Wang Liuliu swallowed his spit.

Others......

Fu Guogong is right, so can he take advantage of the situation and pull more people into the water?

He fell in the sixth year of his king, but before he left, he cleared some obstacles for his master......

His jaw was still sore, and he choked on a few mouthfuls of saliva, coughing.

After coughing for a long time, tears came out of my eyes.

Vaguely, Wang Liunian glanced at the saint, and instantly a spirit.

It was useless for him to pull anyone.

The saint is not stupid, he will definitely guard against his hand, even if he muddies the water, the saint will wait for the water surface to calm down, then the water is water, mud is mud, divided into layers.

But there are people in the saint who don't want to let go, if he doesn't bite out some blood, Gonggong Cao can make him covered in blood.

Life is a great hardship, and I tasted it once in the early years, which is enough.

After working hard for most of his life, whether it is the prince next to His Royal Highness or the prince walking outside, they have all stood up straight, and they have eaten and drunk.

Now that he has turned around and suffered a lot, Wang Liunian thinks that he will definitely not be able to bear it.

"British duke," the royal chamberlain pondered the saint's intentions, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "He has become more and more wrong in the past few years, he doesn't show up, and lets a useless son run errands, but where Zhu Cheng is in charge, how can it be like this?" He is now implicated and deserves it! This is the fate of his disobedience to His Highness! ”

This statement does not really describe his relationship with the British duke, but it is not important.

Wang Liuliu knew it all too well.

He only bites, listens to it, uses it, and sees what the person who is in charge wants to do.

In the palace, this is such a place.

With a solemn expression, the saint asked again: "How did King Ding and my eldest brother die?" ”

Wang was trembling in the sixth year.

Check His Royal Highness, that is reasonable, after all, he has been His Highness's chamberlain for six years.

But how could the Holy One ask about the king......

King Ding died of illness, and the coffin was conclusive, and no one in the imperial hospital and the imperial pharmacy raised any objections back then.

It is precisely because Fang Zi is reliable that Wang Liuliu was able to attack King Ding without a trace.

Now, how can it be turned to this old account?

Suddenly, Wang Niannian remembered what Xu Jian said in the carriage - as long as he has done it, there will be traces.

Trail......

He thought of why.

"Zhu, Zhu Cheng, that thing that has not achieved enough and has more than enough failures!" Wang sighed for a long time, and since he couldn't hide it, let him add a little more to the British government, "He was afraid and looked forward to the future, so that his wife could not be killed or lived."

The little one told the British public that this would be a hidden danger sooner or later, and if Zhu Cheng didn't make a ruthless move, the British public would do it.

As a result, the British public asked for that false name, and he dragged it out without moving, and after a long time, it became like this.

Eight years, there are only white bones left in the ground, where will the clues be found! ”

Although it was a bite of the British duke, the anger and annoyance in the heart of the king's servant were also real.

"People keep it all the time, don't they keep the evidence?" The king's chamberlain snorted several times, "Now the boat capsized in the gutter, his Zhu family has no good fruit, and the little one has to ......"

The saint asked again: "Did you think of the poison prescription yourself?" I was able to hide it from the imperial doctor! ”

"The world is so big," Wang Nei said, "The little one was born in Lingnan, and he saw it in the village when he was a child, so I won't tell you that we are born there, especially in the mountains, and we all have a little ability in our hands, and the Gu and poisonous ones are unheard of......

Hearing this, the saint's face turned a little pale.

Seeing this, Gonggong Cao hurriedly took the teapot and added hot tea to the saint.

With such an action, the undercurrent of qi was interrupted.

Sheng Shang took a sip of tea, and the warm tea entered his throat, soothing a lot of emotions.

Gonggong Cao pondered the holy intent, and took the initiative to say: "Imperial Doctor Mao, who told the old man, gave His Highness a stable prescription. ”

"He is also from Lingnan," Wang Neishou did not conceal it, "This prescription is a way, as long as it has an attack, it is a dead end, and there is no reason to pull it back halfway."

Doctor Mao can prescribe a stable prescription, it should be seen that it all.

But who made him afraid to say it?

Seriously ill and incurable, the doctors did their best; Poisoning can't be cured, and the doctors are all waste.

He will be able to die old in the next year, what should he do to be a bird?

Seeing that King Ding is going to walk in front of the first emperor, who wants to be a waste? The first emperor was seriously ill and lost his son, how much sanity can he have?

Otherwise, because of that little bit of merit, can the Holy Lord demote His Highness to a commoner?

His Royal Highness is only eager to make contributions, and in order to actively perform in the state capital, there is a matter of filling the thieves with hungry people, and His Highness doesn't know the inside story at all!

Of course, His Highness is at fault, the grounding is not enough, and the seclusion is okay!

Isn't there still one locked up in Yongji Palace?

Why can't Yongji Palace close the second one?

Although there is no freedom in solitary confinement, at least there is no worry about food and clothing, and there are people around to serve him.

Pity our Royal Highness, these ten years of wandering, seem to be comfortable, but unable to adapt, he plays small brocade clothes and jade food, how can he have suffered this kind of suffering?

Otherwise, how could His Highness have passed away at this age? I have to live longer than the one in Yongji Palace! ”

The more Wang Liu said, the more sad he became, and he couldn't kneel anymore, so he sat down on the ground and wept.

The Holy One made him cry so much that his head was buzzing.

Even so, he did not miss the inconsistencies in the words of the king's chamberlain.

"According to what you say, it wasn't the fourth brother who poisoned King Ding?" The saint asked.

The king's inner servant's crying stopped abruptly, his mouth was still grinning, tears were streaming down his face, and panic flashed under his blurred vision.

He hung his head suddenly: "It's not Your Highness, Your Highness didn't let the little one do this."

It's small, small and self-made, the first emperor is seriously ill, and the king is in charge of the dynasty, if he is good, His Royal Highness will not have a chance anyway, and the small one makes his own opinion.

The little ones are the same as the people in the state capital below, and they do things without their Royal Highness.

They were arrested at that time, and His Highness was demoted, and the little ones hid from the world, until now......"

Speaking of this, the king's chamberlain opened his bow left and right, and slapped himself several times in a row.

The hand is extremely heavy, and the sound is crisp.

"When the saint asked, the little ones finally figured it out, it was the little ones who harmed His Highness," Wang Liu's face was swollen, "If the little one didn't harm King Ding, and let King Ding's illness fall like a mountain, His Highness would not try to compete for the throne in vain; If His Royal Highness does not compete for the throne, he will not let the bandits rob him, and he will not be disgusted by the first emperor and degraded to the common people.

In the final analysis, it is the small willful behavior that has caused today's situation.

But Holy Lord, if there had not been a little one who poisoned the king that day, and you would not be sitting here today, what do you say? ”

The saint's gaze was as sharp as a knife.

This king deliberately provoked him in the sixth year, in order to ask for a quick death.

The saint could hear the other party's thoughts, but that didn't stop him from getting angry.

"How?" His voice was three points colder than ice, "I still have to give you a credit?" ”