"Don't let me know any more," the muscles on the boy's arm were obviously bulging out of anger, but he spoke in a more relaxed manner, biting every word with a clear and serious tone, his voice hoarse. Dim, "You have coveted her."

"Otherwise, next time," he said, the blade in his hand sent two more points forward, "the knife won't just drill so shallow."

Although he didn't die, blood gurgled out from the wound on Wang Zhou's neck.

Rong Ting let go of his hand, and his eyes fluttered towards the direction of the firewood stacking outside the window, "Don't think I don't know about your recent movements."

Not suing the official is just because the people in the yamen were bought by the queen, and they will not accept his complaint at all.

Letting him dance is just to confuse the Queen's side.

If it wasn't for Wang Zhou's words that irritated him today, he would instead want to keep holding back, watching Wang Zhou think he was right, and perform some crappy tactics in front of him that could be seen through at a glance.

It's a pity that he is not in the mood to tease the mouse today.

Rong Ting leaned over, picked up the medicine pestle and mortar on the ground, and sat back in the wheelchair. Although his legs were in severe pain from the force just now, his face was as normal and his sitting posture was stable.

He continued to pound his medicine, recalling what he saw yesterday, the black green patch on the back of Jiang Rao's neck.

The purple-blue, palm-sized black-green, reflected on her fresh snow-like skin, was too dazzling.

He lowered his eyes, pounding the medicine seriously.

His murderous aura subsided, the sunlight outside the window reflected on his slender back, the years were quiet, and he became that sickly and powerless beauty again.

Wang Zhou clutched the wound on his neck, leaned against the wall, stood with trembling legs, gasping for breath, but looked at Rong Ting like a monster.

He is brute force, from childhood to adulthood, he has always been the only one who bullied others.

If it wasn't for the wound on his neck really hurting, he even thought it was just a dream.

Wang Zhou trembled when he thought that the disabled person in front of him was such a hidden and vicious character.

As if running for his life, he staggered out of the house, looking at the blood on his hands, his hands trembled and he couldn't stop.

The ** that killed Rong Ting became stronger.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.

...

Rong Ting pounded the medicine.

He rolled up his sleeves, and there were deep or shallow scars on his firm forearm, and thin sweat gathered in the muscle lines that became clear when he raised his hand.

He slowly put the medicine powder into the oil-paper medicine bag,

The corners of his lips were vague, and there was a steady smile that he had never noticed himself.

But suddenly, Rong Ting's movements slowed down, stagnant, and the slight smile on his lips disappeared.

He held the medicine bag and lowered his eyes silently.

Will she need something like this?

Now that his leg injury has begun to improve, there is no longer a shortage of rice, noodles, and firewood at home. When the rice and noodles are all available, and the heating stove has not been extinguished, everything is like a dream, moving in a good direction.

All this was brought by her.

Rong Ting felt at a loss for a while.

in fear.

I am afraid that what he will gradually sink into is a fantasy that will end. Obviously, he is the poor bastard who is not cared for by anyone, and who is insulted and bullied, but he regards the kindness that a person may withdraw at any time as eternal warmth, to covet and believe.

She was only good to him because of temporary guilt, and he couldn't let himself sink too deep.

After a long while, Rong Ting finally made a move.

He controlled the wheelchair and entered the hospital.

With a long arm raised, the oil paper bag was lifted high and overturned.

The end of the medicine swelled, got out from the mouth of the bag, and poured down.

After a while, they all drifted away.

Rong Ting didn't even look at it, he went back to the house and threw the empty paper bag into the fire.

The flames ignited in an instant, lengthening his shadow on the ground.

The lonely shadow, reflected on the gray ground, swayed slightly with the jump of the firelight.

He wrapped himself back into that thick, hard shell, and the thin figure was immersed in the darkness, full of the dark aura that strangers should not approach.

It was like a lonely ghost, who got back into the empty tomb where only he would stay, isolated himself from the world, and his eyes were cold.

...

Sunset is like embers.

According to Jiang Rao's instructions, Jiang Ping walked around, inquired about the various crimes Wang Zhou had committed, collected evidence, and found witnesses. Everything was done as ordered."

"Wait for another two days, and see that the thief will definitely have evil retribution, girl rest assured."

Jiang Rao nodded, indicating that she knew, and Jiang Ping withdrew.

Although Wang Zhou's side was arranged, Jiang Rao felt a little uneasy in his heart. Afraid that things might go wrong, he instructed Ming Shao to bring a message to the guards who were watching in the west of the city, so that they should not relax for a moment. , Take a good look at Wang Zhou.

To avoid another incident.

She thought about that frail and withdrawn boy, who was not like the person in her dream, his temperament was not as cruel as in the dream, maybe it was just because he was not as high and powerful as in the dream.

But he would bring plum candy to her because she asked for medicine for him.

If she helps her all the way, when something happens to her family, can he... also help her?

...

On this day, Wang Zhou woke up early.

He woke up and touched the white medicine belt tied around his neck, his eyes filled with hatred.

Wang Zhou wiped the rough cloth of the medicine belt with his fingers. The existence of the bandage and the occasional painful wound reminded him all the time that Rong Ting was suddenly violent and cruel.

For the past three days, inside and outside the courtyard, he has piled up with dry wood.

Everything is ready, just a fire.

He felt a rush of anger in his heart, thinking to himself, in order to make sure nothing goes wrong, he would buy enough medicine and set fire to Rong Ting after he was dazed, so as not to make a mistake.

The sky is getting brighter.

Wang Zhou came to Yecheng Fucang outside the warehouse early and waited.

He is waiting for the master's house to send this month's monthly money.

He came too early, and the house had not yet opened.

Wang Zhou squatted on the street with nothing to do, and first imagined that he would say something to the person who sent money for the host.

The one who sent the monthly money for the main family was the warehouse owner of the house, Qin Lian, a local sixth-rank official in Yecheng.

Although Wang Zhou had some network power in Yecheng, he was just a local snake who could not stand on the table. When he encountered such a serious official, he wanted a dwarf.

Every time Qin Lian came to send the monthly money and asked him a few words about Rong Ting, Wang Zhou would be annoyed, but if he bowed his head, there was nothing he could do.

As usual, Wang Zhouding was going to lie and prevaricate.

But today, he was thinking, should he stop lying.

If Rong Ting's leg injury suddenly deteriorated, it would seem more credible that he failed to escape from the fire.

Wang Zhou was thinking about it in his heart when he saw Qin Lian's figure on the other side of the road.

Qin Lian was the only person in Yecheng who knew Rong Ting's true identity.

Before Rong Ting arrived in Yecheng, he had received a letter from the fourth prince, Rong Shen, telling him that the ninth prince would go to Yecheng to recuperate, and asked him to pay the ninth prince monthly money.

Qin Lian was only a local official. Before this, he had never heard about the ninth prince. After a little inquiries, he learned something.

Hearing that the ninth prince came from a very low background, his mother and concubine died early, and he was the weakest son of Emperor Zhaowu's knees, so he had no intention of flattering.

It's just that this is a child of Tian's family, and every time the monthly payment is left, he can't help but ask about Rong Ting's current situation.

Wang Yiyi saw Qin Lian's figure, and his eyes

The flattering and greedy smile could not be concealed at all, so he hurried up to meet him, "Officer, are you here?"

He was very impatient, didn't say any more polite words, and went straight to the point, "The villain is here to collect the monthly money for my son."

Qin Lian took out the key of the warehouse and opened the door. As usual, he asked slowly, "How is your little son?"

Wang Zhou narrowed his eyes, according to what he was thinking, he hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Little son, he... Maybe it's because the weather is cold recently, not only did the leg injury not heal, but it hurts more than a few days ago."

Qin Lian's hand to open the door paused, "Does it hurt so much?"

"Yes." Wang Zhou didn't change his face, "The villain has received the monthly payment today, so I will go and get him some good medicine."

Qin Lian nodded slightly, turned around, and continued to open the door.

When Wang Zhou couldn't see it, there was a smug look in his eyes, and he rubbed his fingers, waiting to get the sixteen taels of silver.

But heard a sigh behind

"It can be considered that the official has been found."

The voice was coquettish and charming, and it sounded like a woman from a romantic occasion.

Wang Zhou's expression changed when he saw the woman's face.

I can't wait to bury my face in the soil, turn her head and walk forward without letting her see who she is.

But he was a step too late, and the woman's finger painted with bright purple cardamom grabbed his shoulder, and with a twist, forced his head to turn around, and said sternly: "Two months ago, you lost twenty taels in my Changle Village bet. Silver, I owe me 12 taels. I agreed to change it on the third day of the second lunar month, but I haven’t seen anyone for a month. Wang Zhou, I agreed to let you on credit for a month because I saw that you had a lot of money on the third day of every lunar month. What about the 10 taels of silver? "

Wang Zhou did not expect such an accident today.

He owed money to Yun Qiniang's gambling house two months ago, and originally planned to replace it last month.

But last month, his sixteen taels of silver were stolen!

Wang Yiyi's face turned pale, "Qiniang, listen to my explanation."

"No need to explain, today is No. 3 again, the officials have money again, I'll change it."

Qin Lian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Wang Zhou felt even colder now.

Wang Zhou just saw Yun Qiniang, he was only frightened when the creditor came to the door, but now he wants to understand that Yun Qiniang is blocking him here in Fucang and in front of Qin Lian, I am afraid it is not just for debt collection!

If Qin Lian finds out about his private accommodation of Ting Yin's... His brother-in-law's official is not as high as Qin Lian's, he will definitely be sent to prison.

In the past year, for nearly two hundred taels, he did not know the laws of Dazhao, but he also vaguely knew that if he went in, he might not be able to come out!

Wang Zhou Lei was stunned, trembling, and winked at Yun Qiniang, trying to stop her from continuing.

However, Yun Qiniang sneered, "Why can't officials exchange money? It's the third year of junior high, didn't your little master's monthly money go into your pocket?"

If Wang Zhou just hoped that Qin Lian couldn't hear the sound in Yun Qiniang's words, this time, even the last fig leaf was torn off.

When it was over, he collapsed and sat on the ground.

...

Wang Zhou wanted to run away, but was caught up by the officers and soldiers around Qin Lian, pressed to the ground, and arrested.

Because Qin Lian knew Rong Ting's true identity, he stole the prince's monthly money, which was a big deal. In addition, the people around him were watching, so he didn't ruin his reputation for impartiality and selflessness. He ordered people to write letters and sent them to Emperor Zhaowu and the Ministry of Punishment respectively. At the same time, Wang Zhou was escorted back to Beijing, and he personally sent 16 taels of silver to Rong Ting.

Qin Lian saw Rong Ting for the first time.

He had thought that Rong Ting's appearance was not that obvious, just as inconspicuous as his background, but unexpectedly, this fourteen-year-old boy was so good that he couldn't hold back in a wheelchair.

His deep eyes hid his emotions so well that he even heard that the person who bullied him all day had his rightful end, but his eyes were cold and calm, and he didn't even have the rashness of a young man showing his anger and anger on his face.

It's more and more pity that his legs...

After listening to Qin Lian's statement, Rong Ting asked in a low voice, "Master Qin, do you know why Yun Qiniang went to Wang Zhou to ask for a debt in person?"

Qin Lian was stunned, "Xiaguan thought it was just a coincidence."

Rong Ting pursed his lips and smiled.

Since Yun Qiniang wanted to collect the debt, how could she show up before Wang Zhou was about to get the money.

Obviously, it should be settled after Wang Zhou gets the money.

If it was said that she was just to collect debts, but when Wang Zhou was arrested, she was not in a hurry, nor was she in a hurry, nor did she go to Qin Lian to seek justice, but left silently.

It's not at all like what a penny-pinching casino proprietress would do.

Qin Lian sighed, "That evil slave has embezzled so much money, why didn't His Highness Ninth find him earlier?"

Rong Ting lowered his eyelids and his long eyelashes were thick, covering up the undercurrents in his eyes.

When he first arrived in Yecheng, he also waited outside his mansion, but did he open the door for him at that time?

He laughed mockingly, but he was puzzled. Who was the one who urged Yun Qiniang to put pressure on Qin Lian in front of the people today?

After seeing off the guests, he controlled the wheelchair to go out the door.

...

Inside the restaurant.

Jiang Rao pressed Jiang Ping to go

After negotiating with Yun Qiniang, she gave Yun Qiniang a set of face masks.

Yun Qiniang happily touched the delicate jewelry in her arms, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao knew that Qin Lian was going to escort Wang Zhou back to Beijing. She was afraid that Wang Zhou would escape on the road, so she was looking for someone to take care of him to ensure that he would definitely be sent to Jinling and be severely interrogated.

As soon as she saw it, she knew that the girl in front of her was wealthy, and when she gave her this set of expensive head and face, she didn't blink, and she didn't hesitate to part with it.

She was born so coquettish again that a woman couldn't help but look at her a few more times when she saw her, it was an enviable good life.

She was a little curious, "Why does Miss Jiang insist on rectifying the evil ruffian Wang Zhou?"

It stands to reason that this kind of girl from a big family has nothing to do with Wang Zhou. Even if they meet, Wang Zhou will definitely not dare to offend her.

Jiang Rao was dragging her cheeks and looking down from the window, leaning against the window railing and said, "Who, bullied one of my friends."

She didn't specify who it was, so Yun Qiniang didn't ask any more questions, but she probably guessed who it was, and laughed meaningfully.

She said: "Then Wang Zhou is also greedy, he swallowed nearly two hundred taels of silver from his master, so much money, I am afraid that he will be imprisoned for the rest of his life. He has a good time in prison, not to mention, I think he has been escorted away. Jinling is here, and heavy punishment is inevitable."

Yun Qiniang suddenly asked curiously, "That little young master, isn't that the child of a big family? Why is Wang Zhouhuan being escorted to Jinling for interrogation?"

Jiang Rao thought for a while, but shook his head.

No matter how strong the background of the young man's family is, what's the use? If he is not reduced to this point, he can't even compare with the children of ordinary people. Wang Zhou is indeed vicious, but he is also the servant that his master mother chose for him. The real vicious one is His mistress was right.

The two chatted for a while and stepped out of the restaurant together.

It was cold outside, Jiang Rao was so cold that she closed her cloak and listened to Yun Qiniang beside her: "Qiniang ask one more question, is your little friend the little man you like?"

She smiled, pointed to the opposite side, and motioned Jiang Rao to look, "That one, is that him?"

Across the street, Jiang Rao raised her eyes, and suddenly met Rong Ting's eyes.