That night, Ding Yurong, the housekeeper of Ding Mansion, had gone to bed. Ding Cheng, a servant from a humble background in the manor, suddenly came to him and asked him to borrow two thousand taels of silver!
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange, and even the wind blowing in from the window seemed a little depressing.
Ding Yurong was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said: "Ding Cheng, you are such a big talker! Tell me, what secrets do you know?"
Ding Cheng's lips raised slightly, "The housekeeper is really a sensible person, he can tell you right away!"
Ding Yurong's face was tense, and his sinister eyes became more and more gloomy, "Stop talking nonsense, just say what you have to say."
Ding Cheng's pupils darkened slightly and he said calmly: "Then I'll get straight to the point. Butler, tell me the truth, how did Xiao Cui die?"
Ding Yurong's eyes were cold, showing the anger that he had suppressed, "It's funny what you asked. Xiaocui was found out after stealing something from the madam's room, and she was so ashamed that she committed suicide. Everyone in the house had to do this." Everyone knows it!”
"Really?" Ding Cheng said in a long tone: "But now I have discovered a secret that no one in the house knows."
Ding Yurong's expression suddenly changed.
Ding Cheng said again: "I remember clearly that Xiaocui came to see me the afternoon before committing suicide and told me many secrets."
Ding Yurong looked at him without blinking and said, "What secret?"
Ding Cheng said: "She said that she did not steal anything from Madam's room, but that you were framing her. I asked her why, and she said that she had been coerced by someone and did something shameful. Now that People are taking revenge on her.
"She was crying and very sad. I asked her what she wanted to do next, and she said that she would fight for her innocence even if she died. So I followed her instructions and wrote a letter for her. Then she took her fingerprints and signed her name."
Ding Yurong suddenly stood up, "Do you have that piece of paper in your hand now?"
Ding Cheng said: "That's right. I originally planned to go with her to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice to find Mr. Lu the next day, but at this time she suddenly fell into the well and died - Butler, do you think her death was very strange? ?”
Having said this, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the person in front of him with a pair of dazzling eyes. His eyes were fierce and full of resentment and hatred, "Tell me, did you kill her?" ?..."
Under the fierce look of the other party, the ferocious color on Ding Yurong's face gradually faded, and an obvious look of uneasiness appeared, and he weakly said: "Is this the condition you want to exchange?"
Ding Cheng tilted his head slightly, with a dangerous smile on his lips, "Isn't this enough? If Lu Wenzheng finds out about this -"
Ding Yurong frowned, his expression changed several times, and his entire face showed a complex color that was difficult to identify. Gradually everything seemed to calm down, leaving only a solemn look of thought.
"Where is that piece of paper now? Give it to me immediately. I agree to your terms."
Ding Cheng said: "I don't have it with me now. Tomorrow morning at midnight, we will pay the money and deliver the goods to the small post outside the city. After I get the money, I will fly away and never bother you again."
Ding Yurong smiled sadly, the bloody evil in his eyes slowly surging, "Okay, then you and I will make it a deal!"
"Let's see you there." Ding Cheng achieved his goal and smiled proudly. He walked to the window and looked at the sky outside. It was already the full moon.
"It's getting late now. I won't disturb your rest. I'll take my leave first." After that, he cupped his hands at Ding Yurong and then pushed the door open and left.
Ding Yurong followed to the door, looking at the increasingly blurry figure gradually blending into the night, his eyes as deep as the cold night filled with gloom.
"I really didn't expect that bitch Xiaocui would still have such a hand before she died..."
While muttering to himself, he couldn't help but think of what happened when He Chengqi came to the mansion to celebrate his birthday on the day of Ding Jiying's birthday.
He Chengqi was drunk at the time, and Ding Yurong ordered the girl Xiaocui to serve him back to his room to rest. On the way, Xiaocui suddenly said that she had abdominal pain and asked Caiming to go there on her behalf.
All of this was arranged and designed by him and Xiaocui in advance, with the purpose of diverting people's attention and making everything invisible. Unexpectedly, it was a self-defeating move that led to today's disaster.
But now, regret and anger are of no use. The plan for now is how to deal with the situation at hand and make everything watertight.
He thought that he would report this matter to Master Ding early tomorrow morning, listen to his master's views on the matter, and then ask for instructions on the next step...
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the air was cold. In the wilderness outside the city, the grass is scattered, and the crystal clear dewdrops shine with a dark luster on the grass tips.
Ding Yurong has been waiting here for a long time in the small post pavilion.
At this time, he looked up at the sky somewhat distractedly. The cloud shadows are thick and thick, embedding the sky with a layer of dark brilliance, layer upon layer, dazzling.
Finally, Ding Cheng's figure appeared.
Ding Yurong hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Have you brought the certificate?"
Without any foreshadowing or pleasantries, he just asked straight to the point. Originally, he was just a humble servant of the Ding family. Usually, Ding Yurong didn't look at him seriously. If it weren't for the fact that he had some leverage, he wouldn't bother to talk to him.
Ding Cheng gave a soft "hmm" and looked at him with sharp eyes, nervous and alert, "Where's the money?"
Ding Yurong raised the banknote in his hand and said, "We pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
"good!"……
This transaction went surprisingly smoothly. Ding Yurong took the form and scanned it carefully. After making sure, he nodded with satisfaction.
Ding Cheng collected the banknote, turned around and left.
Ding Yurong suddenly said from behind: "Wait a minute."
Ding Cheng was startled.
Ding Yurong's black eyes narrowed slightly; he walked forward slowly, with a cold and bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Ding Cheng, we still have one more thing to finish!"
Ding Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, "What's the matter?..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but groaned, and the muscles on his face twitched violently.
There was a short blade stuck in his front, and scarlet blood spurted out like spring water, splashing all over Ding Yurong's body and face.
Ding Cheng's entire face was distorted, his eyes widened unconsciously, and he said in a trembling voice: "You..."
Ding Yurong said coldly: "Ding Cheng, do you know where you went wrong? That is: you think everything is too simple - is the two thousand taels of silver from the Ding family so easy to get?"
Ding Cheng tilted his body and fell limply to the ground. He curled up in pain, his eyes panicked and helpless, revealing a desperate sign of a dying struggle, "Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago. I want to dig out two thousand yuan from Ding's house, which cherishes money as much as life." Two pieces of silver is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger!..."
"Actually, it's not just about the two thousand taels of silver -" Ding Yurong raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes like thick ink that couldn't be opened, "The fact that Xiao Cui was left behind before was already a big deal. It was a mistake; do you think I will make the same mistake a second time?..."
As he said that, he glanced down at the dying man lying on the ground, sighed softly and said: "Ding Cheng, don't blame me, I really had no choice but to make this move! Anyway, let's talk about it. , you have to blame yourself for this matter, you are too stupid!..."
Ding Cheng's slightly twitching lips were pale and bloodless, and he said angrily: "Yes, I am too stupid, but do you, Butler Ding, think you are smart? Again, you and I are both guilty of the same thing. mistake……"
Ding Yurong was startled, "What did you say?"
Ding Cheng's face was ashen, and he said intermittently: "Do you think... you got the petition and you can just kill me and silence me? You are wrong. The petition in your hand was... rubbed by me, but the original is not In the hands of another..."
Ding Yurong was shocked. He shook Ding Cheng's body desperately and shouted at the top of his lungs: "No, it's impossible! - Tell me quickly, where is the original? Where is the original?..."
Ding Cheng had a cold smile on his face, and finally couldn't say anything, so he tilted his head and died.
A hundred secrets and a sparseness. Ding Yurong collapsed on the ground and said in despair: "How could it be possible? How could it be possible?..."
At this time, he heard a burst of noisy and rapid footsteps behind him. Looking back, people from the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment arrived, and the captain at the head was Yang Zhen.
"This is really a mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole behind!..." Ding Yurong thought desperately.
Looking at the tragic and bloody scene in front of him, Yang Zhen couldn't help but raise his sword eyebrows, his tiger eyes widened, and said angrily: "Ding Yurong, how dare you kill someone and silence him! - Come on, capture him!"
At that moment, Ding Yurong could only feel cold all over, and his body trembled involuntarily.
It's over, everything is over...
He lowered his head in frustration and said absently: "It seems that the person Ding Cheng entrusted with the petition must have reported the case to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment..."
Yang Zhen smiled and said: "Steward Ding is really smart, but it's a pity that his cleverness is mistaken for his cleverness. You are trapped in a cocoon, and the law cannot tolerate it! - Come on, capture him and me!"
The guards on both sides rushed forward.
But Ding Yurong laughed miserably and said: "No need!..." He quickly pulled out the short blade inserted in Ding Cheng's chest; reversed the handle of the blade and inserted it into his chest without the handle.
A stream of blood spurted out and sprinkled on the lush grass. The red and green colors gave off an enchanting and evil chill, which was shocking.
The sun shines on him through the sparse shadows of the trees, the light and shadow are mottled, as pale as frost...
When Ding Jinzhi heard the news of Ding Yurong's death, he was filled with grief, anger and annoyance. He said to himself: "I didn't plan carefully and lost his life in vain! ... But how could the people from the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment leave so quickly? Who leaked the news? Was it her?..."
