Chapter 63

"Prepare the horse, go to Wang Xianjia!"

Yan Luoli turns back in surprise, two people's eyes are opposite, her heart faint smile.

How could Han xuyao not think of what she could think of?

Immediately pack up and set out, and soon arrived at Wang Xian's residence in the north of the city.

There was no one at the door of the house. After looking around for a week, Han Qi saw a girl in plain clothes carrying a burden and sneaking into the crowd.

She turned her head, cold seven see her face clear and beautiful, she seems to notice that he is looking at her, then speed up the pace.

Cold seven's eye ground once crossed the suspicion, but didn't care.

When they went in, they learned that Wang Xian was kept in his bedroom after he was sent back. At noon today, the servant girl who was waiting on her found that he had gone to sleep.

Time is really coincidence, Yan Luoli and Han xuyao look at each other, it seems that they are still a step late.

Entering the back hall, I saw Wang Xian's wife and concubine kneeling beside the bed, wiping tears and crying one after another.

The steward asked Wang Ye and his party to wait outside the door for a while. He went into the room and went to the woman lying beside the bed, crying bitterly. He leaned over and whispered a few words.

The woman paused, touched her tears, and got up with the help of the steward.

That is Wang Xian's wife, Jiang. She is short and dark, but she is well-dressed. Her hair is exquisite, and she is very particular about small things.

Look at the concubine kneeling, also wearing gold and silver, each colorful.

How can a magistrate's salary afford to support so many people? Yan Luoli's eyes swept by and sat on Wang Xian lying in bed.

"You, that's you, you pay back my master's life!"

Suddenly, Jiang pushed away the steward and rushed to Yan Luoli, but he was caught by his Luo skirt and fell forward.

"Give my Lord your life back!"

Pain bares teeth, also don't forget to look up, pointing to Yan Luoli, eyes want to ask for her life directly.

All of a sudden, all the concubines in the room stopped crying and looked at Yan Luoli.

Some are whispering that Yan Luoli is a murderer.

Wang Xian's death a hundred times is not enough to calm the people's anger, but he died and was slandered by his princess. We have to make a good investigation.

Han xuyao's cold eyes fell, and the room was silent. An invisible sense of oppression forced them to breathe carefully.

"Go away!"

Cold word, the people in the room relieved, got up to leave.

Wang's wife, Jiang, also got up. Under Han xuyao's cold eyes, her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move a step.

"Go and have a look."

The rest of the people retreated, and Han xuyao took a little cold, patted Yan Luoli's head and said calmly.

"You murderer, you can't go in. Go, go, go! ——”

when Yan Luoli stepped into the door with one foot, Mrs. Wang went forward to stop her.

Cold seven see this, block in front of Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang simply rolled on the ground, climb forward to pull Yan Luoli's ankle.

"Get out! You murderer, you go, get out of here... "

Her face was ferocious. She stretched her arms, but she couldn't touch Yan Luoli's skirt.

"Let me go, you let me go!"

She kept struggling, trying to shake off the hand that Han Qi pressed on her arm, but no matter how hard she tried, it was just in vain.

Even so, when Yan Luoli arrived at the bedside and began to check Wang Xian's condition, she still didn't give up. She kept saying something in her mouth:

"you murderer, people are dead, are you willing to let him go?"

Mrs. Wang's words, Yan Luoli almost turned a deaf ear, she saw Wang Xian lying there quietly, pale face seems to have no pain symptoms, lips no blood.

Look at his eyes, mouth and nose, there is a faint smell of medicine floating, causing Yan Luoli's suspicion.

Seeing Yan Luoli's careful examination, Mrs. Wang's eyes widened, and her heart was already in a panic to the extreme.

"Don't touch him!"

She yelled at yanluoli, watching yanluoli open her skirt and uncover the gauze of the package.

The wound has healed. But strangely, most of the newly healed wounds are reddish, but Wang Xian's wound seems to have been bleached.

Pick up Wang Xian's hand, there is still a little body temperature on it.

Cold eyes slightly narrowed, looked back at his wife Wang, his heart full of sneer.

When other concubines saw that he was dead, they were not as sad as Mrs. Wang. Is it true that they love each other?

If husband and wife love each other deeply, how can they accept so many concubines?

Besides, when she stabbed Wang Xian, she didn't choose the key. Ordinary medical skills, this wound, not to mention, the wound has healed, how can there be danger.

It seems that someone is trying to frame the blame and shirk the blame.After the inspection, she slowly turned to Han xuyao and whispered a few words.

Han xuyao moo color meal, cold eyes swept, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, Mrs. Wang fell to the ground, can't help but shiver.

"Take it out!"

No waves left three words, he took Yan Luoli to leave first.

Cold seven to make, and Zhang Yang with Mrs. Wang to go out.

Mrs. Wang panicked, pedaling on the ground, constantly struggling.

"You, what are you doing? Let me go, let me go!"

"Master, you've died miserably. How can I live when you leave?"

Seeing that she couldn't escape, she began to cry, hoping that the servant girl in the house could come, but there was no one here. It was guarded by Han xuyao's people, no one else, and no one wanted to get close to it.

In the main hall of the back hall, Mrs. Wang was carried in by Han Qi. She fell to the ground, sobbing and sighing.

At this moment, her luxurious clothes are out of shape, her hair is full of expensive Zhu Chai, her hair is in a mess, and she has no appearance of the magistrate's wife.

It's like a vented ball, sitting there, looking at Han xuyao and Yan Luoli intentionally or unintentionally, with a tight heart.

Han xuyao motioned to Yan Luoli beside him. He heard that she was very handsome when she asked Wang Xian that day. Unfortunately, he didn't see it. Today, he wants to see it.

Yan Luoli understood, got up and went to Mrs. Wang, looked down at her.

Mrs. Wang raised her head and looked at her face to face.

"You murderer, return my Lord's life!"

Yan Luoli gazed at Mrs. Wang's face quietly, her mouth slightly raised, showing a faint smile.

When Mrs. Wang was just brought here, Yan Luoli ordered someone to look for the dregs.

After a while, Zhang Yang came to Yan Luoli with the dregs.

Yan Luoli stretched out her hand and flipped it gently. The black dregs of the medicine didn't show any shape.

One of the golden things attracted Yan Luoli's attention.

He lifted the little thing with two fingers, and there was a chill in Yan Luoli's heart!

Red head gold armor!

It's about the size of your thumb.

Mrs. Wang trembled and knelt there, looking at the dregs of medicine in front of Yan Luoli from time to time. She saw the thing in her hand, and her eyes crossed with fear.

"What is this?"

Yan Luoli, carrying the red head gold armor, put it in front of Mrs. Wang and asked slowly.

Mrs. Wang subconsciously raised her head, dark face, no blood.

"I, I, I, I don't know..."

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