The old housekeeper Gong Qing died, on the last day of the age of seventy-nine. He has served the Zhang family for three generations, but he has not crossed the threshold of 80 years old after all. The housekeeper of the Qin Palace's mansion is not just anyone. From accounting and financial management to strategizing, you have to understand a little bit. There are also some shady methods, such as assassination and poisoning, which are not enough to deal with outsiders.

Therefore, the old housekeeper does not say that his hands and eyes reach the sky, but also the role of calling for wind and rain. But his death was the same as that of an ordinary old man: foaming at the mouth, his mouth crooked and his eyes slanted, and he had no dignity.

It looks like a stroke.

Zhang Xiaoqing sat in front of the corpse, as if there were two of his own chattering quarrels in his mind, which made him have a splitting headache.

"It's similar, but it's not a stroke. A Zhang Xiaoqing glanced at it and came to a conclusion.

"No, that's a stroke. You forget? That's how my mother was when she left. Another argued.

"You......" he shook his head. "You should know better than I know what's going on. Actually, you already know who did it, right?"

"I don't know...... Don't say it, I'm tired......"

Another pressed in step by step: "This is murder." For a whole month from August 19 to today, five people died in the palace in a row, all of them with this symptom. Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"Sometimes it's just a coincidence. This year is not good for ......"

"No, it has nothing to do with astrology, metaphysics or anything. It's a powerful poison, and maybe you'll be the next one to suffer!"

"Myself, will you......" Zhang Xiaoqing covered her head, unconsciously there were dots of white hair on her sideburns, and her sitting posture was slightly old.

"He's going to do it to these people after all. In the princely house, warmth is just a luxury. But why is that? You foolish child, I was going to leave everything to you......"

"Don't forget, he was always just an adopted son. Once they learn that their parents and children are still alive, how can they not be the killer? Those who know about it may just be killed by the way. You always say that he is not ruthless enough and does not have the temperament of a martial artist. But if you look at it this way, he is more powerful than you. Congratulations, you've finally found a qualified successor!"

"I don't have such a successor. Zhang Xiaoqing stood up, his eyes regaining firmness and determination. "If this son is not talented, he can abandon it. The foundation of Huangzhou cannot be handed over to such people after all. ”

He walked out of the house, the ironclad guards holding white silk and poisoned wine in their hands.

"Come with me, to the deceased. ”

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqing's side moved, Siming knew. In the palace of the king of Qin, he has his own news network. Those people are like birds reflected in the lake, and there is no trace of them. Except for soft whispers, there is no trace of their presence in the world.

When you come like a spring dream, you go to the clouds and have nowhere to go. Siming called them "Morning Mist".

It is thanks to such a reliable intelligence network that he is able to greet his father with a perfect posture with a perfect crown, a neat dress.

Sure enough, with a stick of incense, Zhang Xiaoqing came. Si Ming kowtowed, "Father!"

Zhang Xiaoqing's face was like frost: "Get up, sit down." ”

Everything was expected, and he honestly sat down in his chair.

"How many people have died in our house recently, what do you think?" Zhang Xiaoqing asked coldly.

Siming sighed deliberately: "I'm afraid it's a man-made ......"

"Oh, the doctors all said it was a stroke, why do you say it was man-made?"

"Because children don't believe in coincidence. ”

"Well said. So who do you think did it?"

The child thought that whoever could profit from this matter would be suspected. But since his father is a prince, his every move involves the interests of countless people, who is the murderer...... Children can't think about it. ”

Zhang Xiaoqing was silent, fiddling with the teacups on the table of the Eight Immortals. After a long time, he suddenly said, "You don't have anything to hide from me?"

Si Ming was shocked when he heard this. However, this panic is deliberate, and there is a subtle calmness in the panic. "Child...... The boy doesn't know what his father said?"

Zhang Xiaoqing's heart sank, and it seemed that the conjecture was indeed true.

"Say it yourself, for the sake of father and son, I'll leave you a whole corpse. "He was disheartened and couldn't speak.

Siming was sweating, fell to his knees, and wept bitterly: "Father, even if the child is at fault, why should he die!"

I found out the whereabouts of your own son and took him into the house, but the original intention was also to reunite your father and son and enjoy the joy of family!

Father, he is your biological flesh and blood anyway. Fifteen years later, what else can't you put down?"

The more he cried, the more sad he became, and he beat his chest and said: "The ancients said: The king called the minister to die, the minister had to die, and the father called the son to die, and the son had to die. Since the father has a life, the child is gone. But I hope my father will forgive ......"

He suddenly forgot Li Yan's name, and he was slightly speechless. But it didn't matter, the clever young man immediately found an affectionate name: "If the father can forgive my brother, the child will die without resentment!"

He said that he would hold up the inkstone and send it to his head. Who is Zhang Xiaoqing, turned over the inkstone and asked, "You are hiding it from me, is this this thing?"

Siming sobbed and asked, "Is there still ...... What else can't be done?"

Zhang Xiaoqing sat down slowly, full of doubts in his heart: "Could it be that I misunderstood......?"

Si Ming's mouth was dry from crying, so he picked up the teapot and took a sip, and then wiped his tears: "Father, my brother has actually been working as an errand in the east kitchen all these years. It's just because our palace is too big, and there are nearly a thousand people in the inner palace alone, so you haven't seen him all this time......"

"What?" Zhang Xiaoqing stood up, "You said he was in the house?"

"Exactly, the child also talked with him for a while in the morning, and just now he went to Mrs. Momiji's wing......"

Zhang Xiaoqing faintly had an uneasy thought in his heart. If Siming is not the murderer, then who is the murderer? Who will be obsessed with erasing the insiders of the year? And who has the opportunity to poison other people's diet?

At this moment, Siming's body suddenly spasmed. Zhang Xiaoqing was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Si Ming covered his neck with both hands, couldn't say half a word, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow". Zhang Xiaoqing suddenly woke up: "There is poison in the wine!"

I saw that one of Si Ming's faces was suffocated into a dark purple, and his legs were kicking wildly, as if he couldn't breathe in at all. Zhang Xiaoqing gritted his teeth and said, "Child, bear with me!" After that, he took out the knife he carried with him and gently cut his throat.

Blood gushed out, and Si Ming's mouth snorted. Although it hurts hard, I can breathe after all.

Zhang Xiaoqing shouted: "Come on, pass on Langzhong!"

I don't know what happened later. He woke up to find himself lying on a bed. There are a few people outside the curtain, and it seems that they are Lang Zhong.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth went up, and a smug smile appeared. Simaki was very satisfied with himself, especially the performance just now. The best thing a person can do if he wants to clear his suspicion is to disguise himself as a victim.

To look realistic, he took real poison. The medicine is very strong, and although it is not lethal, it may also make him mute.

But this pain is nothing compared to the position of the son.

Speaking of which, this woman Momiji is really powerful, and it's rare that she can come up with such a trick that kills two birds with one stone. can not only get rid of the kid surnamed Li, but also put all the blame on him.

But the most powerful person in the whole thing is himself. Because Momiji would never have dreamed that her tea was also poisoned, and as long as she drank it, she would die.

It's really a bit of a shame for this smart, beautiful woman.

Thinking of this, Siming couldn't help but sigh softly. Forget it, wait until you become the queen of Qin and buy a woman who looks like her.