There is a good saying, some people, the more you give him face, the more shameless he is.

Rong Zhao has reached this point, and anyone who has a little brain should step down the steps. But this old lady Rong is not.

As soon as she raised her arm, she directly lifted the medicine bowl in Rong Zhao's hand to the ground, and even sprinkled a little on Rong Zhao's clothes.

Rong Zhao's face turned green, and he was almost about to let out the anger that poured out in his chest.

There was a look of annoyance in Rong Wan's eyes, and he swept over the medicinal soup that had been sprinkled on the ground, and hurriedly asked people to clean up the broken bowl, and then played a round game, "Sick people, these hands and feet don't obey the call." ”

She helped Mrs. Rong and wrinkled her eyebrows at her, which meant that it was enough to stop.

Mrs. Rong listened to Rong Wan quite a bit, and she also relieved a lot of anger after splashing Rong Zhao, so she followed Rong Wan's meaning and said: "I thought about taking the bowl by myself, but I didn't expect that this hand is not good, and I lifted the bowl, you are so filial to me, you will definitely not worry about me." She said to Rong Zhao, looking at Rong Zhao's appearance of wanting to get angry and holding back, her heart was secretly refreshed.

Rong Zhao secretly clenched her fists and warned herself that she must be calm, she smirked, even she felt that smile was particularly fake, "It's okay, it's good that I didn't burn my grandmother." ”

In the confrontation with Rong Zhao, Mrs. Rong was at a disadvantage, and she was really proud at this time, "Well, you still have a filial piety." ”

Rong Zhao gritted his teeth secretly, stinky old woman, I will bear with you!

In this way, Rong Zhao took care of Mrs. Rong for a few days, trying to meet any of her unreasonable requests. And it seems that it really makes Mrs. Rong feel comfortable, the people of the Ding family have never troubled the Chu Wangfu anymore, and those rumors have also dispersed.

Although Mrs. Rong is still embarrassed, it is much better than at the beginning, she always has to give Marquis Rong some face, and if she tosses his baby daughter too much, it will also make him unhappy.

Anyway, a fake, each performing its own harmonious appearance was presented in front of everyone.

"Sister, are you really serving that old woman like this?" Xiao Junjue was not in Beijing these days, Rong Zhao simply moved back to his parents' house, except for the time of feeding medicine to Mrs. Rong, the rest of the time stayed in Qiwulou.

has nothing to do, Rong Yao comes to her every day.

It's the hottest time of summer, but after that the weather will soon cool down.

There is an ice wind wheel in the house, which blows slowly, which is a lot more comfortable. Rong Yao is also because it is cool here, so he comes diligently.

Rong Zhao glanced at him lazily, "What else can you do if you don't serve?" coax her, the Ding family in the province is making trouble. I can withstand their trouble, but my father is difficult to do in the middle, and our prince is also affected, so I have to sacrifice myself for them. ”

"I'm crying out for you. Rong Yao looked like an uncle, commanding the lonely crane to rub his shoulders and beat his back, "You are a dignified princess, go to serve that old woman, and I feel distressed when I look at it." ”

"Even if you kid has a conscience, you still know that you feel sorry for me. Rong Zhao was a little weak, "What can I do? Bear with it, she can still be bad? When this turmoil passes, I won't be angry." ”

Thinking about it, Rong Zhonghuo sat up and slapped it on the table, "I haven't been so angry since I was a child, I can't wait to kill that old woman when I think about it." ”

Speaking of the old woman, Rong Zhao is a grievance, and she can now complain to her brother and complain, "You don't know how excessive that old woman is, I just finished feeding her medicine yesterday, and she said that she had been sitting for a long time, and her arm was sore, so let me rub my arm." Also, when she gave her the medicine she boiled, she said it was hot and cold for a while, and you know, I really wanted to put a bowl of medicine on her face. ”

"Why do you think? You should do it! You think about the boiling hot medicinal soup, which is buckled in the old woman's face, and she screams in pain. It's relieving to think about it. Thinking so, Rong Yao burst out laughing.

Rong Zhao also laughed, "Okay, this idea is good." Fu shook his head, "No, then she won't have to go on with me all the time." It's better to give her a hard time and kill her with a knife. Wouldn't there be no more troubles?"

"You're really ruthless, it's better to be like this, first deduct her in the face, and then kill her with a knife, so that your anger can be eliminated for so many days. ”

"Okay, that's it. ”

"You just brag, if you really want to do it, you won't dare. ”

"Who said I wouldn't dare, when I'm in a bad mood one day, maybe I'll really do it with a ruthless heart. ”

"Okay, then I'll see. ”

"Hee-hee, I'm actually still a little cowardly. ”

Rong Zhao thought that when the old lady's body was good, she would be able to end this performance, but something happened that made her fall into prison.

On this day, Rong Zhao came to serve the old lady as usual, and when she first arrived at Hengduzhai and the old lady had not woken up, she sat on the side and looked at the notebook on the table to pass the time.

I don't know how long it was, but she fell asleep after watching it, and she didn't realize that she was the only one left in the house.

When she woke up again, she only saw the old lady Rong who had been stabbed in the abdomen and died. The old lady's face was flushed, as if it had been drenched in boiling water, and in some places there were blisters. And Rong Zhao, she was holding the knife in her hand.

At that moment, the door of the room opened, and in front of everyone's eyes, all they saw was the appearance of her killing Old Lady Rong with a knife.

"Zhao Zhao, what are you doing!" Marquis Rong took a breath when his breath was taken away and he was suffocated. He felt his heart stop beating soon, and his body shook slightly, and he almost fell.

Rong Zhao flicked his hand away like an electric shock, "It's not me, it's not me who killed her." She waved her hands in fear, but her hands were covered in blood.

The people from the Ding family who came in saw the dead old lady Rong and shouted to report to the official. Father Shuang pointed at Rong Zhao, and his voice was fierce, "I knew that you didn't have a good heart, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, even the old man didn't let go." ”

"Don't spray people with blood, I said I didn't kill anyone, I didn't!" Rong Zhao shouted at him.

"Everyone saw it with their own eyes, and you still say you didn't kill anyone?" said Frost Father angrily.

Rong Yao pointed at him, his voice higher than his, "Didn't you hear my sister say that she didn't kill anyone?

Rong Wan covered her mouth and said in a lost voice: "Sixth sister, why are you doing this? Even if your grandmother is wrong, you can't take her life." She blamed herself, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I shouldn't, I shouldn't have made that opinion." ”

Rong Yao pushed her away with one hand, "If you fart again, the master will be the first to kill you!"

"Rong Yao!" Rong Hou Ye reprimanded Rong Yao, and then asked Xiang Rong Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, do you have-"

Rong Zhao shook her head again and again, she looked at Marquis Rong, "Dad, I didn't kill anyone, you believe me, I really didn't." ”

She couldn't argue for a while, and no matter how she explained, no one would believe her. She was reluctant to explain anything after a futile and pale defense, for she knew that she could no longer explain it.

The Ding family sued her to Dali Temple with a complaint, and Dali Temple took her into prison according to law.

Rong Zhao lived in the prison where Xiao Junjue lived a few days ago, and she had been at a loss since she started her work, her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't tell the context at all.

Why did the old woman die? Why did she hold the knife in her hand? Why did she wake up in the old lady's bed, even though she was reading the script outside?

It's like a dream. If it was a dream, she wished she would wake up soon.

The moment the cell was opened, there was a black shadow blocking the sunlight, Rong Zhao looked against the light, Xiao Junjue's figure was shrouded in the sun, and he seemed taller and taller.

"Xiao Jun, why did you come back?" Rong Zhao's tears flowed down his face.

In the past few days, Xiao Junjue went out of the city to do errands, and after receiving the letter, he returned to Beijing before he finished it, and he didn't go straight to Dali Temple without returning home.

Looking at Rong Zhao's aggrieved appearance, Xiao Junjue only felt distressed, she was used to being proud since she was a child, how could she bear it if she let her come here. Picking her up from the ground and wiping her tears, Xiao Junjue comforted: "Don't be afraid, everything has me." ”

"I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone. She was afraid that even Xiao Junjue wouldn't believe her.

"I believe in you. Xiao Junjue's words were like giving Rong Zhao a reassurance.

"You believe me, but others don't, they think I killed someone. I didn't kill anyone, no, she was dead when I woke up. ”

"Zhaozhao, if you didn't kill the person, you must be fine, you believe me, I will definitely find out about this matter, and I will definitely return your innocence. ”

This one is a little chaotic, and the sugar heart is not in a state of state, so calm down and tidy it up later. Knowing the chaos that everyone has seen recently, here Sugar Heart and everyone say sorry.

It's really hard to write this, and of course I hope to update more so that everyone can see how the story develops next. But some things always backfire, and the more you try to do it well, the worse you can't do it.

These days, Sugar Heart's brain is always blank, and sometimes I hold the computer and don't know what to write in front of the computer for hours, feeling that it is not right to write anything.

In the past half a month, Sugar Heart has always struggled in changing the text, it takes time to change, and I feel that the writing is very bad if I don't change it, although it is not satisfactory after the change, but Sugar Heart really doesn't want to leave regrets. After all, the purpose of Sugar Heart is to do its best to present you with a good article.

At least I can get people to read it, and that's a great incentive for me.

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