Chapter 121: Talking about toxicity aside from the dose, playing hooligan!

"Isn't this the book I paid to the prince? What, what's wrong with the content? ”

"The content is fine." Murong Qi said in a deep voice: "However, this Dao Master inadvertently found something inappropriate in the book. ”

"What's that?"

Murong Qi glanced at the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest glanced at Leng Qinghuan cautiously.

Xiaodao discovered that the ink of the book was adulterated with poison. If it is exposed to it for a long time, it can penetrate into the body through the skin, breathing, and poisoning, and initially cause symptoms such as coughing, heart pain, and weakness in the limbs. ”

Leng Qinghuan was dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief: "You say, this ink is poisonous?" How is that possible? ”

Murong Qi nodded: "This king also thinks it's unlikely." So please come over and explain it yourself. ”

Leng Qinglang coughed lightly again: "I saw this poetry collection in the prince's study that day, and I liked it very much, so I asked for it." I hold it in my hand every day when I'm bored, and I rest on my pillow at night, who knows, this body is getting worse and worse day by day, and I can't find the reason for how many doctors I find.

I really didn't expect it to be caused by this book. Why is my sister so careless, thanks to the fact that I brought it in, otherwise it would be the prince who stayed in the prince's study and was killed? ”

Leng Qinghuan nodded: "Indeed, I feel scared when I hear you say this." However, just by virtue of the words of this Taoist priest, you believe that this ink is poisonous? Why can't I see it? ”

The Taoist priest's face was unfathomable: "It just so happens that Poor Dao knows the art of alchemy, and he knows a little about the poison in this ink." ”

Murong Qi had a cold face, as if he was casually turning a jade wrench on his thumb: "I remember that the princess once said that Pan Jinlian is so stupid that she can poison Wu Dalang, if you want to put this king to death, it will be easy." It seems that this king has always been too careless. ”

Leng Qinghuan choked, and what he said casually, this guy remembered it in his heart, how careful he should be.

"The prince also believes that the concubine will use such a clumsy method to harm you?"

"This is also uncertain, after all, the princess has always been dissatisfied with this king. In addition, if you can't do anything with it, the sword will go sideways, and using this vicious method can be regarded as a shortcut. ”

"It's really not my style to drag mud and water like this, I prefer to be neat and tidy. It is said that there is no poison in this ink, and even if there is, it will volatilize in two or three days.

Putting aside the dosage and talking about toxicity, it's all hooliganism. Sensei said that I smelled it every day, even if I swallowed the whole book, I would cough for ten years and eight years, and my hair would turn gray, and no one would want to remarry. Am I going to be so bored? ”

"It doesn't matter what you say, this king can't listen to your side of the story." Murong Qi stared at her: "So this king sent someone to the Leng family cemetery to invite the eldest prince." ”

"My brother is not in good health, what does this matter have to do with him?"

"This collection of poems was transcribed by him, and if there is something wrong with the ink, do you think it has nothing to do with him? What's more, Shicai Qinglang said that your brother's health doesn't seem to be so bad, someone has seen it with their own eyes, you have been in the same car with him, talking and laughing, and you can't see anything sick at all. ”

Leng Qinglang knows?

No wonder she jumped over the wall in a hurry, one step ahead of herself, and exposed the poisonous things in this ink. I see, I want to make myself speechless.

Murdering his husband, if it is really verified, Murong Qi, a reckless man, will probably be unable to say anything, and he will click on himself.

Leng Qinghuan's gaze quickly swept over Murong Qi's face, and he saw that his eyes were flickering, and there was a hint of a smile that was fleeting, so fast that he could barely catch it.

Does this guy believe or not? Or are you just waiting to see the excitement? Leng Qinghuan looked at it carefully, but he still had a straight face, and there seemed to be vague anger, which made people feel cold and cowardly at a glance.

Leng Qinghuan was a little flustered, as if he had been caught stealing something, and he was restless.

"Well, I'll admit, my brother is getting better now. But it certainly had nothing to do with him. How could he harm the prince? ”

Jin stood aside, taking all of Leng Qinghuan's reactions in his eyes, lowered his eyes and smiled coldly, and then when he raised his face again, he changed it to a sad heart.

"It's all because my house has no way to discipline and spoil Qinghuan, and it's just arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but such a bold thing can be done. You are trying to drag down the Prime Minister and implicate the entire Leng family. This matter is not trivial, Lord Wang, please allow the woman to send someone back to the house and inform the Prime Minister. ”

Murong Qi bowed slightly: "It should be." ”

Kim immediately ordered the subordinates of the Prime Minister's Mansion to return to the house to report the news.

The Leng family's cemetery is very remote, so Leng Xiang rushed to the palace before Leng Qinghe, and after hearing the reason for the incident, he first asked Murong Qi for his guilt, and then reprimanded Leng Qinghuan without saying anything.

Leng Qinghuan lowered his head and didn't speak, nor did he defend himself, blocking the number of cold faces, and he kept thinking about his thoughts silently.

The incident happened suddenly, caught off guard, how to move the chess behind, there must be a perfect strategy, otherwise, you will lose the whole game if you are not careful.

Leng Xiang scolded in a hurry, and almost had to move, Leng Qinghuan stretched his waist and said a word lazily.

"Before the matter was investigated, the father reprimanded his daughter first, don't you think it's a bit too arbitrary? You are also the right minister of every day, is it so reckless to deal with the government on weekdays? ”

The voice was light and light, but every word carried weight that was irrefutable.

Leng Xiang stretched out his hand and pointed at her, "you" for a long time, and then he couldn't fight, so he flicked his sleeves angrily and sulked to the side.

Only Leng Qinglang, coughing a few times from time to time, delicate and weak, as if holding his heart, silently pouring out Leng Qinghuan's sins.

Pregnant women are always easy to get tired and sleepy, sit cold and bored, and fall asleep on the table without heart after a while.

Leng Qinghe was soon taken from the cemetery to the palace, dressed in white clothes and wide sleeves, and walked into the wisteria building with a graceful demeanor, as if his feet were not dusty, and his thin posture was set off, which was eye-catching.

As soon as Leng Xiang saw him, he immediately stood up dumbfounded, with a look of surprise on his face: "He'er, you, you are ......"

Leng Qinghe smiled slightly: "Thank you for my father's concern, fortunately my sister healed, Qinghe's body is fine." ”

"You said, your illness was cured by Qing Huan?"

Leng Qinghe nodded: "I've worried my father these days." ”

The cold phase was full of tears for a while, but it was true feelings, not pretending. After all, father and son are connected, Leng Qinghe is outstanding again, and now that the crisis has turned into safety, he is really gratified.

The subordinate who went to pick up Leng Qinghe stepped forward and handed the thing he was holding to Murong Qi.

"Lord Qiqi, this is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the residence of Prince Leng and ask the prince to take a look."

Murong Qi let out an "um" and motioned for the Taoist priest to step forward and check them one by one.

Soon, the Taoist priest picked out two pieces of ink from them and said firmly: "Lord Qiqi, these are these two pieces of ink, which are mixed with poison!" ”

If you really did it in secret, you came prepared.