The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

An Changqing slept directly until dawn. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com When the winter sun shines through the window screens and falls on his face, he wakes up instantly, sits up with a grunt, and asks, "Is An Changqi dead?"

It coincided that Xiao Zhige came in from outside after practicing the gun. He paused when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth twitched weirdly: "He died in the middle of the night last night."

An Changqing reacted and slowly turned to look at him, muttering dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't you call me last night?"

"You are asleep, it doesn't matter." Xiao Zhige said.

An Changqing has become accustomed to his concise words and understood it on his own. Xiao Zhige should feel that An Changqi's death was expected, and he did not wake him up until he knew it would be the same.

After thinking about it, An Changqing got up and changed her clothes, and then finished washing under Anfu's service, and asked, "Should I send someone over there to deliver the letter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Fugui came in with the little servant who delivered the letter from Anjia.

The little servant was tied with a white (color) linen cloth, bowed his hands, and repeated the news that An Changqing had known.

An Changqi did not exist at the beginning of his son last night. When the young man came to deliver the letter, his body had already been buried. He stayed in the west courtyard for seven days. Ask the monk to wash away his grievances before he was buried. Because it was an early death, it was another death. For fear of bumping into the old lady, everything in the funeral will be kept simple. Only the loved ones were invited to observe and mourn.

An Changqing only said that she would go to the funeral, so she sent the young man back.

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There were still seven days to go to the funeral, An Changqing had the final say, but the birth mother's illness could not continue to drag, so he arranged everything and took Hu Shifei and Tiehu back to An's home two days later.

The settlement this time is different from the last time. I don't know if it was because of the chanting and mourning from the West Courtyard that cast a cloud over the entire mansion. The maids in the past have lowered eyebrows and narrowed their eyes, or wrapped burlap around their waists, or had white flowers on their hairpins. Even Li's mother-in-law, who was accompanying him, put on plain clothes, and his face was a little haggard.

On the way to Lanhongyuan, it happened to pass the Weeping Flower Arch of the West Yard. An Changqing glanced in, and saw a group of monks sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, shaking the prayer flags, and muttering words. The aunt Sun's face (color) was distracted and knelt on the ground, and when she raised her head, her eyes met him.

When Sanchao returned to the door, he tore his face with the second room, and now he didn't bother to do superficial work anymore. At this moment, he just stopped and nodded to her.

Unexpectedly, Sun suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly got up from the ground, and rushed towards An Changqing frantically: "Bitch! You pay my son!"

An Changqing's face (color) remained unchanged, and just two steps away from him, the Sun clan who rushed towards him madly was unexpectedly pinched by Tiehu's neck. Sun was restrained and tried to struggle, but Tiehu was not a person who pityed jade, his eyes were fierce, and he kicked the corner of Sun's leg, and said viciously: "When you see the princess, you must salute first. !"

Sun was forced to kneel on the ground, but her expression was unwilling. Her eyes were bloodshot and she stared at An Changqing fiercely: "You wait! You will be retributed!"

An Changqing looked down, looked at her condescendingly, and sneered: "I am not the one who killed sha, so what can I do for me?"

"If it weren't for you! How could my son die?!" Seeing his denial, Sun's eyes were torn apart. If the Iron Tiger hadn't pressed her, she would definitely rush to avenge her son by herself.

"I thought I had made it very clear last time. If it hadn't been for me to plead with the prince, An Changqi would not even have the procrastination of these two days." An Changqing raised her brows slightly: "If I really want to (kill sha ) He, why bother to intercede for him at the risk of being blamed by the prince?"

Sun panting heavily, staring at him silently.

An Changqing (touched Mo) (touched Mo) the Pisces jade pendant around (touched Mo), and continued: "There are many people in this world who have broken hands and feet but are still alive. Changqing An is dead, you should go to the doctor for theory. That's right. Besides... Maybe other people don't want him to live? After all, An Changqi is dead, which is not good for me."

Sun suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean?"

On the edge, Li glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said, "The doctor said Chang Qi suffered too much blood loss and died of severe injuries."

"What the doctor said may not be true." Changqing An looked at her with a smile but a smile: "The doctor also said that Aunt Yu is ill. After doing so for so many years, the decoction has not been stopped, and she has not seen Aunt Yu. It’s a minute and a half, but it’s worse..."

"So sometimes... the doctor's words may not be true." An Changqing turned his gaze to the Sun family: "Second aunt said... Is it Li'er?"

A bright light burst out of Sun's red and swollen eyes, and he glanced back and forth between the two for a moment. He staggered and stood up and walked back, screaming like crazy as he walked, "Come here! Call me the emerald!" "

Li's heart jumped, but his face calmly said: "The concubine's speculation is really ridiculous."

An Changqing replied pointedly: "Absurd is not absurd, just let Doctor Hu go and see."

Li's fingers trembled slightly, his eyes faintly swept over the maid beside him, and then he adjusted his expression quickly, and went to Lan Hongyuan with An Changqing.

Lanhongyuan is as deserted and quiet as ever. The only difference is that the falling snow and weeds in front of the door have been cleaned (gan), and when you enter the yard, you can feel the warmth coming from the house.

The people in the room heard the movement and quickly opened the door. When An Xianyu saw An Changqing who was in the lead, he first called his brother happily, and then when he saw Li on his side, he immediately condensed his facial expressions. The sound was like a mosquito yelling "Mother."

An Changqing comforted (touched Mo) (touched Mo) her head, and followed her in: "Aunt Yu is okay? Where is Zhao Shi?"

An Xianyu replied: "My auntie is still the same, Zhao Shi is decocting medicine for her auntie behind."

An Xianyu was a little embarrassed when she said that, this was originally her job. Lan Hongyuan has no other servants except the elderly (Milk Nai) mother. (奶Nai) Niang is getting older, and An Xianyu is actually doing a lot of things. It wasn't until An Changqing left Zhao Shi that life became better. Not only the people who came to ridicule and ridicule from time to time have disappeared, but even the monthly cases that are always detained are also delivered on time.

The room was warmed by charcoal fire, and Aunt Yu's cough was relieved a lot, and she didn't have to do (gan) work, and she had more time to read.

An Changqing looked at the joy between the young (female nu)'s eyebrows, and followed (exposed) a smile: "Where is the aunt?"

As I was asking, a woman wearing a heavy cotton robe turned out from behind the screen. When the woman saw An Changqing, she subconsciously called "Hey here". Halfway through her call, she saw the Li next to her, and quickly changed her words: "...San Young Master coming."

"Auntie, I have invited Doctor Hu from the palace to see you." An Changqing stepped forward to help her sit down, the mother and son looked at each other, everything was silent.

When Hu Shifei called himself, he cleared his throat and stepped forward to bow. Yu Shifu gave a salute before extending his wrist to let him get his pulse.

Hu Shifei closed his eyes to check the pulse, while An Changqing and Li Shi and others sat on the side and waited for the results.

According to the pre-discussed plan, Hu Shifei pretended to examine the pulse, then opened his eyes, and said solemnly: "Yu Auntie, this is poisoned. Bring me the dregs of decoction and medicine that I drank on weekdays."

An Changqing's face (color) suddenly became solemn: "Poisoned? Why did Doctor Hu say this?"

Li was also taken aback, and said: "Impossible!"

She behaved too abruptly, and several eyes in the room immediately looked at her.

"My mother is not a doctor, how can I know that it's impossible?" An Changqing looked down and said coldly: "It's better to listen to what the doctor says."

Li also knew that her rebuttal was too abrupt, and she squeezed her veil, she quickly calmed down, and whispered softly, "I mean, how could anyone in this Xiang's mansion be poisoned?"

"Is there any poison? You will know after a test?" An Changqing waved his hand and asked Tiehu to fetch the medicine dregs.

It happened that Zhao Shigang decocted the medicine. Then he brought in the boiled medicine and medicine dregs. The room was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, and Hu Shifei took a silver needle and tried it in the decoction, but the silver needle was black for a moment.

Hu Shifei presented the silver needle: "Look, Wang Hao, it is indeed poisonous."

An Changqing's face (color) was condensed, and his gaze turned to Li's Shen Shen: "There was someone in the mansion who dared to poison him. It is necessary to tell his father and the old lady as soon as possible to find out the real culprit."

Li's eyes flashed, but his face was awe-inspiring: "This matter must be investigated!"

After speaking, the group went to the main courtyard to find An Zhike and the old lady. An Changqing supported Auntie Yu one step behind, and saw Li's stiff back, and said with a voice that was audible enough: "Auntie Yu's decoction is all Yu'er's hands. Now the decoction is poisonous. Most of them are doctors and doctors. There is something wrong with the medicinal materials, Tiehu, you follow An Fu to catch the doctor and the medicine shop treasurer."

Li's back halted imperceptibly, and soon moved on without a trace.

When they arrived at the main courtyard, An Zhike and the old lady were invited over. The old lady just lost a grandson. It was when she was in a bad mood, she was shocked again. He saw this ebony group of people holding on to his forehead and said displeasedly: "What happened again?!"

Li was about to come forward to reply, but An Changqing took the lead.

"Today, Dr. Hu from the palace was invited to treat Aunt Yu, but he didn't expect that Doctor Hu said Aunt Yu was not sick, but was poisoned." After he waved, Zhao Shi put a bowl of soup medicine and black silver needles. Submitted.

He went on to say: "Yu'er personally looks at the decoctions every day, and there is no other person in Lan Hongyuan. I guess there is a problem with the doctor or the medicinal materials, and someone has been asked to go to Derentang to get someone. "

The old prince weakened and frowned, "Is it a mistake? Who will poison Aunt Yu?"

An Changqing's eyes were cold, she looked at An Zhike, and said slowly: "I also want to know who...will poison Aunt Yu."

An Zhike frowned, but never said a word.

After a while, the doctor and Derentang shopkeeper who treated Aunty Yu were brought up. An Changqing glanced at Li, and as expected, there was one more maid next to Li without knowing it.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the trembling doctor and shopkeeper blankly, and sternly questioned like Xiao Zhige: "The soup that Aunt Yu uses every day is poisonous, but is it related to you?"

The shopkeeper stared blankly, and cried repeatedly after reacting. Seeing this, the doctor squatted his head quickly, and when he raised his head in a panic, he looked at An Changqing with a substantive gaze, and immediately lowered his head again, using his left light to glance at Li.

Li sits in a precarious manner, without squinting, only his right hand inadvertently turns a string of Bodhi beads on his wrist.

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