Soon, the big bed slowly moved to one side, revealing a secret passage.
After everyone got out of the secret passage, the big bed slowly closed, leaving no trace of it having been moved.
The second, third and fourth branches of the Cui family knew nothing about what happened in Fushou Hall.
Half an incense stick later, the housekeeper came to the gate of the mansion as Cui Zhehan instructed, and told Wei Xiao, Su Yun and others that Madam Su had to stay for dinner and give the master of the house another diagnosis before leaving.
Wei Xiao and Su Yun had no doubts about this.
The Cui family is now trapped in a jar, and the Cui Mansion is surrounded by soldiers and officers. Master Su, the eldest son is very skilled and is protecting Xiao Lingyu, so they will be fine.
Su Yun asked Wei Xiao to stay and wait while he returned to the Meng Mansion to report the news.
When Meng Wei learned that they would have dinner at Cui's house before coming to pick them up, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.
He quickly arranged for the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and then started arranging for people to clean up a few rooms.
The Su family must stay at the Meng Mansion tonight no matter what!
"Second brother, third brother, Cui Zhehan looks very ill!"
Su Ningjie raised an eyebrow and said, "That night, so many rats were chasing and biting him. It would be strange if he wasn't seriously injured after being frightened one after another! If mother hadn't gone to treat him, he would have died without a doubt."
Xiao Xier: "I guess mother will cure Cui Zhehan about 60% to 70% this time. Tomorrow night we will sneak into Cui's house and poison him to make him mute!"
At this time, Su Ningwen handed over a piece of paper:
[I'll do it! I'll give him poisoned chicken soup, but where does the poison come from?]
This question stumped the three siblings.
Where do they get the harmful stuff?
They are all kind and lovely children!
Xiao Xi'er pondered for a moment. "That old man Cui Zhehan drank the poisoned chicken soup, so he's definitely dead. We want to silence him and let him feel the pain that Third Brother once went through. I'm thinking of pricking his neck with a silver needle. That should make him speechless. When Mother comes back, I'll ask her to tell us where to prick his throat so it won't hurt."
[Let me learn acupuncture from my mother. I want to do it myself.]
"good!"
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