Chapter 560

Rong Su said "well" and asked casually, "did you sleep well last night?"

Liu Yue nodded shyly, with a smile on her lips: "thanks to the seventh childe, otherwise, when she first entered the Guyong mansion, she didn't even have a place to settle down. She was afraid that she would be living in the street and sleeping in the open."

Let's not deny that a person who can run from Kyoto to Dingzhou has no money. Since money is money, there are inns in the wild. Besides, they have already arrived in the city.

However, the other party was interested in courting, and Rong Su was also lazy to go deep. He had heard a lot of such things before and didn't put them in his mind.

"It's not early. If you are hungry, I'll tell you downstairs." In the end, it was the one he had taken in, and he said something along the way.

Liu Yuejiao nodded her head and bowed her body: "the little girl left first."

Liu Yue knows that if Rong Su wants to look at her in a different way, he can't be too cheap, proper and dignified, which is the long-term solution.

If you talk to the seventh Lord, you will not stop. The other side is tired of not talking. I am afraid that you will feel that you have other plans and have a strong purpose. When you are proper, you will be smart and sensible, which will make him feel good.

Knowing how to get along with each other, Liu Yue goes over Rong Su and goes downstairs as if she is really hungry.

Just walked to the stairway, Liu Yue stopped again, pretending to wake up and asked, "have you used to be the seventh childe?"

Rong Su looks at the door that hasn't been opened. Subconsciously, he shakes his head.

Liu Yue then said: "the little girl first sent breakfast for the seventh childe. If she is late, she is afraid that the kitchen will be busy and not careful."

Liu Yue's words are very flattering and can be said to be irresistible. They are neither courteous nor indifferent. They are of the right scale, not many.

Liu Yue finished, with a pair of watery eyes, looked straight at Rong su.

Rong Su hesitated for a moment, as if he thought of something, and then he said, "well."

Liu Yue left with a smile and looked back at Liu Yue's back. After a while, she looked back again at the long-standing door. Her thin lips formed a line.

Rong recalled that, in the same way, the little girl used to nag in his ear. If she didn't eat, she would not give up. But she was obedient in the daytime and didn't procrastinate. At night, she came to talk to him and asked him to reason. She also found a pile of things back to force him to finish eating.

Obviously it's boring. Now I want to come, but I want to laugh.

Rong Su shook his head, thinking that if Mr. Liu really can't save the child, he would immediately go to Kyoto and recruit two people from the hospital.

If the girl died, she would be reluctant. It's pitiful to serve the child in daily life.

In the room.

A series of silver needles stabbed the acupoints, but for two quarters of an hour, Liu Wei's head was already sweating.

It takes a lot of energy to concentrate on acupuncture. After a long time, it's easy to dry up the energy. Liu Wei has a good brain and enough internal power, but he can't stand it. It's hard to work and waste his mind.

However, Liu Wei felt that if she wanted to save the girl, her success rate was in danger.

Frowning tightly, Liu Wei now only hopes that the girl can find some wisdom, not too much, a little is enough.

Liu Wei is afraid of it. The little girl has no mind, no clear consciousness, and the situation of brain death is no different from that of a vegetable.

Liu Wei's side is busy, and Rong Ling's side is not idle.

Especially after Rong Leng made the wanted order, the Yamen went up and down, but they all came to find him. They promised him that Mr. Zhong would not be a traitor or a villain, nor could he kill people. Mr. Zhong is just a weak scholar, and he has no power to bind a chicken. He can only take a pen and stick. How dare he kill people with a knife.

It is Rong Ling who sets up the evidence of his guilt and shows that he is hurt by Zhong Ziyu when he fights with him. Others still don't believe him.

Even sun Qi, who has always been with Rong Leng as a lookout, has made a wriggling inquiry, is it wrong?

Rong Leng is too lazy to speak with them in detail. Once the order is issued, Rong Leng will seal it himself and post it immediately.

It's such a small place for the ancient Yong mansion to join the Communist Party. Rong Ling is the biggest official here. Even if there is anything else that others want to say, they dare not say it directly.

At last, sun Qi sighed and motioned for someone to post the notice.

And sure enough, Mr. Zhong, who has a good reputation, is actually a murderer and attacks the court's officials. The people began to whisper, four of which are rumors, but they are all for Zhong Ziyu's excuse.

Some people even said that it was someone in the Yamen who didn't like Mr. Zhong, who deliberately framed a crime of killing him. In fact, it was clearly a public revenge.

People were filled with indignation. They wanted to find Mr. Zhong to come out and make it clear to their faces, but when they went to find someone in Zhongfu, they found that there was no one in it.

Are you really afraid of crime?

Gradually, the rumor is more serious, and a wide variety of rumors, but also extreme.At noon, in a farmhouse in Sancai Town, Guyong Prefecture, a middle-aged man with a poor appearance came into the yard with a bag of gold sore medicine.

The courtyard was clear and quiet. The middle-aged man closed the door, walked directly to the main room, went in, looked at the direction of the bed, determined that the person on the bed had not gone, put the wounded medicine on the table, took out a notice from the sleeve, and handed it to the front of the bed.

The quiet man slowly opens his eyes, which is different from his polite appearance. When he opens his eyes, he is full of cool and thin sharp eyes.

He took the notice, looked at it casually, and sneered, "it's polite to be so evasive."

The middle-aged man poured himself a glass of water, sat on the chair, thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he asked, "I'm just curious. Who told you that it's this way to love someone?"

The man of Qing Jun left the notice behind, looked up, closed his eyes again, obviously didn't want to answer.

But the middle-aged man was reluctant to give up: "I know you've seen a descendant of the Ji family, but you haven't had a deep relationship with the Ji family yet? Do you have to go to this muddy water again? That's all. But if you like that person, you just want that person to hate you and make yourself dying? What kind of love is that? When you move your hand, you will make the people around you in disorder. You will also kill the son. In the end, you will kill the bird. If you say that you do this, you will rob the man one day, and you will not be afraid of the man at midnight. You will stab him secretly... "

Before the last word "you" is finished, Qing Jun's man sneered, his eyes did not open, but he turned his back to the middle-aged man, saying that he was going to have a rest.

And the middle-aged man in Leng for a while, a pat on the forehead, muttering: "how can I forget, if you are afraid of death, it is not you."