The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 87 Kill you bitch to avenge my little sugar bowl!
"I guessed, I don't know it's poisonous." Yan Danqing said with an unfathomable smile, "The 120th and fifth moves of Zhaidou Dafa, you must be cautious. Who knows who made this pastry?" , How many people passed through the hands in the middle, didn't the emperor and empress dowager have to take a drug test before eating?"

"Little sugar bowl, little sugar bowl..."

Behind.

There was a voice.

Yan Danqing turned her head, and saw a maid in a blue thick shirt running over, crying loudly as she ran: "Little sugar bowl."

Di Yao frowned, and pulled Yan Danqing back a step.

That girl, Qiao Qing, the personal maid of Princess Mingxin, threw herself on the ground with red eyes, shaking the dead dog, crying sadly: "Little sugar bowl, little sugar bowl, what are you doing?" Is it? Little sugar bowl."

Later, when they heard the movement, more than ten guards and three servant girls ran over. Seeing the dead dog, their faces turned pale with fright.

Little Sugar Bowl is the most beloved dog of the princess. He is very precious, and he is raised like a baby on weekdays. It is more noble than the lives of these servants.

The little sugar bowl is dead, and the princess will definitely not spare these servants who are not good at guarding them.

"Who killed you?" Qiaoqing stood up with red eyes when she saw the unfinished pastries, and looked at Yan Danqing with grief and indignation, and complained: "Concubine Shizi, even if you don't like our princess , but you can't kill an... an innocent puppy!"

"Uh..." The corners of Yan Danqing's eyes twitched: "Girl, you've wronged me, I didn't feed it this pastry."

I just wanted to explain here.

Princess Mingxin rushed up aggressively, whipped Yan Danqing without saying a word, and roared furiously: "Bitch, you dare to poison my little sugar bowl to death, I want to kill you bitch for the sake of it!" My little sugar bowl revenge!"

Yan Danqing was about to step forward to meet him.

Emperor Yao had already grabbed her arm and pulled her behind, catching Princess Mingxin's whip with one hand, without any regret on his face: "I fed it cakes, and the murderer who killed it should be it's me."

"Brother Yao!" Princess Mingxin bit her lip angrily, her eyes filled with tears, and pointed at Yan Danqing with hatred and annoyance: "Do you really want to absolve this bitch? Brother Yao, Why?"

"The one who feeds you is the one who feeds you." Di Yao frowned strangely, threw off her whip, and watched Princess Mingxin staggered to the ground without any pity, looking condescendingly at the embarrassing Mingxin: "Master, did you lie about such a trivial matter? Mingxin, where's your brain?"

"My lord, Princess Mingxin." Ji Hang, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, surrounded him with people, and after saluting, he looked at the chaotic scene: "What happened here? It's because the subordinates are not protecting you well."

"Ji Hang." Emperor Yao's angry eyes burst into flames, pointing at the food box: "Not long ago, a maid came over to deliver cakes, saying that Grandma Huang gave them to every family, do you know?"

"As far as my subordinates know, the Empress Dowager did not order cakes to be delivered to each family." Ji Hang looked solemn, everyone in front of him was an ancestor, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

The dead dog lying on the ground was Princess Mingxin's most beloved dog.

It seems that the dog should have eaten the pastries in the food box before he died.

　La la la, more than 300 tickets will be added today, cuties

　　
　
(End of this chapter)