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Chapter 43
His terrified face, when one glanced at him, would flood his heart with sympathy and love.
"Almost died?"
Rong Ting stopped talking, his breathing was not steady, and he looked at her sadly.
Those eyelashes trembled and trembled, as if they could tremble into people's hearts.
Because of the long-term medication, his complexion is much paler and thinner than ordinary people's complexion.
When the jaw line was tightened, the slightly blue blood vessels and meridians on the neck and under the white skin were vaguely formed, overlapping with those mottled scars, like the broken marks on the fetal body when the jade was unbroken.
The expression is also generally fragile.
Jiang Rao remembered his hoarse "I'm a little scared" just now, and stopped forcing him to speak.
It's not particularly unfamiliar to him.
In the dream, he had the problem of being afraid of thunder.
On thunderous nights, there is no rule that he does not want others to touch him. He clasps her wrist tightly with both hands, like treating her as a human-shaped stove, holding her to fall asleep.
It's just that he has been tortured for a long time in the dream, when his cold fingers pressed against the skin of her wrist, the trembling and disgust he gave her far outweighed the sympathy for him.
What's more, he held his grip tightly all night and would not let go. She was like being entangled by a giant snake all night. All night, she didn't dare to fall asleep for a moment, and she curled up in the arms of this living Yama.
The red marks on her wrists would not go away for a few days, causing the other maids in the house to misunderstand her relationship with him, and to ridicule her.
Jiang Rao took a deep breath and told herself that Rong Ting and Jiu Ye were already two people.
In the dream, she really owed him.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the person covered by a white coffin carried by several palace servants.
Looking at the desolate white dress, she felt an indescribable sense of terror in her heart.
Standing beside the red palace wall, in the golden sunshine, still feel cold.
If Rong Ting had just experienced the danger of almost dying...
Jiang Rao clenched the small cinnabar box in her hand. After the catastrophe, who can change who can't be afraid.
She didn't force Rong Ting to explain to him what happened just now. She was considerate, gave him time to take a breath, and said gently and patiently, "Would you like me to push you out for a walk? Soothe your mood. "
Rong Ting nodded.
Jiang Rao grabbed the back of his wheelchair and pushed him forward without speaking. He wanted to wait until Rong Ting calmed down before speaking.
Rong Ting lowered his eyes and looked at his feet, the two of them
Some of the shadows of the person overlapped, his expression softened, and he said slowly: "I was drugged in the breakfast this morning. If I hadn't been alert, I would have died."
"Then...the person who was carried away just now is..."
Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "It's Si Ying."
The tone is somewhat inaccurate.
I don't know if she is the kind of person who will feel distressed no matter who dies.
A hint of surprise slowly rose on Jiang Rao's face, but the surprise soon turned into understanding.
Si Ying was bought by the queen, and the queen always wanted to kill Rong Ting.
Where she could not see, he had experienced such a dangerous thing.
Jiang Rao also began to be afraid.
She deliberately pushed him into the sun, wanting the sun to drive away the coldness on him and the fear that he was in danger just now, and put the small box of cinnabar into his hand. Next to the peony bush, the sun was shining and the branches were green.
She stopped here, stood in front of Rong Ting, and asked Rong Ting, "Is the matter of poisoning... the work of Empress Jiahe?"
She was afraid that what the two of them said would be heard by the third person, so she leaned over slightly, lowered her head, and was very close to his ear.
When speaking, breathing can be heard.
Rong Ting raised his eyes slightly, and he could see that her soft white skin was dazzling in front of her eyes, and he didn't know if it was the scent of flowers that was replaced by the scent on her body, and his eyes darkened, "Yes."
A peony that has just budded, its leaves are lush and green, like wax, reflecting the little girl's charming and clean face.
Rong Ting looked at her and suddenly became ecstatic.
Worry about the fear of someone dying, or sympathy for Si Ying, can be seen on her face.
But she had a light expression on her face, frowning slightly, and couldn't see her inner emotions.
"It's the queen." He said slowly, "she couldn't see that I was under the tutelage of Yan Nanxun, so she resorted to this method in a hurry."
Although he didn't see the expression of fear or sympathy for Si Ying on Jiang Rao's face, he was worried instead.
She drew back her eyelashes and said, "Si Ying was bribed by her to prescribe medicine in my breakfast, but he ingested the poison by mistake, and instead died earlier."
"I just got my life back by luck."
The bloody and frenzied killing in the morning was downplayed by him at the moment, saying it was a fluke.
Jiang Rao listened, and when she was in Rong Ting's situation, her scalp felt numb.
No wonder he only saw him for the first time, gave him water, and gave him snacks.
If he didn't have this kind of precaution, how could he survive in such a dangerous environment.
Rong Ting's face turned upside down
The bright, dark gaze was still locked on her face.
Facing her, he was like facing the most difficult chess game, because he couldn't afford to lose, so it was the most difficult, and he stepped out of every chess piece in his hand, fearing that he would lose the whole game if he made a careless move.
"I wanted to find a reason to dismiss Si Ying as you said. But I didn't expect that he would accidentally ingest poison and die of poisoning..."
"But Si Ying wants to use drugs to harm people, it's just evil." Jiang Rao said angrily.
It makes no sense that a person who wants her life accidentally dies, and she has to give him incense when she is alive.
What a waste of that scent
Hearing Rong Ting's tone of reproach, she sighed.
In the palace, there should be a lot of people who died suddenly for no reason. He should have seen or heard about it long ago, but seeing and hearing about it is different from watching that person die in front of his eyes. He doesn't know what he knows now. It's the right thing to do, "The perpetrator will die, you don't have to think about it."
Listening to her, she has no sympathy and pity for the dead Si Ying.
Rong Ting felt relieved.
Jiang Rao said: "There are currently no people in your palace. I will personally select a few reliable ones and tell you the candidates. I will not let the queen have the chance to hurt your life again."
The power of the Xu family is indeed terrifying, and they have military power in their hands. She can't compare with the Jiang family, but if the Jiang family plus her grandmother Qin's family, it's not necessarily comparable, at least they won't be afraid of them.
Rong Ting nodded slightly and made a light "um".
Heart pounding.
The tips of the ears are slightly red.
I think she helped him choose the palace servant.
Kind of like... a little wife.
...
Jiang Rao took the matter of finding a few loyal servants for Rong Ting in her heart. Looking at the cinnabar box in her hand, she remembered what she wanted to do when she came today.
She saw that Rong Ting's face became much better now, she thought that he should have calmed down a little, and handed it to him, "Today, I want to send cinnabar to you. I wanted to open your eyes to you, I didnβt expect to catch up with this incident, and it just so happens that cinnabar can also ward off evil spirits, you hold it, donβt be afraid anymore.β
Rong Ting became Yan Nanxun's own disciple. For such a happy event, Jiang Rao wanted to give him a gift to stabilize her relationship with the future Golden Thigh.
But after the news of him becoming Yan Nanxun's disciple came out, many people must have wanted to come and give gifts.
There must be a lot of people who came to give it away, such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
She thought for a long time and thought of cinnabar.
Before a child is enlightened, his parents often put a little cinnabar on his forehead.
It's called eye opening.
Jiang Rao thought to himself that although Rong Ting had an empress as his mother and concubine, he had the most honorable man in the entire Dazhao as his father.
But she secretly murmured in her heart that he lived like an orphan without father and mother.
Before enlightenment, I am afraid that no one gave him cinnabar on his forehead to open his eyes.
However, it was delivered today. This is not just to open the eyes, but to ward off evil spirits.
"Did you open your eyes when you were young?" she asked Rong Ting.
Rong Ting shook his head.
No one will remember to open his eyes to him.
Jiang Rao knew that she did not give the gift wrong, and she felt a little happy in her heart.
She stretched out her fingers and pointed at her empty forehead, teaching Rong Ting, "This cinnabar, touch your forehead a little bit to open your eyes, it's a good sign. After returning to Shouhuai Palace, sprinkle it on the front yard of the hall. , counted as warding off evil spirits.β
This time, she didn't need to secretly put cinnabar on his forehead like she did in Yecheng.
Just let him do it himself.
As a result, Rong Ting lowered his head, lost like a puppy, "I seem to have no strength in my hands."
With cinnabar on his thin hands, it seemed that he could not form a fist.
It seemed that she was so frightened that she lost her strength because of what happened just now, and she still had lingering fears when she was afraid to change it.
Jiang Rao sighed.
Such a big thing, he can't slow down for a while, it's normal.
It's okay, she understands.
"Then I'll help you," she said.
...
Huai Qing listened, and the expression on his face was a little unpredictable.
It was absolutely impossible to associate this young man who showed weakness in every possible way with the abuser in the Shouhuai Palace who was as easy as holding an adult eunuch like holding a chick.
Si Ying couldn't resist at that time. For Rong Ting, how could he not have the strength to raise his arm?
As a little girl who likes gossip, Ming Shao quietly and curiously asked Huaiqing, "Did that dead eunuch die badly?"
Huai Qing recalled the tragedy of Si Ying.
But at the same time, he also recalled the scheming and methods of his sick and weak master who looked like a waste in a wheelchair.
As a eunuch who has seen big scenes.
He shook his head and remained silent.
No matter what Ming Shao is curious about, it is big or small.
Huai Qing has only one attitude
Shaking his head, shaking his head, shaking his head.
Qingqing is dumb, Qingqing doesn't know anything.
Don't say anything that shouldn't be said.
...
But after a while, Huai Qing looked at the red sun in the sky and felt that it was almost time, reminding Rong Ting, "Master, it's almost time to go."
"Where to?" Jiang Rao asked.
"I'm going..." Huai Qing knew that the master treated this fourth girl specially, so she didn't want to hide it from her. Just as she was about to say that she was going to the queen's place, Rong Ting said quietly, "I'm going to the governor."
He knew that sending Si Ying's corpse to the Empress did not seem like a good-natured method.
All of his little kindness and kindness were given to her, and he didn't want her to misunderstand because of other things.
After Rong Ting finished speaking, he turned his eyes and glanced at Huai Qing.
Huai Qing understood and saw that Rong Ting didn't want Jiang Rao to follow him, so he changed his words immediately, "I'm going to the governor's place and let him do an autopsy to see if he can find out anything."
He even made an inference, "Girl, go back first. It's not appropriate for you to follow the governor. This matter, there are servants to follow. If there is any news, I will tell you when I come back."
...
Inside the Splendid Palace, the Queen was anxiously waiting for news from Shouhuai Palace.
She drank the tea, but her heart could not calm down, "Why are you so uneasy in Ben Gong's heart?"
Yuying said, "Don't worry, Niangniang, this eunuch named Si Ying, since he was successful last time, he is more skilled this time, and he will not miss it."
Empress Jiahe asked her a little nervously, "When you gave him the medicine, didn't you let other people see it?"
"No." Yuying replied firmly.
Not to mention the time of administration, it is the late night when everyone is sleeping.
Before and after the drug was administered, she carefully paid attention to her surroundings, and there was no figure.
Empress Jiahe was a little relieved, but she frowned, "But if something really happened to him, why is there no news now?"
She was waiting, waiting for something happened to Rong Ting, and asked Si Ying to be her scapegoat.
At this time, someone from the palace stumbled in and ran in, out of breath, "Niangniang, someone died in Shouhuai Palace, and they sent us here."
Empress Jiahe couldn't hide the joy on her face. The months of lack of sleep, lack of sleep and anxiety made her think slowly. The moment she saw that palace servant came in to spread the word, she had a feeling that was almost indistinguishable from reality. The hallucination came, as if heard the palace man say that the ninth prince is dead.
Missed so many times.
this time
Rong Ting finally died?
She was overjoyed and stood up, and without waiting for the palace maid to come to help, she quickly walked outside the hall.
The voice of the palace servant who came to deliver the letter from behind came over, "Niangniang, don't go over! Beware of colliding with the phoenix body!"
"It doesn't matter." Empress Jiahe suppressed it for so many years, and finally waited for Rong Ting to die in Huangquan. She couldn't wait to see it and rushed out.
She trembled with both hands, and asked the palace maid to open the white coffin.
With a sad expression on his face, tears were streaming down his face, and he wailed, "My little nine!"
But he couldn't wait in his heart, and wanted to see Rong Ting's death.
On a sunny day, the white coffin cloth was slowly opened.