Chapter 109： who poisoned

Yun'er, since you want to play, then Nan Jun will stay with you for a few more days to see what you are going to do.

Nan Jun got up early as usual to go to the back garden to practice swords, and then hid in the study to avoid seeing guests, and Qiao Yun also appeared in the back garden in advance every day.

Nan Jun pretends not to know Qiao Yun's identity, but Qiao Yun doesn't know that he has been seen through, and always disappears in front of Nan Jun on time.

"Hehe...Little thing, it turned out that he was playing hard-to-get tricks with me."

Nan Jun withdrew the sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes full of doting.

If Qiao Yun knew that his little trick had been seen through by that person, he would have been so ashamed that he would have found a hole in the ground to sneak in.

It's just that Qiao Yun likes to play, and Nan Jun is also willing to pamper her.

Before Nanjun had had his breakfast, the imperial decree from the palace arrived.

The emperor only said that he hadn't seen the young girl for a long time, and wanted her to enter the palace to accompany him, but he was sincere.

After Nan Jun tidied up, he got into the carriage and went straight to the palace.

And Lian Qing, who had been looking for an opportunity, finally got it!

Qiao Yun, if you don't let me have a better life, then don't even think about it.

"Master Lian, the master has entered the palace."

The servant hurried into the yard, and whispered in Lian Qing's ear.

"Are you sure?"

Lian Qing's eyes were wide open, and he asked excitedly.

"Yes, I think it's true, the aunt in the palace picked up the master herself."

Lian Qing was overjoyed, and casually took out a piece of silver from her purse and stuffed it into the waiter's hand.

"Hongliu, if Sister Jun marries me in the future, I will definitely not wrong you."

Lian Qing grasped the hand of the servant in front of him and thanked him with sincerity.

"Mr. Lian's words are serious. You are my master's savior. It is my honor to do anything for you."

Hongliu held the ingot of silver tightly, and said those flattering words to Lianqing as if her mouth had been smeared with honey.

Hongliu was originally a third-class servant in the mansion, and it was luck that he was assigned to serve the savior of the Eighth Prince's daughter. If the Eighth Prince's daughter married Mr. Lian in the future, and he became Mr. Lian's personal servant, he would be the servant of the mansion. My first-class waiter, with such a bright future waiting ahead, who can not be tempted?

"Go to the kitchen and say, I want to have crispy chicken for lunch, and I want them to prepare it in advance."

"Yes."

Hong Liu turned and left, while Lian Qing began to sit at the table and drink tea.

This chrysanthemum tea is a new tribute this year, and the emperor's beloved Eighth Prince specially ordered people to send more to the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Nan Jun ordered the housekeeper to divide the chrysanthemum tea into two and sent them to Wang Jun and his savior respectively. Lian Qing would drink this chrysanthemum tea every day, which had shown the eighth princess's love for him.

The servants in the mansion only thought that Wang Jun was not favored, so they all turned their ideas on Lian Qing, thinking that this son of the Lian family was more important than Wang Jun in the eyes of his master.

As a result, there were new things of life in the mansion, and the servants sent them to Lian Qing's courtyard without Nan Jun's silence.

The chrysanthemum tea was overheated, and it was paired with sesame dumplings exuding a strong fragrance, which made Lian Qing eat a big stomach and a round waist.

Lian Qing, who was belching, looked at the crispy chicken brought by the dining room, and couldn't help frowning, but when he thought of Nan Jun dancing swords with Qiao Yun in the back garden every day, Lian Qing regained his courage.

A whole crispy chicken was completely eaten by Lian Qing, and the waiter who came to clear the table couldn't help sighing secretly, Mr. Lian's appetite is too good today.

The sun outside the house was slowly setting, and Nan Jun, who had been depressed for a whole day, was released from the palace by the emperor.

Before Nan Jun jumped into the carriage returning to the mansion, the guards from the mansion rushed over.

"Master, it's not good, even the young master has been poisoned!"

The guard gasped and said that the steward ordered her to wait for the master at the gate of the palace, but luckily the master came out as soon as she arrived, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

"Poisoned? How could you be poisoned?"

Nan Jun's thin lips were tightly pursed, apparently in disbelief.

Isn't Lian Qing himself a superb medical skill? How can we not recognize what is poisonous and what is not poisonous? How could it still be poisoned?

Nan Jun didn't think that any of the servants of the Eighth Prince's Mansion would have the ability and courage to poison her savior.

"The subordinates don't know, but the steward only ordered the subordinates to inform the master quickly."

"How is the king?"

"Your Majesty, everything is fine."

The guard didn't understand why his master suddenly asked Wang Jun, but he still answered honestly.

"Hurry back to the palace."

Nan Jun turned around and got into the carriage, closing his eyes to think about the possible reasons why Lian Qing might be poisoned, but he had no clue.

Before the carriage came to a complete stop, the butler hurried up to greet him.

The housekeeper with a guilty face watched Nan Jun jump off the carriage, and couldn't help sobbing: "Master, this old slave is sorry for you, even the young master's matter... this old slave is guilty!"

Nan Jun pulled up the housekeeper who was about to kneel down, walked in without looking back, and asked as he walked, "Is there something wrong? Have you invited the imperial doctor? Have you found out why?"

"Master Lian has already fainted, and the imperial doctor is still inside. It is inconvenient for this old slave to go in, so I am waiting for you, master, at the door..."

The butler blamed himself, the Eighth Prince wanted her to serve Master Haolian, but she took care of him like this, that person is his master's savior!

"How is Wang Jun?"

Nan Jun was worried about Qiao Yun, so he asked the housekeeper again.

The butler was startled, and did not follow Nan Jun's train of thought, but still replied: "Your Majesty is fine, he has never come out in the yard, and the old servant did not dare to disturb him."

This Eighth Prince is not favored at all, the master has never even seen his room, so if something happened to the young master, how would she dare to go to the prince to tell him?

Nan Jun pursed his lips and went directly to Lian Qing's yard, his whole body exuding a cold air.

She hates seeing these dirty things in the backyard the most. Now there is only one master and one guest in the backyard of her Eighth Prince's Mansion, and these things happen every day, which is really annoying.

Thinking of Lian Qing sending her away on an excuse on the wedding day, Nan Jun's pace suddenly slowed down.

Since she brought Lian Qing back to the palace, although she didn't have much contact with him, she also knew a little about his temperament.

Such a scheming and medically skilled person, how could others harm him so easily?

What is he doing this time? Could it be that he felt that the Eight Princes' Mansion was not suitable for him to live in?

"The old minister pays respects to the Eighth Prince's Daughter, a thousand years ago."

The imperial doctor who was sitting at the table and prescribing medicine for Lian Qing saw the visitor hastily put down the pen in his hand, stood up and saluted.

"No need to be too polite, how is he?"

Nan Jun glanced at the pale Lian Qing lying there, then turned his head to look at the imperial doctor and asked.

"Back to the Eighth Prince's daughter, Mr. Lian is poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

"Exactly, vomiting and diarrhea to the point of fever and coma are caused by poisoning."

I thought it was another trick of Lian Qing trying to draw my attention, but I didn't think he was really poisoned.

But, this poison... who would have placed it?