I only saw a red in front of him, and the dead man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the next second he fell to the ground, his eyes were still very wide, and he looked straight at Meng Fusheng, as if he was dead, complaining about something.

Meng Fusheng was looked at by him like this, and a cold breath immediately spread from his heart.

I only heard an uproar, and the ministers who came casually talked about it, looking at Meng Fusheng's eyes and doubting it.

"This dead man was carefully cultivated by the emperor, and all of them are loyal to the royal family, could it be that Lord Meng really ......" The words were not finished, but the meaning was in the words.

"The person was also brought back by Lord Meng, and we don't know what happened during this period, so Lord Meng should give everyone an explanation."

Meng Fusheng frowned when he heard the discussion of the ministers, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he was quickly relieved, he already had a lesson from the past, so it was normal for them to have suspicions when they heard such an accusation before the death of the dead man, and all he cared about now was Du Weizhen's opinion.

It's just that after the dead man vomited blood and died, Du Weizhen didn't look at him, but just looked at the imperial doctor with a solemn expression and tinkered with the corpse.

Soon, the imperial physician found out the cause of the deceased's death, "Your Majesty, this person died of poisoning, and the poison has been in his body for a while." ”

The voices of the ministers were louder, and looking at Meng Fusheng was like looking at a condemned person.

Meng Fusheng took a step forward and looked down at the corpse, his eyes that were almost about to come out of his eyes revealed unwillingness and malice, and he muttered: "No, he was just unconscious when I rescued him, his pulse was still good, there was no sign of poisoning at all, except for me and Li Qing along the way, no one had touched him, how could he be poisoned?" ”

The imperial doctor bent down at him and said, "This person is ****, there is a period of incubation, when you take his pulse, it is estimated that it is not yet the time to have a seizure." ”

Meng Fusheng frowned, accepted his statement, straightened his waist, looked at the suspicious eyes of the ministers with an expressionless face, and returned to Du Weizhen after turning around.

All the evidence that exists now points to Meng Fusheng as a murderer, and he had the opportunity to poison him; second, his kung fu of playing drugs is also good; Thirdly, the fear and resentment of the dead man against him really did not look like a fake.

Meng Fusheng knew what he was thinking when he looked at his expression, and his heart was cold, even if he knew that Du Weizhen had to show a little suspicion of him even in order to do superficial work, but who was sincere, but the distrust of his friend, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Du Weizhen was really helpless, and he didn't want to suspect Meng Fusheng, but the evidence pointed to him so obviously, he couldn't cover it too obviously, and said to Meng Fusheng with a restrained expression: "You come to the imperial study with Li Qing and me." ”

After speaking, he turned around and went out, there was still a rancid smell in the room, it was really not suitable for a long stay, and the ministers followed out, leaving only Meng Fusheng and Li Qing.

Meng Fusheng's eyes fell on the corpse, the undercurrent in his eyes was turbulent, and after someone came in and took the corpse away, he also took Li Qing to the imperial study.

Du Weizhen waited there early, and when he saw someone coming, he put the fold on the imperial case, leaned back, and said, "What happened, tell me." ”

Meng Fusheng pondered for a moment, organizing the language, how to describe the situation in the simplest sentences, "When I returned to look for Li Qing, I found that the people of Cangguo had not returned to the city from beginning to end, so it seems that we were deceived, and the news was passed on to us by the dead soldiers, so I suspect that he has something to do with this matter." ”

He turned his suspicious gaze to the dead man not because he hated him for framing himself, but because this was the most probable.

Du Weizhen thought about it and felt that there was some truth, but he couldn't fully believe it, after all, Meng Fusheng was good at poison, and the dead soldiers were originally elite soldiers carefully cultivated by the royal family to sell their lives, and everyone who was a secret guard was helpless and ready to sacrifice for his master at any time, so it was really impossible to say that he betrayed himself.

No matter how suspicious he was in his heart, he still acted as if he was persuaded by Meng Fusheng on the surface, and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I know, you go back to rest first, during this time, I am fortunate to be you." ”

But as soon as the two of them walked on the front foot, Du Weizhen sent someone to follow on the back foot.

On the way back between the two, Du Weizhen was a little disappointed, and he couldn't even react when Li Qing called him several times.

When passing by an alley, Li Qing Nunu nose, smelled the mellow wine fragrance wafting from it, the so-called "wine fragrance is not afraid of deep alleys", the ancients did not deceive me, Li Qing sighed in his heart, such a fragrance, how beautiful the wine should be.

When he stared, his heart moved, and he pulled Meng Fusheng and turned in, Meng Fusheng was absent-minded, he was pulled and staggered a few steps, and almost fell into a.

Li Qinghe's dog nose was on his head, and he quickly tracked down a wine shop, which was not large in scale, but it was full, and he finally grabbed a position, pulled Meng Fusheng to sit down, and then ordered two pots of hot wine, smelling that and asking, his face turned red, and he felt that even if he died in the next second, he would have no regrets.

But he beckoned Meng Fusheng to drink several sips, but he still didn't move, his expression was stunned, his eyes didn't know where he was looking, and he didn't seem to be looking anywhere, but there was such a lonely smell.

He shook the wine jug in front of him, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Meng Fusheng! ”

Meng Fusheng was a spirit, and then he came out of his own world, he rubbed his temples, looked at the lively scenes, and had a feeling that he didn't know what time it was, "What's wrong?" ”

Li Qing said "hey", "And ask me what's wrong?" I'm going to ask you what's wrong, why did you come out of the palace with such an absent-minded look? Is the emperor believing in you, are you still unhappy? ”

Meng Fusheng raised his eyebrows, "Do you think Wei Zhen believes me?" ”

"Isn't it? Didn't he say it was okay? ”

Meng Fusheng was quite helpless, the people in front of him were the same as his Senior Brother Shengyun, all of them were extremely insensitive to feelings, and he suspected that they were all missing that nerve.

He took a sip of wine with some sorrow, and said melancholy: "Where does he believe me, he clearly doubts what I say, but also, I have done so many things, and it is too difficult for him to believe in me unconditionally." ”

After saying this, Meng Fusheng shook his head, laughing at himself for being too sad and sad, where is there a manly appearance, so he simply put these aside for the time being, picked up the wine jug and said boldly: "Don't say it, have a good drink today, don't say it, this wine smells really fragrant." ”