Chapter 10

The girl who was kneeling on the ground was embarrassed and her face was pale.

When she came, the stagnant water on the road soaked the hem of her shoes and socks, and her shoulders and sideburns were inevitably wet by the rain, and her gray face and slightly trembling thin figure added a bit of pity to it.

is obviously such a good complexion, but it is like a flower whose branches are about to bloom and fail, and there is no vitality.

Shen Yu watched without saying a word, the hand on his knee increased his strength, and the severe pain pressed over the bone-eating itch of the injury, in exchange for a moment of relief.

Staying in the dungeon for too long, even if you haven't done it yourself, you still have a bloody smell.

This made him a little sick and impatient.

And Rong Jin, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved, she was holding the paper ball that had been crumpled and unformed, she was obviously terribly afraid, but she still looked up at Shen Yu: "If you are sincere and decided, the slave and maid can only obey, but dare to ask you for extra kindness, and the slave and maid will do their best to do things from now on......

In the past, Shen Yu used her as a tool to refuse the royal marriage, Rong Jin had nothing to say, after all, he brought himself out of the Li Palace, and there was no advantage in vain in the world.

But now, Shen Yu wants her to be this accomplice and accomplice, if there is no benefit, she can only be slaughtered, then she might as well give up this life now.

Rong Jin also knew that he was not qualified to make a deal with Shen Yu, but in the end, he was still unwilling to give in.

She tried to pretend to be calm, but the trembling voice had already exposed the bottom, and the apricot eyes were filled with water vapor, reflecting the light of the candle flame, which looked like faint stars in the dark night.

Shen Yu didn't expect that she was not begging for mercy when she opened her mouth, and said with interest: "What do you want?" ”

"If one day, slaves and maids are no longer of use to you, can you ......?"

Rong Jin wants to be free, she has been trapped in the courtyard for these days, and she has not shown the slightest dissatisfaction on her face, but she has always been thinking about the world outside in her heart.

But before she could speak, she herself thought it was too stupid, shook her head weakly, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

In the future, if he does things for Shen Yu, even if he has no value one day in the future, he can know these secrets, and he is already lucky not to be killed, how can he hope to leave?

It's like falling into the quicksand of the desert, you can't break free, you can't escape, you can only watch yourself being submerged.

Rong Jin raised his hand to cover his eyes, so he didn't shed tears, and said reluctantly: "There is a little sister in the slave's family, she is careless, and now she lives alone under her stepmother...... It's nothing to endure hardships and hardships, but I'm afraid that she will follow in the footsteps of slaves, so I want to ask Granny Su to take care of her. ”

Her father was a small guard under the imperial city.

Because he saw that his colleague offered a daughter to King Li, he was promoted from Zhichang to lieutenant after being favored, and in a blink of an eye, the family climbed the high branches, and under the influence of his stepmother Yu, he also had the heart to follow suit.

Rong Jin didn't have any expectations for this father for a long time, and he didn't think about earning this so-called future for the Rong family, but he couldn't let go of Rong Qi, so he was pinched.

Before her mother died, she held Rong Jin's hand on the sickbed and asked her to take good care of her little sister. Now that she knows that her fate has been decided, she thinks about it, and this is the only thing she remembers.

Even if she didn't mention it, with Shen Yu's status, it couldn't be easier to find out her life experience, so she simply spread it out.

"That's what you want?" Shen Yu's gaze fell on the little moth flying around the candle flame, "But you should also know that you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." ”

For Shen Yu, such a request was just a matter of words, but he did not agree easily.

"The slave just wants to ask you to ......" Rong Jin put his posture very low, his forehead against the hard ground, and said softly, "In your words, isn't it cost-effective to change slaves and maids to do their best?" ”

She was prostrate on the dark marble floor, her long hair curling up, revealing a slender and white neck, delicate and fragile like fine white porcelain.

It makes people feel that her nonsense name is also appropriate.

The flying moths fluttered on the lamp, and the candle flame trembled, and a scorching smell surged from the small "crackling" sound.

Shen Yu took a bamboo strip and slowly stirred it, and waited until the candle flame was lit up again, and then replied: "Not bad." ”

Hearing this disguised promise, Rong Jinqiang's shoulders and back collapsed, as if he was out of strength.

She said that she would "do her best" for Shen Yu, and she also made up her mind to be this accomplice, but when it was time to do it, it was not so easy.

There is still undried ink in the inkstone, which was left by Shen Yu.

Rong Jin unfolded the crumpled paper and spread it flat, and when she looked closely, she found that the content on it was not made up randomly, and most of the words had appeared on the previous family letter, which was enough for her to imitate the sky seamlessly.

A letter from home full of warmth, just by disassembling and putting it together, it becomes an invisible murder knife.

What kind of punishment will be incurred for the great crime of collaborating with the enemy and plotting against the enemy?

Beheading or Ling Chi? Will the family be implicated? Can the pair of Yuxue's lovely children in the letter be saved?

Rong Jin was dipped in ink, and it was clear that she had practiced many times and could write with her eyes closed, but when she put down the pen, her hands trembled irrepressibly, and the words she wrote were naturally out of shape.

Shen Yu took the cup of leftover tea that had been cooled, and frowned: "Rewrite." ”

"Okay." Rong Jin replied weakly, crumpled the scrapped letterhead, and grabbed it on his forearm fiercely, trying to calm down.

She showed no mercy to herself, and a few red marks suddenly appeared on her porcelain-like skin, which at first glance looked like she had been whipped.

But when I can write again, it still can't be done.

Shen Yu's heavy gaze moved from the flower note to her face, Rong Jin knew that his patience was about to run out, and bit his lip: "The slave will write it as soon as possible." ”

She didn't mean to delay, this kind of clumsy trick couldn't hide from Shen Yu, and it was useless. She's just ......

I can't face my own meanness yet.

Rong Jin has lived for sixteen years, and he asks himself if he is a saint, but he has at least a clear conscience over the years, and he has not harmed anyone. From now on, she doesn't deserve to think like that again.

Juanxiu's hairpin flower is written all over half a page, Rong Jin only feels sour, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, and then tears are like beads with broken threads, rolling down.

Before Rong Jin could react, Shen Yu had already moved, and reached out to catch the few tears to avoid wetting the flower paper.

Warm tears fell on the cold palm, he was stunned, clenched his hands weakly, and naturally caught nothing.

"Don't cry," Shen Yu's voice was a little tired, but the words he said were still ruthless, "Or do you want to write a few more times?" ”

Rong Jin shook his head silently.

She put down the pen, wiped away the tears left in the corners of her eyes, and knelt down: "Or, you should kill me." ”

Doing things without conscience was more difficult than she expected.

As long as I think that this fluttering page will ruin people's families, every word I write is like a silent Ling Chi.

Shen Yu lowered her eyes and looked, but she couldn't see her expression clearly when she buried her head, only the black sideburns and the trembling hairpin on her hair.

The slender and powerful hand pinched Rong Jin's chin, forcing her to tilt her head.

"Now that you have boarded my thief ship, there is no reason to give up halfway." Shen Yu looked at her red eyes from crying, and said condescendingly, "Rong Jin." ”