Chapter 116: city

According to legend, a few hundred years ago, a literati was bohemian, wearing a loose robe, long hair, but because of his talent, he was praised as a celebrity, and even got a wild name. But the man with scattered hair can see where to go?
Shi Jin was a regular rule from small to large. He couldn't even understand where the unruly behavior of others was worthy of praise.
Although he and Rong Rong’s position are different, they have to admit that Rong Rong is a rare figure in the capital. I have seen his wretched side now, and Shi Jin did not feel gloating, but his heart is complicated and difficult to say.
I think that he is not good to the Fule County, and he wants him and the Fule County to love him.
Looking at the person holding in the arms of Rong Yu, Shi Jin raised his hand and gestured to let him go.
After Rong Hao had bowed to him, he boarded a carriage that was hurriedly parked outside.
"Chengan Hou," Shi Jin walked to the carriage. "How is the Fule County master?"
"There are people who care about the stone, and the lady underneath has no worries about their lives." Rong Rong began to look at the curtain and looked indifferent. "Farewell."
"Farewell." Shi Jin retired two steps, and watched the carriage with the Cheng'an Houfu family emblem to leave.
He turned his head and the little sister who was brought in was taken out. The Prince and the Prince came out and the look on his face was not very good-looking.
"His Royal Highness," Shi Jin walked over to the Prince. "This palace lady is the murderer who poisoned the Fule County?"
"The murderer is her, but the mastermind behind the scenes has another person," said the prince. "Dong'an Hou has left?"
"I have already left in a hurry."
The prince licked his lips and turned to look at the prince. The fear on the face of the prince was too strong to be opened. She reached out and pulled the arm of the prince. "His Royal Highness, do we want to send some medicinal herbs needed by the Fleur lord."
"There is a servant who is stunned." The prince nodded to her and turned to the place where the courtier was.
The prince looked at the shadow of the prince. The prince liked to call her nickname a long time ago. At that time, she always persuaded the prince to be unruly. If she was heard by others, she would laugh at him. Now that the Prince is no longer calling her a small name, she feels lost.
It must be because Cheng Anhou called the name of Ban Yi, she will suffer so much. Prince Edward laughed at herself. She is different from Ban Yi. Why do I have to compare these with her?
"Prince," Shi Jin looked at her worriedly. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing," Prince Shou shook his head. "I am a little tired."
Shi Jin saw that she did not want to say more, and she took a fist and walked back.
Fire, raging fire.
Banyan felt that she was on the firewood. The fire was so bright that she was half-day. She opened her dry lips and saw only the black sky. Not long after, the sky began to float snow again, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, she is cold and nowhere to hide.
Is it not burned to death by fire, or is it frozen by snow?
She looked down at the clothes on her eyes, and there was no beauty in the burlap, and then she touched her hair and scattered her dry hair, which was better than the chicken coop.
No, no, she can't just die.
Snow has fallen into her calves, and every step is extremely difficult. She took a deep breath and looked for the direction of the Jingting Mansion.
After a few steps, the road in front of her eyes changed, with fire on one side and snow on the other. She stopped and felt desperate inside.
But as soon as she looked down at her clothes, she had the courage to move forward step by step.
At the end of the road are countless graves. There are no weeds and no tombstones on the graves. Every one of them stands cold and erect.
Banyan stopped and suddenly remembered the dreams he had made. Those who were under the suppression of the sabers, some of them were really embarrassed, but more were victims who were forced to die. She closed her eyes and wanted to pass through the ground.
She heard the cry of the child, the mourning of the woman, the roar of the man. When she clenched her gang, she did not dare to look back and did not dare to respond to those who called her name. My grandfather once told her that if someone calls her in the cemetery, she must not turn back and cannot respond.
"Hey," said a burly old man in a green robe standing in front of him with a smile. "What are you doing here, don't go back with me."
grandfather?
The class looked at the old man in front of him and wanted to open his mouth.
No, not right.
My grandfather was frightened and sick before his death, and he was thin and not adult. But he supported his grandmother for a day and a day. He couldn’t hold on until he could continue, and then she took her hand and said that she should accompany her grandmother.
grandmother……
The tears in Banyan’s eyes finally fell. She was sorry for her grandfather. She did not accompany her grandmother and did not protect her grandmother.
"Oh..." Rong Rong rushed to the bedside, watching the high heat not returning, the burnt face of the red-faced scorpion shed tears, grabbed her hand and shouted: "Hey, where are you uncomfortable?" , huh?"
"Cheng'an Hou," said a doctor who had finished the needle, and some of them couldn't bear to speak. "Cheng'an Hou, the county owner is now in a coma, she can't hear you."
"How is the county owner now?" Rong Rong clenched the hands of the class, and the hot temperature made him difficult to settle. "You didn't say that before, the amount is not big, there will be no life worry?"
"It is reasonable to say that the county magistrate spit so much blood and started to heat up. These conditions are indeed dangerous." The doctor saw Cheng Anhou’s face sullen and did not speak, and he cautiously said, "You can rest assured that the lower officials must do their best." Treatment."
Rong Rong nodded silently: "There is work."
He turned his head and tried to go to the tears on his face.
The royal doctor saw that he was in a desperate manner, and he shook his head in the bottom of his heart. He was preparing to speak. A little hurriedly ran in.
"Hou, Hou Ye, Jing Tinggong, Mrs. Jingting Gong, and Shizi are coming," Xiao Yu gasped for a gift to Rong Rong. "Jingting Gonggong can't wait for the notice, and has already rushed over."
"I know." Rong Yu’s voice just fell, and the voice of Ban Huai came in.
"How are you?"
"Who counts? What are the doctors who are invited?"
The family members came in, and the royal doctor found out that there were three members of the class. They also came to some of the people in the class. These people were fierce. If they were not the name of a Fule County, they almost thought that the class was Come to the field.
"Father-in-law, mother-in-law," Rong Rong gave the second old man a ritual, but the class two old men now have no thoughts to wait for him to salute. Yin went to the bed and touched the hot forehead of the class. "Is the murderer caught?"
Rong Rong said: "This case, I will personally go to the trial."
Yin’s nodded and wiped the fine sweat on the forehead of the banquet with a handkerchief:
You do things, we are at ease.

Rong Rong also gave Yin a deep ritual, no more words.
"I knew that this would happen, I should go to Yutian," Ban Huai regretted again, and was angry. "Which little king and eight lambs made our niece suffer such a sin, I killed him."
The royal doctor can't help but think that after the Jingting is not a military commander, the words of this monk can be really straightforward.
"To be able to find out the behind-the-scenes ambassador, we must not let him go!" Ban Heng hated his teeth. He walked over to Yin's body and looked at his very painful sister. He turned to see the doctor. "What is in my sister?" poison?"
"Aconite."
"What?" Ban Heng’s foot is soft, is it such a hazy poison?
His sister...
His sister...
"Please rest assured that the poison of the county is not serious. If you get through this high fever, it will be fine."
Ban Heng still feels very uncomfortable in his heart. Has his sister suffered such a pain? Whatever it is, as long as it has been smashed, it is poisoned by people, not hungry, and thirsty. But who has such a big hatred for her sister, do not want her life?
Ning Wang Yu Xie Wanzhen?
Prince 妃石氏?
Xie Jia's second child, Xie Qilin, is still sinking by her sister?
The first three don't mention it, even if he still hates his sister, can he have the ability to arrange for people to be in the farming festival? If he really has this ability, how can he be cut off his fame, and the official position can't keep it?
When Ban Heng knew that his brain was limited, he raised his doubts in his heart.
"It can't be indulged," Yin said in a near-affirmative tone. "He returned to his hometown of Dongzhou."
"I said how I have never seen him again. After he was removed from the fame, he returned to his hometown." Ban Heng looked at Rong Rong. "Brother, please, you must find out the real murderer behind the scenes."
"I will," Rong Rong said with a calm face. "I will not let you suffer these sins."
The news that Ban Yi was poisoned was quickly passed to Yun Qing Emperor. After hearing the news, he almost couldn't believe his ears.
"How can you bring into the 御田?" This time, the Prince was arranged to replace him for farming. He specially asked the emperor to prepare the specifications of the emperor. Every food was eaten, and every item was thoroughly inspected. It is almost difficult to mix it. difficult.
Unless the servant who is serving in Mita has long been bought, it is absolutely impossible for this to happen.
There is a faint speculation in Yang’s heart, but he is not easy to say, just saying:
We will certainly find out as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Yunqing Emperor suddenly said: "Do you think it is Ning Wang or Ning Wang?"
Yang Tong led a long while: "Wei Chen... I don't know."
"Do you not know, or dare not say?" Yun Qing Emperor let Wang De help him to go to the Royal Case, "grinding."
Ning Wang’s sexual impulse is the love of the past. Now that he is old, he still has no advances and retreats, and he is very sad. This is the title of the prince who won the prince of the prince, and he was reduced to the king of the county, hoping that he would repent...
After Yang Tongling saw only a few words on the imperial edict, he felt cold and sweaty, and this is the title to cut the king of Ning?
After Yun Qingdi wrote the imperial edict, he put down a pen and sighed, and endured it. After all, no one was given the title to Ning Wangfu.
However, on the night of the same day, Yun Qingdi began to have a nightmare. In the dream, he was torn by the old people, and almost fell with them into the endless abyss.
In the dungeon, the palace lady was sitting in the corner with her shoulders narrowed, and there was a ash-sucking mouse running away, picking up a dry yellow that didn't know when it fell, and turned into a mustard-sucking hay. in.
The rain tried to hide behind, but behind her, besides the thick and cold walls, she could no longer hide.
"You come out," a jailer walked to her old door, and the cold voice had no feelings. "Cheng'an Hou wants to ask you, hurry."
Light rain flinched out of the door, she wore her ankles on her feet, and could not go too fast. The long shadow fell on the mottled wall, reminding her of the ghost story she had heard in her childhood.
Walking through the long passage, the prisoners she saw were not expressionless, but they were mad.
In the most brilliant place where the lights were shining, Xiaoyu saw Cheng Anhou sitting on the wooden chair. The other person was dressed in a twilight robes, his face was pale, and there was a faint bruise around his eyes.
"Hou Ye, the prisoner has already taken it."
Xiao Yu saw that the other party finally looked up at her, but this eyes had no feelings, so cold that she did not consciously collapsed.
"Get up," Rong Rong said that the rain was unexpectedly calm. She sneaked a sneak peek at her, and her expression was extraordinarily calm, as if the chill she had just felt was her illusion. She stood up in trepidation, and her guilty feelings made her look up.
After all, she was only a 13-year-old little palace girl, and her heart was not strong enough.
"I don't understand, the first cup of tea is very poisonous, it is also yours. Why did you give up at the last minute?" Rong Rong asked very casually, as if he just wanted to ask a very simple question.
"Slavery... The slave brother is in the palace and has been favored by the county owner. Originally he was only a rough eunuch, but because of the words of the county owner, a hand warmer, he made his life in the palace better. "When Xiao Yu said, he couldn't stop crying." He often said to the slaves that the county owner is good, and the slaves can't go through the hurdles in their hearts."
Ning Wang threatened her with her family's life. She had to go from it, but she did not think that the Fule County owner was such a good person. She overturned the tea, not only did not blame her, but also gave her a pass to let her be careful, she could not blindly watch such a good man poisoned and died.
She didn't even think of herself. At that time, she would give up such a great opportunity and fainted and dumped the cup of tea.
Perhaps she didn't want to report her enemies. Perhaps it was the happiness of the Fule County owner who looked so funny that she lost her mind. Whatever the reason, at least the moment she poured out the tea, her heart was very easy.
"Your family has been controlled by you. If you are willing to hand over the behind-the-scenes ambassador, I will let them protect them. If you don't want to speak," Rong Rong lowered his eyes. "I can only let your family." Go with you."

Are you true? My family is really all found by you?
Xiao Yu looked at Rong Rong with surprise.
You didn’t lie to me?

Rong Rong said with no expression: "You choose."
"The slave said," Xiao Yu gave Rong a head. "The slave said this."
"It’s just a slave..."
"Cheng'an Hou," Jiang Luo strode in. He took a look at the rain. "Cheng'an Hou is really powerful. His wife is unconscious at home, but you have the heart to judge an insignificant little palace girl here."
He turned his head and looked at Xiao Yu: "It's a bit tender and delicious."
The rain was so scared that he looked white and did not dare to go to see Jiang Luo.
"Don't care about unrelated people," Rong Rong ignored Jiang Luo and didn't even get up and gave Jiang Luo a salute. He just looked at Xiao Yu. "This is your last chance."
"Yes... is..." Xiaoyu looked at Jiang Luo, and Jiang Luozheng stared at him with a sullen look. She shook her whole body and closed her eyes: "It is the lord of Ning, who is the slave."
"The rice can be eaten casually. If you can't talk about it, when did the king see you?" Jiang Luo sneered. "You are just a maid who can't be on the table. The appearance is not gorgeous, the appearance is not good enough, and the king is even a blind eye." And won't notice you."
"Cheng'an Hou, this palace girl smashed the royal family and deserved to beheaded." Jiang Luo suddenly said loudly, "Come to come, take this gibberish, the maiden who ruined the reputation of the king."
"Ning Wang," Rong Rong turned and looked at the Ning Wang guards who came in and looked cold. "This is a dungeon in Beijing. If Wang Ye wants to bring people from here, at least it must be ordered by Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyi."
"Dali Temple and Jingzhaoyi count something, this king wants to take away a person, who dares to stop?"
Rong Rong put his hand behind his back and slowly said: "Wang Ye, can't wait to kill and kill?"
"What is the mouth?" Jiang Luo made a gesture, let the guards immediately grab the people, "Chengan Hou should be careful to talk carefully."
"The micro-minister thinks that the prince must be careful," Rong Rong raised his right hand, and there were not many people in the dungeon. Suddenly there were many guards. There were people from Dali Temple and people from Jingzhao. "Today has Wei Chen is here, no one can take her."
"Cheng'an Hou, are you thinking about the following?"
"The only way to be loyal to the minister is to squat," Rong Rong looked at Ning Wang with a smile. "Ning Wang’s Royal Highness wants to order the minister. I am afraid it is still early."
Jiang Luo’s face was almost gloomy and almost squeezed out the ink. He gnawed his teeth:
Yong, don’t give your face a shame.

In response to him, only a sneer sneer.
When Jiang Luo was angry, the two sides finally met each other, but apparently both sides were extremely restrained, and they did not dare to make a living, so the weapons in their hands made them shrink their hands.
Ning Wangfu’s guards did not want to make things big. In the end, they might have to face a rebellion or other big crimes. The people of Jingzhaoyi and Dali Temple took care of Ning Wang’s identity and did not dare to attack the sword.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Luo’s anger was even worse. He thought that he would not want to reach out and sit on the floor of the palace lady. As a result, he had not had time to bend over and was stopped by Rong Rong. "Ning Wang, you want to Rebellion? This is a dungeon. You can't be arrogant even if you are a prince."
"Get out of the way!" Jiang Luo wants to push Rong Rong away. If he refuses to let him go, he will swear by half. "Yong, you are just a hybrid that is raised in my grandfather's house. Don't be in front of the king." The king of the king is not rare."
"Hey!" Suddenly the door behind him was knocked open, and a group of young people with wooden sticks rushed in. Ning Wang and Rong Yu have not responded to the people on both sides. They saw that the young people were arrested by the guards of Ning Wangfu. They did not call other places, and they played calves and ass.
For a time, mourning continued, everyone was shocked by this group of young people who were unidentified.
The people in Dali Temple were still a little nervous, but when they saw this group of people, they were obviously only staring at the Ning Wang’s escorts, and suddenly they let go of their hearts. Who is this little sister, so bold?
After the Ning Wang’s guards were all overturned, the young people did not hesitate to pick up the thick wooden sticks and hurriedly left. If there were no Ning Wang guards lying on the ground and mourning, they almost thought it was an illusion.
"I think..." an official from Dali Temple said, "Are we supposed to call the doctor first?"
These people regard the dungeons of their Dali Temple as what they said, and they just walked away, and the young people who had just dressed in a small group, their arms were strong and strong, and their footsteps were heavy. They were obviously martial arts people, if it was Dali. There is no internal response to the temple. How can it be that they can come and go in a hurry?
Thinking of this, he looked at the quiet standing of Cheng Anhou next to his eyes, clever choice of silence.
Ning Wang finally failed to take the palace lady away. After he returned to the Ning Wangfu two hours, he received the imperial edict from the palace.
The father cut his title and descended from the prince to the king.
As the emperor's second son, he was actually cut into a king, which made him stand in the capital in the future. Thinking of the ridicule of others, especially the high-ranking Prince, Jiang Luo felt that his head was blown up.
The bedding in the house was smashed to the ground, and the people who were waiting around were dragged down to play the board. However, this is still not enough. Jiang Luo feels that his heart is like a fire burning. He can't hold back his anger. He must find a vent to calm him down.
He noticed that there was a shivering groan in the corner, pulling her into the bed, and then couldn't help but vent their violent feelings.
"Wang Hao..." The general manager of Ning Wangfu went to Xie Wanzhen. "There is a squat in the yard of Wang Ye who has fallen and died. Now I need to adjust the new person to serve."

Welling to death?
Xie Wanxuan felt like he had heard a big joke.
Is there a cliff or a hidden weapon in Wangfuli, can you fall to death?

The housekeeper bowed his head and dared not answer.
"But it," Xie Wanxi sneered. "I know, if you arrange the things of the palace, you don't have to tell me."
The housekeeper laughed twice and retired.
Wang Ye and Wang Hao have a bad relationship, and they are the most guilty of being the next person. They are not the mainstay of peace of mind, but no one can offend. What can they do? It’s nothing but left and right, but it’s better to ask for a better life.
Thinking of the tragic shackles just now, the housekeeper shuddered, and Wang’s recent character became more and more violent, and it turned out to be like a person.
The former Wang Ye character is impulsive, but his mind is simple and he is not too concerned about acting. The current prince is more like a madman who is tyrannical, and everyone in his eyes is not worth mentioning.
"Wang Ye," the poured a cup of tea for Ning Wang and whispered comfortably. "You are angry, although you have lowered a bit of the title for a while, but you have a good command with the infantry commander, but this is not the same as the Prince."
"Infantry squad leader..."
Although the infantry squad does not sound domineering, in fact, half of the entire capital is under their control. Although the Guards are close to protect their shackles, the number is limited.
Jiang Luo suddenly turned to look at the eunuch: "You said, is Rong Rong not the illegitimate son of my father?"
"Wang Ye, you can be a slave, and when the slaves can see his Majesty and Cheng An Hou," the voice was a bit sharp, which made Jiang Luo frowning unhappy.
"But the slaves have not seen them, but their Majesty is really good for Ning Wang. It is no wonder that some people in the capital will be jealous and rumored."
"According to the king, this is not a rumor."
If it is a rumor, how can the father and the emperor drop his title for the sake of tolerance, but he does not investigate the identity of the little sisters who suddenly appeared in Dali Temple in Dali Temple.
"If they are so indifferent, then don't blame the king for being unjust."
Throughout the ages, how many emperors were covered with blood for the throne?
Big Brother is weak, and his father is inconvenient to move. Why can't he be the master of this world?
Ban Yi is still in the dream, she walked for a long time, finally saw the word Jingcheng in front of a city gate.
Her heavy feet became light and light as if they could fly.
But just as she was about to step into the city gate, one person grabbed her hand.