Chapter 282 Poisoning

Although she said this, the Queen Mother looked at her, sighed leisurely, and waved: "Good child, come here."

Song Shi was slightly startled, stood up and walked forward.

The Queen Mother looked at her, turned around and took out a phoenix butterfly gilded silver hairpin from the side.

Song Shiwei bent down according to her gesture, and the Queen Mother inserted the hairpin into her hair.

"In this way, it can be regarded as adding a hairpin to your hair."

Song Shiwei's eyes were slightly red, and tears immediately flowed out. The Queen Mother

paused, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her tears: "Why are you crying, okay, go down to make perfume." "

The minister lost his composure," Song Shiwei choked: "The minister will go now."

She turned and left, her footsteps hurried.

The Queen Mother kept watching her figure disappear, and the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

She looked at the handkerchief in her hand and said in a cold tone: "It's easy to control," and then threw it away casually, as if throwing away something dirty.

Shuang Ning stood aside, saying nothing.

Besides, when Song Shiwei walked out of the hall, she wiped away all the tears in her eyes.

She walked to the corner, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and clenched her hands tighter and tighter. Did he think

he could coax her and buy her off in this way?

It was too simple to think.

Song Shiwei raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, put the hairpin back, walked out, and ordered the maid: "How much vanilla grass is left? Bring them all here."

...

The matter of Anle Hou framing Su Jijiu has many implications. Although he is the mastermind, he alone will not be able to succeed. The emperor secretly ordered He Yanting to investigate thoroughly, but the death date of Anle Hou remained unchanged.

Although the saying goes that a dying man's words are good, Marquis Anle obviously did not have such a high level of awareness, and he refused to cooperate when questioned.

He Yanting was too lazy to say more to him, and he never went back to the imperial prison after he came out.

Today is the day for Marquis Anle to be executed.

Beheading him would be too easy for him, and the emperor decided to cut him off from the waist.

When Marquis Anle was dragged to the execution ground, the road next to him was already full of people.

The casino was closed, and those who were controlled by Marquis Anle and his wife finally gained their freedom. Needless to say, they hated the instigator in their hearts.

The imperial prison was only a short distance from the execution ground, and the family of Marquis Anle was covered with vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and the stench was overwhelming.

It was fine at first, until they stood on the execution ground and knew clearly that they were about to face death. Their faces were all gray. Lu Yaozu looked at the hoe with a distorted expression, his legs trembling, and something flowed down his legs and dripped on the ground.

He was actually incontinent.

The people who were watching the execution pointed at him and laughed.

Lu Yaozu heard their laughter in his ears and looked at the fear of the hoe in his eyes. At this time, he even felt painful to breathe and his eyes were dizzy.

He Yanting was the chief executioner. Perhaps his fear of death had reached its peak. As soon as Anle Hou saw him, he started swearing at him with foul language that was hard to hear.

He Yanting was unmoved and waited for the time.

"Do you think you will have an easy life in the future? And Jiang Zhiyu, sooner or later, will end up like me..."

He Yanting raised his eyebrows slightly: "Execution."

The jailer next to him was stunned: "But the time..." It's not yet time.

He just said three words, He Yanting looked over, the jailer trembled slightly, swallowed the words he was about to say, and shouted: "Execution!"

The knife fell from their waists, they watched in horror as they were cut into two pieces, and watched themselves struggling in a pool of blood. It was unknown how long it took before they were completely lifeless.

The people watching the execution gradually dispersed, and suddenly a few wild dogs rushed out from nowhere, biting the corpse...

...

In the Dali Temple, Shi An looked at the Minister of Rites and sighed, "Sir, even if you come to me every day, I can't conjure up the murderer for you."

The Minister of Rites Gao Zhenjiang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick, "This is your duty. What do you mean you can't conjure up a murderer? What are you doing in the Dali Temple? It's been such a long time, and you can't even find a robber!"

Shi An put down the file in his hand, walked in front of him, and poured tea, "Sir, calm down. Shengjing is in a turbulent time now. Not to mention anything else, the person who killed Lu Daizong has not been found yet, right? Besides, isn't your son okay? He has no missing limbs, and not a single hair on his body has fallen off. You should be thankful."

Thinking of the scene of Gao Zilun running back, Shi An couldn't hide his smile.

"What do you mean?!" It would have been better if he didn't mention

it. As soon as he mentioned it, Gao Zhenjiang became even angrier: "What do you mean it's okay? Are you worried because my son hasn't come back?!" "Your Excellency has misunderstood. I don't mean that."

Gao Zhenjiang's chest rose and fell violently: "I think that's what you mean. Also, what were the guards who were on patrol that day doing? Seeing that the young master had no clothes on, didn't they know to put one on him? Who was on duty that day? Let him come to see me!"

"Sir, calm down. I don't know who was on duty that day. Besides, it's not their fault."

Gao Zhenjiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Shi An, for the sake of our colleagues, I don't want to say anything unpleasant."

Shi An smiled and said, "Of course, of course, I know what you mean, but I really don't know who was on duty that day. So, how about I go down and check and tell you later?"

Gao Zhenjiang snorted coldly, "I want to see him in one day, otherwise, don't blame me."

He left with a wave of his sleeves, and Shi An followed him for a few steps, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Sir..."

The attendant beside him came forward, and Shi An turned around and picked up the teacup on the table and swirled it.

"Why are you panicking? He's just a minister of rites. Do you really think you can do anything to me?" Shi An snorted. "Don't worry about him. If he comes again tomorrow, we can continue to entertain him. If he comes for a few more days, the emperor will have to take care of him."

"By the way, you should be smart and don't be tricked by him."

The guards nodded repeatedly.

Shi An snorted and spilled the remaining tea on the ground.

...

Two major events happened in the prime minister's residence today.

One thing is that Mrs. Du, who had been in the mansion for more than ten years, had no signs of pregnancy for more than ten years, but today the doctor suddenly diagnosed her with pregnancy. The

second thing is that the old lady suddenly fell ill and couldn't even get out of bed.

With one joy and one sorrow, Jiang Zhaorong returned to the mansion and went to the old lady's room first. Du Yuelan and Taohong were also in the old lady's room.

The doctor felt the pulse, and his brows wrinkled more and more.

"How is it?" Jiang Zhaorong asked.

"The old lady is old, and it has been cold recently. Maybe she caught a cold," the doctor said hesitantly, "but the pulse is erratic, it seems that she has been poisoned."

Poisoned!!!

Jiang Zhaorong frowned and looked around: "There are only a few people in the house who serve the old lady. If she is poisoned, it can only be you who did it."

Hearing this, the maids in the house all knelt down and confessed.

"Don't worry, Prime Minister. I checked the old lady's pulse and it seems more like a chronic poison. Bring me all the things that the old lady usually imports."