Yang Jie took the porridge in the palace maid's hand, glanced at it casually, and said, "Back to Your Majesty, this is indeed made by a villain." ”

"Presumptuous, you dare to murder the family of the court officials!" Hearing Yang Jie's admission, the queen's eyes flashed with joy, and she said angrily.

Emperor Zhaoming's expression turned cold: "Do you know that Zhou Shilang's wife ate your porridge and almost slipped the tire." ”

Yang Jie frowned: "Your Majesty, there is a blood-invigorating medicine in this bowl of porridge, since the grass people make medicinal food, they have a certain understanding of pharmacology, and the porridge that the grass people make for Mrs. Zhou Shilang is to nourish blood and nourish qi, not this bowl." ”

"You mean the porridge has been repackaged?" Mo Ziyu spoke slowly.

Yang Jie said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Back to the eldest princess, the grass people are only responsible for cooking, and the food is served without the hands of the grass people. ”

"Who's serving the food today?" Mo Ziyu looked at the queen.

The queen said softly: "Sister Huang, it is the palace maids on duty in the imperial dining room who serve the food today, and I have already asked people to summon them." ”

Just as the queen's words fell, dozens of palace maids came over under the leadership of an old lady and bowed to Emperor Zhaoming.

"Okay, who served the meal at Zhou Shilang's table?" Emperor Zhaoming waved his hand and asked directly.

A thin palace maid bowed her head and knelt down and said, "Back to Your Majesty, it's a slave." ”

"Look at it, you're serving this bowl of porridge." Emperor Zhaoming motioned to the palace maid to hand her the porridge and take a look.

The thin palace maid only glanced at it, and then said, "Back to Your Majesty, yes." ”

Emperor Zhaoming's eyes were indistinguishable, and he said in a deep voice: "Who asked you to send it?" ”

"Yes......" The thin palace maid looked up at Yang Jie, and quickly lowered her head: "It's this master, he also specially explained to the slave maid, Zhou Shilang's wife is pregnant, and she must not send it wrong." ”

Yang Jie looked at her and said coldly: "I am only responsible for cooking, and I have never asked any palace maid to deliver food." ”

"But when this bowl of porridge was just ready, you specially served this bowl of porridge to the slave and maid, and explained to the slave and maid."

"Are you sure?"

"Slave is sure." The thin palace maid trembled and said.

That look, it seemed that he was frightened by Yang Jie, but he still did not succumb to his threat.

Everyone looked at this scene and unconsciously leaned towards what the thin palace maid said.

Yang Jie turned his head to look at Emperor Zhaoming, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, this palace maid is full of lies, please check clearly." ”

The thin palace maid raised her head with tears in her eyes and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, every word of the slave maid is true. ”

Yun Lingxi looked at all this coldly, and said, "Your Majesty, the courtier has a few questions to ask this palace maid. ”

"You ask."

Yun Lingxi walked in front of the thin palace maid, looked at her condescendingly, and said lightly: "You said that the master of the Xianshan Building asked you to send the porridge as soon as he made it?" ”

Although the thin palace maid wondered why Yun Lingxi and Yang Jie asked this question repeatedly, she also replied respectfully: "Concubine Huishi, yes, at that time, the slave maid took this bowl of porridge, and it was very hot. ”

"You saw the chef of Xianshanlou make this bowl of porridge with your own eyes?"

"The princess, all the ingredients for the palace banquet are taken from the imperial dining room, and when any master comes to cook, there are palace guards to check whether the ingredients are brought privately." The thin palace maid replied calmly: "Today, this master cooks, although the slave maid has not seen it with her own eyes, many people in this imperial study have seen that all the meals today are made by this master. ”

Yun Lingxi nodded, turned to look at Emperor Zhaoming: "Your Majesty, the courtiers have finished asking, and there is indeed no truth in the mouth of this servant." ”

The thin palace maid looked up at Yun Lingxi, her face full of grievances: "Princess, even if you want to protect your people, you can't wronged me like this!" ”

When everyone heard this, they subconsciously focused their eyes on Yun Lingxi.

Yun Lingxi's eyebrows were cold, and he sneered: "Just by virtue of you, you are not qualified to be wronged by me." ”

"Lingxi girl, what do you see?" Emperor Zhaoming looked at Yun Lingxi with a relaxed expression.

Yun Lingxi smiled, picked up the bowl of porridge, and scooped up a spoonful.

The crystal clear rice grains look extremely bright under the sunlight, and with the hint of red, people will have a great appetite at a glance.

"Although this grain of rice is crystal clear, if you look closely, you will find that the grain of rice is broken."

As she spoke, she walked to Emperor Zhaoming's side: "Your Majesty, borrow your porridge." ”

"Take it."

Yun Lingxi picked up the porridge in Emperor Zhaoming's hand and scooped up a spoonful, Emperor Zhaoming's purple rice health porridge, so the whole bowl of porridge is crystal purple, under the backdrop of the white jade spoon, the rice grains are full and round, like amethyst.

"And Your Majesty's bowl of porridge, the rice grains are full, and there are few broken ones."

Why is that? What are the different ways to boil? Mo Ziyu scooped up the porridge in her bowl and took a closer look, and found that the rice grains were all full, occasionally broken, and should have been broken by a spoon when scooping.

Everyone also lowered their heads to check the porridge in their bowls, and the results were all more whole grains of rice and less broken.

Yun Lingxi put the porridge back on Emperor Zhaoming's table, and explained with a chuckle: "The reason is very simple, the bowl of porridge that Mrs. Zhou ate was not made today, but made yesterday. ”

The thin palace maid raised her head in shock, lowered her head again, panic flashed in her eyes, her hands were clenched tightly, her back was covered with cold sweat, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Emperor Zhaoming nodded approvingly, and looked at Yun Lingxi's expression even more kindly.

Then, he stared coldly at the thin palace maid, the slightest wisp of coercion spread, and his voice was still calm, but it was terrifying: "Say, who ordered you to frame the princess?" Poisoning Mrs. Zhou? ”

The thin palace maid suddenly knelt on the ground and cried: "Your Majesty, if you borrow ten dares from the slave maid, the slave and the maid will not dare to frame the princess." ”

"Lingxi, this alone, can't prove that the master of Xianshan Lou has nothing to do with this matter." The queen looked at the thin palace maid coldly and asked.

"Yes, this alone can't prove it, but what if someone sees this girl change her porridge with their own eyes?"

When the queen heard this, her eyes rippled slightly, and then she smiled kindly: "Can you pass that person up?" ”

Yun Lingxi glanced at her with a smile: "She's here at this table." ”

The queen glanced at everyone at the banquet, still with a kind smile: "Who is it?" ”

"Back to the queen, it's a courtier."

Chen Mozhi stood up and blessed himself.

"When the courtiers passed by the path next to the rockery in the imperial garden, they saw that the palace maid sneakily hid the porridge she was originally holding into the rockery cave, and took another bowl out of the cave."

Emperor Zhaoming immediately signaled the palace people to go to the rockery.

In just a moment, the palace man returned to the banquet with a bowl of porridge.

He respectfully put the porridge on Emperor Zhaoming's table and stepped aside.

"This is the porridge you made especially for Mrs. Zhou?" Emperor Zhaoming looked at Yang Jie.

Yang Jie got up and looked at the porridge on the table: "Back to Your Majesty, this is the bowl." ”

Imperial Doctor Liu stepped forward to take a closer look, and nodded at Emperor Zhaoming: "Your Majesty, this bowl of porridge is indeed as the master of Xianshanlou said, nourishing blood and qi, and it is excellent for pregnant women." ”

Emperor Zhaoming stared at the palace maid coldly, his voice was calm, but with murderous intent: "What else do you have to say?" ”