Looking at the knife in Rong Ling's hand, Jin Shuliang couldn't stop trembling: "You, you..."

"Are you awake?" Rong Ling looked at him, and under the moonlight, a strange and unpredictable smile appeared on her face, "Since I'm awake, let's talk. You must know why you appear here, right?"

"It's you!" Jin Shuliang suddenly realized, "You drugged me."

"That's right." Rong Ling didn't intend to deny it at all, she raised her eyebrows lightly, "It's just that there are two sleeping pills in the wine, don't worry, it's not a lot."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jin Shuliang couldn't calm down, his voice was trembling.

"You know what I want to do, don't you?" Rong Ling stroked the cold and sharp blade of the kitchen knife with his thumb, "Repay debts, pay for murder, and young master Jin has been in the city of Beiping for so many years, you don't know, right? ?”

When death was approaching, Jin Shuliang's desire to survive made him argue: "No... I don't know what I did, Miss Rong, there must be a misunderstanding..."

"Oh." Rong Ling interrupted him, "Misunderstanding, Jin Shuliang, when you ordered your subordinates to kill my brother, why didn't you say it was a misunderstanding?"

When she made it clear, Jin Shuliang's face turned pale, and he wanted to explain again, but Rong Ling was already impatient with his nonsense: "I could have just told my father about this and let his subordinates get rid of you, but I didn't, do you know why?"

"Why...why?" Jin Shuliang was trembling, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

"Because it's too cheap for you to die under their guns. How can a person like you calm down the hatred in my heart if you don't cut him into pieces?" Rong Ling weighed the knife in his hand, "I don't know Jin Da Have you ever heard of Lingchi’s technique? It’s like slicing a fish fillet, cutting off the prisoner’s flesh piece by piece. It is said that the experienced executioner can slice a thousand pieces without leaving the prisoner alive. A pair of moving eyeballs."

Rong Ling seemed to be thinking of some wonderful scene, with a smile still on his face: "It's a pity that I'm not good at craftsmanship, and it's the first time I've done this kind of thing. If there's anything I'm not satisfied with, I'll trouble you to take care of it."

After finishing speaking, Rong Ling stopped going straight forward, and Jin Shuliang screamed like a pig being killed for the first cut.

His begging for mercy was endless, but Rong Ling didn't move at all, and let the blood drip from his body, soaking the dusty ground.

Gradually, Jin Shuliang stopped begging for mercy, and instead shouted for help.

It's a pity that this is an abandoned house in the suburbs that Rong Ling had chosen a long time ago, no one would agree even if he yelled out his throat, but the crow on the tree was frightened and flew away.

The more Jin Shuliang screamed, blood came out of his throat, the happier Rong Ling felt.

Her eyes were gradually smeared with blood, the glass of wine she drank when she came here made Rong Ling a little dizzy, her sharp smile even covered Jin Shuliang's howling in pain, like a female ghost crawling out of the underworld to seek her life.

Rong Ling vowed not to give up if he didn't want to take revenge.

How can his pain today compare to Rong Ling's heart-wrenching pain when he lost his dearest relative?

Rong Ling only hated himself for not being able to crush Jin Shuliang to ashes, so why would he care if his hands were covered with the blood of the enemy?

……

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Shuliang's howling gradually weakened, and his whole body was soaked in his own blood, leaving only his last breath, his eyes were still wide open in horror.

Rong Ling was still puzzled, she picked up the petrol can that had been prepared in the corner and raised it high——

A bucket of gasoline was poured down with a splash.

Even though Jin Shuliang was about to die, he was stimulated to struggle violently, like a fish that had been slaughtered, his life was gone, and his body still retained the last instinct to survive.

The smell of gasoline was pungent, and soon mixed with the smell of blood.

Rong Ling looked at Jin Shuliang, who was not so much a human being, but a puddle of meat paste, and slowly took out a box of matches.

The match was struck, and the faint light revealed the determination in her eyes.

She raised her hand and threw the match that was still burning.

Jin Shuliang's cursing with his last whoo ho was quickly swallowed by the flames, and the blazing flames made Rong Ling's face ache.

The knife in Rong Ling's hand fell to the ground, and she staggered, taking three or two steps back.

The fire spread rapidly through the old wooden house, and Rong Ling had no intention of escaping.

She seemed a little tired, and sat down in the middle of the room.

What are you running away from?

Because of her, she killed her elder brother. She is only a teenager this year. Wouldn't she have to live in pain of remorse for the next few decades?

It would be better to go early.

At this moment, Rong Ling would rather believe that there was a rumor from the underworld, at least in this way, before she crossed the Naihe Bridge, she might be able to meet Rong Yuanyun and apologize to her brother.

The flames swallowed everything, and the thick smoke billowed, choking Rong Ling to tears.

Just when she thought everything would end tonight, a figure suddenly broke in.

The woman is slender and anxious, and she is Zhong Shuyi who should be resting in Rong Zhai at this moment.

The beams and wooden frames were pulled hoarsely, Rong Ling was found by Zhong Shuyi before she even heard Zhong Shuyi's footsteps.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Rong Ling's hand and ran outside.

Rong Ling refused to move: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to save you." Zhong Shuyi still had difficulty speaking, she coughed several times due to choking, her face was darkened.

"I won't go, you go out by yourself." Rong Ling waved Zhong Shuyi's hand away, "Who wants you to save me?"

With an impatient face on her face, she pushed Zhong Shuyi: "You can go on your own, whether I live or die has nothing to do with you."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the burning beams on the roof fell down, and Zhong Shuyi was pushed by Rong Ling, and his right shoulder happened to bump into it.

Rong Ling was stunned for a moment: "No...I..."

Her defense was somewhat weak, but Zhong Shuyi seemed to feel no pain, and grabbed Rong Ling's hand again: "If you don't go, I will accompany you and die together."

Her hand held Rong Ling tightly, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

Rong Ling didn't expect this person to have such a stubborn temper. She was already dizzy from the thick smoke and couldn't speak anymore.

Zhong Shu saw the complaint, put Rong Ling's hand on her shoulder, and led her to flee.

Rong Ling lost all strength, and subconsciously clung to Zhong Shuyi, letting her lead the way. Afterwards, her eyes darkened and she passed out completely.

When he opened his eyes again, the top of his head was already the familiar mahogany bed top in the wing room of Rong Zhai.

As soon as Rong Ling moved, he heard the girl Qiushui's joyful voice: "Miss is awake? I'll call Miss Shuyi right away?!"

Before Rong Ling could speak, Qiu Shui hurried out.

After a while, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. When approaching the door, Zhong Shuyi paused, put away his presumptuous look of joy, lifted the hem of his skirt, and stepped into the wing room.

Rong Ling blinked, and saw Zhong Shuyi appear beside her bed.

She was wearing a soft light blue satin cheongsam, and the light in her eyes was also soft: "Are you awake?"

Rong Ling opened her mouth, and just about to say something, a hoarse sound came from her throat, which made her cough repeatedly.

Qiu Shui, who was waiting on the side, quickly turned around and poured tea, and handed it to Rong Ling: "Miss, didn't you go to the ball with Young Master Jian last night? Why did you come back in such a mess? You are still covered in ashes, and Miss Shuyi won't let me Tell Ma'am."

No wonder I didn't see her mother crying, it turned out that Zhong Shuyi had kept it from her.

Rong Ling took a sip of tea, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing, you just pretend nothing happened in the future. Qiushui, you go down, I have something to talk to Yijie."

"Yes, I'll be waiting outside, if you need something, just call me."

After Qiu Shui left, Rong Ling struggled to support himself and sat up from the bed.

Zhong Shuyi looked at her nervously, as if he wanted to say something, but finally his lips moved, and he didn't say anything, but helped her to sit down.

"Don't worry, I've already died once, and I won't think about dying again." Rong Ling guessed her thoughts.

She looked at Zhong Shuyi, as if looking at others through her: "Since you will show up to save me, it must be my brother's blessing in the dark, he definitely doesn't want me to seek life and death for him."

No, this is not Rong Yuanyun's blessing, Zhong Shuyi squeezed the handkerchief in his palm tightly.

It was I who thought about her day and night, cared about her every move, and noticed Rong Ling's recent abnormalities, especially before going out to the dance yesterday, she stopped in front of Rong's house for a long time and looked back for a long time.

At that time, Zhong Shuyi, who had just returned from the medical clinic, saw this scene, and felt somewhat flustered for no reason.

She was very upset and fidgeted in Rong's residence, and finally called a rickshaw secretly from the back door, went out to find Rong Ling, and saw Rong Ling and Jin Shuliang leaving at the ball.

The rickshaw driver's foot strength was not as strong as that of a car, and Zhong Shuyi almost lost him. In the end, it was the burning light of the abandoned wooden house in the countryside that showed her the way.

But Rong Ling didn't know that behind this, Zhong Shuyi's heart was up and down.

Maybe Jin Shuliang was the mastermind behind the scenes, but now she finally spoke to Zhong Shuyi calmly: "I remember you injured your shoulder yesterday, how are you doing now?"

Zhong Shuyi seemed to remember this: "I'm fine."

The beam was thrown down so hard, how could she be fine, Rong Ling didn't say a word, and put his hand on Zhong Shuyi's shoulder.

Zhong Shuyi dodged subconsciously, and suddenly felt pain from the newly bandaged wound under her clothes. She suppressed the movement of inhaling, but the slightly wrinkled brow did not escape Rong Ling's eyes.

Rong Ling guessed the answer, but Zhong Shuyi didn't want to let herself see it, so it was inconvenient for her to ask: "Recover well, don't get hurt."

"Yes." Zhong Shuyi agreed.

She looked at Rong Ling, the girl in front of her drank a few sips of hot tea, and it was midsummer again, her face, which had no luster since Rong Yuanyun's death, finally became a little more bloody today, with red in the white, like a branch Full. Full of honey. Peach.

Zhong Shuyi's heart twitched, and with pity, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Rong Ling's forehead.

This kiss came too suddenly, like a touch of water, Rong Ling was taken aback for a moment, then Zhong Shuyi opened his mouth and said: "In the future, there will be me."

If he didn't know that Zhong Shuyi hadn't practiced speaking the whole sentence well, it would be like a promise between lovers for anyone to listen.

It's just that Rong Ling didn't have any distracting thoughts, and only regarded this kiss as an interaction between relatives. She was a little unaccustomed to it for a while, pursed her lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Who wants you to take care of it? Just take care of yourself."

Zhong Shuyi was originally dumb before, even after being cured, she was reticent. She did not refute, and looked at Rong Ling quietly with a faint smile on her lips.

Rong Ling felt uncomfortable from this gaze. She turned over and lay down on the bed, turning her face away: "I'm a little tired, you should go back and rest too."

Zhong Shuyi didn't say anything, and put down the bed net to keep out mosquitoes from the jade hook for her, and then left.

The author has something to say: the revenge will be avenged, the emotional line is here, hehe!

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