The female supporting role turns over: the prince regent's favorite

Chapter 235
Lin Qingqian sensed something was wrong with Rongjing, and said, "Rongjing...are you alright?"

Rong Jing lowered his eyes, the cold aura on his body suddenly disappeared, and then raised his eyes, he smiled at Lin Qingqian and said, "I'm fine."

Yang Cong, who was behind him, also loosened his grip on the sword, and looked at the background of Rongjing with a little complicated eyes.

Rong Jing pushed away Lin Qingqian who was supporting him, stepped forward, stood in front of Master Xu, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master Xu, can you sell me some face today? It's Fu Yu's fault, I asked him to give it to you I'm sorry, your lord has a lot, wouldn't it be better if you don't count on him?"

Hearing this, Lin Qingqian was about to speak, when Fu Yu, who was covered in injuries in front of her, tugged at the hem of her clothes, her eyes were flushed, and she shook her head slightly, signaling her not to speak.

Lin Qingqian frowned tightly, but did not speak.

Seeing that Rong Jing was subdued, Master Xu became more flamboyant, and said contemptuously: "With you as a lowly thing, why would I want to sell your face? Who do you think you are?"

Rong Jing's red lips were slightly pursed, and a smile was still on his handsome face.

"Master Xu, if you don't sell me some face today, can you show Mr. Song some face?"

As soon as the words fell, Master Xu's face darkened instantly, and he glared at Rong Jing angrily, but dared not speak out.

Rong Jing has close contacts with Mr. Song, the servant of the household department. He has heard about this. Although he is rich and powerful, he is only a businessman after all. How can he compare with the imperial court officials.

Seeing that Master Xu was silent, Rong Jing said: "Thank you, Master Xu for your generosity, Fu Yu, please thank Master Xu soon."

Fu Yu's body trembled slightly, he didn't refute, and there was no trace of grievance or reluctance on his face, only fear, he said: "Many... Thank you, Master Xu."

Master Xu was filled with anger, and stared at Rong Jing, his sharp eyes wished to see two holes in that handsome face.

He flicked his sleeves, snorted, and said angrily: "Okay! Wait and see, Mr. Rong, you'd better hope that those officials and lords are not tired of playing with you, otherwise they will abandon you like a shoe..."

His eyes were stern, and the rest of the words were self-evident.

Master Xu left angrily, and Rong Jing said softly, "Master Xu, go slowly."

After the man left, Fu Yu couldn't bear it any longer, and gritted his teeth to let out a painful moan. Lin Qingqian heard this, squatted down, and looked at him worriedly: "Fu Yu, are you okay?"

Fu Yu forced a smile: "Young Master Lin, don't worry, Fu Yu is fine."

Rong Jing looked sideways at Fu Yu's servant, and said, "Help your young master back to the wing to get the medicine."

"Yes, Mr. Rong."

The young servant helped Fu Yu up, but his strength was too weak, almost unable to support him. Lin Qingqian happened to be at the side, stretched out his hand to help, and said to Rong Jing: "I will help Fu Yu go back to the room."

Rong nodded, "I'll wait for you in the upstairs wing."

"it is good."

Lin Qingqian helped Fu Yu back to his room. Seeing his pale face, she couldn't help feeling worried, and was about to ask him if he wanted to invite a doctor, but Fu Yu seemed to read her mind first, and said, "Mr. Lin, don't worry, this In the past, minor injuries were commonplace, and they can be relieved after a few days of rest."

"Small injury? Everyday meal?"

Fu Yu smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master Lin, you don't know. Before Yanyu Pavilion was bought by Young Master Rong, we were all forced to receive customers. If the guests were slightly dissatisfied, they beat and scolded us frequently. If they dared to resist, they would be punished by the old bustard. People beat us up...until we met Mr. Rong, who spent all his life savings to buy Yanyu Pavilion, and said that we could choose to be entertainers instead of ourselves."

Lin Qingqian had heard of these things a little, but never thought that it was true.

"Mr. Rong is good at playing the piano, so he got to know several adults in the court. These adults will take care of Yanyu Pavilion for the sake of Mr. Rong. In the past two years, no one has dared to make mistakes, but we are children after all. Born in a museum...it is inevitable that people will not look down on you, frivolous..."

Lin Qingqian opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort Fu Yu.

Fu Yu's servant wanted to give him some medicine, Lin Qingqian left the room and walked upstairs to Rong Jing's room with a thoughtful look on his face.

……

Rongjing's wing room.

Rong Jing changed into another piece of clothes, the one he hated just now was thrown on the ground.

Sitting down in Ruantang, he narrowed his Danfeng eyes, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.

"If it wasn't for the girl... I would definitely want this idiot to survive or die!"

Yang Cong said: "The subordinates will deal with him."

"Go, remember not to let him die too easily."

"My subordinate understands."

There was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and Rong Jing immediately changed his face, and it was the face with a faint smile again, looking sideways at the door, "Youqian, how is Fu Yu?"

Lin Qingqian sat down opposite him, "He said nothing happened, but I saw that he was seriously injured, it would be safer to see a doctor."

Rong Jing looked at Yang Cong, Yang Cong understood, and said, "I'm going to invite a doctor for Mr. Fu Yu."

After Yang Cong went out, Rong Jing saw that Lin Qingqian had been absent-minded, so he asked, "Is there something wrong with Youqian?"

Lin Qingqian frowned, looked at the smiling Rongjing, hesitated, and said, "Rongjing, will something like Fu Yu happen to you?"

Rong Jing's eyes flickered slightly, the faint smile on his face faded slowly, his expression was lonely.

"We're just little boys with insignificant status. It's common for others to look down on us and bully us. But what can we do? We've been sold cheap since we were young. We were born with this kind of fate... we can only accept our fate."

Thinking of Rong Jing being pointed at the nose and scolded just now in front of Master Xu, she still had to laugh, Fu Yu's whole body was hurt... Lin Qingqian couldn't bear it.

"You can change careers and do a small business."

"If it was possible, why would I not want to, but we were sold at a low price since we were young, and most of us couldn't read short texts, could only play ditties, were weak in body, couldn't look at our shoulders, couldn't lift our hands, and couldn't even do the simplest coolies. How can you make a living, sir?"

Lin Qingqian's heart sank.

What Rong Jing said was not without reason.

Yang Cong outside the door heard the conversation between the two verbatim, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Young master, can we not act so realistically?
Lin Qingrou frowned slightly on the way back to the prime minister's mansion after coming out of Yanyu Pavilion, as the matter of Yanyu Pavilion kept lingering in her mind.

……

It was late at night, and somewhere in the capital city was written the house of Xu Mansion, a black figure flashed in very quickly, and found a wing room lightly to enter.

Standing in front of the bed, the cold sword's edge patted the sleeping man's face.

"Hey...wake up."

When Master Xu on the bed opened his eyes, he was almost blinded by the cold light on the edge of the sword. When he realized that a sword was resting on his neck, he subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted: "Come here... um... ..."

As soon as the sword in Yang Cong's hand moved, Master Xu had no time to cry out in pain, his tongue was cut off directly and fell on the bedding.

Master Xu's mouth was full of blood, and he looked at Yang Cong in horror. His fat body was shaking, and he wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only cry indistinctly.

(End of this chapter)