Forensic Poison Concubine

"Dier, we won't change beds. We'll all sleep together in the future." Jun Zi Lin sighs, eyes slightly acid, quickly back to the body to look out.

Then the master and servant cleaned up the yard for a while, and Jun Zilin sat down on the dusty steps in front of the door, chin in one hand, half squinting for her future.

She was a forensic doctor in her previous life, which is the origin of ancient Wuzuo.

Obviously, Zhang Shizi has an affair with Fu lingcui. After they have been together for some time, they can't ask for Jun Zilin any more. So this marriage will be terminated sooner or later.

Jun Zilin is worried about her future.

On the way here, Zhang Shizi falsely accused her of having an affair with the assassin, trying to destroy her reputation and cut off her life at the same time.

Compared with life, junzilin doesn't care about fame and integrity. But Zhang Shizi's Secret enmity, she is married.

Although she doesn't want to offend Zhang Ruiyuan, it doesn't mean that the other party doesn't find fault with her. Fu Ling Cui didn't take her as an eyesore.

Then Jun Zilin thought, if there is a way to get out of the present cage and hide one's name, it would be good to be a Wuzuo in ancient times. At least we can survive this life. Anyway, she's in her old business, and she's sure to make a living.

But the question is, how is she going to leave? How can we make everyone stop looking for her, and she can live safely in this world?

Feign death!

These two words instantly float out in Jun Zi Lin's head.

"Miss, it's getting dark. I'll get some rice. You'll have a good rest here." Xiao die said.

Jun Zilin sat on the steps thinking about how long, Xiao die looked at her for how long. It's just that miss is so fascinated that Xiao die hears her belly cry.

Because I've been sitting too long and the ground is icy. Xiaodie put the cotton cushion made in this afternoon on the bottom of the young lady's buttocks, so she can go out at ease.

The butterfly thinks that fazilin will soon die.

First of all, you can't let Xiaodie know. After you get away, you can find a way to pick Xiaodie up.

But this way

Little butterfly out of the courtyard, then ran to the front of the bustling house, want to go to the kitchen to get some food for miss. A few years ago, the mother of the prime minister's office would come to deliver food for the young lady, but it has never happened in recent years. Sometimes she can't get food. When I first came here, there was a small kitchen in the lady's yard.

She ran fast for fear of starving miss.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly sees a white robe coming into her eyes. Xiaodiexin nods and looks up. She looks at Shangzhang Shizi's cold and heartless eyes.

Xiaodie is stunned. Where is Shizi going? Now this place has passed the courtyard of the eldest lady. Does the son want to go to his own lady?

Who knows little butterfly just want to go, from Zhang Ruiyuan's behind, suddenly appear big young lady's graceful figure.

At the sight of Diexing, Miss Fu Ling leaned over and took a big breath.

"Is Jun Zilin back?" Fu Ling Cui caresses her nails and her long eyelashes carelessly. Her beautiful eyes are full of heart and bone!

Hearing this, Xiao die immediately glances at Fu lingcui, and several ferocious mothers follow her. She shook her head violently and called back, "my lady hasn't come back yet! She must be playing outside. I'll find her for you. "

"Stop her."

Fu Ling Cui's lips let out three light words, and then a powerful and fierce mammy came up and stopped Xiao die.

Fu Ling Cui said to Zhang Ruiyuan, "brother Rui, Mao Lu of the porter just said that Jun Zilin is back. She was the one who hit the hole in Maolu's head. This girl is getting crazy. "

Zhang Ruiyuan's erect and slender body is like a cold mountain. His lips pursed in a shape, and a word burst out: "go!"

All of a sudden, a group of people went directly to Jun Zilin's courtyard.

"Miss, miss is not here. It's Maolu who lied. He lied to you on purpose." Xiao die stomps and screams behind her. The mammy pinches her weak wrist to stop her from catching up.

"Woo woo Miss, run away, run away Shizi is going to kill you Xiaodie tears, Zhang Shizi's appearance, it is like killing people in general, she knows miss will suffer.

The mammy behind gave a sneer and pulled her to the front yard. "Come on, you!"

"What are you doing?" Little butterfly couldn't get away, so she could only stay in the same place, but this Mammy was so powerful that she dragged people out directly.

"Mao Lu wanted to find a second wife. She just looked at you. The eldest lady decided to give you to him." Mammy ran and dragged people across the front yard to the porter.

Maolu, with a fat face, salivated and ran over. He took Xiaodie in his arms and gave granny Qin a flattering smile. "Niang, it's very kind of you to send me the person."

"I said to you, how can I not make you happy. Well, let her be pregnant this autumn. Our family is short of children. Your rooms are not competitive, and you didn't give birth to a fat boy for me! " With disgust on her face, mother Qin glanced at the butterfly, "if this girl comes out again, kill her directly!""Ah, ah. My son must be proud to let Xiaodie give you a grandson! " Mao Lu nodded his head and his eyes were bent with joy.

Xiaodie took the chance and threw one ear of melon seeds on youmaolu's face. She was so angry that she screamed, "just because you're pickling things, you want to touch my girl! Do your spring and autumn dream, release it for me

"Ah, you little bitch, you dare to beat your Laozi. You owe me a beating!"

Mao Lu's face immediately became red and swollen. He did not take breath and slapped Xiao die with a big palm like a fan. Mammy Qin was watching, only gazing coldly and silent.

At this time, the porter of the prime minister's house suddenly welcomed a distinguished guest.

Before Mao Lu's slap fell, the two wheeled chair of the distinguished guest jumped up to the door of the prime minister's mansion and fell to the door with a click. And then, the man's voice is really a little higher

A few people in the door of the mansion, hearing the noise, looked back.

But I saw a man in a gold rimmed black robe sitting on a wooden wheelchair. His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his temples were like knife cuts, and his ink eyes were as deep as a cold pool.

Even if he only sat on the chair representing the disability, the natural and compelling momentum still made people dare not look directly at him.

Mao Lu was stunned and forgot to slap him. Mammy Qin can't get back to God. She has been in the inner house for a long time. I don't know who this is! How dare you blame the high threshold of the prime minister's residence? Is he too busy to find himself!