Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

Yongyi Hou thought that Geng Wangshu was playing tricks at first, but he didn't care. He kicked it a few times, and was surprised when he saw people not moving for a long time. He leaned over to observe and found that Geng Wangshu's lips were purple and his mouth was foaming.

That's terrible!

He hurried to call for someone. When the medical officer came, Geng Wangshu was completely dead. Checking his injuries, there were only two welts on his body.

No matter how you look at it, Geng Wangshu's death cannot be separated from him.

He couldn't argue, even if someone deliberately framed and planted, he had fallen into the trap.

Over the past few days, he has been worried about the safety of Qu Jinying, and always restrained his emotions. Today, he can't help crying.

"The eventful autumn, the eventful autumn!" Courageous Hou stomped his feet, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He became famous as a teenager, changed his writing to martial arts, and fought on the battlefield. He never expected to get to the current ending.

Wei Yansi grasped the key point: "Someone dared to kill imperial court criminals in the Clan Division!"

The Clan Division is in the Imperial City, and the murderer must be someone who can freely enter and exit the Imperial City Division. Both civil and military officials and minors are suspected, and it is not easy to investigate.

Ah. Wei Yansi sneered. Why bother to investigate? It is clear whose interests are threatened by the existence of Geng Wangshu.

"Be brave!" Wei Yansi's head still felt painful, and after a little thought, her temples twitched.

Qu Jinying looked distressed, and didn't want her to worry about it anymore. She touched her cool fingertips to the center of her eyebrows, rubbing away the wrinkles little by little.

She was more conscious than Wei Yansi. At first, she suspected that it was the work of Lu Chijing and King Yichuan. After calming down, she felt that these two people would not be so popular. After all, under the feet of the emperor, there is another Taishang, they should be Converge.

But apart from their party, who else can't get along with Geng Wangshu?

After thinking about it, she talked to Wei Yan about the doubts in her heart.

Wei Yansi: "The most urgent thing is to call Ya for an autopsy."

She came out too anxiously, leaving no words. It is estimated that at this moment, the Clan Secretary has sent someone to the Hall of Yangxin to report the matter, so she resisted the headache and went to the ground.

"Where are you going?" Qu Jinying worried about her body.

"I should go back to the palace."

Wei Yansi raised her hand to stop Chun Lai's movement, bent over and put on her shoes, and then took Qu Jinying's hand to her palm: "You are with your father in the Hou Mansion. Things are not easy. I know how to wait. Lord will be fine."

"You should rest a little longer before leaving."

"It's not a serious problem, don't worry too much. You will enter the palace as soon as the lucky day arrives next month. The days in the palace are not freer than outside. If you want to eat or play, just go."

"Alright," Qu Jinying said, "Don't always miss me, you can do things with peace of mind."

Wei Yansi took a deep look at her, her lips moved, and after all she said nothing, only to say goodbye to Yongyihou.

She felt that the carriage was too slow, so she borrowed two fast horses from the Hou Mansion and hurried back to the imperial city accompanied by Chunlai.

Outside the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, Feng He was waiting. He saw Wei Yansi coming from the end of the long street from a distance, and ran to her and said, "My lord of the Clan Division, if you have something to do, please see Long live."

He has been recuperating for the past few days, and today he feels a lot more refreshed, so he has come to get better value.

Wei Yansi remembered his injury, but the situation was urgent, and there was no time to greet him, so he just patted him on the arm, which counted as a greeting.

The reason why Master Clan Division asked to see was just as she expected. At the same time, she also submitted Geng Wangshu's post for an autopsy report. A few words made it clear that Geng Wangshu was poisoned and died.

As for the trauma, there are only two welts, one on the shoulder blade and the other on the waist and abdomen. Although the flesh is pulled away, it is not fatal.

"What poison?"

"Batra." The adult supported his limbs on the ground, and big beads of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose.

"...The name is interesting."

"This poison comes from the Western Regions, it is the pollen of the patula flower. This flower blooms for three years and produces three years and one fruit. It is very poisonous and very rare. It grows on the edge of a desert oasis. It was the poison that the princess Duanyang had in those days. "

Wei Yansi's eyes drenched, Princess Duanyang!

"Princess Duanyang was poisoned and died?"

"Yes, at that time... Long live you were still young."

Wei Yansi couldn't help but impatiently said: "How much do you know about the princess, let's talk about it one by one."

The adult suddenly trembled like sifting chaff: "What happened more than ten years ago, the old minister... can't remember well, dare not talk nonsense."

"Oh, remember Bai Tu Luo clearly."

"Only remember the Batra."

"Remember to talk as much as you want, I won't blame it."

"Long live forgiveness, the old minister's journey was bumpy, that year... he hadn't entered Beijing, but he was a seventh-rank officer of a county."

Went around for a long time, playing the piano to the cow. During these days when Wei Yansi was dealing with Dayan's political affairs, he gradually became aware of the reasons for the people's inability to live. It was not only the incompetence of the original owner, but also the secret peace of the court officials.

She paced to the door and closed her eyes tiredly. After a long time without moving, she glanced up and saw Yi Dongpo standing in the courtyard leading the royal dining room, reminding her that she should eat lunch.

After tossing and tossing, she didn't have the mind to eat, and ordered the adult to get up quickly and lead her to the clan department.

"Long live you can't go." Yi Dongpo played the nagging function of persuading you to think twice, "How filthy is the Clan Division——"

Wei Yansi robbed him of the white: "Why don't I personally send you to the Department of Penalty?"

Yi Dongpo couldn't stand the threat and changed his words: "The slave will lead you."

The clansmen are accustomed to imprisoning the children of the Zong clan, so the treatment of the prisoners is the best in the entire Dayan Dynasty. Others dare not guarantee that three meals a day are absolutely big fish and meat.

All of them were like human spirits, and they accurately figured out the holy intentions, and determined that Wei Yansi arranged for Geng Gengwangshu to enter the department of the clan. It was a thought to take more care of him.

They were stubborn and prepared to treat Geng Wangshu very diligently, hoping to get something from Geng Wangshu.

When people died, everyone was scared into little quails, and they were anxious. The atmosphere became tense, as if an invisible knife was placed on their necks, and Xiang Ren's head might be about to fall to the ground.

Until Wei Yansi's dazzling dragon robe appeared at the gate of the clan's chief, their hearts fell completely, and their hearts said they were doomed to escape.

Wei Yansi didn’t blame them. He only blamed himself for being too naive. The case of Geng Wangshu was not as simple as a food deficit. It involved the prime minister and the prince, then the party dispute, and faintly involved the princess Duanyang. Wait until the front is obscure.

Too many mysteries are intertwined, how can Geng Wangshu be safe.

She followed Master Clan's all the way to the backyard, where Geng Wangshu's body was parked in the shady penthouse.

The white cloth was covered with Geng Wangshu, and the cloth surface was damp and lightly yellowed, like a cold autumn, and like a dead leaf losing its vitality, just like Geng Wangshu’s short life.

Wei Yan felt sorrowful from it. Regardless of obstruction, she lifted the white cloth and stared at the face of Geng Wangshu. His correct facial features were close at hand, but he was confused and obsessed with it.

It can be regarded as...retribution.

Geng Wangshu paid his debts to the people of Dayan.

Wei Yansi still complained about the injustice for him. He was a graceful and rich young man. He was free and easy, comfortable and peaceful, unable to resist the will of God, suddenly met with misfortune, died tragically, and fell helplessly in the rivers and lakes, doing all the evil things in the world.

Too many sins have been committed, even if you go to hell, you will not be able to live beyond your life.

If there is a wise man governing the world, will he have a different life, peace and joy, and all kinds of leisure.

One day I met a girl I liked, married someone and gave birth to some beautiful dolls.

Wei Yansi's eyes were hot, tears filled with sadness.

She choked, unable to restrain herself for a long time, pinching a corner of the white cloth, and slowly covering Geng Wangshu's face.

There was a slight movement in the ear, following the reputation, it was Feng He standing at the door against the light.

There was water in her eyes, and she couldn't see Qing Fenghe's expression, and she twitched the corners of her lips with difficulty: "Thick burial."

Feng He said: "It's better to send him back to Yuzhou, hide in the clear pool of the Geng family, and be buried with his family."

By the clear pool...

Wei Yansi was in a trance. She remembered that she was in Geng's house that day. She held three incense sticks and prayed three times to the tombstones of Geng Wangshu's parents. At that time, the wind was blowing and it was desolate.

"……good."

Wei Yansi rubbed his wet eyes and looked up again, only anger and depression remained in his eyes.

She crossed Fenghe, over Yi Dongpo and Chunlai who were waiting in the backyard, and rushed out of the Clan Division, allowing them to shout behind her without stopping.

The pace is getting faster and faster, turning on the long street of the imperial city.

"Hurray, wait a little longer! Where are you going?" Yi Dongpo shouted desperately.

He was getting older, he would pant after walking two steps quickly, swiping the whisk desperately, and commanding the front guards to catch up quickly.

During the days when Feng He followed Wei Yansi out of the palace, he could understand Wei Yansi's temperament, eating soft but not hard, and revised Yi Dongpo's order to prevent the guards from following too closely for fear that Wei Yan would be anxious. Thinking, something big happened.

The guards were embarrassed and didn't know who to listen to. What's worse, in the chaos, they didn't keep an eye on people at the crossroads and lost Wei Yansi.

"A bunch of rice buckets!" Yi Dongpo screamed in pain, "Stupidly stupefied! Long live there is something wrong, you are all dead! Go look for it!"