V2.Chapter 45

Yan Beicheng turned his head and looked at Liu Zheng, "what's the matter?"

Liu Zheng put away the medicine box, and then he got up and told him: "if you go back to the king, what he has in mind is a kind of poison called poison research. This poison can kill people in an instant if it is contaminated by this small silver needle."

After a pause, his eyes showed a bit of deep thought, pondered for a moment, and then said, "it's just that this poison research is very precious. It's very rare in ordinary days. It can't be obtained by an ordinary servant girl."

His words are just a little bit to stop, but the deep meaning left behind is enough to cause people to think deeply.

At the scene, the eyes of all the people can't help but fall on Liu Qianqian's body, with some suspicion in the eyes.

"You, why do you look at me like this?" Liu Qianqian pale face, just stopped tears, suddenly like a broken line of pearls, poususu to the whereabouts.

After a pause, she lifted her hand to wipe away her tears and sobbed: "Qing'er has been with me all these years. She is loyal and devoted. Now I am so sad to die like this. I dare not say, but she is just an ordinary servant girl with such a good temper. How could she possibly do such a thing? There must be misunderstanding among them. "

Yan Moli's eyes exuded, and the dark color gradually became thick. After a long time, he went to the side of Yanbei city and tried to persuade him: "since the princess has nothing to do, it's just an ordinary servant girl who died. According to this hall, we really don't need to go on tracking down. We still don't have to disturb the princess when we hear that the princess is still ill."

"How can this work?" Yan Beicheng patted the table beside the bed, and his face was full of anger. "In the palace of the king, the princess was openly calculated and wanted to harm the princess. I'm a good bully! In any case, I can't tolerate anyone else doing something to my wife. Where is the housekeeper? "

Zhang Xuxian seldom saw Yan Beicheng so angry. He was scared, but he still came up quickly, "the servant is here. Please tell the Lord."

"I'm going to see the result tonight. You'll check it right away." After a pause, he turned his eyes and looked at the flowers on the street. His voice softened for a long time. "Princess, you should have a good rest. I will give you a justice."

Between the words, there is a bit of softness that has never been before.

The flower on the street naturally knows that he is doing a play for who to see, then also cooperate with the low eyebrow, "Lao Wang Ye is worried."

Liu Qianqian by wiping tears, quietly glanced at the two people, the lip corner of the micro can not be checked to hook up a smile, but for a moment, again smooth.

Yan Beicheng had already handed over the matter to the housekeeper. Naturally, there was no one else to intervene in the next thing. All the people who had crowded a room were scattered in an instant.

And the final result of this matter, Zhang Xu just pretended to investigate and deal with it wantonly, but in the end it ended up in a hasty way. He only said that qinger people had died, and there was no evidence of death, so he could only say that Qing'er had stolen poison research and wanted to poison the flowers on the street.

Yanbeicheng did not pursue any more.

After this, rumors came from nowhere in Yuzhou City. They dug out the rumors of Yu king, who was mercilessly wiped off his mother and was given a marriage by Emperor Hao Tang.

In this way, Liu Qianqian, who is gentle and lovely from the mother's house of moshang flower, naturally becomes a positive example, which forms a positive and negative contrast with moshang flower.

In addition, a few days ago, it was reported that moshanghua was a shrew. She was vicious and envious, which was in line with those rumors. The authenticity increased several times in an instant, which made the people of Yuzhou more and more believe and enjoy talking about it.

Moshanghua sits on a soft cave with a thick cashmere blanket on her legs. She holds a medical book and looks at it. At the same time, she listens to Qin Ya's rumors about the city. From the beginning to the end, she doesn't even frown.

Qin Ya suddenly had a feeling of playing the lute to a cow, and she could not help but sigh, "I said princess, even if you are not angry, you should also express your views. It is too unfair to say nothing like this."

"What can I say?" The flower on the street twists the page of the book, turns back a page, eyebrow does not move a bit, "leisurely numerous mouth is difficult to block, since cannot block, why bother to think of those, it is better to read a book."

Qin Ya wanted to refute it, but after careful consideration, she found that what she said seemed to be right. She had to sigh, "these people are really annoying."

The eye light of the flower on the street suddenly gets a meal, the light that cannot be checked of the corner of the lips is slightly lifted up a light mockery.

It's not just those people who are annoying, but also the gangsters behind it.

This thought just turned to her, and a slight footstep sounded at the door.

Then he saw Qin Lin walk in first. He saw the ceremony to the stranger. Before he had time to say anything, a man came out from behind him.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, his facial features are handsome and soft, and his white robe makes him look like a God's palace.

Yan cenxuan, the 13th Prince of China --

his name suddenly appeared in the mind of the stranger flower. Somehow, her heart was just like yesterday, with a slight jump, and her inexplicable sense of familiarity gradually spread.

Yan cenxuan's eye light also fell on the flowers on the street. His warm and warm eyes are clearly, but at the moment, a layer of bitterness that can't be turned off is gushed in the bottom of his eyes.

His eyes are uncontrollable in the street flowers, a little pale cheek inch by inch swept, but the look in the eyes seems to be repressed something in general, complex let people see unreal.The flower on the stranger didn't understand his look in his eyes, pursed his lips and looked at it for a while, then waved his hand and let Qin Lin go first.

Yan cenxuan was silent for a long time, then pulled the corner of his lips and said: "I heard that you are always in bad health these days, and now you are still recuperating. It's just that my imperial doctor also brought me here. Let him show you."

This time he asked the emperor to follow him. Because he was weak since childhood, the imperial doctor was always with him. He didn't use it all the way. He didn't expect that it would be useful now.

But this use, really let him do not know whether to cry or laugh.

Flowers on the street will temporarily put down the medical books, lift eyes quietly swept a Yan cenxuan eyes.

That eye in addition to a touch of emotion can not understand, then only a warm and warm, and a touch of worry color.

The flower on the street can feel, that worry is really sincere, devious, her delicate jaw actually lightly.

Yan cenxuan has been staring at the flowers on the street. At the moment, seeing that she has not refused, he is relieved and looks sideways at the imperial doctor who is following him.

The imperial doctor came to him with the medicine box on his back, opened the medicine box and took out the wrist pillow and gauze towel.

The flower on the street naturally put the white wrist on the wrist pillow, and the imperial doctor put the gauze towel between her wrists, and pressed the three fingers between her wrists, carefully taking the pulse.

On the street, Hua Wu looks down at the imperial doctor's pulse diagnosis. Where Yu Guang reaches, he sees that Yan cenxuan doesn't look back. His worries at the bottom of his eyes inadvertently leak out a few points, and his right hand is slightly caged into a fist.