Fu Yao has taken on the heavy responsibility of supervising the country in the past few days, and he is so busy that even Tang Siru can't see anyone.

"Childe, Second Miss Tang has come to ask for a meeting." The voice of the little guy rang out.

Fu Yao rubbed his eyebrows, quite surprised, "Please let her in." ”

Tang Siru didn't come empty-handed, she came to see Fu Yao with a brocade box, "Master Fu has been really busy these days, I haven't seen anyone several times." She smiled and said in a cheerful voice.

Fu Yao only felt that the tiredness of the days was suddenly dispelled by her voice, and the tension on his face was unconsciously relaxed.

"Your Majesty has been seriously ill recently, and I have been ordered to supervise the country, and I have a heavy responsibility, so I dare not worry about it." Fu Yao explained.

"Well, that's what you should be careful about." Tang Siru originally wanted to ask why the crown prince was not in charge of the country, but he swallowed it when he saw Fu Yao's expression, and felt that this kind of thing should not be inquired.

She opened the brocade box she brought, took out the scroll inside, and brought it to Fu Yao like a treasure, "Actually, I came to thank you." ”

"Thank me? I have something to be thankful for. Fu Yao smiled lightly.

"A few days ago, I was willing to accompany me to be the referee of the written test!" Tang Siru said with a smile, she said in her heart, in fact, she secretly released water, and after seeing that she couldn't do the first question, the later questions would only take the literal meaning, and no longer embarrass her.

Tang Siru was afraid that he would be amorous, so he didn't dare to mention it, but he just thanked him for his fair action.

She unfolded the scroll, "This is the painting I made that day, and I saw that the adults liked them that day, so I brought them to them." ”

Fu Yao was quite surprised, he did love those paintings, but he never thought of winning people's love, not to mention that with Tang Siru's talent, these paintings can be described as priceless.

He wanted to refuse, but he heard Tang Siru say, "If you don't like it, forget it." She lowered her eyelashes, a look of disappointment.

Tang Siru really thought that Fu Yao liked these paintings, and women were pleasing to themselves, as a painter, some people appreciated her works so much, and she was naturally happy, so she gave Fu Yao a thank you gift like a treasure.

"No, I love it." How could Fu Yao not like it, he glanced at Tang Siru's smile that turned into a sunny color, and there was a little more warmth in his eyes.

Tang Siru saw that he accepted the painting and nodded with satisfaction.

"I've been here several times, and the little guy has said that you are in the palace, is there anything wrong with Your Majesty's health?" Tang Siru asked, she recently heard that Emperor Nanming was seriously ill, and she still had some regrets in her heart, after all, although this emperor didn't seem to be very hardworking, he was not a mediocre emperor.

Fu Yao said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty has indeed been getting worse recently, but his condition is very strange. He paused, as if hesitating to say, "The Imperial Doctor said, it doesn't look like illness, it looks like poisoning." ”

Poisoning? The emperor's diet has been tested for poison, how can it be poisoned? Tang Siru scratched his chin.

She thought for a while and said, "Since this person can poison the emperor and is not known, then the poison is not in the food. But what poisons don't work through the entrance? ”

Fu Yao was also pondering, "I have also thought about it, but if this poison is placed in the incense, then the eunuchs in the palace will also be poisoned, why is it that only His Majesty is poisoned." ”

Tang Siru slapped his thigh and said, "Then such a thing must only be touched by His Majesty alone!" ”

His Majesty is the only one who touches ...... Fu Yao pondered in his heart. Suddenly, his gaze rested on a few notebooks on the table.

He was ordered to supervise the country, so he naturally wanted to approve the recital for Emperor Nanming, but it was inconvenient for him to stay in the palace as an adult man, so every time the court meeting ended, he took the recital back for approval.

If only the emperor can look through the things he touches, isn't it just a twist?

Because it was written and submitted directly by the courtiers, the stewards at all levels only roughly classified the meadows submitted by the courtiers, divided into urgent, conventional, but not read, etc., and the specific content still had to be reviewed by His Majesty himself, so the real contact person was only His Majesty.

Something suddenly became clear in his heart, and Fu Yao hurriedly stepped forward to look through the books on the table.

Tang Siru's eyes widened when he saw his expression, "No, is the poison you said in the music?" "It's so imaginative! If someone is poisoned in the recital, isn't it unaware, and only the Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty, who has come into contact with the recital, will be tricked?

Seeing that Fu Yao actually leaned over to sniff those few books, Tang Siru was shocked and hurriedly stopped, "You are crazy, what if you are also poisoned!" ”

Fu Yao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Not to mention that Your Majesty is accumulating over time, and the accumulation of toxins is the only poisonous hair, just with my contact this time or twice, it probably won't be a big deal." ”

He said abruptly, "I don't know the nature of medicine, I don't fine the ink, I can't tell anything if I smell it so roughly." ”

Fu Yao has always been deep on weekdays, and he looks like a gentleman to everyone, and his joy and anger are often invisible. Tang Siru has known him so far, and it is rare to see him look so panicked, and he can't help but feel a little worried.

I heard that Fu Yao's parents died when he was a child, and he was raised by Emperor Nanming himself, and their relationship must be very good. Emperor Nanming was seriously poisoned and sick, and Fu Yao must have been very sad in his heart.

Tang Siru stomped his feet and made a gesture of generosity to death, "Why don't you show it to me?" ”

When Fu Yao saw her stretching out his hand, his heart was suddenly shocked, although he could look at these twists and turns regardless of his life, but Tang Siru and His Majesty did not have many ties, but he had to risk his life to watch these twists and turns......

"Miss Tang Er...... You, why bother? Fu Yao refused to fold the piece in his hand to her, and his face was slightly ashamed.

Tang Siru was afraid that he would have a psychological burden, so he stuck out his tongue and said, "Then you don't want to find out the truth?" Didn't you say it doesn't matter if you smell it once or twice? ”

Fu Yao didn't expect him to block himself with his own words, so he couldn't help but hold his forehead, "Then you be careful." ”

After that, he handed the fold to Tang Siru.

Tang Siru naturally doesn't know what poisons or anything like that, but she can paint.

She has been exposed to all kinds of pigments since she was a child, and the pigments mixed with other miscellaneous substances are naturally different from the original appearance.

So Tang Siru spread out the folds and began to compare them carefully.

"The ink used in this envelope is rich in color, with a faint rosin fragrance, and there is no miscellaneous smell, so there should be no problem." Tang Siru sniffed it and excluded the letter.

"This one, the ink color is uniform, there is a slight plum blossom fragrance, the smell is long, and it should be safe." When Fu Yao heard this, he put this letter aside.

"Hmm! This stinky coax, as soon as you smell it, you know that it is ink mixed with charcoal grass. Tang Siru covered his nose and retreated.

Fu Yao saw her lively appearance and smiled lightly, "Lord Chen has always been honest, and the rest of the family's wealth is used by his wife for treatment, so naturally he can't afford to use good ink." ”

Tang Siru nodded when he heard the words and continued to sniff.

When it came to the next one, he frowned.