Chapter 15 Poisoned Alcohol

When Zian returned to the house, he saw that Shuyu was making tea, and Yuan Shi had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

The effect of the ecstasy drug hadn't passed yet, and she had managed to survive just now.

"Miss, Madam is asleep." Seeing Zi'an coming in, Shuyu stepped aside with a guilty conscience.

"Yeah!" Zian went out, put the lampshade on the table, and said, "Come out with me, the rose plant in the corner is growing, you can pull it out."

"Yes!" Shu Yu looked extremely obedient, and went out with Zi An.

There was indeed a rose in the corner, and it was blooming just right now, Zi'an said loudly: "Shuyu, after you pull out this rose, take out the damaged lampshade with me and repair it."

Shuyu responded, "Understood, Miss."

Someone peeked in at the door, Zian raised his head, and that person immediately disappeared behind the wall.

Zi'an sneered, as expected, he was still waiting.

After Shuyu pulled out the rose, Zian asked her to go back to serve Yuan Shi.

As soon as Shuyu entered the dormitory, a pain came from the back of her head. She turned her head and looked at Zi'an in astonishment. Zi'an turned the soul-destroying ring expressionlessly, as if the feeling of electric shock radiated out, and Shuyu fell to the ground with a bang.

Zi'an took off her clothes three times and five times, then moved her to a corner of the inner room, covered her with a piece of cotton wool, leaving a hole for her to breathe, and took her clothes to the warehouse. .

After a while, Zian took "Shuyu" out, and Shuyu was holding many things in his hands, all of which were old boxes, with a lampshade on the top, covering his entire face.

Sure enough, there were two people wandering around the door, seeing Zi'an coming out, they pretended to be passing by and dispersed on both sides.

"Hurry up!" Zi'an snapped.

"Shu Yu" followed step by step. Fortunately, the maids in the mansion wore long skirts for the sake of beauty, covering those big feet.

Zi An successfully sent "Shu Yu" out to the door, and the concierge sat beside him. Seeing Zi An come out, he stood up and bowed, "Miss!"

Zian glanced at him, the kindness of a drop of water, every drop in her heart, she remembered this person.

When "Shuyu" saw someone shouting at the door, he was flustered. When he stepped forward, he stepped on the hem of his skirt in a panic, and rushed out, the things in his hands were naturally scattered on the ground.

The concierge hurried forward to help pick it up. In the confusion, he glanced at "Shu Yu" and was stunned.

Zian stepped forward quickly, stuffed things indiscriminately to "Shu Yu", and scolded, "You don't walk carefully, hurry up!"

"Shuyu" ran away in a hurry with his things in his arms.

The porter took a step back, expressionless on his face.

As if feeling Zian staring at him, he seemed a little panicked, "Miss, the servant didn't see anything."

Zi'an said softly, "Thank you."

The servant was slightly stunned, his face was dull, "The servant really didn't see anything."

"I was talking about the steamed buns and the bowl of water." Zian said softly.

The servant looked flustered, "It's not a slave!"

He turned around and went into the gatehouse, hiding himself and refusing to come out.

Zian took a deep breath, turned around and went back.

She went directly to the old lady's room, and as soon as she entered, she saw Xia Quan leading someone out, and Cuiyu was also standing at the door.

Xia Quan glanced at Zi'an, and walked over expressionlessly.

Aunt Lan Yu came out and sneered, "Miss, you have been going to the latrine for a long time."

Zian didn't speak, and walked in.

The people in the room seemed to have never changed their postures, and the tea on the tea table next to the old lady had already condensed a layer of tea powder, and they hadn't taken a sip.

Mrs. Linglong saw her coming in, she was quite displeased, "The old lady asked you to copy Buddhist scriptures, where did you go?"

Since they were all whitewashing the peace, Zi'an naturally didn't expose it, she stepped forward in a polite manner, "Forgive me, old lady, my granddaughter just felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, so she went back to the house to find some medicine and took it. When she felt better, she hurried over to continue." copy Buddhist scriptures."

"Then you should come back and say it. Didn't your mother teach you manners?" The old lady spoke for the first time, with a gloomy look on her face.

Zi'an suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the old lady, "I'm sorry, old lady, Zi'an really doesn't have a tutor."

The word "tutor" involved the entire Xiangfu.

The old lady's face became even more ugly, but she didn't say anything, she just raised her hand, and Aunt Lan Yu, who followed Zian in, turned around and entered the inner room, and came out with a plate in a moment.

There is a glass of wine on the plate, the wine glass is white porcelain with painted flowers, the rim is inlaid with gold, it is small and exquisite and extremely expensive.

Zi'an's heart was full of alarm bells. Naturally, this glass of wine was not a good wine that was rewarded to her, but a glass of poison.

All the servants in the house went out except Sapphire and Cuiyu, and the door was closed, not even a ray of sunlight could penetrate.

A faint smile gradually appeared on Mrs. Linglong's face, and the joy in her eyes became more and more obvious.

The old lady stared at Zi'an with her eyes like a poisonous snake, and said slowly: "Three days ago, you openly regretted your marriage and refused to get on the sedan chair of King Liang. You should hurt your parents and family, the empress gave you a gift, and left your whole body. After you drink this glass of wine, the prime minister will declare to the outside world that you died of a sudden illness, which can protect your reputation. It's the day you cut your head, you won't even be able to keep the whole body."

Zi'an knew in his heart that the empress would not convict her again now, because she had already found the best way to punish her, which was to point her to the regent, so that she would never recover.

She looked at Prime Minister Xia, the original owner's father, and asked calmly, "Does father mean the same?"

Whether she admits it or not, the original owner's longing for Xia Chengxiang's paternal love still remains in her heart. Today, the Xiangfu plans to solve her and Yuan Shi together. She just wants to know whether he will be so heartless. There will be half guilt and discomfort.

Prime Minister Xia did not hide his dislike and hatred for her at all. The remorse of the marriage ruined his face and offended the Queen and King Liang, which would affect his official career.

"Heaven's evil is still forgivable, but self-inflicted evil cannot live!" After Prime Minister Xia finished speaking, he turned his face away, unwilling to even look at her.

Zi'an laughed coldly, "It's a good sentence to be self-inflicted."

Mrs. Linglong stood up, came in front of her shaking her long dress, reached out to take the wine glass, handed it to Zi'an, and sighed softly, "As your concubine, I can't bear to see you growing up while watching you grow up." There is such an end, but if you offend the King of Liang and the empress, you will definitely not be able to survive, you might as well end it yourself, and you can be regarded as leaving a dead body for yourself."

Zi'an didn't look at her, but still looked at Prime Minister Xia, "Chen Er was also arranged by you, right? If you hold her and Chen Er, you can declare that she really stole someone, and then the letter of divorce that was thrown out at the wedding will be justified." It can't be regarded as a random pile of crimes to frame the original spouse. It seems that the words I said in front of the guests when I regretted the marriage were useless. Instead, I let you beat snakes and sticks. I made a mistake. villain."

The old lady said angrily: "No matter how nonsense you talk, you can't save your own life. You found it yourself. If you obeyed and got on Liang Wang's sedan chair, you wouldn't end up like this. With a little cleverness, Want to fight against the whole family? You can't help but think highly of yourself."