"You don't want to spew blood!" As soon as Song Huaci's words fell, Yao said sharply and warningly.

"Am I spewing blood, Aunt Yao will understand after drinking this soup? If the aunt is fine, the painting shrine will personally kneel on the stone road in the garden of the house for two hours to see the majesty and punishment. "The Song Painting Temple uses the method of agitation to see what they can say, and see the moves.

Yao was already sure at this moment that this soup was poisonous. And the poison was given by his own daughter. She sighed in her heart, blaming her for being reckless in this trip, and she should have discussed with her in advance before discussing the poisoning in the long run. But now this situation is difficult to manage.

"Song Painting Temple, don't forget, although the Queen Mother has given you a wedding date, I still have to prepare your dowry and dowry for you." Yao threatens the Song Painting Temple.

Song Huaci smiled coldly, treating her words as nothing. As for the dowry...... She should be in the Song Painting Temple, and she will not take any less. When the time comes, she has her own way to get the Yao family to give her enough dowry.

"yes. But Aunt Yao, one yard is one yard, today, let's make this poisoning matter clear. The Song Painting Temple pretended not to understand Yao's words.

Song Zhiyao saw that the Song Painting Temple was forcing the Yao family to drink the soup, and she was so anxious that she couldn't do it, for fear that the Yao family would really drink it without knowing the situation.

"Song Painting Temple!" Song Zhiyao stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Yao's face, picked up the bowl of soup and smashed it to the ground: "Take away your broken soup!" Who wants to drink it! ”

At this time, Mrs. Song walked in, and the soup was falling a few steps in front of him impartially, and the soup spilled out and sprinkled on the hem of his clothes. Mrs. Song's face turned pale: "What's the trouble!"

Yao and Song Zhiyao were also taken aback, and hurriedly crossed the table to salute. And Song Taifu set his eyes on the Song Painting Temple and asked, "You asked people to invite me over, what is the matter?"

Song Huaci put away the provocative look just now, and looked at Mrs. Song and asked respectfully and stubbornly: "Daddy, the ancestral hall was just given a wedding date by the Queen Mother yesterday, and someone poisoned my food today." If something like this happens in our dignified Song Mansion, should my father care about it? ”

"Poisoned?" Mrs. Song was shocked, he never thought that such a thing would happen. But he knew that since the Song Painting Temple had found the Yao family, it must have suspected the Yao family and Song Zhiyao. But he couldn't let her come nonsense, he didn't govern the family strictly, and his sisters killed each other.

As soon as she made such a fuss, the reputation of the Song Mansion was ruined! Maybe, tomorrow in the court, the imperial history of the Imperial Procuratorate will be read by him again in front of the emperor. After thinking for a while, he said, "Ancestral Hall, this is a big deal!" You can understand that if you have no evidence, you must not speculate and slander at will. ”

"Daddy doesn't believe in his daughter?" Song Huaci's tone was incredulous and a little disappointed.

"Ancestral Hall, you said that someone poisoned, at least there must be evidence! This is done beforehand, and the Father will find out before making a judgment. Don't disturb your Aunt Yao and her sister eating. "Now that there are many people around, Mrs. Song plans to cover up the past first and solve it in private. And Song Huaci was used to it in his eyes, and her opinions, Song Taifu basically ignored them.

Song Huaci had long known that Mrs. Song would say this, and she didn't expect her to really be in charge of her, but it only counts if Mrs. Song was present in the end. Grabbing the word "evidence" said by Song Taifu, Song Huaci resolutely knelt on the ground, looked up at Song Taifu's eyes and said word by word: "Father, daughter has evidence."

Song Taifu's eyes jumped, he didn't expect the Song Painting Temple to be so ignorant. He said sharply: "I said it for my father, and my father will definitely find out about this matter."

"But the father only needs to call the kitchen steward and ask him if any idle people have come to the kitchen today to know whether the truth of his daughter's insistence is true!" The Song Painting Temple also did not back down.

"You ......" Mrs. Song also experienced Song Zhiyao's stubbornness for the first time, and was conflicted and disobeyed by her, and was speechless in anger.

"Father, my daughter is the future third princess, right? When you got married, something like this happened in the house, did your father really think that if you didn't check it out, the three princes wouldn't know, and the court wouldn't know? The Song Painting Temple raised its head and burst into tears.

"The fourth girl, the future princess of the third prince, is talking to her father like this?" Yao's naturally wanted to slow down this matter, and wait for her to understand it clearly and make a little bit of a little investigation before investigating, so she gave Mrs. Song a help.

The Song Painting Temple didn't answer, and Song Taifu also looked at the Song Painting Temple gloomily, thinking about the trade-offs in his mind.

And Song Zhiyao was relieved to see that Mrs. Song deliberately suppressed this matter. She concluded that Song Taifu was so confronted by the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and the Song Painting Ancestral Hall must have lost his heart.

So she had a little confidence, and then returned to her original arrogant and mocking face: "My sister is right, you are the future third princess, so can the third princess disregard etiquette and stubbornness against her father and frame others?"

After Song Zhiyao finished speaking, Mrs. Song immediately turned her head and glared at her fiercely, her eyes were so fierce that she was shocked. And the Song Painting Temple smiled slightly.

Just when Song Zhiyao didn't know what was going on, she saw Song Taifu sigh, waved her hand back, and said tiredly, "That's it." Then as the temple said, the steward of the kitchen came up. ”

In a word, the blood on Song Zhiyao's lips disappeared again.

"You're the kitchen steward?" Song Taifu looked coldly at the kneeling people.

"Hui sir, yes." The kitchen steward looked like he was a man of few words, and he didn't seem to be very talkative.

"What strange things happened in the kitchen today?"

"Back to my lord, it hasn't happened."

Mrs. Song raised her eyes and glanced at the Song Painting Temple, and when she saw that she didn't say anything, she asked again: "Is there any irrelevant person who has ever been to the kitchen?"

"Back to my lord, I haven't had one. But they are all maids who fetch food for their masters. ”

"Are these maids abnormal?" Song Taifu's index finger lightly tapped the table, carefully observing the steward,

Feeling Mrs. Song's vision, the steward was still not in a hurry, and was respectful: "Back to my lord, there is nothing unusual about the maid."

Hearing this, everyone present, except for the Song Painting Temple and the steward, was more or less relieved in their hearts.

"Ancestral Hall, what else do you have to say?" Song Taifu carried his back with one hand and looked at the Song Painting Temple.

"Father, can you let your daughter ask him a few words?" Song Huaci stood up and asked.

Before Song Taifu could speak, Song Zhiyao came up to stop him: "Song Painting Temple, you don't slander me there." Look at it, the stewards you called yourself said that there was nothing to do, and you still had to refrain from forgiving. Are you so expecting something to happen to me! ”

"My sister didn't dare to think so. But can the eldest sister tell me that since you didn't poison the soup, why did you rush to break the bowl of soup when you heard that Aunt Yao was allowed to drink the soup? Song Huaci asked rhetorically.

"I ...... I'm ...... Who knows if there's poison in your soup, and who made it? Do you think everyone is as unfilial and unrighteous as you? Song Zhiyao argued.

"That's it!" Song Taifu frowned and scolded them, unwilling to let them start infighting in front of outsiders, so as not to spread any gossip.

Mrs. Song lowered his voice and said to the Song Painting Temple: "Ancestral Hall, this is not poisonous or not, it's just your guess." Since the steward said that there was nothing unusual in the kitchen, you must have been mistaken. For the sake of the Father, let this be the end of the matter. ”

Song Huaci's smile faded, and she stood up again, ready to carry out another plan.

At this time, the steward spoke again: "My lord, the little one suddenly remembered that the maid of the eldest girl came to the kitchen earlier than usual today, and specially inspected the soup that was to be served at noon."

Hearing this, Song Huaci showed an imperceptible smile.

She said, how can the people of the three princes be so ignorant. Meng Zhaoyan asked him to send something, and he sent it blatantly, he just wanted to tell Song Huaci that she could use this person.

Song Huaci looked at Mrs. Song, who had a tense face, and resolutely knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "Daddy, it's not that my daughter is looking for trouble with you, but this incident really makes my daughter very sad and disappointed." If it weren't for the daughter who accidentally sprinkled the soup on the silver bracelet, the Song family might have died today as the daughter of the Song family, the future three princesses, and the Song Painting Temple! ”

"Don't mess around here! Isn't it just to get a meal, even if Yao'er's maidservant goes a little early, it's normal, how did she become a poisoner? ”

Yao was by Song Zhiyao's side, and angrily refuted the Song Painting Temple. She hates Song Huaci and hates it, if it weren't for the fact that Song Taifu was still here at this time, she would definitely let people drag her down and kill her!

But Song Huaci ignored Yao's family, and still knelt down to look at Mrs. Song, with light in his eyes: "Daddy, my sister is obviously eating at my aunt's place today, why would she let her maid go to get food?"

Song Zhiyao opened her mouth and clenched her hands tightly, not knowing what to do. Her eyes were red, and she could only mumble to herself in a daze: "It's not me, I don't have ...... I didn't have ......"

But how convincing is this statement? If she is in her own yard, it is understandable to let the maid watch the food. Can...... But today, she came to Yao's place.

She hated herself for only coming to the Yao family to wait to see what happened to the Song Painting Temple, but she forgot that this was a fatal loophole!

Mrs. Song held her forehead, which was ridiculous. He asked the steward to go down, and there was a flash of murder in his eyes when he looked at the back of the steward, after all, he had heard too much today.

Seeing that the matter was revealed, Song Zhiyao and Yao, who were in a cold sweat, were so angry that Mrs. Song couldn't wait to send them all to Zhuangzi in the suburbs. If it weren't for Song Zhiyao, who had been in pain since she was a child, and had a big use in it, he wouldn't have bothered to care about her at this time.

Mrs. Song raised his head and sighed: "Ancestral Hall, it was your father's mistake to blame you and let you be wronged."

Song Huaci bit his lip, looking forbearant and strong: "Father's words, daughters dare not accept them."

Mrs. Song was slightly confronted by her, and she didn't know how to say what she was going to say next.

"Sir! Yao'er is still young, and she must have been instigated by the person around her to make this mistake, but it was really an unintentional mistake. Master, master, you will spare her this time! Yao took advantage of this gap, and knelt on Mrs. Song's lap with a "bang" and cried and pleaded.

Song Zhiyao poisoned her unintentionally? Song Huaci didn't speak, but felt that Yao's words were simply ridiculous.

"Look at her, doing such things, and begging for mercy? The ancestral hall is about to marry into the Three Princes' Mansion! If I let the Holy Lord know that my dignified master connived at the concubine to murder the concubine and the third princess, I don't have to do it! "Song Taifu rarely saw anger at the Yao family in front of people.

"Master, the concubine will definitely take strict care of Yao'er in the future and promise that there will never be such a thing again. Although Zhi'er has done something wrong, people must always have a chance to correct their mistakes. Please, let her go this time! Yao is not afraid of anger and keeps up the good work.

Mrs. Song suppressed his anger and ignored Yao.

He turned to face the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, as if he hesitated for a long time before making a decision: "Ancestral Hall, today's events, for my father to know, are all your eldest sister's fault." But Zhi'er is your sister after all. If you kill them all, it won't be of much benefit to you in the future Three Princes' Mansions. Since you have not suffered any substantial harm now, it is better to be forgiving and forgiving, and gain a good reputation, what do you say? ”

The Song Painting Temple can be regarded as having understood. It seems that Yao's poor Chu Chu begged for mercy from Song Taifu in tears, but in fact, Song Taifu's heart has always been biased towards Song Zhiyao. Only part of his anger was genuine, and the other part was what he pretended to show her.

But the Song Painting Ancestral Hall came to Yao's place this time, so he didn't think about reluctantly retreating as before. If she didn't hurt Song Zhiyao and the Yao family this time, her Song Painting Temple would not be better in the last two months of the Song Mansion, she couldn't always make them think that she was weak and bullied!

"Daddy, don't you think your daughter is ruthless, your daughter is doing this for her sister's good. Although the daughter is about to marry into the royal family, her sister made a mistake at home today, and it doesn't hurt for her daughter to back down. But if he goes out on the sun, gets married, and his sister accidentally makes such a mistake again, who can forgive her at that time? Daddy was able to save her a few more times. Song Huaci tilted his head and asked Mrs. Song in a serious tone.

Mrs. Song didn't let go of her at all when she saw that Song Huaci didn't let go at all, and she was more and more dissatisfied with her in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face. Song Huaci's words, even he couldn't find anything to refute.

can be refuted by her daughter, and Mrs. Song can't hold her face in the end. He said in a low tone: "What the ancestral hall said is reasonable, but because my father thought that she was a first-time offender, she was lightly dismissed." Yao'er, from now on, you go to the ancestral hall to kneel for a day, and then come back when you kneel full. ”

Today, Song Zhiyao finally suffered the consequences of her own evil and was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall. She still remembered that Song Zhiyao was so enthusiastic to "visit" her and Song Qiaoshu, but now, she will not waste her energy on revenge on Song Zhiyao, which will only outweigh the losses.

When the Song Painting Temple returned to the courtyard, he put those trivial matters behind him and began to practice martial arts with him with peace of mind until the evening. After telling the matter to Qianwan, he sat in the room and continued to read the unfinished medical book.

The night is getting darker, and the wind is biting. Although it is not yet the middle of winter, it is still too cold for ordinary people to bear in the middle of the night.

At this time, Song Huaci was reading a book, but she was fascinated, and she didn't even notice that a figure standing next to her was quietly watching her. It wasn't until the words came into her ears that she was suddenly startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

"How's this book?" Meng Zhaoyan's smile was shallow, if there was nothing, and his tone was light, but it was very comfortable.

But what's the use of a light and comfortable tone? When a person suddenly appeared in his room when he was most focused, even the Song Painting Temple was startled.

"Third Highness?" Song Huaci came back to his senses, but he was even more surprised when he looked at Meng Zhaoyan at this time.

Because, at this time, the third prince, wearing a dark blue robe, wearing a dark blue coat, and his black hair was tied with a crown at will, and the jade tree stood there in the wind, and he didn't make a sound when he entered her room.

The most important thing is that Meng Zhaoyan is standing in front of her!

Song Huaci hurriedly stood up and saluted, but his eyes involuntarily stared at his legs. Meng Zhaoyan looked at her expression and felt a little funny, so he couldn't help but tease her: "What's the matter, this king has a hateful face, so that the fourth lady doesn't even want to take a second look?"

Song Huaci hurriedly shook his head and denied: "The courtiers are just concerned about His Highness's leg disease, and His Highness forgives his sins."

"It doesn't matter. The matter of leg disease is a long story, you just need to know that this king is now able to walk for a short time because of the help of drugs. Meng Zhaoyan generously revealed a little secret of his.

Meng Zhaoyan looked around at the housing of the Song Painting Temple. Although it is not big, the location is also a little bad, but through these furnishings and utensils, it can be seen that the owner is very attentive to life.

Looking at them, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't help but begin to imagine the scene of the Three Princes' Mansion after the Song Painting Temple married him in the spring of the next year. He felt that it must be something interesting.

But Meng Zhaoyan's trip time was very tight.

He didn't plan to come to the Song Mansion, but just after doing everything, he heard that someone came to report that the Song Painting Temple had been poisoned. Meng Zhaoyan thought, anyway, he stopped by and happened to come over to see her. So for now, it's better to focus on the topic.