Charm King Poison Queen

  Chapter 1108 Teaming up with Sikong to tear off the candle dragon (8)

  The imperial concubine supported him: "Don't drink, my concubine will help you to rest in the bedroom."

   "I still want to drink!" The emperor said drunkenly.

  Sikong Shuo got up and said softly: "Your Majesty, I will drink with you again in another day. I am too strong to drink, and my eyes are already staring."

   "Haha! Aiqing is so weak!" The emperor smiled, and was helped up by the imperial concubine. He was going back to the bedroom, but he was so drunk that he couldn't sit still in the sedan chair, so he had to rest in the side hall first.

  King Gong thought to himself, it would be better if the emperor was drunk, so that he would not pretend to be drunk and go to the wing to catch the rape. The thought flashed, and Prince Gong said to Princess Deqing: "Deqing, the emperor seems to be very drunk, let's go and have a look."

   "You are still considerate, I didn't expect it." Princess Deqing smiled and took his arm, and went to the side hall under the envious gaze of everyone.

  Zhulong knew that this was the rhythm of catching prostitutes, and he had no reason not to watch the excitement, but when he finished his last sip of wine and was about to witness Rong Qing's **** of the maid, his throat was suddenly blocked by something.

  He pressed his throat, his chest was very tight, his complexion turned pale, and then from white to purple.

  The accompanying guards were frightened, they held his arm and said, "My lord! What's wrong with you, my lord?"

  Zhulong's throat was completely suffocated, and he couldn't breathe, let alone speak. He stared straight at his eyes, straightened his arms, and trembled with pain and difficulty.

  Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. Qiqi looked at Zhulong. His face was black and his complexion was purple. Could it be...poisoned?

   Coincidentally, the emperor and the imperial concubine went to sober up, and Princess Deqing and Prince Gong went to visit them again. There was no one who could uphold justice at the scene. Everyone set their eyes on Zhongchang Shi, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, as if expecting him to give a reasonable solution.

   "Master Zhongchang, what happened to my lord? Why was he poisoned?" the guard asked anxiously.

Sikong Shuo glanced coldly: "Who said your lord was poisoned? He didn't eat a mouthful, but drank some wine, and this seat, the emperor, His Highness the Princess, and His Highness Prince Gong all drank the wine. None of us were poisoned, so why did your lord get poisoned?"

  Sikong Shuo took out the silver needle and tried it in the wine and candle dragon's cup: "See? It's non-toxic."

   "Then why is my lord doing this?" The guard was so anxious that he was ordered to come here. If Zhulong's life was gone, he wouldn't be able to live until tomorrow.

  Sikong Shuo unhurriedly pinched Zhulong's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse. But Zhulong finally caught his breath, and shook off his hand: "I'm fine! I've drunk too much, I'll go to Gongfang!"

  Zhulong stumbled away.

  Looking at the back of Zhulong who wanted to run away, Ning Yue slowly raised her lips. Of course, she couldn't poison Zhulong at the banquet. If she was found out, she couldn't eat it and walk around. Besides, there is the same life Gu in Zhulong's body, and ordinary poisons can't do anything to him at all. The reason why Zhulong was able to harm him like this is all thanks to the information provided by Xiao Su. Of course, I also have to thank Sikong Shuo. Silently pouring things into Zhulong's wine, Zhulong couldn't be tricked.

  Ning Yue caught up with Zhulong.

  After running out of the Chongming Hall, Zhulong leaned helplessly against the tree, holding onto the tree, and coughed one after another.

   "Hey, Master Zhulong, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to call for a doctor?"

  Ning Yue's sullen voice suddenly sounded behind him, Zhulong's heart trembled instinctively, and he turned his head to look at her. At this time, his fairly upright face was gradually distorted due to the illness.

  (end of this chapter)