Feng Heming

Chapter 102 Really makes people happy!
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became very heavy, Zheng Youniang looked at everyone suspiciously, wondering why the room was silent after her husband read the things in the veil.

She was sitting on the bed, but because of her height, she couldn't reach the handkerchief in Jiang Song's hand. After stroking her daughter's back, she stood up and took a look.

With just one glance, she covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she looked at the finger in disbelief.

Although A Fang took people to clean up the dirt, but because of Jiang Yuanxi's continuous vomiting, there was still a faint sour smell in the room. Zheng Youniang looked at that finger, and as long as she thought of her daughter saying that it was meat from her bowl, Tang found out, and smelling the sour smell from the tip of her nose, she couldn't help but ran outside to vomit.

Jiang Boyong and Jiang Boxin were young and had never experienced any big storms. When they saw that finger, they were horrified.

Fortunately, they are gentlemen, and they are stronger than women in their hearts. They are disgusted and their stomachs are rolling, but they are stronger than Zheng Youniang, and they can bear it.

Jiang Bojin looked at his sister in shock, "Wu Niang you"

No wonder Wu Niang vomited like this, I'm afraid Wu Niang found this finger before she finished drinking the broth, otherwise she didn't see this finger until the end of her drink, and Wu Niang might have revealed something when she was shocked.

Knowing that there were fingers in his bowl, he forced himself to finish eating and didn't vomit until he got into the carriage. Jiang Bojin not only didn't think his sister was scary, but felt very distressed.

If it weren't for Wu Niang to always think about the family, why should she be wronged to eat that man's broth?
They didn't know, so they ate without any psychological burden. Wu Niang knew but forced herself to eat. She is a little lady. Even if her martial arts skills are better than many people, in Jiang Bojin's heart, they are still sisters who are brothers to protect. .

Jiang Taifu took the handkerchief from the elder son's hand, and looked at it coldly, his eyes dim.

Jiang Song and Jiang Feng also watched all this in silence.

"Father, grandfather, could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince is him?"

Jiang Boyong twitched the corner of his mouth, it was really unimaginable that the crown prince of a country would do such a thing.

It's messed up, messed up, everything is messed up, why is His Highness the Crown Prince who died suddenly in his previous life like this? Where did that finger come from?Is there any other human flesh in that big cauldron?
Sure enough, the sudden death of His Royal Highness, isn't it unusual?

"Grandfather, a few days ago, I accompanied Auntie to meditate and pray for blessings. At that time, I met someone from the Prince's mansion, who said that the Crown Princess asked the Guanzhong female crown to go to the mansion to explain Taoist scriptures to her."

Jiang Yuanxi said with difficulty, since he saw this finger, especially a woman's finger, Jiang Yuanxi thought for no reason of meeting someone from the Prince's Mansion in the Meditation Temple a few days ago.

Jiang Taifu narrowed his eyes, "The Crown Princess doesn't believe in it, she believes in Buddhism."

Crown Princess Li, like her mother who passed away, is a Buddhist believer. It has always been like this. It is not the same as Princess Luping Lu and Princess Ningjiang. Believe in Buddhism.

Crown Princess Li has always been a devout Buddhist believer. Would such a person want to listen to Taoist scriptures?

If something goes wrong, there must be something wrong, Taifu Jiang ordered, "Song'er, quietly send someone to check whether the female crowns who were summoned by the princess to the Prince's Mansion that day have returned to the Taoist temple."

Jiang Song went out to make arrangements, then went to see Zheng Youniang, and helped Zheng Youniang back into the house after a while.

After Jiang Song settled Zheng Youniang, he sat on the side of the bed, stroked Jiang Yuanxi's face lightly, and asked distressedly, "Wu Niang, is it still uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yuanxi forced a smile, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm fine."

Is it okay to spit like this?
Knowing that Wu Niang didn't want them to worry, the more this happened, the more they felt sorry for her.

Jiang Yuanxi vomited badly, became dizzy, and his chest was so stuffy. Seeing that he had handed over the things in his sleeves to his grandfather, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing his daughter resting, Jiang Song relaxed his movements a lot, and no one left in the room. Jiang Yuanxi didn't drive the fifth brother and the younger brother away, just because he understood that it was time for the men of the Jiang family to face up to these things.

Apparently Jiang Taifu also had the same idea and kept the two of them staying.

About an hour and a half later, Afang's report sounded outside the house, "Old Master, the housekeeper is asking to see you outside."

Jiang Song got up, went out and led Jiang Fusheng in.

When Jiang Fusheng came in, he reported back, "Go back to the old man, and quietly observe the few female crowns who were called away by the Prince's Mansion a few days ago, and they have not returned yet."

There was another silence in the room.

Jiang Taifu waved his hand, and Jiang Fusheng stepped back. Before going down, he glanced at Jiang Yuanxi worriedly.

After a long time, Jiang Taifu laughed, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is really a good one."

Jiang Song and Jiang Feng were calm and their expressions remained unchanged, while Jiang Boyong and Jiang Bojin were shocked, with complex expressions in their eyes and horror on their faces.

Although they are not sure about the life and death of those women's crowns, so many things are connected together, it is really too much for them to think about it.

The princess who believed in Buddhism suddenly had someone summon the female crown who was meditating to go to the prince's mansion to give a lecture. After a few days, the prince suddenly hosted a banquet and invited everyone to eat broth. Jiang Yuanxi ate a woman's finger from it.
Regardless of the truth of the matter, at least there must be human flesh in the broth. As for whether it is the limbs of those female crowns, they have no definite evidence.

Jiang Yuanxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he sighed.

Jiang Taifu put away the veil, looked around at everyone present, and said solemnly: "What I saw and heard today, I hide it in my heart, and I can't reveal a single word, do you remember?"

Jiang Song and the others took the lead and replied one after another: "No."

Jiang Taifu lowered his body, patted Jiang Yuanxi's head, and told Jiang Song and Zheng Youniang, "Wu Niang is scared today, she may have nightmares at night, watch out."

"No, dad, don't worry, I'm sitting in Wutong Garden tonight, and no ghosts can disturb Wu Niang. If you want to settle the score, you should go to the person who caused them." Jiang Song said murderously.

Jiang Taifu nodded, and said worriedly, "If anything happens at night, don't be afraid to disturb me, remember to notify me in time, I have something to do in the government office, Wu Niang, take a good rest."

"Father (grandfather), go slowly." Everyone respectfully sent off.

As the night darkened, Jiang Song and Zheng Youniang guarded Jiang Yuanxi, and the Prince's residence was also brightly lit.

"Your Highness, today's pot of soup is really delicious!"

A man with a feminine face licked his lips, closed his eyes and sighed with endless aftertaste.

"The meat is fresh and tender, and the taste is excellent. It's really a good soup!" A burly man praised.

His Royal Highness sat at the top, and slammed his mouth when he heard the words: "Although the skin of those women's crowns is not smooth enough, it must be because of the frequent work, the skin and flesh are very tight, it is really a long time since I have tasted such a good body. .”

"The happiest thing is that none of those women's crowns are innocent young children. It's really pleasing!"

"Hahaha"

. . . . . .

Let me make it clear that this neurotic royal family has historical prototypes.
(End of this chapter)