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Chapter 195 The peach blossoms shine brightly

Chu Yao's eyes suddenly became sharp: "With such obvious evidence, would I be stupid enough to hand it over?"

He knew that these people had always thought that he was a martial artist and not smart enough. However, compared to Chu Yan, who had been taught by Master Zhuang since childhood, and Chu Yi, who had his mother carefully paving the way for him, he was indeed not good enough.

He truly has nothing and can only rely on himself.

But this doesn't mean that he will be so stupid. Let's leave some clues for others to catch him.

"Father, I also believe that the emperor will not leave such obvious clues. Why don't we conduct a thorough investigation and clear the emperor's name."

Chu Yi stood up to plead for Chu Yao. He really didn't expect that Chu Yan could escape with luck, but so what. There was no cure for Ruo Meng Fu Sheng. Fortunately, he listened to his mother and concubine and did not underestimate the enemy. He had a plan for everything. .

When Chu Yao suffered the catastrophic disaster of the dam collapse in the eastern suburbs, and Chu Yan died because of Ruo Mengfusheng, by then, his father would only have his son left, and the country would be his.

Emperor Qi squinted his eyes and sat back on his chair, admiring a good play below. The stage had been set up for him, and the actors had also appeared on stage. If he, the audience, didn't applaud, wouldn't it mean that he was left to perform alone? It's boring.

"Zhuo Jun, just follow the wishes of King Liang and investigate thoroughly."

"Your Highness, Mr. Xie asked you to go to Xie's Mansion every day."

After leaving the door of Zichen Palace, Chu Yao looked at Chu Yi and snorted coldly: "I really thank my third brother for interceding for me."

"Brother Emperor, where are you from? We are brothers."

He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood off his lips, otherwise Cui Ying would definitely find it when he went back.

But Chu Yao felt that if Chu Yan wanted to deal with him, there was no need to do this. With his temperament, how could he worry and think so much? Although he and Chu Yan did not deal with him, he had to admit that what Chu Yan was going to do, Who can stop him.

Chu Yi showed a gentle smile. His appearance was already soft, but he lacked the masculinity of a man, but had more feminine looks, so the smile seemed hypocritical.

Outside the Zichen Palace, the sky was full of glow. It seemed that the day had become extremely sunny since the heavy rain. Chu Yi didn't care what Chu Yao thought. No matter what, he was already a part of this situation.

Chu Yao looked at his smile, flicked his sleeves and left.

But he was a little confused, why did Chu Yan look like he was fine when he was hit by Ruomeng Fusheng?
Could it be that the poison was not deep enough?

Hearing Emperor Qi's words, Zhuo Jun nodded in agreement, and then Emperor Qi said that he was tired and wanted to rest, and asked everyone to leave.

Chu Yi has always been at odds with him, and he can't trust him to plead for him. Furthermore, aren't Chu Yan and him the only ones who can think of using this matter to plot against him?

"I know, I'll go later."

Chu Yan, who was on his way back to the East Palace, suddenly stopped. Then he saw him coughing, and drops of blood fell to the ground. Cheng Chong was startled and hurried forward: "Your Highness."

"It doesn't matter."

If you want to ascend to the throne, how can you do it without getting blood on your hands? Even if it means fratricide, it doesn't matter. If he doesn't plot against them, they should plot against him.

After he retired from the Imperial Hospital, he had been studying medical books at home. As long as Mr. Xie didn't say that the poison could not be cured, he did not believe that His Highness would die.

Cheng Chong said worriedly. Mr. Xie only said that it would be difficult to solve Ruomengfusheng, but he did not say that it was impossible to solve. Moreover, Mr. Xie was the most powerful doctor in Shangjing City.

Chu Yan did not refute Cheng Chong's words this time. After all, if he didn't solve Ruomeng Fusheng, he also wanted to get rid of the love poison.

When they returned to the East Palace, they saw Cui Ying busy doing something in an open space in the palace. The girl's sleeves were tied up around her neck, and her dress was tied aside. She looked quite neat.

"Qingxue, do you think this can really produce peaches?" When Chu Yan approached, Cui Ying was holding a small shovel in her hand, and Qingxue was pouring water on it with a kettle in her hand, answering uncertainly: " That should be ok, madam, do you want some peaches?”

"Yingying."

After Qingxue's words fell, the two heard Chu Yan's voice. Cui Ying turned her head and then raised her head slightly. Her face was covered with mud from somewhere, and her hands were stained a lot.

Chu Yan chuckled and squatted down, raising his hand to wipe the dirt off her face: "Want to eat peaches?"

"I think this East Palace is too empty, and the trees you planted don't look good at all."

Cui Ying never shied away from saying bad things about Chu Yan, but she was the only one who dared to say it, because no one else had the qualifications to say it, and if she did say it, she might not even know how he died.

"The peach trees are indeed beautiful, so what else does Yingying like? Let them plant something else."

Seeing the dirty bun in front of him turn back into the white and tender Xue Mei Niang, he couldn't help but pinch her face. She had gained some weight recently and felt fleshy to the touch.

"Just plant peach trees. The peach blossoms will shine brightly. When these peach trees grow up, they will be very beautiful. What do you think, Huaiwei? What's wrong with you?"

Cui Ying was talking there, but didn't listen to Chu Yan's answer. She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. He blinked, then closed his eyes and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Your Highness!"

"Huaiwei?"

Cheng Chong's voice overlapped with Cui Ying's, falling in Chu Yan's ears. He listened to her smiling words, but he felt like he was falling into the ice. The sun was shining brightly above his head, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth. meaning.

Not long after, Mr. Xie brought Xie Weixing to the East Palace. Mr. Xie saw Chu Yan lying on the bed and frowned. Xie Weixing nodded slightly to Cui Ying. Judging from her appearance, she should be unconscious at this time. Yes, I don’t know her.

"Xing'er, come in with your grandfather."

Mr. Xie asked Cheng Chong to lead the people out, and he took Xie Weixing into the inner hall. Cui Ying was pulled by Qingxue, and she felt her heart was clogged.

"Qingxue, is Huaiwei sick?"

She had never seen him so silent, falling in front of her as if dead, making no sound.

"Madam, don't worry, Your Highness Jiren has his own destiny, and he will be fine."

Qingxue comforted her, Cui Ying nodded, sat on the chair, and kept twisting the sleeves in her hands. The sleeves were wrinkled by her hands, which showed her inner uneasiness and tension.

Mr. Xie inside checked Chu Yan's pulse and sighed: "As expected."

"Grandpa, your highness, what's going on?"

Xie Weixing didn't know that Chu Yan had won Ruomeng Fusheng. He only knew that his grandfather was developing something at home these past few days. He was very busy every day and sometimes couldn't even eat.

"It's Ruo Meng Fu Sheng, do you still remember the book that your grandfather showed you?"

Hearing Mr. Xie's words, Xie Weixing woke up in a flash, as if he was dreaming?

"There is no solution to the dream of floating life, Grandpa"

She glanced at Chu Yan and then at Mr. Xie. How could he be poisoned by Ruomeng Fusheng?