Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

The Ninth Prince glanced around suspiciously, and then saw Zhou Renlin who was behind the carriage and the thick tree pole. He was stunned, and suddenly realized. , who is that?"

"Mrs. Zhou." Rong Youtang replied, his right hand holding the wound on his left arm was quickly soaked in blood, warm and sticky, his eyes turned black from the pain.

"Ah?" Zhao Ze'an was stunned and had no time to think about it, so he hurried away immediately. Rong Youtang held his breath and accompanied him with a heavy heart, and he saw: because of the death of his second son, Yang Ruofang was wearing an onyx silk dress with a bean green bijia on his outer cover. The white veil cap she was wearing originally hung down to her waist, but it lifted up when she fell down—and when she was kicked down by the guards, she was holding a dagger across her chest, and she was kicked unexpectedly, and the dagger happened to stab her Entering the heart, blood gushes out.

The Ninth Prince took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and asked at a loss: "How could it be her?" Because Yang Ruofang is the queen's younger sister, she often visited the palace to pay her respects. When the Ninth Prince was young and ignorant, he was taught by the Queen to secretly Calling Yang Ruofang "Auntie" has a decent relationship on the surface.

"It's a long story—" Rong Youtang just said something, but was interrupted nervously by his biological father: "It's all because of Minghong's accidental death. I can't bear the pain of losing my son. I'm insane, and I can't help myself in words and deeds. It's definitely not an assassination." , Your Highness, please forgive me!" Zhou Renlin made a quick decision, made a decision in an instant, knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed for mercy.

In his past and present lives, Rong Youtang had a deep understanding of his biological father's character, and he was not surprised at all. As the blood flowed, his face gradually turned pale.

"You mean, she, she...?" Zhao Ze'an frowned, and took another two steps closer.

"Oh, I'm mourning Hong'er, I'm so worried, I'm crazy, otherwise, how could I hurt someone for no reason?" Zhou Renlin raised his sleeve to wipe his eyes, Su Yingying hugged her son, and knelt down with the maid and nanny tremblingly.

"Is she crazy?" The Ninth Prince was shocked.

"Yes!" Zhou Renlin nodded firmly.

"Get up, all of you get up." The Ninth Prince thought for a while, and ordered: "Anyway, let's put it aside for now, you go and see how she is hurt."

"Yes." Zhou Renlin sobbed and stood up, helping his concubine by the way. He was full of complaints, hated his wife for causing trouble again, and looked closely: Yang Ruofang was on the verge of death, bleeding from his heart, limp and weak, his hands and feet twitched from time to time, lying on his back in the arms of his trusted servant Inside, her lips were dry and ashen, slightly parted, blood was constantly overflowing, her resentful eyes drifted to her husband who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the concubine, panting ho ho, with a terrifying expression.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Zhou Renlin squatted down and asked, his eyes were indifferent, and he thought to himself: I have a serious injury in my heart, so it should be impossible to save, right?Thinking of this, he had a flash of inspiration, suddenly excited, filled with a secret sense of joy, full of anticipation: This bitter and mean tigress is finally going to die?Can I spend the rest of my life in peace?

"You, you...I hate, hate..." Yang Ruofang's breath was weak and she couldn't speak.

"Mrs. Zhou?" The Ninth Prince called softly.

Yang Ruofang didn't respond, and the two loyal servants didn't hear Zhou Renlin's explanation for his exoneration. They wailed, "Ma'am? Don't scare the old slave."

"Come here, help! My lord, you should help me to send my wife back to the manor for treatment!"

Rong Youtang stared intently at Yang Ruofang. He witnessed killing his mother and enemy and suffering fatal injuries. He thought he would relieve his hatred, but he didn't—his thoughts were blank, his eyes were straight, and he trembled violently for no reason. Is it because of excessive blood loss or something else.

"Go and have a look, is there any help?" The Ninth Prince ordered the chief guard. After all, he was young, and suddenly encountered such a chaotic situation, his brow was sweating.

"Yes." The head guard ordered to squat down, examine the location of the wound, stretched out his fingers to check the pulse, got up and shook his head, and whispered: "Your Highness, she is hurt in the heart vein, and I am afraid she will die." As soon as the words fell, the dying man suddenly burst rise--

"Hey! Ma'am, what are you doing? Let go, lie down, don't move around, the doctor will be here soon." Zhou Renlin yelled, reassuring carelessly, his clothes were grabbed by his wife, his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly broke free , shook off the opponent's hand vigorously.

"I, I..." Yang Ruofang coughed weakly, coughed up blood, her eyes seemed to be poisoned, she stared at her husband, but she was no match for death, her lips opened and closed, and she said intermittently: "Animal, animal, I hate, hate... ..." Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes became dilated, her pupils dilated, and she died without regret.

"lady!"

"My God!"

……

The servants screamed and wailed.

Sure enough, he was also ruthless towards his first wife, kicking him away whenever he had the chance!Rong Youtang clenched his teeth, his whole body turned cold, once again shocked by his biological father's selfishness.

"Today, what happened today?" The Ninth Prince muttered to himself, staring at Yang Ruofang absent-mindedly.

Rong Youtang woke up with a start, turned sideways to cover the corpse, bent down to comfort: "Don't be afraid, I will report the whole story in detail later."

"The Fengtian Supervisor clearly calculated that today is an auspicious day for traveling, so my father allowed me to leave the palace." Zhao Ze'an tried his best to calm down, clenched his fists and looked around, but he couldn't think of a way out of anxiety, and asked nervously: "Brother Rong, Zhou Madame...is seriously injured, and you are not seriously injured, what should I do? Is there a doctor around here?"

"No hurry, I can still hold on." Rong Youtang cheered up, borrowed the guard's knife, cut off a piece of clothing, and with the help of the other party, he roughly bandaged it to stop the bleeding, and solemnly reminded: "Your Highness, the crowd is crowded here, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time , you please return to the palace or to the mansion as soon as possible."

"I'm going to the palace, to celebrate the palace!" Zhao Ze'an blurted out and emphasized that he had seen freedom outside, so he naturally resisted the dull and oppressive imperial palace with strict rules.

Rong Youtang nodded: "Okay, then go to Prince Qing's Mansion."

This is near the intersection of the bustling city. After using a knife, seeing blood, and hearing "there is an assassin, protect Your Highness", the surrounding people were shocked and gathered curiously to inquire about the situation.

"Master Rong, look at this mess!" The chief guard was in a state of desperation, he subconsciously chose to abandon Zhou Renlin, who had a high official position, and turned to Rong Youtang for discussion.

Rong Youtang calmly made the arrangements: "The most urgent thing is to send His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince back to Prince Qing's Mansion safely, and let Mr. Zhou arrange Mrs. Zhou. Let's report the truth as soon as possible and wait for His Majesty's order."

"it is good!"

"Where's His Highness's carriage?" Rong Youtang and the guards protected the Ninth Prince behind them, blocking countless speculative gazes.

"On the opposite side. Alas, it is blocked by a human wall." The chief guard raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, hurry up, drive the carriage over!"

After a while, the tall and sturdy carriage drove away the onlookers with difficulty, and squeezed into the crowd. Rong Youtang endured dizziness, and urged the Ninth Prince to board the carriage. Flashing, crowding the carriages away from the chaotic scene.

Rong Youtang and a guard stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

More and more people rushed to hear the news, and there was a lot of commotion and discussion, and the crowd was crowded.

He is crying?

Rong Youtang slowly approached his biological father with a complicated expression.

"Madam? Madam, wake up!" Zhou Renlin sat down, hugged his wife's body and shook desperately, tears streaming down his face, and shouted with all his strength: "Come on, come on! Where's the doctor?"

"Master Zhou, please be patient." The guard said politely.

With mixed feelings in Rong Youtang's heart, he reminded sternly: "Master Zhou, please lead your family back to the house as soon as possible, and don't cause the people to crowd and stampede."

Zhou Renlin raised his head following the sound, and looked at the eldest son for a few breaths. He was keenly aware that his son might have seen through his own darkness and was secretly happy. without you."

Pretend!

You are crying on the surface, but there is joy in your eyes. I know you are happy in your heart. You are a sanctimonious, hypocrite, and you have been pretending all your life!

Rong Youtang suddenly became extremely angry, lowered his face, and asked lightly: "Master Zhou, do you want to arrange funeral affairs for Mrs. Zhou right here?"

"I, I..." Zhou Renlin was at a loss for words, and secretly scolded his son for not helping him. He hugged Yang Ruofang's body, tried his best to express his grief, and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Come on, send your wife back to the mansion and ask the doctor to treat her!"

"I'm coming!"

"My lord, please get on the sedan chair." The Zhou family's servants and servants were in a hurry, all of them looked like the sky had fallen, and cried out in panic.

Zhou Renlin obediently was picked up by the servants, mourning deeply, and left with his wife's dead body on the sedan chair, leaving a lot of blood on the ground.

end of time

King Qing received the report and hurried back to his residence from Daying in the northern suburbs.

"How about Xiaojiu?" Zhao Zeyong strode forward, with the wind blowing under his feet.

The housekeeper trotted to follow, and told the truth: "According to the guards who followed, His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness was unscathed because of Lord Rong's timely protection, but he witnessed the bloody scene of Mrs. Zhou's death and was frightened. Mr. Rong."

"How is he hurt?" Zhao Zeyong asked again.

The butler had already become a human being, he understood it, and answered cautiously: "Master Rong is wounded on his left arm, the wound is nearly two inches long, the depth is almost to the bone, bleeding profusely, the doctor is treating it."

Zhao Zeyong didn't say a word, dressed in light armor, with a heroic appearance, strode up the steps, turned into the corridor, walked quickly, and asked after a while, "Have you sent a message to the palace?"

"The next time the Ninth Highness returned to the mansion, the old slave sent someone into the palace to report the news. His Majesty was furious, and asked you to appease the Young Highness and find out the reason as soon as possible."

Zhao Zeyong nodded, said nothing, his jaw tensed.

"In addition, His Royal Highness, His Second Highness, His Highness King Rui, etc., all sent people to come to express their condolences after hearing the news, and sent many shocking items. The old slave has already reported clearly; also, the family of the Lord Rong came to inquire about the situation, and the old slave dared , lead them to be with Lord Rong on your own initiative." The steward reported respectfully.

"You did the right thing."

Zhao Zeyong affirmed that when he walked to the wing where Rong Youtang used to live, he paused suddenly, turned around, and asked coldly, "What did the Zhou family say?"

The butler was well aware of King Qing's personality, so he was cautious and careful, and answered carefully: "The Empress sent someone to comfort Your Highness, and explained that because Mrs. Zhou couldn't bear the pain of losing her son, unfortunately, she became insane and hurt others unconsciously, and eventually died on the spot. , not deliberately assassinating the prince."

Zhao Zeyong said in a calm tone: "Mrs. Zhou used weapons to hurt people, what has she to do with the queen? Could it be that she instigated it?"

"Your Highness, calm down."

"This king is questioning the Zhou family, not the queen!"

Zhao Zeyong was furious, couldn't bear it anymore, and ordered: "She was armed in the street, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the assassination of the imperial court official was undoubtedly confirmed, and she was also suspected of assassinating the prince, lawless and appalling! Since the emperor has an order, you should go to the Ministry of punishment immediately and pass the copy. According to the king, send two foremen and several officials to the Zhou mansion for an autopsy and investigation to see if Mrs. Zhou is really crazy or not!"

"Yes." The butler bowed to accept the order, not daring to delay, and quickly carried out the order.

Rong Youtang heard the movement in the wing room, hurried out to find out what happened, quickly stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, calm down, don't worry, your little Highness is not injured."

Zhao Zeyong suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and looked up:

Rong Youtang's face and lips were pale, his left arm was bandaged, and he hadn't changed his clothes yet, the sleeves, front and hem of the robe were stained with blood.

Outrageous!

Zhao Zeyong's suppressed anger suddenly revived, his face was extremely ugly, he lowered his head, raised his left arm with both hands, checked the bandaged wound, and didn't answer for a long time.

"It's just a flesh injury. The doctor said that it will be cured after a month or so." Rong Youtang pretended to be relaxed.

The Ninth Prince was in a hurry, ran down the steps, raised his face, and told his elder brother nervously: "Brother, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou are dead! Those who die in front of me will not die with peace."

"Understood." Zhao Zeyong replied in a deep voice, stroking his younger brother's head in comfort, and stroking his hair so that his hair was messy.

Rong Kaiji and Li Shun stepped forward, politely said: "The grassroots see Your Highness."

"Excuse me." Zhao Zeyong raised his hand to support him, pushed Rong Youtang lightly, and said, "Go in and talk."

half an hour later

Rong Youtang told the situation as detailed as possible, Zhao Zeyong nodded, and said solemnly: "That's just the Zhou family's one-sided remarks, which need to be verified. Hmph, it's really absurd to have a dispute in the back house and go to the downtown to kill people!"

Next to his elder brother, the Ninth Prince whispered, "Father wanted to tell me to go back to the palace immediately, but I wanted to wait here, so I pushed. Brother, please explain to me."

Zhao Zeyong nodded briskly, and gently warned: "Go and rest, don't worry, and continue to study hard from tomorrow morning, I will solve this matter."

"Okay, I'll ask again when I wake up." The Ninth Prince was tired and left with a sigh.

Rong Youtang's mouth was dry and he was about to drink tea, but Zhao Zeyong raised his hand to hold him down, and said loudly, "Come here, bring warm water." After a pause, he leaned closer and said, "I've lost too much blood. , look at your pale face, are you dizzy?"

"A little bit." Rong Youtang answered truthfully.

Zhao Zeyong couldn't hide his distress, and urged in a low voice: "Lie down and rest, don't hold on."

"It's okay, let's discuss it again, don't be impulsive."

Unable to control it, Rong Kaiji turned his head quietly, and Rong Youtang subconsciously straightened his back, looking upright and serious.

It was dusk, and the setting sun shone three feet into the threshold, bright and warm.

The room was silent for a long while.

Rong Youtang was in a state of embarrassment, when suddenly there was a steward from the palace outside the door asking for an audience, Zhao Zeyong agreed, sat up straight, and the steward shouted: "His Royal Highness, Marquis Pingnan and his grandson, Mr. Zhou Mingjie, came to ask for an audience. Apologize to Your Highness and ask for forgiveness."

Well done!

Zhao Zeyong stood up with a blank expression on his face.