An Changqing slept directly until dawn. When the winter sun came in through the window screen and fell on his face, he woke up in an instant, sat up and asked, "Is An Changqi dead?"
Coincidentally, Xiao Zhige came in from outside after training his gun. Hearing that, his footsteps paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched strangely: "I died in the middle of the night last night."
An Changqing reacted, turned his head to look at him slowly, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you call me last night?"
"You fell asleep, it's not important." Xiao Zhige said.
An Changqing was accustomed to his concise words, and understood it on his own. Xiao Zhige should have thought that An Changqi's death was expected, and he didn't wake him up if he knew it sooner or later.
After thinking about it, An Changqing got up and changed his clothes, washed up under An Fu's service, and asked, "Should someone send a letter over there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Fugui came in with the servant who delivered the letter from the An family.
The little servant was wearing white linen around his waist, bowed his body and lowered his hands, and repeated the news that An Changqing knew.
An Changqi died at the beginning of last night. When the servant came to deliver the letter, his body was already in the burial. He stayed in the West Court for seven days, and asked the eminent monk to do things to wash away his grievances, and then he could be buried. Because it is an early death, and a violent death. Afraid of colliding with the old lady, the funeral will be kept simple. Only the closest relatives were invited to watch the ceremony and mourn.
An Changqing only said that he would go to the funeral, so he sent the servant back.
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There were still seven days left for the funeral. An Changqing made the calculations, but the illness of his biological mother could not drag on, so he arranged everything, and took Hu Zifei and Tiehu back to Anjia two days later.
This time, Anjia was different from the last time. I wonder if it was because of the sound of chanting and mourning music from the western courtyard that cast a cloud over the entire mansion. The servant girls in the past all lowered their eyebrows and looked down, or had sackcloth wrapped around their waists, or white flowers on their heads. Even the mother-in-law, Mrs. Li, who accompanied him, put on plain clothes, and his face was a little haggard.
On the way to Lanhong Garden, we happened to pass the hanging flower arch in the west courtyard. An Changqing glanced in, and saw a group of monks in the courtyard sitting cross-legged, shaking prayer flags in their hands, and chanting words in their mouths. Aunt Sun's temples were disheveled and her face was haggard as she knelt on the ground. 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 is too lazy to do any superficial work. At this moment, when his eyes meet, he only stops and nods to her.
Unexpectedly, Sun shi suddenly widened his eyes, suddenly got up from the ground, and rushed towards An Changqing frantically: "Bitch! You pay my son's life back!"
An Changqing's expression remained unchanged, standing in the same place, just two steps away from him, Sun Shi, who rushed towards him frantically, was caught by Iron Tiger's neck unexpectedly. Mrs. Sun was restrained and tried to struggle, but Tiehu was not someone who loved fragrance and jade. With a fierce look in his eyes, he kicked the corner of Mrs. Sun's leg with one kick, and said viciously, "When you see the princess, you must bow first!"
Sun shi was forced to kneel on the ground, but her expression was unwilling. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she glared at An Changqing fiercely: "You wait! You will be punished!"
An Changqing lowered her eyes, looked at her condescendingly, and sneered: "I didn't kill people, what kind of retribution can I suffer?"
"If it wasn't for you! How could my son die?!" Seeing his denial, Sun's eyes were splitting. If it wasn't for Tiehu's hold on her, she would definitely rush up to avenge her son with her own hands.
"I thought I had made it very clear last time. If it wasn't for me to plead with the prince, An Changqi wouldn't even have survived the last two days." An Changqing frowned slightly: "If I really wanted to kill him, Why take the risk of being blamed by the prince to plead for him?"
Sun shi gasped heavily, staring at him silently.
An Changqing touched the Pisces jade pendant on his waist, and continued: "There are many people in this world who have broken hands and feet but are still alive. An Chang is dead, so you should go to the doctor for theories. Besides... Maybe it is Others don't want him to live? After all, An Changqi's death won't do me any good."
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Sun shi suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean?"
Li shi glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said, "The doctor said that Chang Qi lost too much blood and died of serious injuries."
"What the doctor said may not be true." An Changqing looked at her with a half-smiling smile: "The doctor also said that Concubine Yu was ill. After doing it for so many years, the decoction has not stopped, and I have not seen Concubine Yu. It was better than a minute and a half, but it was even more serious..."
"So sometimes... the doctor's words may not be true." An Changqing turned to Sun's eyes: "Second Aunt said... Is it Li'er?"
A light flashed from Sun's red and swollen eyes, and his gaze glanced back and forth between the two of them for a moment. He staggered to his feet and then walked back. "
Li's heart skipped a beat, but she said calmly, "Princess's speculation is too absurd."
An Changqing answered meaningfully: "It's absurd, not absurd, just let Doctor Hu take a look."
Li Shi's fingers trembled slightly, her eyes swept over the maid next to her, and she quickly adjusted her expression and went to Lanhong Garden with An Changqing.
Lanhongyuan was as quiet and quiet as ever. The only difference is that the snow and weeds in front of the door have been cleaned up, 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 at the head, she first called her brother happily, and then saw Mrs. Li by her side, and immediately withdrew her expression, and called out "Mother" as loudly as a mosquito.
An Changqing patted her head soothingly and followed her in: "Is Concubine Yu okay? Where's Zhao Shi?"
An Xianyu replied: "The aunt is still the same, and Zhao Shi is behind her to decoct medicine for the aunt."
An Xianyu was a little embarrassed when she said it, this was originally her job. Except for the elderly nurse, Lanhongyuan has no other servants. The nanny is getting older again, and many things are actually done by An Xianyu. It wasn't until An Changqing left Zhao Shi behind that life got better. Not only those servants who came to sneer and ridicule every now and then disappeared, but even the monthly cases that were always deducted were delivered on time.
The house was warmed by the charcoal fire, and Concubine Yu's cough was relieved a lot, and she didn't have to work and had more time to read books.
An Changqing looked at the joy in the girl's brows and smiled, "Where is Auntie?"
Just as he was asking, a woman in a heavy cotton robe turned out from behind the screen. When the woman saw An Changqing, she subconsciously called out, "Hey, here." The third young master is here."
"Auntie, I invited Doctor Hu from the palace to see you." An Changqing stepped forward to help her sit down, and the mother and son looked at each other without saying a word.
After Hu Zifei called himself, he cleared his throat and stepped forward to greet him. Yu Shifu returned a salute, and just stretched out his wrist to let him feel the pulse.
Hu Zifei closed his eyes to diagnose the pulse, while An Changqing, Li Shi and others sat down beside him, waiting for the result.
According to the plan negotiated in advance, Hu Zifei pretended to check the pulse before opening his eyes and said solemnly: "Yu Concubine is poisoned. Show me the dregs of the decoction and medicine that I drink on weekdays."
An Changqing's face suddenly became solemn: "Poisoned? Why did Doctor Hu say this?"
Li Shi was also surprised and blurted out: "Impossible!"
She was too abrupt, and several pairs of eyes in the room suddenly looked at her.
"Mother is not a doctor, how do you know it's impossible?" An Changqing lowered her eyes and said coldly, "It's better to listen to what the doctor has to say."
Li also knew that her rebuttal just now was too abrupt, she squeezed the veil, she quickly calmed down, and said in a soft voice, "I mean, how could someone be poisoned in this prime minister's residence?"
"Is there any poison, you won't know if you test it?" An Changqing waved his hand and asked Tie Hu to fetch the dregs.
It happened that Zhao Shi had just decoctioned the medicine. Then he brought in the boiled medicine and the dregs. The house was filled with a strong aroma of medicine. Hu Zifei took a silver needle and tried it in the soup, but the silver needle turned black in just a moment.
Hu Zifei presented the silver needle: "Princess, look, it is indeed poisonous."
An Changqing's face was condensed, and her eyes turned to Li's: "How dare someone in the mansion be poisoned, this matter needs to be reported to the father and the old lady as soon as possible, and the real culprit is found out."
Li's eyes flickered, but he said righteously: "This matter must be investigated!"
After speaking, the group went to the main courtyard to find An Zhike and the old lady. An Changqing took a step behind to support Concubine Yu, caught a glimpse of Li Shi's stiff back, and commanded in a voice strong enough to make people hear: "Concubine Yu's herbs are all from Yu'er's hands, and now the herbs are poisonous, most of them are doctors and herbs. Something went wrong, Tie Hu, go with An Fu to catch the doctor and the pharmacy shopkeeper."
Li's back paused imperceptibly, and soon continued to move forward 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, just when she was in a bad mood, she was disturbed again, and saw the group of Wuyangyang holding their foreheads and said unhappily, "What happened again?!"
Li was about to step forward to answer, but An Changqing took the lead.
"Today, I asked Dr. Hu from the palace to diagnose and treat Concubine Yu. I didn't expect Dr. Hu to say that Concubine Yu was not sick, but was poisoned." After he said that, Zhao Shi waved a bowl of soup medicine and black silver needles. presented.
He went on to say: "Yu'er personally watches the decoction of the decoction every day, and there is no one else in Lanhongyuan. I guess there is a problem with the doctor or the medicinal materials, and I have already sent someone to Deren Hall to get it. "
The old lady's momentum weakened, and she frowned, "Did you make a mistake? Who will poison Concubine Yu?"
An Changqing's eyes turned cold, she looked at An Zhike, and said slowly, "I was just wondering, who... poisoned Concubine Yu."
An Zhike frowned, but never said a word.
After a while, the doctor who treated Concubine Yu and the shopkeeper of Deren Tang were brought up. An Changqing glanced at Mrs. Li, and as expected, there was one more maid next to Mrs. Li.
The corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and he looked blankly at the trembling doctor and shopkeeper, imitating Xiao Zhige's appearance and asked sharply, "The soup that Concubine Yu uses every day is poisonous, but is it related to you?"
The shopkeeper stared blankly, and after reacting, he cried and shouted injustice. Seeing this, the doctor also kowtowed immediately, and when he raised his head in panic, he met An Changqing's real eyes, then immediately lowered his head and glanced at Li Shi from the corner of his eye.
Mrs. Li was sitting upright, without looking sideways, with only her right hand inadvertently turning a string of bodhi beads on her wrist.