Chapter 125

Jing Liangtu nestled in place, trying to use his body to curl up to relieve the pain in his abdomen.

Leading him to endure the cramps in his abdomen, don't know how long it took, the severe pain finally disappeared slowly, at least, it was no longer so difficult.

Fortunately, this pain comes and goes quickly.

Fortunately, it has nothing to do with the poison he gave.

Jing Liangtu breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Looking up again, Wu Qing's expression is not so relaxed.

Because he acted like he was dying!!!

He has even picked up the communicator, ready to perform a crazy serial call to the doctor in a hurry!!!

Wu Qing, open your eyes wide and take a look!I'm fine!Don't waste medical resources!

Jing Liangtu raised his hand and held down his wrist, raised his eyes, and looked directly at Wu Qing's reddened eyes, soothingly said: "Master, I'm fine, you don't need to call a doctor, just...Well."

Obviously, Wu Qing was not convinced by his words. On the contrary, he acted as if he felt that every word he said next was his last words, and even covered his mouth, not allowing him to finish the following words.

Jing Liangtu, whose microphone was forcibly shut down: "?"

He winked at Wu Qing with his flexible eyes, expecting him to understand his thoughts.

But Wu Qing obviously didn't have such a tacit understanding with him, instead he used the communicator to contact the doctor and ordered him to come over within ten minutes.

Seeing Wu Qing who had already arranged everything, Jing Liangtu even choked up while being moved.

No, don't have the right to speak?

A few minutes later, Jing Liangtu lay expressionlessly in Wu Qing's room.

Question: What if there is a boss who cares too much about his right to life and health?

Answer: Hush, don't talk, fish with peace of mind, and don't disappoint the boss' kindness.

In order not to arouse the duke's suspicion, the doctor came in secretly.

This doctor is a middle-aged man over half a century old. After greeting Wu Qing, he raised his glasses and took out his medical kit. There was no smile on his face, and he looked majestic.

He looked at this Wu Qing, who had never cared about anyone since he was a child, was holding the patient's hand tightly, his eyes were half red, as if the patient he was going to treat next was dying.

This is definitely not a good thing, at least for him.

He inexplicably thought of what would happen to the imperial physician in the palace after he could not heal the emperor's concubine.

In case it is really a terminal illness, will he have to say later, "Forgive me for my incompetence, I really can't do anything, please forgive me for my life"

After Wu Qing retreated to the side, the doctor began to look serious and raised his hand to check Jing Liangtu's condition.

Jing Liangtu behaved very well, he just said the symptoms when he asked about the symptoms, and stretched his wrist if he wanted to check the pulse. It felt like this doctor was playing like an old Chinese doctor.

What is this called? The essence of medicine is to return to basics?

Eventually, the diagnosis came in.

Seeing Wu Qing's tense expression, the doctor didn't know what DNA was moving, but he deliberately let him down, as if he wanted to say something or not, and he wanted to die.

After all, Wu Qing was extremely uncooperative when he was treating patients when he was a child. The doctor was tortured by him when he was young. Over the years, his hair became less and his breath was not smooth. In the end, although he became a Buddha, he also lost weight.

He is going to take revenge today!

Jing Liangtu couldn't understand why this middle-aged doctor was so naive, so he just watched him act without saying a word.

If it wasn't for him knowing that he was fine, and seeing this doctor put so much effort into acting, he might really be afraid that his next sentence would be "you can eat whatever you want in the future".

I saw the doctor frowned and sighed sometimes, and the final diagnosis was—intestinal dysfunction, it doesn’t matter, just take care of it.

Wu Qing: "..."

Jing Liangtu: "..."

this one?

Looking at Wu Qing revealed a

With an unbelievable expression, Jing Liangtu felt a little aggrieved.

I clearly wanted to tell you that it was not serious from the very beginning, but look at you, you have to make such a fuss.

But this can't be blamed on Wu Qing.

After all, he was the one who saw Xia Ta poisoning with his own eyes, so God knows how frightened he was when he saw Xia Ta was the one who finally drank that cup of tea.

But why Xia Ta didn't respond?

Did he take the antidote beforehand or...

It's just that he has no way of guessing the rest.

Although it was a false alarm, Wu Qing was not as calm as he appeared. In fact, his heart is still hanging in the air, as if what happened later has no sense of reality.

Because after all, the same thing may happen once, or it may happen a second time.

As long as the hatred is still there, Xia Ta will never stop, and the Duke will keep staring at him until he shows his feet, and then kill him quickly.

After all, after getting along for so long, Jing Liangtu knew that Xia Ta would never give up easily.

But as long as he doesn't give up, all kinds of dangers will surround him. Sooner or later, this kind of danger and threat will destroy him to nothing.

He has seen his father's methods before, although he is usually indifferent, but at critical moments, his style of doing things is often more ruthless than anyone else.

That's why he was able to destroy Xia Ta's family in one fell swoop.

The competition between these two people is bound to end in a disastrous defeat for one of them, or for both of them.

Wu Qing did not want to see such an ending.

He stands in the game, but also outside the game, everything seems to be irreversible according to his will, he can't convince his father, and he can't influence Xia Ta's will.

But he couldn't just watch all this happen, just like his wish at the time, he hoped that Xia Ta could stay by his side for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, no matter how noisy the world around him is, no matter how bright his future is, his soul tells him that as long as there is no such person around him, he will still return to the lifeless state he once was.

He could have an infinite future, but without any one of them, this so-called future would no longer be meaningful.

Thinking of this, an idea slowly formed in his mind.

If you can't change their minds...

Then he simply don't start for one, don't stop for two, ruin this game of chess.

In the afternoon of the next day, everything went on as usual, and nothing changed.

Of course, it is only a false appearance that hides under the peace.

Because Jing Liangtu found that it was extremely difficult for him to manipulate his diet.

I don't know who ordered it, since he came to the kitchen, there are always people around him who are greeting him, chatting about family affairs, and making jokes, but no matter what he does, the most direct purpose is to make Jing Liangtu unable to stay here alonespace.

Jing Liangtu catered to them on the surface, chatting with them as if nothing happened, but he knew in his heart that this was just spying on him in disguise.

Failed once, failed twice, Jing Liangtu's mood became more and more irritable, and the smile on his face became more and more unbearable, and he even wondered whether he should simply take the lead.

No... can't be impulsive.

Jing Liangtu comforted himself, forcibly suppressing the irritability in his heart.

The afternoon tea this time was non-toxic and pollution-free. Looking at the Duke's reassuring gaze, Jing Liangtu probably understood who was sending someone to watch him.

This means that his current task has entered a bottleneck stage.

If the duke had always been vigilant against him as he is now, then his future tasks would be very difficult.

Maybe every day from now on, he will not be able to poison their meals according to the plan, and his mission in this world will also fail. He has been a laborer for so long in vain.

What is the most painful thing about a worker is that you work crazy overtime and work that consumes your life, but in the end you can’t get what belongs to you.

own overtime pay.

The more he thinks like this, the more depressed Jing Liangtu becomes, but he still has to put on a respectful look and maintain a false peace.

After coming out of the Duke's room, Jing Liangtu sat down on the sofa in the lounge, made a cup of coffee, raised his eyebrows, and drank it carelessly.

At this moment, he heard footsteps appearing at the door of the lounge very clearly.

Jing Liangtu raised his eyes and saw the familiar figure.

Wu Qing came to him with a calm face and asked, "Are you free this afternoon?"

Jing Liangtu was feeling a little bored, and his tone was perfunctory: "I'm free, what's the matter?"

However, Wu Qing obviously didn't care much about these things. He glanced down at the coffee in Jing Liangtu's hand, then quickly looked away, and said in a business-like way, "Please help me buy something this afternoon."

The more important point of purchasing is indeed the responsibility of the housekeeper. Although Jing Liangtu was a little anxious, he still said professionally: "Okay, young master, what do you need to buy?"

Wu Qing handed him the list he had already made in his hand.

Jing Liangtu raised his hand to take it, and found that most of the words in it were precious gemstones or expensive wines.

These things are not only far away, but they are also scattered widely, which seems to be embarrassing him.

Maybe it's because he hasn't felt sorry for himself since he had a good relationship with Wu Qing, and now when he encounters this troublesome thing, Jing Liangtu feels a faint flash of disappointment in his heart.

However, he was not so narcissistic that he thought that the master should take care of such a humble housekeeper like him. Since he had to get this salary, he really couldn't complain about taking on the corresponding work.

What's more, now that the protagonist knows that he is going to harm their family, it is understandable that his attitude towards him has plummeted.

Without much time to be sad, Jing Liangtu returned to his usual smiling appearance, and respectfully said: "Good young master, but these things are not very easy to buy, it may take a long time, please wait patiently."

After finishing speaking, he put down the coffee in his hand, went back to the room, changed his clothes for going out, packed up and prepared to go out.

Seeing the back of Jing Liangtu leaving, Wu Qing poured the leftover coffee Jing Liangtu drank into the trash can, then went to the coffee machine and replaced the coffee beans in it.

It's just that Jing Liangtu, who had already left the house, couldn't notice all of this.

There is a special means of transportation in the mansion, which is convenient for this kind of time.

Jing Liangtu sat in the car unhappily, raised his hand and closed the door, and briefly explained to the driver: "Go to Dongcheng."

The car started quickly, Jing Liangtu rested his elbows on the side of the car window, watching the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window, after he calmed down, the doubts in his heart began to gradually enlarge.

Wu Qing has no interest in such things as gems and famous wines, why should he be asked to buy these things today?

Was it intentional to dismiss him or...

Jing Liangtu couldn't figure out the rest.

Because slowly, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his consciousness was becoming more and more drowsy, as if a big hand was dragging him into the quagmire.

This is very strange, he had enough sleep last night, and he was full of energy before going out, why he feels so sleepy now.

This state is not normal, absolutely not normal.

Did he eat anything he shouldn't have today?

The unhappiness in my heart became more and more obvious, and it has almost reached a level that cannot be ignored.

He glanced out the window, forced himself to sit up straight, put his hands on the driver's seat, and asked drowsily, "Where are you going?"

Just now, he suddenly realized that this direction is not Dongcheng at all!

The driver's voice was low: "Housekeeper, go to sleep for a while, we will arrive when you wake up."

Such words are not consoling to Jing Liangtu.

He wanted to force the driver to stop, but he couldn't exert all his strength, he was limp, and he felt that the current self might not be able to beat a child.

stopping the driver

After failing, he slumped back to the chair weakly. This time, the seat belt on the rear seat was activated automatically, binding his body and arms tightly.

Jing Liangtu: "..."

In the high-tech era, don't you even have to manually fasten your seat belt?

Eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, Jing Liangtu pinched his flesh with all his strength, trying to wake himself up a little.

The driver seemed to have noticed Jing Liangtu's stubborn resistance through the rearview mirror, pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

Jing Liangtu quickly caught this key word.

"We", what "we"?

Does he have accomplices?

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but his energy was not allowed. After his heavy eyelids finally closed, Jing Liangtu finally couldn't control himself anymore, and fell backwards in this perilous carriage, losing consciousness.