Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 829 What can be said and what cannot be said

Chapter 829 What can be said and what cannot be said

The well water was brought up, and the bucket was put aside, Rong Jindong unconsciously spread out his palm, looked at his palm, and saw the red strangle marks on it.

The child's delicate face was no longer as innocent as it used to be.

His expression was very serious and calm. After looking at the palm of his hand, he put it down very quickly, his eyes remained calm, as if the pain in the palm of his hand and the weakness of his body had nothing to do with him.

Next to the well, there were two large basins of dirty clothes. Those clothes were really dirty, and most of them were made of cotton wool. They would be very heavy when soaked in water.

He poured the well water that had just been pumped into the basin, squatted down, and he began to rub it.

He didn't dare to use too much saponins, there is a certain amount of this thing, so he only sprinkled a little bit of saponins powder, most of them were with his hands.

Such a small child can have a lot of strength, but looking at his upright face, it seems that he didn't use much strength to do this.

A little maid passing by saw it, and said to the old mother next to her: "Today is the first day of the new year, why do you let him do things, after all, he is also the eldest son of the mansion, isn't this, too much?"

The young maid still held a trace of sympathy.

Especially when I saw that small and short child squatting in front of a basin bigger than him, washing clothes diligently, I couldn't help but think of my younger brother.

In this kind of weather, the little ancestor in the family is afraid that his parents are still used to being in bed, and he is reluctant to wake him up.

The old mother also took a look, but after reading it, there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, and she said after a while, "Did you hear that a girl in the main courtyard died before?"

The little maid nodded. There are no secrets in this mansion. Usually, if there is news about which room, the other rooms usually know it very quickly.

The old mother lowered her voice and said, "That girl, she was in charge of this young master before, but suddenly one day, something happened, and she went away, and the way she went was extremely miserable. They all said, The man was killed by the eldest son."

The little servant girl was obviously taken aback when she heard this, but she still didn't believe it: "How old is this young man, can he kill a grown-up? These people spread the word."

"I don't know if it's rumored or not, but when someone finds this young master, do you know where the young master is?"

"Where is it?" the little maid asked.

"In the dry well outside the firewood house, he actually slept in the well for five full days. You said, if he was upright, why didn't he ask the manager for the key to open the firewood house door and live in the well? What are you afraid of, what are you guilty of?"

The little maid was a little surprised: "How can people live in this well?"

The old mother sighed: "Yeah, where has anyone heard of people living in that kind of place? This little guy can just sleep in! So, we must not take care of his affairs. Who knows what this little guy is? Temper, if you don’t keep one unhappy, you and I will be thrown into the well.”

The little servant girl trembled when she heard that, she didn't dare to look at Rong Jindong who was washing clothes, but quickened her pace, dragging the old mother to walk quickly.

The gossip in my ear has never been less.

Not far away, Rong Jindongfang naturally heard what the maid and the nanny said clearly, but he didn't raise his head, his eyelids and body didn't shake.

Some words, after listening too much, actually become numb.

With his little head buried, he continued to wash his clothes. The little guy was exhausted and sweated all over in a short while, but because of the cold wind blowing, within a short while, the sweat on his body was blown dry again, and every time he was blown dry, He felt as if he was in an ice cave, the conflict between hot and cold made people's teeth chatter, but his hands still didn't stop, and he didn't even think about going to a warmer place to hide from the lazy.

He continued to wash honestly, he knew that only after these clothes were washed could he have food.

"Elder Young Master." At this moment, a voice called out to his ears.

Rong Jindong's hand holding his clothes froze suddenly, he belatedly raised his head, and saw outside the yard, a maid in pink was holding a handkerchief, looking at the people in the yard with disgust. In a mess, he walked in with a frown.

The servant girl in pink clothes walked up to Rong Jindong, looked him up and down, then snorted, and said: "Don't wash your clothes today, someone will change your clothes later, pack them up, and go with me yes."

Rong Jindong looked at her straight, without saying a word.

The maid in pink was originally full of contempt for him, but seeing his eyes now, she was inexplicably hesitant, she frowned, paused, and then said: "The princess is very merciful, today is the first day of the new year , give you a day off."

Rong Jindong listened, but didn't believe it.

If you are truly compassionate, you don't have to wait until today.

He knew that what he was going through now was all ordered by the so-called princess, and of course, the connivance of his good father was also indispensable.

As the pink-clothed maid said, after a while, three or two old mothers came over, holding new clothes in their hands.

First let Rong Jindong change his clothes, then he personally rectified for him, and finally said: "The princess is kind, the eldest son should cherish the blessing, no matter who you meet in a while, what can you say, what can't you say, my lord Young Master, you have to think clearly. In the final analysis, outsiders are always outsiders, and it’s fine to come here once in a while. You can’t protect anyone for a lifetime. And the Eldest Young Master certainly doesn’t want to. If you try to be quick for a while, what you get in return is endless. miserable days, eh?"

The old nanny spoke very cautiously, but Rong Jindong understood, this is someone from the mansion, and she still wanted to see her by name, that's why she staged such a scene.

Rong Jindong probably already guessed who the visitor was, it was nothing more than his Fifth Emperor Uncle, who seemed to have said before that he would let him have a more relaxed life.

It's just that he really doesn't care about the "generosity" of that fifth emperor uncle.

Rong Jindong had complicated feelings towards Rong Fei.

He knew that Uncle Wuhuang was training him and casting him, and he also knew that Uncle Wuhuang had placed many people around him, so he could do some things without any worries, even though life was still going on. It was difficult and difficult, but at least, he had hope in his heart. He knew that he was not alone. At least, he was tortured to death one day, and it was not unknown.

Of course, he also knew that he would not be tortured to death. His fifth emperor uncle was by his side and would not allow him to die.

That Uncle Wu Huang hoped that he would grow up earlier, and growing up in bitter water was obviously more effective than growing up in sweet water.

However, even if he understood that the other party had good intentions, he didn't want to live this kind of life.

I really don't want to.

He felt that no one in the world would think about it.

The old mother's explanation was still going on, Rong Jindong didn't want to hear it anymore, he interrupted the old mother's words in a cold voice, and asked the question he cared about: "Can I eat?"

Hearing what he said, the old mother seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then she showed a cunning smile and said: "Of course, you can eat whatever is given to you later, as long as you are honest and obedient, after today, your meals will naturally be arranged. "

Rong Jindong doesn't care what happens after today, because the promise at this moment is only for this moment, and it will be variable until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)