[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The three black armors sent by Qin Wangfu to follow Zhao Ming are all elites under Tong Zhang's command.

When Hei Jia arrived, he saw the shadow of swords and blood in the back alley outside the house.

The third son Rong was completely powerless to fight back. His shoulder, back and leg were cut twice each, and his arms were bloody.

The falling snowflakes were stained scarlet by the scalding blood, and the dead grass and stumps on the roadside were cut across the bluestone.

All three of them gasped, and stepped forward to wrestle with Zhao Ming who was about to take his life with a knife.

Zhao Ming's eyes were bright red, his movements were chaotic, and his brute strength made the black-armored elites restrain him in a hurry, so they could only grab the weapon in his hand and throw it in the snow outside the wall.

Ferocious blood splashed into the dust and mud, and the smell of rust washed the air.

Zhao Ming was robbed of the knife, and suddenly seemed to have been robbed of his life, and frantically went to get the knife.

The three of them twisted his arms together and pressed him heavily against the snow, and the icy crushed snow and mud melted into his mouth.

Zhao Ming stared at the red weapon in the corner, and finally let out a few mournful groans like a trapped animal.

After being cut in the neck by the back of the knife, Zhao Ming's limbs gradually softened, his head drooped on the shoulder of one of them, his disheveled hair was still stained with fine snow and scarlet air.

Hei Jia, the leader, walked up to Rong Ying, glanced up and down, and saw Rong Ying lying dying on the snow, her peach blossom eyes were vicious and vicious, like a poisonous snake that was tied seven inches and covered with bruises, still quenching its venom unwillingly .

"If I die...Your Qin Palace will not have a good time."

The tall black armor stepped on Rong Ying's neck and said word by word, "Master Rong, it is not because of your threat that I will not take your life today."

Rong Ying coughed twice in pain. He had an old injury on his leg, and he needed to be cared for in order to walk normally. Today, he was injured by a bone knife again, his legs were numb, he couldn't move, his face was distorted in pain, There is no usual half-point elegant and romantic demeanor.

Hei Jia helped Zhao Ming to leave, and Rong Ying lay on her back in embarrassment on the bone-piercing snow, surrounded by dry grass and jagged gravel, her legs filled with lead could no longer stand up again.

The Rong family's private residence is located in a remote place, with few people around.

The people who suffer when the children of high-ranking officials do evil make the sky not respond and the earth not work.Now this retribution finally fell on Third Young Master Rong.In the middle of the night, if no one found out, maybe he would die in this back alley due to excessive blood loss.

Rong Ying could feel the blood flowing from the wound, soaking the broken snow under the sleeves.

Gradually began to become delirious.

Goose-feather-like snow fell on the ends of eyebrows and hair, and Rong Ying's whole body was slowly freezing.

Some people in this world have been hunting eagles all their lives, and some people have their eyes pecked by eagles.

The Rong family is a first-class noble family.

The two sons of the Rong family were both dragons and phoenixes, so the third son of the Rong family was destined to take root in a dark corner from birth.

He has the ability to become a towering tree, but he can only dismember it inch by inch and become the tangled roots of other trees.

Outsiders all know that the third son of Rong is fond of beauty and playful, but they don't know that the scars in this splendid and noble family of the Rong family are all caused by the third son of Rong.

Rong Ying struggled to breathe in and out of the ice and snow, her chest heaving and falling.

The fingers that have been pampered all the year round can't even lift them up.

He never felt that he missed it, but he regretted it when he was about to die, and he never felt that he had lived, but he was extremely unwilling when he was about to die.

When that person died, it was said that it was also a snowy night without stars and moon.

Rong Ying's finger was covered with a crystal-clear jade wrench, with fine patterns engraved on the outer wall.

Those who understand jade will know that only with exquisite care can jade develop such a beautiful and moving luster.

Rong Ying turned the finger slightly, staring at the character "Zhao" written on the back of the finger.

His eyes were a little soft.

Like a dying poisonous snake finally revealing its belly.

A group of servants from the Rong family's private house were ordered to throw the corpses in the messy graves. They were used to the licentious things of the children of the rich and powerful, and they could act insensitively.

The corpse of a young woman merged with the barren mounds all over the mountain, and there was a ray of lonely ghosts added to the chaotic graves. It was so pitiful that there was no thin layer of clothes to cover the jade body.

The only good news is that this mass grave has been slaughtered several times, and there are few birds and animals haunting it.

And what is it that smells the smell of corpses?

It is the living who make their fortunes from the dead.

The skin and bones of the new corpses can be used as human skin to light lamps, or as fertilizer to raise crops.

Did this corpse fall into the hands of human beings, or was it wrapped up in the belly of wild beasts to die?

The emperor said that this is a prosperous age, so this is a prosperous age.

The innocent souls in this chaotic graveyard are ants in the prosperous age, so they are naturally not considered human beings.

A group of people drove slowly, and the sky gradually turned white. They found the third son Rong who was almost out of breath in the back alley of the private house.

In his hand he firmly held a finger wrench made of jade, his handsome face was already as pale as a dead man, as if he had been sucked dry of nutrients by the jade.

The maids and coachmen who had been bound all night in the stables were untied from their ropes, and sent to report to the Rong Mansion.

Rong Shangshu closed the majestic gate of Rong Mansion tightly, so as to cover up the dirty scars.

The Rong family went to the private house to see the doctors one after another. Mrs. Rong watched over her seriously injured and almost dying child with tears in her eyes. Rong Sheng and Rong Hao stood silently outside the corridor, watching the doctors come in and out.

Rong Hao punched on the vermilion pillar.

Rong Hao is a martial arts practitioner, with a cold face and a lot of strength, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did it?"

Rong Sheng didn't speak, his brows and eyes were heavy and tired, as if he came directly from the Ministry of Punishment to learn about Rong Ying.

No one sees the complacency of being promoted to a new high position.

Stripped of his red official robes, he looks more like a down-and-out, wine-drinking, travel-stained Jianghu person.

The eldest son of the Rong family, who was held up to the temple from top to bottom, seems to have gradually faded away.