Chapter 348

They had come to the prison several times before. The Yamen guards recognized them and took them to the flower hall. They didn't wait for a long time, so Shan Yulan came.

"You two come to me. What can I do for you?"

Gu Yun is keen to find that when Shan Yulan saw them just now, his face flashed a trace of doubt and amazement. Gu Yun sits still quietly, letting Zhuo Qing around him.

They have always had a tacit understanding. Seeing that Gu Yun doesn't move, Zhuo Qing naturally understands her meaning, nods to Shan Yulan, and asks directly, "what do you find after you examine the body of the child? Is it poisoning? "

"You?" He had guessed where the two of them had come from, and had thought about how to deal with it carefully. He had not expected Zhuo Qing to ask such a question directly and definitely. Xiao was always calm and steady, and he was shocked.

With such a look, he doesn't need much keen observation. He must know his inner feelings. Zhuo Qing doesn't beat around the Bush and says, "we have found out that Mingjian took away the dregs. He is Yan The emperor's confidant must be inspired by him to do so. If the emperor has any questions about the cause of his son's death, how can he let the child go to the earth without knowing anything? "

Gu Yun is silent all the time, and a pair of sharp eyes are not separated from Shan Yulan. Zhuo Qing talks freely and firmly. In the face of these two people, Shan Yulan had a feeling of no hiding. He shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't have to think of a way to deal with them. They were not so easy to deal with. He sighed and Shan Yulan nodded. "That night, I did experiment with the body of the prince."

"How is it?"

Since they already know that the child may be poisoned, Mrs. Lou must have examined the child's body before. She was afraid that she couldn't look at it carefully, so she asked him for evidence. Shan Yulan didn't say much, but only replied: "the emperor is indeed poisoned to death. What kind of poison has not been tested yet."

"Nothing in the dregs?"

Shan Yulan was also very distressed, sighed: "there is no problem with the dregs of the medicine. It's all the medicine for the fever. There is no poison."

"There is no problem with the dregs of the medicine, but not necessarily with the medicine. Ruyi poured the juice out of the medicine jar and brought it to the Qingfeng hall. The person who poisoned it is most likely to be the person in the Qingfeng hall." Gu Yun, who has been silent for a long time, finally opens his mouth, which means he wants to check it out.

Shan Yulan saw that they were ready to get up and leave. Her eyebrows wrinkled and relaxed. She wanted to talk for several times, but she said in a low voice: "the prince died, and the emperor is also very sad. This matter The emperor naturally has his consideration. The two should not be too hasty. Moreover, the nature of the concubine Qing is totally different from that of the two, so... "

Dan Yulan seldom talks in such an obscure way. His present appearance only shows that Yan Hongtian should have explained it earlier. Zhuo Qing replied with alacrity: "don't worry, we won't let Qingfeng know until the matter is clear, nor It's a straw scare. "

Gu Yun and Zhuoqing go out of the Tixing mansion, and they both feel very powerless. Because Shan Yulan's face is not very good, and his words are a little blunt, "Yan Hongtian must also suspect the cause of the child's death, otherwise it is impossible to let people go to find the dregs of Medicine in the first place, and also let Shan Yulan go to the autopsy. Since they doubt, why are they so secretive? What does he really want to do? "

"I don't know..." Compared with Gu Yun's perplexity and annoyance, Zhuo Qing is more worried. Sunset these days, Shan Yulan's dissuasion, let her feel that Yan Hongtian won't let it go this time, but he did it without telling Qingfeng, don't let her know, really good?

Anyway, it will take three months for Qingfeng to cure her face. Let's wait until her face is cured.

In the Qingfeng hall, except for Poria cocos, everyone else was driven out. Qingfeng took a look at the baby cradle under the big tree, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, turned around and said to Yuesheng beside him, "it's OK to start."

He glanced at her more and more, turned around and entered the room.

Qingfeng stared at the arrogant figure, bit his teeth, said nothing, and followed in.

He looked around and saw several paintings hanging in the study. He saw a trace of appreciation in his eyes, but it was only a very short moment, and his face recovered its defiant expression. See green maple and tuckahoe also entered the flower hall, more rise laugh to have a bit of bad intention, "I can start at any time naturally, want to see you are ready?"

"What do you need to prepare?" asked the green maple

"The scar on your face is very deep, and now it's full length. If you want to restore your former appearance, you need to suffer from cutting your face." As he spoke, Yuesheng pulled out a small roll of cowhide from the sleeve, pulled out the binding rope, and the cowhide unfolded. There were several knives with different lengths and thicknesses, and there were several long silver needles and hooks beside them.

Each knife looks very sharp. Green maple just frowns. Tuckahoe stares at the blade of the knife with cold light. Then he thinks about the "pain of cutting the face" mentioned just now, and his heart immediately clenches.

"You should cut the dead meat first, and then supplement it with the medicine I made. You can take it externally and internally every day. However, before the meat grows well, every time the dressing changes, it will be as painful as ten thousand ants Yuesheng took out the knives and put them in place, then wiped them gently with cotton cloth. He was extremely careful, but his words were obviously careless. It seemed that the pain of ten thousand ants' gnawing was nothing in his eyes.

When she first heard the cut, Poria was already in a state of panic. Then she heard the pain of thousands of ants gnawing. Poria unconsciously grasped the hand of green maple. She could feel the cold of her hands and the shaking of her hands. "Master......"

Qingfeng firmly clenched tuckahoe's hand, looked up, and asked coldly, "is there anything else?"

Rising slightly, he saw the strong self-control of Qingfeng. He raised his head and said with a smile, "no more."

Dark relieved at the same time, green maple loosened tuckahoe's hand, "did not start."

"Good." Without dragging the mud and water, Yuesheng was obviously satisfied with Qingfeng's attitude. He pointed to a chair beside her and asked her to sit down. Yuesheng said to Poria, who was still frozen on one side, "bring in a basin of water and prepare some clean cotton cloth."

"Yes." Tuckahoe dare not hesitate, go out to do immediately.

When tuckahoe came back with water and cotton cloth, he saw that he picked up a thin edge like a cicada's wing and was close to the green maple. Tuckahoe took a breath of cool air and held the basin tightly.

Just as the blade was near Qingfeng's face, she suddenly cried, "wait a minute."

The higher the hand, the more anger and impatience rose in the eyes, but the hand holding the knife was still put down.

"Put things down, tuckahoe, and you go out."

Tuckahoe hurriedly said: "master, maidservant can stay to help..."

Wait for her to finish saying, the green maple snapped: "go out!"

Qingfeng didn't look at her. Tuckahoe couldn't help but put the water basin on the short table beside her, and then she left the door slowly. When the door closed, she saw that the slender hand of the master tightly grasped the handle of the wooden chair, and the voice was not as powerful as before. "Go on."

Finally, the door still had to close. Tuckahoe's hand shook uncontrollably. Tuckahoe stepped back, tightly clasped his hands together, bit his lower lip, and tried to calm his heart.

"Ah!"

Inside the house came a cry that was extremely painful and hard to suppress. Tuckahoe's foot was soft and almost fell to the ground. Think of the feeling that the blade cuts the flesh and blood, cut the face Do you really want to use a knife to grow and cut the meat on your face? Tuckahoe squatted on the cold stone steps, staring at the closed door, his vision gradually blurred.

I don't know that time has passed for a long time, maybe it's only half an hour, maybe it's been half a day, tuckahoe is waiting silently by the stone steps, and constantly imagining the scene of the blade cutting through the flesh and blood. When she feels that she's going crazy, the rising voice finally rings: "people outside come in."

Tuckahoe froze for a while, and at the next moment immediately stood up, pushed open the door and rushed in.

As soon as Poria cocos entered the room, it smelled a strong smell of blood. The basin of clear water had turned maroon, and the bloodstained cloth had been thrown to the ground.

"Master son?!" Qingfeng is placed on the soft couch beside the screen. Tuckahoe runs to see that the master has fainted.

"Change her clothes. Also, keep all the mirrors away from her With that, he put away the cowhide roll on the table and went out.

It wasn't until she left that tuckahoe dared to look at the people on the soft couch. Qingfeng's face was covered with thick cotton cloth, with only a pair of closed eyes. She couldn't see her face or what she had suffered just now. Only her collar was covered with blood. Tuckahoe shook his hands and gently grasped the pair of tiny jade fingers that once envied others, but now they were full of scars, choking: "master You... What are you suffering from? "

Tuckahoe has been guarding at the side of green maple. Fortunately, at the time of dinner, she finally woke up. Qingfeng sat up straight, reached out and touched the cotton cloth wrapped around his face. After a pause, he slowly put it down, saying nothing more. But every time she changed the dressing, the master never let her aside. In the first few days, tuckahoe would hear the groan made by the master trying to hide himself. Later, the voice gradually disappeared, but the scar on the master's finger was not good. In this repeated suffering, the three spent more than ten days in peace.

Time will not stop because of anyone, the pace of spring is also about to come, the sun reduced the chill of early spring, let the cold season of things gradually glow with vitality.

As usual, Qingfeng sat quietly in the yard, holding the warm jade that has been around all day since this day, and stroked it gently. The warm jade was sent to the little prince by the building. Later, it was always taken on the prince. Before the funeral, the master took the warm jade down and took it with him. He often showed it.

On weekdays, in addition to changing the medicine for the master, most of the time, he stayed alone in the room, or because of the fine weather today, he sat in the yard and poured out a thumb sized, scarlet eyed, Green Toad from a small porcelain bottle.