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Chapter 10
Jiang Rao was simply flattered and shook her head.
She was holding two plums, and in front of him, she did not dare to be greedy to ask for another one, so she obediently took it and said, "It's not bitter anymore."
Nodding and saying no bitterness ended up being 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.
...
An hour ago, Miao Shi Pavilion.
Rong Ting turned his wheelchair and came here.
Yesterday, Jiang Rao's appearance after drinking the medicine, let him know that she is a person who can't bear hardship.
It was just a bowl of medicine, and his face was wrinkled into small walnuts.
He took this to heart, but because he never liked sweets and didn't know which sweets tasted good, he frowned and looked at the various preserved fruit desserts placed in the cabinet for a long time.
He was clearly looking at some simple and cute desserts, but his eyes seemed to be dealing with some terrifying problem.
Replacing the shopkeeper's recommendation saved him the difficulty of making a choice, and Rong Ting chose the sweetest of plums to leave.
Guests in wheelchairs are always more conspicuous than others.
Wang Zhou bought himself some medicine from the pharmacy, and saw the figure of Rong Ting who entered the Miao Shi Pavilion at a glance.
He frowned in confusion, then hid in the corner and kept his eyes on Miao Shi Pavilion.
When Rong Ting came out with a bag of plums, Wang Zhou's heart suddenly became unbalanced.
Miaoshi Pavilion is the best dim sum restaurant in Yecheng, and he has never entered it once.
Now that he was severely injured, he had to spend all the money on his body to get medicine, and he was destitute, not to mention buying snacks.
He was living in poverty, but Rong Ting was comfortable.
But thinking about it carefully, he frowned fiercely.
Where did Rong Ting get the money?
He clearly only left eight hundred texts for Rong Ting.
Eight hundred words, barely enough for him, how could he have spare money to buy snacks?
Wang Zhou frowned and thought about it. Although Jiang Rao always came to help Rong Ting, he had never seen her leave money for him.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he turned his head back to the west of the city.
The hut in the west of the city is now empty.
Wang Zhou squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes. He got into Rong Ting's room and rummaged through the boxes to find it.
The furnishings in this room are pitiful, and after a while, Wang Zhou pulled out a small box from the bottom of the bed.
Wang Zhou weighed the weight of the box. It felt heavy in his hand, and felt that something was wrong. When he opened it, he saw the contents inside, but he was stunned that the box contained sixteen taels of silver.
The silver with the Jinling silver number printed on the bottom is rarely seen in Ye City.
These sixteen taels of silver are clearly the ones that he was stolen by thieves on the road not long ago!
Wang Zhou was overjoyed.
But along with the ecstasy of what was lost and found, at the same time came a chill that sent a chill down his spine.
Since this money is here with Rong Ting, then last month he stole his monthly money... Rong Ting already knew.
Maybe this year, all his actions have not been hidden from him at all.
Like an invisible thin thread sticking out of the air, it wrapped around his neck and tightened it, causing Wang Zhou to suffocate for a while.
Since Rong Ting already knew it, why didn't he come to confront him?
For such a long time, Rong Ting has clearly not had any abnormality.
He couldn't hold back, what was he waiting for?
The realization that the handle was in someone else's hands made Wang Zhou extremely anxious, even angry, and his eyes reddened.
In his eyes, Rong Ting was a weak and dying person who could be manipulated by others.
But at this moment, he faintly realized that this young man's age seems to be a little deep.
He obviously already knew what he did, and if he were an ordinary person, he would have come to him to argue with him for a long time.
But he never showed the slightest anger on his face, maybe he was restrained in his heart, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to put him to death!
There is his own brother-in-law in the yamen. If he goes to the yamen to sue the official, it will definitely be useless, but what if he goes to another place?
Wang Zhou's body trembled suddenly.
He was taken aback by the sudden conjecture in his heart.
His sudden evil was born from his courage, and there was a desperate cruelty in his eyes.
...
After that, Wang Zhou has been picking up firewood.
Inside and outside Rong Ting's house, several high stacks were piled up.
On the first day, Wang Zhou was picking up firewood.
The next day, after Wang Zhou put down the wood he picked up in his hand, he turned his dark eyes around the narrow room, brought another barrel of oil, and hid it in his room.
On the third day, he received monthly money from the master's house, bought a drug, and stayed on the street until late at night, constantly playing with a scythe for making a fire.
It was not until night fell that he returned to the west of the city.
Outside Rong Ting's house, Wang Zhou first used a bamboo pipe to blow the smoke of the flaming drug into it, and then sneaked back into his house.
He took the oil barrel out, tiptoed, and
The oil was splashed on the outer wall of the room, and the scythe was used to light the firewood piled up outside the room.
Immediately, flames spread all around.
The flaming tongues of fire were gradually blown into a terrifying shape by the north wind, and with their teeth and claws, they tore a corner of the dark night, leaving a sea of flames within a few miles around the hut in the west of the city.
The fire was dazzling, Jiang Rao rubbed her eyes, woke up from the dream, and there seemed to be a fire that was pouring into the sky in her dream.
Her heart was in severe pain, and she did not see in her dream whether Rong Ting was rescued, but only saw a sea of fire.
Ming Shao came over with water and wiped Jiang Rao's face, "Why did the girl sweat so much last night? But the charcoal fire in the house is too strong?
"There's no need to reduce the charcoal fire." Jiang Rao pinched her palms, her delicate brows knitted together, thinking of the monstrous fire in her dream, she said uncomfortably, "I had a dream, and the dream caught fire."
"Dry and dry in winter, it is indeed easy to catch fire, but don't worry, girl, there are always servants on duty at night, and it will never catch fire."
Ming Shao calmed down with a soft voice, but Jiang Rao's face sank.
Her mind slowly woke up from the fog of her first awakening, and a wave of anger rushed to her heart. She did not expect that Wang Zhou would dare to set fire to kill!
After a brief grooming, she immediately found a few servants over and ordered them to quietly go to the west of the city to watch.
She wanted to catch Wang Zhou when he set fire to him.
She thought that after giving Wang Zhou a lesson last time, Wang Zhou would be able to restrain himself, but she forgot that evil has no bottom line.
The more Jiang Rao thought about it, the more angry she felt, and the more she thought about it, the more wrong she felt.
The concubine's side is as small as the living expenses, as large as the servants and servants, and it is often set by the mistress.
To what extent did the mistress hate Rong Ting to find such a villain as a servant for him?
Why doesn't his father care?
Jiang Rao let out a dull sigh, feeling dull and annoyed, her chest was burning with anger, and she couldn't hold back at all.
The more thought about it, the more felt that catching Wang Zhou's current situation and sending him to the government would not be enough to relieve his anger.
This kind of bully who seeks money and kills people's lives is obviously more than a victim.
Jiang Rao raised her cheeks and frowned for a while, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
She called Jiang Ping over and ordered a few words.
Seeing the back of Jiang Ping walking out the door, the feeling of suffocation in her heart became lighter.
It's just that there was a bit of anger in her eyes, annoyed, her little hands clenched into fists.
Don't wait until you see the wicked get what they deserve
In the end, the anger in her heart couldn't go away at all, and she unconsciously regarded the table in front of her as Wang Zhou, and smashed it twice.
...
Wang Zhou didn't know that Jiang Rao knew about his plan, and he didn't know that all his actions were being watched.
He thought that his plan was perfect, and he was calculating step by step to burn Rong Ting to death in the fire.
But he wasn't going to set the fire tonight.
He was anxiously waiting for the arrival in three days.
Rong Ting's death means that his fortune is also cut off. Wang Zhou is greedy and has a good plan in his heart, thinking that the murder can be put in three days.
Three days later, he can go to the local treasury again, and wait until the master's family sends him Rong Ting's monthly money.
At that time, Rong Ting's monthly money will be used to buy a scythe to set fire to the fire. It is cold and dry in winter, which is the season that is easy to catch fire. At that time, he will describe Rong Ting's death as his own burning wood at night and accidentally set the house on fire. Clear your own guilt.
If he waited for Rong Ting to die, he would rush into the sea of fire again and pretend to rescue Rong Ting's body, earning a reputation as a "loyal guardian of the Lord", maybe there would be a reward from the Lord's family to promote him to the house in Jinling. do things in.
Wang Zhou was complacent and went into the house with a bundle of firewood in his arms.
As far as the front is concerned, Wang Zhou would only go to his house to collect firewood and burn fire to keep him warm, regardless of whether Rong Ting was cold or warm, dead or alive.
He transported the firewood to the outside of the house, chose a place that was sheltered from the wind and put it down easily, and saw Rong Ting's back through the window.
Rong Ting was sitting at the table, as if he was pounding something, and there was a bang bang in the air.
Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes and walked in, and saw Rong Ting pounding medicine with a pestle.
There is a square on hand.
Recipe for removing bruises.
Wang Zhou sneered in his heart, anyway, after only three days, he was a dead person, and now it's ridiculous to see him trying to cure himself.
Carefully glanced at the recipe, but it was for women.
He frowned, as if he understood something, "The medicine you are pounding is not for that eldest lady, right?"
Rong Ting remained silent, a thin layer of sweat was covering his white jade-like forehead.
Wang Zhou was a little angry when he looked at him without saying a word. With such a dead person, he even thought of plotting against him? Instead of having to be sent by him to see the King of Hell!
He stretched out his hand and flicked away the bluestone mortar on the table. The stone tool fell heavily on the ground and cracked with a click. Wang Zhou mocked: "My eldest lady, you are only rich, what good medicine can't be used? You? When she would like something worthless like you?"
Rong Ting's hand holding the pestle slowly froze.
But he quickly pounded the medicine again, as if he hadn't heard Wang Zhou's words.
"Even if she goes out to find medicine for you, what does that mean? People are just kind. Don't be like a lost wild dog. If someone gives you a piece of meat, you will stick to it."
Wang Zhou was ignored by him and became more and more annoyed.
"Besides, you are a cripple, no matter how good you are to her, in addition to pity you, can she like you in exchange?"
His eyes swept across Rong Ting's legs on the wheelchair, and he sneered contemptuously, "With a broken leg, what kind of man is it? That little girl is so tender that she can squeeze out the water, and she will grow back in the future. , you have to be a country and a city, how can you find a lame like you, anyway, you have to find someone with a strong body like me, in exchange for her-"
In an instant, the pestle fell from the table and the movement was mixed with the sound of fighting. The sharp movement of the table against the ground pierced the eardrums. Wang Zhou was squeezed by his neck and pushed to the wall. He was completely speechless, and his back was against the wall. face, his face turned blue.
He didn't even have time to see what Rong Ting was doing, so he was strangled by his neck and pressed against the wall. Another dagger was pressed against the side of his neck, and the tip of the knife stuck to the skin of his neck. A little further forward would cut through the blood vessels in his neck.
The icy luster on the dagger's face reflected Wang Zhou's trembling chin.
He lost his voice, wrapped Rong Ting's right arm around his neck with both hands and wanted to move it away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move Rong Ting's arm at all.
Obviously he was just a teenager who was half a head shorter than him, and he was dragging two disabled legs, but he was completely unable to match his one-handed strength! The more he resisted, the tighter he squeezed!
Rong Ting's eyes were filled with ruthless killing intent, the slender fingers holding the dagger pressed slightly, and the tip of the knife slowly seeped into Wang Zhou's skin.
Around the tip of the knife, a small drop of blood condensed.
Wang Zhou's legs softened, and the urge to urinate went straight down the road, and he froze and did not dare to move.
Rong Ting's beautiful face was stained with a few drops of blood that had just splattered from Wang Zhou's neck.
The ends of his long and narrow eyes were dyed three-point red at the same time, and his face was unbelievably gorgeous, but his eyes were as fierce as a blade, and he stared coldly, like an Asura evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell, his fingers tightened, making Wang Zhou's face pale.Zhang Qing, "Have you forgotten, who is the master?"