Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

The man was about 30 years old, his eyes were closed, his face was white and colorless, and his clothes were stained with dark red blood, as if he had died.

Qingyun looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she saw it before, and then saw Situ Jingyu's expression was tense, his black eyes were deep and no emotion could be seen, while Feng Zhaoyi lowered his head slightly, the nails of his clenched hands were deeply embedded in his flesh Inside, traces of bloodstains were faintly visible.

"My concubine, what's the matter with this man?"

The noble concubine turned sideways, lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Going back to the ninth princess, the thief personally admitted that the palace was dirty, so the concubine ordered the thief to be killed with a stick."

Dead without evidence?

Qingyun raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, there was a momentary flicker in her sharp and dark eyes, and then her clear eyes coldly swept over all the maidservants and eunuchs. Wherever her eyes passed, everyone was terrified, the Ninth Princess was so fierce His eyes: If they dare to tell half a word of lies, they will definitely die without a whole body!

"Who is Yan Cui?"

A palace maid in green clothes replied tremblingly: "Slave, I see Yan Cui, I have seen the Ninth Princess, and the Ninth Princess Jin'an!"

"Feng Zhaoyi said that she was infected with a cold, and you brought the soup and medicine for her to take. Is there such a thing?"

"Back to Princess Nine, yes."

"Has Feng Zhaoyi been lying in bed and sleeping soundly after taking the decoction? Did you wait by the bed?"

Yan Cui lowered her head: "After taking the decoction, Lady Zhaoyi has become much more energetic and has not fallen into a deep sleep. She just said that she wanted to be alone for a while, and the servants withdrew."

Didn't hear Feng Zhaoyi's words, Qingyun looked sideways slightly, but saw that she still had her head down and couldn't see her expression clearly, and her whole body seemed to be filled with sadness, she couldn't help thinking, could it be. . . . . .

There was a sneer and pride hidden in the brows of the concubine's eyes. After she accidentally learned the identity of this man, she planned this play carefully. The purpose was naturally to remove all possible help from the little bitch. Seeing that the little bitch was helpless, he dared to talk to her. Are you right?

"Where were you when Feng Zhaoyi's accident happened? And which imperial physician gave Feng Zhaoyi a diagnosis and treatment? Did you cook the soup yourself? Where is it boiled? Can someone prove it? Where are the prescription and the dregs?"

A series of questioning made Yan Cui helpless: "Slave, slave..."

"Say!"

The cold and majestic voice made Yan Cui tremble all over, and said tremblingly: "The servant waited on Mistress Zhaoyi to take the soup and then went back to the room. Only when she heard the noise did she know that Mistress Zhaoyi had an accident;

The Empress Zhaoyi refused to let the maidservant invite the imperial physician for diagnosis and treatment, so the maidservant had to decoct the wind-cold prescription and medicinal materials left by the imperial physician before giving it to Empress Zhaoyi.

Although the soup was made by the maidservant, the maidservant left for a while, and there were people coming and going in the small kitchen. If someone put something into the soup while the maidservant was away, the maidservant would not know. . . . . . "

Qingyun had a half-smile but not a smile: "I didn't say whether there was something wrong with the decoction, but you were so eager to say that someone was going to frame you, and you dumped the dregs of the medicine, so you didn't ask yourself? Everyone is suspected?"

The imperial concubine glared at Yan Cui angrily: "Idiot, isn't this telling others that there is a problem with the soup and medicine, and dragging everyone into the water, it's just extremely stupid!"

"Princess Ninth, please be careful, slaves (slaves) dare not harm Empress Zhaoyi!" The others immediately kowtowed and glared at Yan Cui.

Everyone's eyes of condemnation made Yan Cui even more disturbed, she secretly raised her head to look at the imperial concubine, saw the fierce eyes of the imperial concubine, and thought of the innocent family members, her face instantly turned pale.

Taking a panoramic view of the expressions of the noble concubine and Yan Cui, Qing Yun sneered in her heart: Yan Cui really belongs to the noble concubine!

At this time, Long Ying walked in holding a pack of medicine dregs. . . . . .