Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 739 Mu Kun’s Death (2)
Mu Qingyang stood there in a daze, unable to react for a long time.

Or the housekeeper rushed over, and just about to reach out to help Mukun, the old man stopped suddenly, "Don't touch it, his blood is black, it's poisoned, hurry up and invite a doctor, Qingyang? Qingyang, hurry up Get up, get some gloves, and take your father back to the house!"

"Yes, this old slave is going now," the old butler got up in a panic, pushed a servant away, and ran outside.

After being yelled at by the old man, Mu Qingyang came back to his senses and stood up shaking his hands. He wanted to look for gloves, but where could they find them? He hurried to get some gloves and made another quilt.

Because the blood on Mu Kun's body was poisonous, no one dared to probe his breath.

After tossing like this, when the doctor came over, he checked his pulse, and said surprisingly, "I have passed away a long time ago, my condolences to you two!"

Old Man Mu's legs gave way, and he fell into the chair behind him.

Mu Qingyang stared blankly at the lifeless person on the bed, and then looked at his hands, did he kill his own father with his own hands?
This idea made Mu Qingyang feel scared, he couldn't accept it, how could he do such a thing as killing his father?

The old Langzhong sighed, put the quilt over Mu Kun's head, stood up and said to the old man and the young man, "The second old man died of poisoning. The porcelain slag behind him was stabbed too deeply, and the poison entered the blood too quickly. Otherwise, he can survive another day or two."

Mu Qingyang grasped the point of his words, "You mean, did my father get poisoned? What kind of poison did he get? Isn't there a cure?" The old man didn't mention that he could get rid of the poison. Mu Kun still has a day or two to live.

"No, according to the old man Ju, what the second master has in him is a kind of poison, similar to snake venom, but stronger than snake venom. The more he moves, the more irritable his mood is, and the retrograde flow of qi and blood, the more this poison will affect his body. Hurry up, in short, give your condolences, he has passed away," the old man said, then he packed up the medicine box and left the Mu family under the guidance of the housekeeper.

Mr. Mu sat there, crying, "Forget it, just send someone to attend the funeral. To the outside world, just say that he died of a sudden illness, don't mention it to anyone, and you are also old people in the house." Now, you know what you can say and what you can't say, if someone goes out and talks nonsense, the family law of the Mu Clan's ancestral hall will be left there!"

The few remaining servants, who had already reached the old housekeeper who had just returned, hurriedly knelt down and took the lead and said, "Don't worry, the servants know the seriousness, and they didn't see anything today. If anyone of them dares to talk nonsense, you don't need the master to do it." The old slave must abolish them first!"

"Okay, let's all go down and close the door," Mr. Mu waved his hand wearily.

The old butler led the people to evacuate, and only the grandparent and grandson were left in the room, as well as Mu Kun who was lying there with no signs of life.

I'm afraid that at the moment of his death, he didn't even think about how a person who held his fate in his hands would be carried in his hands today.

You know, he threw all the broken porcelain all over the floor, and now he put his own life on it, who can be blamed?

Old Man Mu pulled out the cigarette stick that had been left unused for a long time from the desk.Squinting his eyes, he loaded the tobacco shreds and lit them near the candle.

After not using it for a long time, when he smoked the pipe, the thick smoke choked out his tears.

Raising his hand and knocking on the cigarette rod, the old man knew that this grandson had a hurdle in his heart, so he said earnestly: "Qing Yang, you don't blame your father for this matter, grandpa has been watching it all the time, and I really don't blame you , your father is his own fault, even the doctor said, even without your push, he would not be able to live for two days, why do you need to blame yourself!"

Mu Qingyang knelt in front of the bed in a daze and didn't speak for a while.

The room was extremely quiet, and Mu Kun's body was lying there. Such a scene was weird no matter how you looked at it.

"Okay, this is the end of the matter, you should hurry up and prepare, the funeral is not polite, just notify the people in the clan, and then go to order the coffin." Seeing that he still didn't move, Mr. Mu hurriedly stood up, holding the walking stick in his hand. , thought about it, or put it down.

"Grandpa, please let me be quiet, too many things have happened these days, I want to take care of it," Mu Qingyang stood up expressionlessly, and walked out without looking back.

Seeing his grandson's decadent appearance, the old man felt very distressed.

Look at Mu Kun lying there, after all, he is also his son, no matter what evil he has done, it is his flesh and blood after all.

After Mu Qingyang left, the old man clutched his chest and slammed into the chair fiercely, "Oh, sin, it's all sin, since you planted the cause, now you have the fruit, this is what you owe them, Kun'er Ah, when you get down there, when you see your mother, remember to kneel in front of your mother and confess to her properly!"

The second master of the Mu family passed away suddenly, and the news spread like wildfire, but there were very few people who were willing to come to their house to offer incense sticks to Mu Kun.

Today's Mu family, the scenery is not there.

Concubine Xian is gone, and the business has been robbed by Concubine Xiang. This is a well-known fact in the capital.

This news also spread in the first time, the Prince's Mansion and Prince Xiang's Mansion.

In the Prince's Mansion, Su Yu stood by the window sill, looking at the apricot tree that had just sprouted, after a long time, he let out a chuckle, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Shangguan Yun'er came in with ginseng soup, seeing him smiling like this, her depressed mood also improved, and she said with a soft smile: "If your Highness is happy, please tell me and listen to me."

Su Yu turned around, walked up to Shangguan Yun'er, hugged her slender waist, smiled charmingly, raised her chin, and joked: "My pleasure is to be with you for a long time. Yun'er, if we want to stay together for a long time, we can't let my secret out. Now that Mukun is dead and the queen is dead, I will be safe when they are all dead. Are you right? ?"

"What did you say? The empress died?" The ginseng soup in Shangguan Yun'er's hand fell to the ground, "When did this happen? When we left, the empress was still fine?"

"Hush!" Su Yu stretched out a finger and pressed it on her lips, "The palace didn't spread the news about this matter, except you and me, no one knows, she wants to kill Princess Xiang, do you think that woman, Can it be defeated by the queen? When they confront each other, one of them will die!"

(End of this chapter)