A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

"Your Majesty, my empress, this slave is unjustly accused!" Xiaolan immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed wildly, "This slave is only responsible for serving tea and water, how can I have any chance to do anything!"

"I remember that Concubine Shu's eighth prince is over a year old, right?" Ning Cairen, who was standing next to him, made a cool stab.

"Your Majesty clearly knows that I have absolutely no intention of harming my sister!" Concubine Shen Shu knelt down in a hurry, "And I am not responsible for this palace banquet. How could I make such a thorough layout? Someone must be there. Framing my concubine!

This Xiaolan was just assigned to Rouyi Palace last month. Who knows where she came from before? "

"Your Majesty, I remember that Xiao Lan once worked in Yuzhaorong Palace." Ruan Lu suddenly said.

Yu Zhaorong's expression changed: "So what, we are no longer in Guanju Palace, can I still reach out to other palaces?"

Xiaolan, I remember that you and Hua Meiren are fellow villagers. Are you trying to help her get revenge?

Why are you so confused? If you plot to kill the emperor and his concubines, what will your parents and younger brother do? "

Xiaolan shivered and looked gloomy.

Now all the fingers are pointed at her, and Yu Zhaorong has just been threatening the lives of her family in every word.

She is indeed Yu Zhaorong's person, and it was Yu Zhaorong who asked her to do things.

But Yu Zhaorong had told her before that these medicines could only cause the fetus to become deformed and would not harm the child's life.

Even if the child was born abnormal, it has been so long and there is no way to verify what they did.

Who could have imagined that Concubine Sheng actually died, and her child was gone: "It was done by this servant alone, it has nothing to do with Concubine Shu and Yu Zhaorong."

"Flower Beauty is dead, can't we confront her?" Concubine Shen Shu frowned.

For the current plan, it is most appropriate to give this blame to the dead.

Xiaolan said tremblingly: "This slave is indeed poisoned because she hates the imperial concubine for what happened to Hua Meiren."

"You brave slave, drag him out and behead him!" the emperor was furious.

"Your Majesty, wait a minute. I dare to ask, where is the hometown of Hua Meiren?" Song Qiran asked.

Yu Zhaorong thought for a while: "It should be Jingzhou."

Song Qiran said, "There is indeed a medicine in the imperial concubine's body produced in Jingzhou. It is a flower called Butterfly Tears. It is white in color but has the effect of slipping.

Miss Lan is from Jingzhou, so she should know this kind of flower, right? "

Xiaolan nodded: "Indeed."

Song Qiran smiled: "Your Majesty, this matter has nothing to do with Hua Meiren, and Miss Lan is not from Jingzhou."

Everyone in Jingzhou should know that butterfly tears are red. Wei Chen said that they are all white, so Miss Lan believed them. She must not be from Jingzhou. "

"No, I remembered it wrongly. Butterfly tears are red!" Xiaolan immediately changed her mind.

"You are wrong again. There are no Butterfly Tears in Jingzhou." Song Qiran shook his head, "Yu Zhaorong, you just said that Xiaolan and Hua Meiren are fellow villagers. Why?"

Yu Zhaorong broke out in a cold sweat: "I remember it wrong."

"Oh, really?" Song Qiran looked at her with gentle eyes until Yu Zhaorong trembled at the sight.

"You Yu Zhaorong, how dare you do such a dirty thing!" The emperor stepped forward and knocked Yu Zhaorong to the ground with a slap.

"Your Majesty, I have one more thing to say." Song Qiran continued, "There may be something fishy about Concubine Sheng's death."

"Oh, how do you say this?" The emperor frowned.

Song Qiran said: "Although these medicines are not good for the imperial concubine, they will not kill two people. However, it is not impossible if the imperial concubine's body is weak."

"Then let's check whether there is any dirt in the Jade Hall." The emperor said.

All the more prestigious imperial doctors from the Royal Hospital were called, and they turned the Yuhe Palace upside down.

During this period, Yu Zhaorong watched all this with fear. If she could find something unclean, she might be given a lighter punishment.

As a result, the imperial doctors shook their heads after the examination.

But Sheng Zhiyu felt that the real murderer was definitely not Yu Zhaorong.

"Yu Zhaorong, do you know your guilt?" The emperor's cold voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, I want to see those pots of plants!" Sheng Zhiyu suddenly said.

The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at the pink lilies on the window sill: "These lilies were given to the noble concubine by me."

Sheng Zhiyu approached the lilies and said, "There is definitely nothing wrong with the things your Majesty gave you, but it does not prevent them from being tampered with in the future."

"Miss Sheng, we have checked just now and there is nothing wrong with these flowers." An imperial doctor said.

Sheng Zhiyu shook his head: "There are uneven spots on these leaves. According to common sense, flowers that have been carefully taken care of should not be like this. Since there is no problem with the flowers, could the problem be in the soil?"

Song Qiran took a step forward: "Your Majesty, please let me check the soil."

"That's right." The emperor's eyes were as deep as the sea.

Song Qiran poured out the soil and checked it carefully: "Sure enough, there are winter sunflower seeds, raw southern stars, safflower...

These are nothing on their own, but together they are much more powerful than the things soaked in the imperial concubine's dishes, and can cause damage to the mother's body. They should be the real culprit that caused the imperial concubine's death and two deaths. "

The emperor's face became increasingly ugly: "Who handled this soil?"

"Your Majesty, atonement, these soils were brought into the Jade Harmony Palace by slaves personally, but there was absolutely no problem with the soil at that time." Eunuch Li, who was in charge of the palace, hurriedly knelt down.

"Father, please think carefully. Did you meet anyone on the way here? Maybe Tu was replaced by someone at that time." Sheng Zhiyu reminded.

Eunuch Li thought for a while and slapped his thigh: "By the way, when I was delivering the soil, I was hit by Miss Xin'er from Ruyi Palace, and the soil was scattered all over the floor."

"Ruyi Palace?" The emperor's eyes turned to a beauty in palace attire in the crowd, "Xigui concubine, you are in charge of this Ruyi Palace, and this Xin'er is also a maid in your palace."

Xigui concubine did not expect that she would be involved, so she also knelt down.

Suddenly, many people in the room knelt down. No one expected that the death of the imperial concubine would involve so many people.

"I always thought you were a talented woman who was independent of the world, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious!" the emperor said in disgust.

"Your Majesty, I am not a concubine, I really am not a concubine!" Concubine Xigui struggled, "You have heard the poems written by me, and you should understand my concubine, Your Majesty!"

The emperor's eyes were hesitant.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor also said just now that only those who have done research on these things know how to use them."

Sheng Zhiyu said,

"My daughter is thinking that since Concubine Xi is a talented woman, there must be many books in the palace, and she must be involved in these things."

"Check! Go to Ruyi Palace to check carefully!" the emperor said.

A large number of guards went to Ruyi Palace and soon brought back a book and handed it to the emperor.