Song Lingyue was about to walk out of the door, but Hu Er stopped her: "Doctor Song, are you willing to treat me if I tell you Zhang Langzhong's secret?" ”

Song Lingyue lowered her head and the corners of her lips curved, turned around and glanced at Hu Er, her tone was very cold: "That's natural." ”

Hu Er gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll tell you!" But, Doctor Song, you really can ......"

Song Lingyue's eyes narrowed: "You have been secretly observing for a month, don't you know enough about my medical skills?" ”

"You, why are you ......" Hu Er was shocked.

"You want to ask how I know you're spying on the spy, right?" Song Lingyue patted Liu Liang on the shoulder, "Since the first day you were secretly watching, my people have already discovered you." ”

Liu Liang raised his head, his gaze and Song Lingyue's eyes met in mid-air, and soon he avoided Song Lingyue's gaze.

"Then why ......" Hu Er was full of doubts.

Song Lingyue just laughed: "Why don't you find out, right?" From the day I found out you were out watching, I knew you must have noticed something was wrong with that mole on your mouth.

But you don't worry about my medical skills, but Zhang Langzhong can't save you, you plan to secretly observe for a while. The reason why you made up your mind to come to me is because you saw how I treated Zhang Hu, right?

Zhang Hu told me that he went to Zhang Langzhong because of a mouth sore, but Zhang Langzhong was also powerless. And he told me that he had seen you there in Zhang Langzhong too.

So, I easily guessed what you were here for, and I let you watch from the sidelines. It's just that I didn't expect you to drag on for so long, and it seems that you really don't care about your own life. ”

Hu Er was like a deflated ball in an instant, and his whole person was paralyzed.

"Okay, I think you can tell me what you know about Zhang Langzhong's secret." Song Lingyue bent her lips and smiled, sat on top of the high hall steadily, and looked down at Hu Er.

Hu Er's legs trembled, only to feel a chill on his back, and it took a while to calm down: "Doctor Song, don't hide it, I know that Zhang Langzhong once ...... Killed. ”

Hu Er hesitated for three seconds before spitting out the words 'killed'.

As soon as the words fell, Song Lingyue's brows jumped a few times, she raised her eyes to look at Qi Mo, and lowered her voice: "Don't tell me that Zhang Langzhong cured the disease and killed someone." ”

Hu Er snorted and let out a sneer: "What is so strange about killing people, Zhang Lang has the king of Jibei as a shield, and he is not afraid." ”

"That's?"

"Doctor Song, you are not from our Jizhou, so naturally you don't know. This Zhang Langzhong's father, Zhang Lao Yuanwai, once married to fill the house. Hu Er lowered his voice and whispered.

Song Lingyue snorted and laughed: "So what? The men in this realm have three wives and four concubines, not to mention that the wife died and went to fill the house. ”

"Three wives and four concubines are common, but it shouldn't be common to go to this house after less than half a year of marriage." Hu Er bent the corners of his lips and showed a light smile with a deep meaning.

Under Song Lingyue's questioning, Hu Er told Song Lingyue that it turned out that the house-filling girl that Mr. Zhang married was once a singer in the drunken Red Mansion, and she was a perfect performer.

As early as Zhang Langzhong's mother-in-law, Zhao, was still there, and Mr. Zhang was already asking to let the singer enter the door, and at that time, the singer was already secretly married.

Zhao released his words, as long as she does not die for a day, the singer will not want to enter the door, Zhao's mother's family has been secretly supporting Zhang Yuanwai, Zhang Yuanwai naturally does not dare to be presumptuous.

After waiting for more than ten years, the Zhao family finally passed away the year before last. Just after the 100th day of the funeral, Zhang Yuanwai welcomed the singer into the door, filled the house, and gave birth to her daughter Zhang Miao also turned into Miss Zhangfu.

It's a pity that not long after that singer became Mrs. Zhang, she was very sick, and she died of illness in only half a year.

"Isn't it common to get sick and die?" Song Lingyue took a sip of the tea that had become cold and frowned. Liu Liang on the side hurriedly refilled some hot water into the teacup.

"If you want to say that you are dying of illness, I don't think it is like dying of illness. My mother-in-law used to be a maid in Zhang's house, and she used to serve Mrs. Zhang's second wife. In that half a year, Mrs. Zhang often had headaches, and Zhang Langzhong personally diagnosed and sent medicine to let Mrs. Zhang drink it. Hu Er said in a low voice.

"That doesn't prove anything. Could it be that you want to say that Zhang Lang poisoned his second mother? Song Lingyue let out a chuckle. The second wife is not stupid, how can she not be wary of Zhang Langzhong at all. ”

"But Mrs. Zhang's departure is too strange!" Hu Er still wanted to argue, but Song Lingyue interrupted him again: "You said that these are things without a shadow. ”

Hu Er hurriedly said: "If Doctor Song doesn't believe it, you can go to my house and ask my mother-in-law!" At that time, she had a heart and left all the medicine residues sent by Zhang Langzhong. Back then, Zhang Langzhong was the main one to dismiss all the maids and servants, but my mother-in-law was not sold, just because she mentioned the word dregs.

I guess it must have been Zhang Langzhong who poisoned the medicine he sent, otherwise how could the good and dignified Mrs. Zhang leave in less than half a year! ”

Song Lingyue pondered for a moment, felt that there were indeed doubts about the matter, and saw that Hu Er's eyes really didn't look like they were made up, so she believed it a little, and muttered: "Okay, even if the news you provide is true." ”

"Then my sick ......" Hu Er pointed to the mole at the corner of his mouth and asked Song Lingyue eagerly.

Song Lingyue covered her lips sleepily and yawned, and said, "You can come back tomorrow." It's getting late, I'm not in good spirits right now, and I need to rest. ”

"But ......"

"No, but!" Song Lingyue raised her voice, "Okay, please go back." ”

"Please." Qi Mo stepped forward and pulled Hu Er up and pushed him out unceremoniously.

Hu Er walked out of Baoningtang almost step by step, until Qi Mo and Liu Liang closed the door of Baoningtang, and then reluctantly left.

Song Lingyue pinched her brows and raised her eyes and asked Qi Mo: "Do you say that what Hu Er said is true?" Did Zhang Langzhong really poison his mother? ”

Qi Mo pursed his lips: "It's been two years, and even if you want to investigate, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort." ”

"Poisoning his mother, if it's true, this Zhang Langzhong is only afraid that his life will be guaranteed." Liu Liang said coldly, and then said: "It's just that two years have passed, even if Hu Er's mother-in-law keeps the medicine residue of the year, I'm afraid she won't be able to find anything." ”

Two years have passed, and I'm afraid that those dregs have already rotted, and what can I find out?

"Actually, it's not that hard to find out." Song Lingyue turned the handkerchief in her hand, looked up and saw Qi Mo and Liu Liang both looking at her in unison, so she smiled: "If it is really poisoned and died, even if the corpse turns into a dry bone, the color of the bone will be faintly black and dark, that is the last words of the deceased." ”

In ancient times, many poisons would leave traces, and as long as an autopsy was conducted, the clues would be seen in some ways.

According to Hu Er, Zhang Langzhong's concubine was determined to have died of a violent illness and must have been buried without an autopsy.

The only thing that can prove that what Hu Er said is true or false is to dig up the grave of Zhang Langzhong's mother.

"So what are you going to do next?" Qi Mo asked.

Song Lingyue glanced up at him, drank all the tea in the cup and touched her lips: "Don't do it." As long as he doesn't come to get in my way, I have no interest in his Zhang family's secrets. ”

Song Lingyue stretched, "Come back, I'm almost exhausted." ”

Song Lingyue yawned a lot, lifted the curtain and walked in the direction of home.

"Master......" It wasn't until Song Lingyue had already gone far that Liu Liang came to Qi Mo, "If that Zhang Xu really poisoned his mother, Lin Zhizhou's justice will definitely convict this person." Without Zhang Xu collecting money for the king of northern Hebei, I am afraid that the weapon will not have the funds to prepare for a while. ”

Qi Mo thought for a while and ordered, "You go and inquire where the Zhang family's mother is buried." After finding it, if there is something wrong with the bones, dig up the bones and take them to another place to preserve. Remember, do things secretly, don't let Zhang Xu find out. ”

"Yes, my subordinates know." Liu Liang bowed his hand to Qi Mo, and then disappeared into the night with a few bodies.

Song Lingyue didn't know anything about Qi Mo and Liu Liang's plans, but she wasn't idle at this time.

Song Lingyue poured out the powerful anesthetic she had researched in the cyan porcelain bottle, dipped some with wooden chopsticks and fed it into the old hen's mouth.

The old hen struggled a few times and chirped a few times, but soon became weak.

Song Lingyue let go of her hand, and the old hen fluttered her wings a few times, but she couldn't fly, but rolled off the table and landed heavily on the ground.

Song Lingyue kicked the old hen under the table, but she didn't react, and she was completely drunk.

Song Lingyue put away the small blue porcelain vase, took the old hen's wings and stuffed the old hen that had been stunned into the chicken coop, and put it under her windowsill, a position that she could see when she raised her eyes.

Song Lingyue wanted to observe the whole night to infer the effect of the anesthetic, but she didn't expect that she couldn't resist the attack of the sleeping god, and she lay down next to the windowsill and fell asleep.

Song Lingyue was woken up by the noisy voices of Song Yanzhi and Xiangling.

"It's dead!"

"Nope! You see, its eyes are half-open, and it's definitely not dead yet! ”

"Definitely dead! Poke it like this and it doesn't move, it must be dead! ”

Song Lingyue moved her stiff shoulders, and just twisted her neck, and the muscles between her neck immediately became sore.

Song Lingyue gasped in pain, she must have strained her muscles and fell stiff when she slept on the windowsill last night.

Song Lingyue pinched the muscles on her stamina, took a few deep breaths, pushed open the door, and turned her head to see Song Yanzhi and Xiangling surrounded by her window, not knowing what they were looking at.

"You two, what are you doing without morning exercises?" Song Lingyue rubbed her neck and came to the two.

"Master, did you say that Xiaohua is dead!" Xiangling raised her head, and her little face looked like she was about to cry.

"Sister, what's wrong with Xiaohua, why don't you move." Song Yanzhi also pulled the hem of Song Lingyue's clothes and asked with a small face.

"Little flower?" Song Lingyue looked at the two suspiciously.

"It's the two old hens sent by Grandpa Zhao! One is called Xiaohua and the other is called Xiaobai, Xiangling and I went to feed them in the morning and found that Xiaohua was gone, and we searched all the way, and found that it fainted under your window, sister. Song Yanzhi pointed to the speckled old hen in the chicken coop under the windowsill.