Chapter 684

Wei Zhan saw that he didn't help himself, but he bit his teeth secretly. But now his voice is sore, and his voice is hoarse He also wants to stay here. He wants to take Lin Chuyu!

"I can't talk..." Wei Zhan said: "tell Chu Yu to let me stay in the palace for a while. I will tell you what I know. If you let me go out, the Nanjiang people who stay outside the palace will kill me regardless of everything. "

Rosefinch frowned and looked at him who was looking for trouble and said, "what are you doing? If you don't say it now, the slave can feed the insects back to you. "

Wei Zhan's heart trembled. Although he didn't want to try the pain of being engulfed by insects, he was dead

"If you don't want to know what the people in southern Xinjiang are planning and how to murder Wei Linyuan, just do it. As soon as I die, he will be buried with me Oh, no, even chuyuhe can't live long. "

Wei Zhanxin vowed to be a Taoist.

When Zhuque heard this, some of them did not dare to be determined. If it would really harm the emperor, they should not be careless.

Zhuque looks at Wei Zhan, who is going to fight to death. She thinks that she has put down her writing brush and ordered someone to send a message to Lin Chuyu.

Then Lin Chuyu sent the news that Wei Zhan would live in the palace for the time being, but he had to live in the cottage next to yeran's palace, and the cottage was always full of fragrance. Without Lin Chuyu's antidote, Wei Zhan could not wake up.

After Wei Zhan was arranged, Zhang Ao was sent out of the palace, although Zhang Ao didn't know what happened.

Out of the palace, Zhang Ao is still muttering: "is it difficult that they dare to kill even King Rong?"

Zhang Ao muttered. As soon as he opened the curtain of his carriage, he saw the man sitting in it. He was stunned: "it's his Royal Highness the ninth Prince..."

"Where's King Rong?" Lou Fengqin asked with a black face.

"This..." Zhang Ao stopped, and then said, "Your Royal Highness is staying in the palace for the time being..."

"You --!"

Lou Fengqin wanted to scold Zhang Ao to death, but he was afraid that Zhang Ao would turn his head and go to Chu. After all, he had to hold a few talents in his hand.

"So..." Liufeng looked at Zhang Ao, who was a little old, and said, "you have to find a way earlier and hold the little emperor, otherwise you will not live a long time."

"Yes, I understand." Zhang Ao responded and got into the carriage.

That night, before Lin Chuyu and yeran had discussed how to deal with Wei Zhan, news came from Dali temple that master song had been poisoned and died in the prison.

"Where's the body?" Ye ran asked the Minister of Dali Temple who came to reply.

"Lord Hui, the body is still in Dali temple. Now the coroner is checking how it was poisoned." The Minister of Dali Temple wiped the sweat on his forehead and said busily.

Ye ran started: "take me immediately. Before that, don't let anyone touch any evidence, including the body of master song."

"I'll go with you." Lin Chuyu got up and said.

Master song's life and death are very important. If we can't find out why, there must be different opinions in the court. If there are any more people deliberately making trouble, it's not so reasonable.

Ye ran looked at her and said, "you're in the palace. It's not safe outside. I'll go."

Lin Chuyu just doesn't trust him to go alone. Who knows if someone will set up this plan and plan to fight him? If he had an accident at this time, the court would be even more uncontrollable.

"I'm going with master."

Lin Chuyu's tone was firm: "I will leave people in LingXiao pavilion to guard the palace. I don't think anyone else except nahelian can pass through the defense of the Imperial Palace quietly and enter the palace."

Night dye see her so resolute, thought, in the end should be under.

Soon, they left the palace together.

Although Wei Zhan was dazed, he had great willpower. When he heard what was happening outside, he began to think.

After leaving the palace, Lin Chuyu and yeran went directly to Dali temple, but by that time, Mrs. song was already crying in Dali temple.

Mrs. song was not a person who didn't know the etiquette, but when she thought that her Pillar had fallen, she didn't care about anything.

Lin Chuyu comes over and sees Mrs. song crying so sad that she stops with yeran.

"I'm afraid it's not a good time to ask. Let's wait." Night dye opens his mouth.

Lin Chuyu also means this: "let's go around and see how Mr. Song died first, so that we can give Mrs. song an explanation. Besides, I want to see Mr. Song Jiacheng alone."

"Do you doubt it's him?" Yeran looks at Lin Chuyu, who is standing on his side.

Lin Chuyu looks serious: "it's not a reasonable doubt, but song Jiacheng's mind is not right, and he has always been involved with people in southern Xinjiang. I'm afraid he can't get away from it."

Yeran looks at her with a smile. She looks at the Dali Temple Yamen in front of her and turns to the corridor on the other side.