After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 50 Why don’t you use the poison?

Song Jiuxi's mind calmed down. Yan Shubai placed a snack in front of her eyes, but she didn't even see it.

Yan Shubai was about to call her when suddenly the Holy Sage said: "There is a unique kind of pigeon raised here in the other courtyard, and the soup tastes particularly delicious. Shubai, you can try it later. If you like it, I will ask the imperial doctor to add some medicinal materials to it.

Take good care of your body."

Yan Shubai was stunned for a moment, then said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Soon the palace maid brought the pigeon soup. The pigeons seemed to be very rare. They were served in small copper cups, and each family only had one.

The Holy Emperor waved his hand and said, "Give this cup of mine to Shubai as well."

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't get over it. A look of displeasure flashed across the queen's face. The prince was also sitting below, and the emperor didn't ask a word. At this moment, the emperor became concerned about Yan Shubai again.

Sheng En said that the people in Duke Yan's mansion would be very happy, but all of them looked very ugly. Duke Yan lowered his eyes and never looked here.

The pigeon soup was placed in front of Yan Shubai, and Yan Shubai brought one of the cups to Song Jiuxi openly. "Madam, try it too. If it tastes good, we will take a few back with you when we leave."

Yan Shubai's words made everyone angry. They couldn't get anything to drink, but Yan Shubai even wanted to take away the food.

But when Yan Shubai said this, the Holy Master didn't say anything, and no one else dared to say anything.

Song Jiuxi picked up the spoon and stirred it, then took a sip. Her beautiful eyes lit up slightly and she said, "It's indeed very fresh."

Yan Shubai smiled and said, "Then I'll ask Luo Feng to catch a few of them, and we'll take them back to our house to eat."

Song Jiuxi nodded, it would be free to take such delicious food. Since he is already jealous, why not make others jealous again.

Yan Shubai also smiled and picked up the soup. Song Jiuxi frowned and suddenly pressed his hand and said, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Yan Shubai was stunned.

"This soup..." Song Jiuxi lowered her head and smelled the soup cup. She didn't smell any strange smell. Could it be that what she smelled just now was an illusion?

Song Jiuxi shook her head. Maybe she knew something would happen to Yan Shubai on the Hua Chao Festival, so she kept worrying about it and was too sensitive.

Besides, everyone else drank. She also drank just now, so she should be fine.

"My wife is paying more and more attention to me now." Yan Shubai raised her thin lips and said.

Song Jiuxi rolled her eyes at him. She was about to lower her head and continue drinking the soup when she suddenly smelled the faint pungent smell again. Song Jiuxi suddenly brought the cup of soup in front of Yan Shubai to her.

Bai's face suddenly darkened.

"Is there something wrong with the soup? Did you feel any discomfort after drinking it just now?"

Song Jiuxi shook his head and said: "There is no problem with my cup, the problem lies with your cup."

Song Jiuxi lowered his head and smelled it again. He might not be able to smell it at first, but Song Jiuxi stirred it with a spoon, and the faint pungent smell came out slightly.

Song Jiuxi's face turned cold and said: "There is Qianchangcao in this soup."

Thousand-gallon grass is a kind of heart-breaking poison. Because its taste is very light, it is rarely noticed even if it is placed in food. Moreover, the poison of thousand-leaf grass is not detectable by silverware, so the silver spoon will not change color at all.

Song Jiuxi asked: "Was this cup a gift from the Holy One to you, or was it originally given to you?"

"It was originally served to me." Yan Shu's white eyebrows were cold and his eyes were cold. "Someone wants my life."

He dared to take action at a royal banquet. This person's status was not low, and he must be able to interfere with people like the royal chef and palace maids.

Now that Qiangucao came out, Song Jiuxi breathed a sigh of relief. At least she knew how Yan Shubai died in the previous life.

Song Jiuxi asked in a low voice: "Who do you think it will be?"

If Yan Shubai is not dead, the murderer behind it must be caught.

Yan Shubai raised his eyebrows and said, "My lady seems to have guessed it too."

Song Jiuxi wet her fingers with water and wrote the word "Tai" on the table.

Yan Shubai asked in surprise: "Why didn't you guess it was Prince Duan? After all, the Jinyi Guards Beizhen Fusi who guarded the safety of the other courtyard was from the Xiao family."

"What a coincidence." Song Jiuxi said.

Once Yan Shubai is poisoned to death, if one investigates Beizhen Fusi, it will be hard to escape the blame, so King Duan will be the biggest suspect.

With His Majesty's favor for Yan Shubai, King Duan is likely to be angered.

All this is just like what Song Jiuxi said, it's such a coincidence.

Because the prince had no military power, he seemed too clean.

Song Jiuxi raised his eyes and looked at the Crown Prince and Prince Duan across from him. Their expressions were as usual, and there was nothing strange about them.

Song Jiuxi suddenly said: "How about... you use the poison?"

Yan Shubai wanted to smile and said: "My lady really doesn't feel sorry for me at all."

Song Jiuxi: "..." Here we go again!

After laughing, Yan Shubai and Song Jiuxi looked at each other, and the two of them smiled tacitly. Then Yan Shubai's body suddenly trembled, his lips turned pale instantly, and he fell down.

"Husband!" Song Jiuxi exclaimed, "Someone, save my husband!"

"What's going on?" The Holy Emperor suddenly stood up and strode down. Others also stood up, and the banquet suddenly became chaotic.

Song Jiuxi cried and said, "Your Majesty, my husband is poisoned. Please let the imperial doctor come and save him."

"Why are you still standing there? Call the imperial doctor!" The Holy Sage was furious and scolded him immediately.

Song Jiuxi lay paralyzed on the ground holding Yan Shubai's head. She seemed to be genuinely scared and sad, and her thin shoulders were shaking slightly.

Yan Shubai's hand hanging on Song Jiuxi's waist suddenly pinched Song Jiuxi's thin waist where no one else could see it.

Song Jiuxi, who almost showed a flaw: "..."

The imperial doctor was hurriedly pulled over, shaking his legs and threw himself on the ground to check Yan Shubai's pulse, and then looked at his eyes and tongue.

"Your Majesty, General Ming is poisoned by Qishuangxue in his body."

The Holy One said angrily: "Why don't you cure it as soon as possible?"

The imperial doctor said hesitantly: "This..." No one can solve Qishangxue, and they, the imperial doctors, can't do anything.

"Trash!" The Holy Emperor was furious and kicked the imperial doctor in the chest, knocking the doctor to the ground, and then shouted angrily, "Send the doctor back to the room quickly and get the best medicine."

Yan Shubai was carried away by the Jin Yiwei, and the Holy Master followed behind worriedly. Song Jiuxi also followed out crying.

Everyone looked at this chaos with blank expressions. The queen had a cold face. The emperor lost his mind when he encountered Yan Shubai's matter. At this time, there are so many people here and they don't care.

The queen said: "Let's all disperse."

The banquet can no longer go on at this point, so everyone can only disperse.

In the chaos, a young eunuch walked past where Yan Shubai and Song Jiuxi were and took the bowl of pigeon soup on the table that Yan Shubai had not drunk.

The two imperial doctors in the room were kneeling on the ground fearfully, and the Holy Master next to them was walking around worriedly.

Song Jiuxi finished feeding a bowl of medicine, wiped Yan Shubai's mouth, and then stood up.

The Holy Master hurriedly asked: "How are you doing? Are you feeling better?"

Song Jiuxi said: "My husband is still not awake."

(End of chapter)