In the corner of the castle, where there is no sunshine all year round, the white skirt moved slightly in the corner. The woman turned around, looked towards Rong Wu, and handed over the mobile phone in her hand.
"Is the person you are talking about really dead?" The woman looked at Shang Rong Wu with disdain and swallowed back her other words.
"You're not dead. Do you like that woman to come back, and then you respectfully call her madam and let your son call her mother? I didn't know you had such a great mind." Rong Wu sneered, "If not,
Seeing how that woman is making Wang difficult, why do you think I should help you?"
"I understand." The woman nodded, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Thank you."
"No need." Rong Wu casually threw the phone into his pocket, then turned around and went down the stairs. After a few steps, he suddenly came back and said sternly, "The mercenary is the king who is looking for someone, and the Black Panther is useless.
After helping him so much, he foolishly ran into the bureau and was caught. That's why the king wanted to release the black bear and force Tian Yuan to return to the king. I tell you this to make you recognize
What kind of person King Qing is, I also want you to recognize your current identity in the castle. There is no need for soft-hearted people around the king. If one day, I find that you are not suitable to stay in this castle, even if you have a child
Master, I will still tell you to get lost."
Rong Wu had already walked far away, and the woman stood in the distance with a pale face, watching Rong Wu step by step out of her sight.
As Rong Wu said, she was walking on thin ice in this castle. Even though she had thought of thousands of ways to please the king, she could not find any other opportunity or excuse to get close to the king except through her son's studies.
Is death really terrible?
Perhaps, for Xia Shang, death is not the most terrible thing in the world. What is terrible is that it is not him who dies.
Coming to this county, time has allowed many lives to slip through his fingers. He is not the master of life, so he cannot control other people's lives.
Wenkeng Village is a small village 80 kilometers away from the county seat. There is a river in the village. It is not deep, and the deepest point is less than two meters.
In summer, the riverside is covered with reeds, almost covering half of the river surface. The tops of the reeds sway softly in the wind, and in the reeds, the black bear's stand-in lies there quietly, his blood...
The river water around him was dyed red, and the unmoving river water proved that this was a water surface that did not move. This was a dead river.
"Go find someone to fish out the body." Xia Shang stood by the river, with a pair of eyes as sharp and gloomy as an eagle. In the patches of reeds, a life was lost there.
"Yes." Tian Xi agreed, greeted the people, and went to find something to go into the river.
Tian Yuan stood on the edge, looking at Xia Shang's back. He stood very close to the river, half of his feet were hanging in the air, and his figure was reflected on the river, along with his expression, like that puddle of stagnant water.
The deathly silence is terrifying.
In the crowd, someone didn't know who sighed softly, but no one spoke again.
Tian Yuan stood quietly next to Xia Shang, looking at him without saying a word, and then looked at Tian Xi and others in the wooden boat that was leading the villagers to catch fish, getting closer and closer to the reeds wrapped around the body.
"Xia Shang."
After a while, Tian Yuan followed Xia Shang's example and stood up, calling softly.
Xia Shang turned around, frowned slightly, and scolded softly, "Stay back, don't follow suit. If you fall, I will have to catch you up when I turn around."