her mind, and she smiled.
There was a roar in my ears.
Didn't you say you wouldn't lie to him?
Rong Ting's eyes were dim and unclear, his slender fingers were tensed, white marks appeared at the joints, and the bottom of his fingers were slightly cold.
When he was younger, Rong Ting once picked up a cat from the gutter.
The cat was bullied by its companions and nearly drowned in a ditch. When it was picked up by Rong Ting, it was dirty, thin, weak and pitiful, as if it was only half alive.
Just like him then.
Rong Ting saved it and raised it. Even if he was hungry, he would feed the cat first.
He was hungry, yet happy.
Because in such a desolate palace, there was finally a living creature willing to keep him company, but the cat was lured away by a maid in the Queen's palace with a stinky fish.
When he found it, it seemed as if it didn't recognize him. It no longer looked at its former owner who had once saved its life. All it had eyes for was the smelly fish meat.
When he tried to take it back by force, it scratched him and left bruises all over his face.
Those tail-wagging tricks that once made him feel warm were now used by it on its new owner.
…
The cat became a pet in the Queen's palace, following the palace maids and wagging its tail to beg for food.
The last bit of his trust in the human world was finally worn away.
There is no need to sympathize with the weak, and there is no need to trust others.
…
After so long, he is learning to trust someone again.
Rong Ting's face was pale, and the scene of her having a pleasant conversation with the assassins who were loyal to the queen remained in her mind.
It won't go away for a long time.
He covered his eyes in self-mockery.
He really couldn't tolerate the slightest betrayal.
I can't stand the ulterior motives behind the show of goodwill.
But in my mind, the days since I met her just flashed by.
His eyes became increasingly darker.
He lowered his head and looked at his clenched fingers.
He once killed the cat with these hands.
But the faint wail and trembling of the cat as it breathed its last seemed to appear on her body. A vague and unreal picture flashed through his mind, and Rong Ting's hands trembled suddenly.
Can't bear to.
His taut fingers loosened, rested on the wheelchair, and turned.
It's okay.
She pretended not to see anything about her secret conversations with the assassins.
Because it’s her, it doesn’t matter if she has ulterior motives.
He wouldn't give her the chance to kill him.
But he wanted her to come to him.
Come to this result.
…
"Why did the little girl take people to the east of the city?"
"It is said that... to punish evil and promote good."
The postman who had been cooperating with Jiang Rao said to the colleague who asked the question: "But, looking at the figure of the man in green, he seems to have some kung fu skills. And looking at his fierce and rough appearance, he might have committed a murder. I don't know why the girl wanted to get involved in this mess."
Rong Ting wanted to push the wheelchair away by himself, but when he heard the conversation between the two, he paused.
His frown completely relaxed and he felt that his random thoughts just now seemed like a joke.
only
If she wants to plot against that assassin, she will be in danger!
Rong Ting frowned, turned back, and asked coldly, "Where did she go?"
The postman looked up, but was startled by the murderous aura on the young man in front of him, which was totally inconsistent with his delicate face. "East of the city."
…
Jiang Rao carried the small amount of silver in his hand and walked briskly, leading the man in green all the way to the east of the city.
When she reached the abandoned house, she stopped and said, "We're here."
The man in green gave her a suspicious look.
The house in front of me was short and dilapidated, with moss growing in the corners. It was dark and damp, and it didn't look like anyone lived here at all.
There is no human habitation nearby.
He was suspicious, and Jiang Rao showed an impatient expression on her face, "Is there something wrong? If there is, I won't tell you if you don't pay me."
Carry out the scheme of attracting money to the end.
The doubt in the green-clothed man's eyes disappeared a little. The more she was obsessed with money, the more it seemed that the Ninth Prince was living here.
The Queen Mother asked him to investigate the people who secretly helped the Ninth Prince, but just looking at the dilapidated and leaky appearance of this house...
He needs someone to help him, so why would he end up living in a place like this?
The man in green was full of suspicion and gave Jiang Rao some small change. "Do you know which family here is close to the people living here?"
"Who dares to get too close to him? I heard that his personal attendant was arrested and taken to the capital." Jiang Rao blinked, "What do you want to know, sir?"
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of her, the man in green waved his hand and said, "You can go now."
He moved closer to the door and bent over to look.
Jiang Rao walked lightly, with almost no sound on the ground, and quietly came behind the man in green and pushed him into the house.
The man in green dodged alertly, leaving Jiang Rao empty-handed.
Jiang Rao frowned and quickly called out, "Jiang Ping!"
Jiang Ping rushed out from the bushes with a whoosh, and with a whistle, the people who were ambushed in the house rushed out one after another.
The Tsing Yi people were outnumbered and were trapped.
He was put into a sack and beaten, then tied up with hemp ropes.
Jiang Rao was still feeling a little scared as she thought about the missed attack just now.
She thought that the man in green was skilled in martial arts, but she didn't expect that his skills were so strong that it was as if he had eyes on his back.
There are enough helpers lying in ambush here.
She lowered her eyes to look at the man in green who was struggling and rolling on the ground, cursing, and negotiated with him, "If you are willing to tell me who your master is, and go with me to the government to report your master's abuse of her illegitimate son, I will let you go."
The man in green who had been cursing all the time suddenly shut his mouth and remained silent.
Jiang Rao looked at it and felt a little angry.
"The master you are loyal to oppresses his bastards and does not care about human lives. He is as cruel as a snake or scorpion. Your loyalty to such a person is foolish."
She tried to use the tactic of giving a slap first and then a date, and softened her voice and asked, "If your master has something on you, I have connections in Jinling and I can help you."
The man in green felt a pang in his heart. How did she know he was from Nanjing?
Being watched by nearly ten burly men, he was outnumbered and knew there was no hope of escape even if he cut the rope.
But he suddenly turned around, and something burst out from between his fingers, with a flash of cold light.
A silver hook rushed towards Jiang Rao's throat silently.
But there was a sound of cold iron colliding.
The silver hook was hit by a stone, and its direction deviated and hit a tree trunk nearby.
The sparrows on the branches flapped their wings and flew away in fright. Not far away, under a tree, a young man sitting in a wheelchair had his shoulders covered with fallen leaves.
As he walked forward, the mottled shadows between the trees swayed between his narrow eyelids and high nose bridge.
Her black hair was tied up high and her eyes were as blue as a pool.
When his eyes swept over the silver hook that was embedded in the tree trunk.
He narrowed his eyes.
That was the hidden weapon that almost took her life.
The anger in his heart had not yet subsided, his eyes were red, and the strength of his fingers was so strong that he almost crushed the stone in his hand.
If I were a step late...
The man in green on the ground suddenly pursed his lips and exerted force on his jaw.
The quality of a death soldier is that if he fails to complete his mission, he will commit suicide.
There was an icy chill in Rong Ting's eyes, and he flicked his finger, and a stone flew out of his hand.
All that was heard was a scream.
The man in green was like a fish that had been thrown into the pot alive, with his jaw dislocated and unable to close again.
His body was twitching on the ground, shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted.
The whole process takes only a blink of an eye.
Jiang Rao didn't even know that she had been on the verge of death. She just heard the birds on the branches suddenly fly away in fright, and the man in green rolled on the ground screaming for some reason.
She turned around and saw Rong Ting under the tree.
I was stunned for a moment.
"Why are you here?"
She subconsciously covered the scene behind her.
She was afraid that he didn't know the whole story and would misunderstand her as bullying.
She didn't know where to explain, so she said to him, "It's not what you think."
There was no doubt or suspicion in Rong Ting's eyes.
Although I don't know where she found out about the assassin.
But in front of her, his obsession of knowing everything about the other person before trusting her disappeared.
She can have her secrets.
He said "hmm" lightly, his voice sounded extremely hoarse, "I believe you."
He just lowered his eyes to look at the man in green, his sight once again stained with blood, "Give this man to me, I will personally interrogate him."
…
Jiang Rao originally planned that if the man in green finally softened his attitude and could be used by her, then she could give him a way out after helping him.
If he continued to cling to his master's loyalty, she would lock him up and have someone watch him.
If he doesn't give in, he won't be released, lest he go back to Nanjing to report the incident.
But being interrupted by Rong Ting's question, Jiang Rao frowned and thought, "Have you recognized who he is?"
She was a little puzzled. She knew it through a dream, so how did Rong Ting know it?
Rong Ting glanced at the man in green who was still twitching on the ground, his eyes filled with cold disgust, "He's a dead soldier."
The assassins who tried to kill him during the autumn hunt committed suicide one by one before they were caught.
Rong Ting had a guess in his mind at that time, that was a assassin raised by the Queen's family.
Seeing this man today made him even more certain of his guess.
He pointed at the inconspicuous silver snake on the edge of the death warrior's collar and showed it to Jiang Rao, "Anyone with this on them is a death warrior."
Death warriors usually don't need any markings on their bodies. They usually look and dress in ordinary clothes, and they should be able to hide in the crowd without being discovered.
But the number of assassins raised by the queen is probably not just one or two. They may have formed an organization with too many members, who are not familiar with each other, so they came up with this inconspicuous symbol so that they can recognize each other at a glance when they see their companions.
If you want to completely overthrow the queen and the Xu family, you must kill all these assassins.
Rong Ting's face had a calm expression, his look hadn't changed, his pupils were still as clear and bright as glass, but a cruel and bloodthirsty desire had already risen in his heart.
His eyes suddenly swept over her
Neck.
The slender neck is white and fragile, like the trembling and weak stem of a lotus leaf, which seems to break at a touch.
If the hidden weapon had pierced her throat just now, he would have watched her disappear completely from the world.
Rong Ting's hands actually trembled, and there was a gleam in his eyes. "In the future, if you see someone with this kind of pattern on his clothes again, stay as far away from him as possible."
Death warrior?
Jiang Rao couldn't believe it and looked at the man in green who was lying on the ground and twitching.
The Dazhao Law prohibits the people of Dazhao from training death warriors.
There are only a few lawless princes and nobles who are powerful enough to disregard the laws and orders, do not obey these orders, and secretly train assassins.
If you are caught, you will be beheaded!
Rong Ting saw that she had no awareness of having just walked through the gates of hell, and actually looked at the Queen's assassins with an expression as if she was looking at something new...
He frowned and reminded, "Stay away."
The man in green had a broken jawbone and was in excruciating pain. He had no power to attack, but Rong Ting wanted to scare her, "Be careful he might use a hidden weapon again."
"again?"
Rong Ting nodded and raised his chin to indicate that she should look at the trunk of the tree next to him. "Just now, he wanted to use this hidden weapon to take your life."
Only then did Jiang Rao break out in a cold sweat.
It turned out that she almost lost her life without her knowing it.
She recalled the sound of stones colliding and birds fluttering in the wind. Suddenly, she had a sharp intuition and looked at Rong Ting, "Did you save me?"
"no."
"He shot the hidden weapon off target himself."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice, "He hit his chin himself."
His arms were relaxed and placed weakly on both sides of the wheelchair.
With his eyes drooping, he looked so innocent.
Jiang Rao looked at the man in green who was twisting and turning on the ground like a caterpillar, and for a moment she didn't know whether she should believe him.
But then I thought again, his methods in the dream were even more terrifying.
Thinking about it this way, his words seem credible.
After all, if he took action, he should have been more cruel.
But now he looked sick and frail, as if he was frightened by the miserable condition of the man in green. He lowered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.
Jiang Rao's sporadic disbelief soon dissipated. She nodded to Rong Ting and looked at the man in green. She wanted to kick him, "If you do too much evil, you will eventually perish."
She looked at the man in green a few more times, memorized the pattern of the silver snake, and asked curiously, "How do you recognize this pattern?"
She had never seen a dead soldier, but
I have read many novels and heard that the assassins were supposed to be thrown into the crowd so that no one could recognize them. This way they could kill people without being recognized, and when the task was completed they would leave without losing their fame and merit.
Rong Ting said, "I've seen it once before."
On the day of the autumn hunt, the people sent by the Queen all had this pattern on their bodies.
"You only met him once?"
"Yeah, I met a few people."
"How clever."
Jiang Rao sighed sincerely.
After only meeting a few people once, he was able to find the common features on them and remember them forever. He is really smart.
Rong Ting's eyes were calm.
…
The first time Rong Ting was described as smart was when he was six years old, after he entered the imperial palace academy.
The Grand Tutor was overjoyed as it was the first time that he had taught such a smart student. In front of the Queen, he praised Rong Ting for his photographic memory and said that he was the smartest among the little princes.
The Queen smiled proudly in front of the Grand Tutor, her tone gentle and appropriate, and asked the six-year-old Rong Ting to thank the Grand Tutor instead.
Rong Ting's voice was still a little childish at that time, but he was much more calm than his peers, "Thank you, Grand Tutor."
As soon as he returned to Jinxiu Palace, Empress Jiahe immediately punished Rong Ting by making him kneel in the courtyard for two days on the grounds that he was flamboyant and did not know how to be humble.
Whenever his back bent slightly, he would be beaten with a whip until his back straightened up.
The injury on his back required Rong Ting to lie down for half a month before it healed. When he went back to school, he fell behind in his studies.
Rong Ting went to tell others that the Queen had beaten him, but everyone around him thought that Queen Jiahe was decent, gentle and generous, and they all thought that Rong Ting was lying.
The queen has worn the mask of gentleness and propriety for too long, and she is good at winning people's hearts, so almost everyone believes her gentleness.
Later, the Grand Tutor resigned and moved to another place. The new Grand Tutor was replaced, and the Queen often asked for sick leave on behalf of Rong Ting. Rong Ting seldom went to school, and the new Grand Tutor had only seen him a few times.
No one in the palace ever said that Rong Ting was smart.
…
Jiang Rao sent Rong Ting back to the west of the city.
Rong Ting's gaze was fixed on the shadows of the two people beneath his feet.
The emotion in his eyes was so thick that it could almost become solid.
He once thought that this was the end of him, with his legs unable to walk, no one to save him and no one to pity him, sinking in endless darkness, never able to get out, and no one would shed a tear for him even if he died. In this vast world with countless living beings, he is always alone. There is no difference between being alive and being dead.
But this long night brought him the light.
When he saw her life hanging by a thread just now, he realized that there was someone in this world that he wanted to protect.
…
Put the capacity
After being sent back to the west of the city, Jiang Rao returned home.
From a distance, I could see her father and mother standing guard at the door.
Especially her father, who was like a stone waiting for his daughter, looking forward to her return. When he saw her return, he immediately came to her and asked, "Where have you been today? You came back so late."
Jiang Rao asked Jiang Ping to call the people in the mansion without telling her parents. She was the only legitimate daughter in the family and had the right to assign servants in the house, but she did not tell her parents for fear that they would stop her.
Especially this time, someone almost lost his life, I can’t talk about it. If she told her father, he would be angry just like the last time she left the city without permission.
She glanced at her father cautiously and said, "I came back from the west of the city."
"I said she went to the west of the city again, and you said it wasn't true!" Fourth Master Jiang turned his head to look at his wife, indignant, "I said Niannian's mind is now on that boy in the west of the city. I just had a long talk with her last night, and today she ran to the west of the city again. Hey! Hey! What I said is becoming less and less useful!"
The old father sighed twice, then suddenly ran to Jiang Rao, pulling her to look left and right, "Are you okay?"
Doubt slowly appeared on Jiang Rao's face.
Fourth Master Jiang said, "I had a nightmare last night. Although I can't remember the content of the dream, I think I dreamed of you. I'm really worried. What happened to you on this day?"
Jiang Rao suddenly felt guilty, "No."
Because of guilty conscience, the response was quick.
"If Daddy has a nightmare, will bad things happen?" Jiang Rao asked curiously.
Did she get her ability to predict her future events in her dreams from her father?
Jiang Qin said, "Don't pay attention to your father, he just loves to daydream."
"What nonsense?" Fourth Master Jiang began to protest, "I am teaching my daughter the rules. As a girl, she should be more reserved and not run around to other people all day. She should stay at home and wait for others to come to her."
It was all because he was too indulgent and taught his daughter to be unrestrained, so she didn't become the kind of lady who would stay at home and embroider all day long.
"Dad!" Jiang Rao listened to the meaning of her father's words, as if he misunderstood that she already had someone in her heart, "Don't always talk as if I want to get married. I have never thought about my own marriage."
Fourth Master Jiang snorted coldly, "Then you should go to the west of the city every day."
Jiang Rao explained helplessly, "I just saw that he lived alone, without any family members or servants to take care of him. He had a serious injury on his leg. He looked so pitiful. I just wanted to spend more time with him."
Jiang Qinshi also said: "My daughter is kind-hearted and feels sorry for the child. What's wrong with that?"
"only
Have pity on him? "Master Jiang Si felt a little calmer and said," There was an old father who was getting old and his daughter was out all day and didn't accompany him. It was very pitiful. ”
Jiang Rao: “…”
Her father had been in a bad mood one after another these days, and she had figured out what was going on.
She walked forward and hugged his arm flatteringly, "Daddy, do you want to paint today? Your daughter will grind it for you."
Fourth Master Jiang was satisfied, "Not so pitiful anymore."
…
Night has fallen.
West of the city.
Although Jiang Rao sent people, they were sent to the back of the house by Rong Ting.
A servant asked Jiang Ping, "The young lady asked us to be responsible for the safety of the young master, but he said no, what should we do if something happens?"
Jiang Ping said: "I saw that the young master looked a little pale and sick, but his posture was upright. He didn't look like he was about to rot and look decadent like other patients."
At most, her face is a little bit dull, but she is still incredibly beautiful.
"Maybe he can handle it himself." Jiang Ping said, "We will just wait outside, and rush in if we hear anything wrong. We won't let him get into trouble, and we will definitely be able to report to the girl."
Inside the room, a charcoal fire was burning in the stove. The firewood was burning vigorously, casting two shadows on the white wall.
A figure was hanging high on the beam.
It’s the assassin in blue.
Another figure separated him from the other end of the room.
Rong Ting sat by the fire.
The firelight made his face dim and bright.
Holding a dagger in his hand, he wiped the blood off it slowly and leisurely.
The assassin's two arms were tied and hung on the beam. Blood seeped through the cloth and red blood dripped down. His jaw was dislocated and could not be reattached. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he could not make a sound despite the pain.
The back of the dagger gradually became clean and bright. Rong Ting played with it for a few times. His beautiful but cold-blooded eyes were reflected on the cold blade. He turned around, looked at the assassin, and said, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you are willing to answer, nod. If you are not willing..."
He raised his eyebrows, "I injured your chin this morning, and just tore your tendons. You can neither live nor die. If you don't want to answer, I have other ways to torture you."
There was a half-smile on his face and his tone was threatening, but because of his pretty face and clear pupils, he looked like a born naughty child who did all kinds of evil. Evil soul, innocent appearance.
"Answer?" Rong Ting asked the first question.
The assassins cried "woooo" a few times.
He now wants to die.
I want to die quickly and painlessly, and don't want to suffer any more.
Seeing that he didn't nod his head but just yelled "woo woo", Rong Ting narrowed his eyes unhappily, "You want her life, I will definitely take your life."
"If you want to die, there's no need to rush." He rubbed the cold blade of the dagger with his fingertips, handed it forward, put it against the cheek of the assassin, and patted it, "When I ask what I want to know, I will personally send you off."
Let him die in extreme pain, so as to avenge him for injuring her with a hidden weapon.
…
Everyone has weaknesses and times when their willpower is weak.
Whether they can be judged depends on who is more ruthless.
Four days later, in the morning
This was the first time Rong Ting had stepped out of the house in four days.
He was covered in a faint smell of blood, and in his hand was a letter with the handprint of a dead soldier pressed on it.
Send it to the post station and mail it to Jinling.
The queen wanted to find out who was helping him.
Then let him, the real recipient of the gift, tell her.
…
Nanny Ji hurried into Jinxiu Palace.
She just heard a piece of news that the Fourth Master Jiang of the Jiang family is now in Yecheng!
They waited in the capital for many days, but there was no news brought back by the death squad sent to Yecheng. They didn't know what happened in Yecheng. Seeing that Empress Jiahe was almost going crazy, they suddenly got this news. Nanny Ji hurried back to tell the Empress.
Maybe it was the Fourth Master Jiang who secretly helped the Ninth Prince and hindered them.
Nanny Ji walked hurriedly into the Jinxiu Palace, only to see the Queen with a gloomy face and a letter in her hand.
Aunt Ji said, "My Lady!"
The sound brought the Queen back to her senses from her shock. She turned her head and saw Nanny Ji coming. However, unlike usual, she did not hand the letter to Nanny Ji without any precautions. Instead, she crumpled up the letter and quickly put it aside.
When he looked at Nanny Ji, there was a suspicion in his eyes that he had never had before.
Nanny Ji was the most senior servant beside the Queen and the person the Queen trusted the most. But now, when the Queen thought about the contents of the letter, she suddenly became wary for no reason.
The letter said that the person who secretly helped Rong Ting was none other than Nanny Ji, whom she trusted the most!
If it was just an ordinary letter, the Queen would definitely not believe it.
But at the end of the letter, there was a picture of her Xu family's assassin, with a bloody palm print left by the assassin who was sent out, and the scar was in exactly the same position.
The letter said that there was another heavy snowfall in Yecheng, and the assassin could not rush back, so he had to send a letter back to remind her to be careful of the people around her.
The Queen suddenly became suspicious of Nanny Ji and asked in a cold voice, "Why are you so anxious?"
Nanny Ji said happily: "I just went to inquire and found out some things."
"Let's talk about it."
"Do you remember Fourth Master Jiang from the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion?"
Empress Jiahe frowned, "The one who has been traveling outside and never returned to the capital?"
"That's right." Nanny Ji leaned over and whispered, "I heard from you that he is in Yecheng right now."
Queen Jiahe's expression changed slightly.
Madam Ji smiled, "I think he is helping the Ninth Prince."
Empress Jiahe was unsure whether she should believe it or not.
If it weren't for 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. It was said that Fourth Master Jiang of the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion was a free-spirited person who had no interest in power at all. If he was someone who liked to live a stable life and didn't want to get into trouble, he wouldn't have gone to travel outside Jinling for fear that the burden of the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion would fall on him.
With this kind of personality, it doesn't look like someone who would meddle in other people's affairs.
Seeing Empress Jiahe frowning, Nanny Ji asked, "Are you worried that Fourth Master Jiang will be difficult to deal with?"
Deep wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes, and the light in her eyes gathered viciousness. "Don't worry about that. Although Jiang Xingzhou is very wealthy, he has been away from Jinling for so many years and has no connections or power. If you want to rest easy, you'd rather kill him by mistake than let him go."
Empress Jiahe felt even more uncomfortable after hearing this.
After reading the letter, she listened to Nanny Ji's words with a critical attitude, thinking that she was too arbitrary.
We just know that Jiang Xingzhou is in Yecheng, how can we say that he is the one who tripped them up?
If she was mistaken, Emperor Zhaowu liked Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and paintings so much. If she offended Jiang Xingzhou, wouldn't she be offending the emperor?
By now, Empress Jiahe had gradually begun to believe what was said in the letter!
Aunt Ji might have really betrayed her!
She tightened her lips, forced a smile, looked at Aunt Ji, and pretended to listen to her words, "Thank you for your hard work, Aunt."
Although she was smiling, her eyes were coldly moving towards Madam Ji. "Madam, you have been taking care of all the big and small things these days. It's really hard. Is there anything you want?"
Upon hearing this, Nanny Ji showed some joy on her face, "My nephew will take the imperial examination in a few days, but he is a bit of a jerk and refuses to study hard. However, there is a child in the same class with him who is very talented in writing..."
At this point, Empress Jiahe understood what she meant, and the smile on her face turned cold. "The emperor attaches great importance to this year's imperial examination. If you want to secretly replace the test paper, it may not be that easy."
This is a rejection.
Nanny Ji's joyful smile froze on her face.
She said hurriedly: "I don't ask for much, just that my grandson can pass the examination and become a scholar."
The Queen shook her head slightly.
Since she was already suspicious of Nanny Ji, she didn't want to give her any sweet benefits that would require her to take the slightest risk.
She even wanted to get rid of Nanny Ji.
But Nanny Ji has been with her for too long, knows too many things about her, and has helped her contact too many people. One move can affect the entire body, so she has to take her time before finding someone who can replace her.
The Empress said, "Madam, please understand that this is difficult to achieve. Later, you can go to the steward and get a set of golden branches and emerald green hairpins as a gift to your future daughter-in-law. It is also a token of my love."
Nanny Ji could barely hold back the smile on her face.
She had clearly heard that in the last imperial examination, the Empress helped the child of a first-rank official to swap the test papers with someone else, and that uneducated idiot ended up being ranked among the top three!
The Queen clearly saw her as a mere servant and therefore refused to help.
After reading the letter, not only did Empress Jiahe become disloyal, but Nanny Ji also became dissatisfied with her.
There was a complete rift between the master and the servant.
After Nanny Ji left, Empress Jiahe immediately took out the letter from Yecheng and wrote furiously.
This time she did not ask Nanny Ji to do it, but instead asked a palace maid to send the letter out.
…
Rong Ting read the letter and replied.
The corners of his lips curved into a faint smile.
The fish is hooked.
The Queen Mother hopes that her assassins can find out who the officials in Yecheng are who should have been on her side but were actually colluding with Nanny Li.
He kept the letter carefully as evidence for future confrontation, and wrote a reply on a piece of letter paper that already had the assassin's bloody handprint on it.
After writing the letter, Rong Ting opened the door.
After opening the windows for two days to let in some air, the bloody smell in the house has faded today and is almost undetectable.
Rong Ting thought about it and decided to invite Jiang Rao to come today.
He hadn't seen her for several days.
Just thinking of her, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes that he had not even noticed.
He sent the servants of the Jiang family outside the house back.
As for the cause of death of the assassin, Rong Ting told Jiang Rao that it was because he failed to keep a close eye on him, allowing him to find an opportunity to commit suicide.
The assassin was going to commit suicide if he failed to complete the task assigned by his master. Jiang Rao didn't think much about it and believed him.
Even change
A sigh of relief.
She always felt that letting the assassin and Rong Ting be in the same room, a patient and a well-trained assassin, with such a huge disparity in strength, was too dangerous for the frail Rong Ting.
Since the assassin had committed suicide, she didn't have to worry anymore.
…
Before inviting Jiang Rao, Rong Ting went to Miao Food Pavilion again.
He gradually got to know her taste - she liked sweets, but she preferred the kind with a hint of other flavors in the sweetness, such as sour or spicy. She would feel sick of just sweetness.
The boss of Miao Food Court already recognized Rong Ting, a regular customer, and asked, "Are you here again?"
Compared to the first time he entered the store and was completely confused, looking at the plums and snacks in the cabinet as if they were enemies, Rong Ting now recognizes everything in the store.
After buying the snacks, the owner of the Miao Food Court asked him, "Young Master, you look much better. Is your leg injury feeling better?"
Rong Ting's expression changed slightly, and he said vaguely: "It will take some time."
In the morning, he was able to stand up and walk without any support, although the farthest he could take was only two steps, but it was much better than before.
But there is no need to tell these to irrelevant people.
A body that looks extremely weak is actually the best cover for ambition.
Rong Ting left Miao Food Pavilion and headed to the medical clinic.
Go let the old doctor see to what extent his leg injury has recovered.
After arriving at the clinic, the old doctor took a small wooden hammer and tapped Rong Ting's legs. After a while, he sighed, "Dr. Ren is indeed a miracle doctor."
"I could never come up with this prescription in my lifetime." He glanced at Rong Ting, "But you've suffered."
The prescription given by Doctor Ren could cure the leg injury, but the medicines he gave would all bring other symptoms, causing people to have splitting headaches at night and excruciating pain.
But there was never any sign of suffering on this young boy's face.
Although she is beautiful, she has a tough personality.
"No wonder that little girl likes you so much."
Rong Ting raised his eyelids slightly, "Hmm?"
"It's the little girl who was lighting lanterns with you on the Suzaku Bridge."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, but said: "Old sir, you misunderstood."
The old doctor shook his head and said, "She had been asking me about you for a long time. If you were there, you would know. When she heard that your leg injury was serious, her eyes were wet, as if she was about to cry."
Rong Ting held his breath slightly.
Seeing that he seemed to be unconvinced, the old doctor said with a "tsk", "Why are young people nowadays so timid?"
"If you
If you don't believe what I say, as someone who has been through this, I'll teach you a method. Just stare at the girl you like for a little longer. If the girl blushes and shyly avoids you, instead of slapping you or calling you a hooligan, then there's a good chance you'll succeed. ”
Rong Ting didn't answer for a long while, and he didn't know whether he had heard it or not.
Until half an hour later
Rong Ting slowly raised his head and said, "Thank you, old doctor."
The old doctor said generously, "No need to thank me."
He couldn't help but recall the past.
When he tried this method...
The old doctor touched his wrinkled cheek.
Who doesn't have a romantic and dashing past?
There's nothing to brag about.
Just thinking about it makes my face hurt a little.
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Rong Ting left the clinic.
The streets were bustling with people, as if something big had happened.
People were running towards the city gate.
Rong Ting frowned and heard someone shouting on the street
"It's unblocked! It's unblocked!"
"Yecheng has been unsealed!" The old butler of the Jiang family hurried into the study of Mr. Jiang Si.
Fourth Master Jiang looked up from his desk, feeling somewhat surprised.
Finally I can take Nian Nian away!
He finally didn't have to be angry about that brat from the west of the city anymore.
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