Qing palace plan: poisonous girl Fanghua dominates the world

Chapter 33 Framed (Part [-])
In the prime minister's mansion.

Early in the morning, the firecrackers were crackling non-stop, ranging from the door of the hall to the firewood in the firewood room with red happy characters pasted on them, and the mansion was filled with a joyous atmosphere.

It's just because the so-called elder sister Li Wanwan has become a noble concubine, and today is the day she officially gets married.

Li Quanzhong put down his old roots, not only renovated everything in the prime minister's mansion, but also introduced a beautiful firecracker called fireworks from the Western Regions, which can rise into the air and bloom after being lit, as beautiful as flowers.

The whole family was overjoyed, except for the ancestor, whose wind and cold not only didn't get better, but also got worse, and he didn't even have the strength to get up while lying on the couch.

Guilan's family died early, and her only blood-related nephew died young, so she had to take care of the funeral.

When it was lively time, the whole prince's mansion was immersed in joy, and no one thought of her as an old lady and came to see her.

Guilan left, and no one entered the room, so the room was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

The ancestor was lying on the couch with a few tears streaming down his wrinkled face.

"Old lady, are you there?"

"Well, come in." The old ancestor responded, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"Old ancestor. I heard people say that you have caught a cold. Let me come and see you."

What caught my eye was Li Xiaoxiao in plain clothes.

Li Xiaoxiao's face was pale, her usual domineering arrogance disappeared, replaced by tears all over her face, she looked soft and weak, like a plucked bunny.

"Second brother, what's the matter with you?" The ancestor was surprised by Li Xiaoxiao's appearance.

"Old lady, today is a good day for the eldest sister to get married, but you are lying on the bed covered with wind and cold and cannot go to see her, Xiaoxiao feels very sad." Li Xiaoxiao kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, and looked at the old man on the sick bed. The ancestor, his eyes were full of worry, "By the way, old lady, are you better?"

"It's okay." The ancestor raised his hand, waved it, and smiled at Li Xiaoxiao, indicating that she was healthy.

"Ahem." It didn't take long before he couldn't help coughing.

Li Xiaoxiao quickly handed over the prepared handkerchief, and the old ancestor took the handkerchief, coughing on the ground, out of breath, as if his lungs were coughed out.

The old ancestor looked at the veil, and his face suddenly turned pale.

On the plum blossom veil, there is a mouthful of jet-black blood, which adds an enchanting touch to the plum blossom on the veil.

However, this is absolutely unacceptable to the ancestors.

Tremblingly, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, and the old ancestor lay down along the edge of the bed, his eyes were dull and his soul was lax.

"Old lady, old lady, what's wrong with you?!"

Hearing a voice like a ghost, the ancestor came back to his senses, "Oh, I'm fine."

"Well, that's good." Li Xiaoxiao looked at the performance of the ancestor, and raised the corners of her lips.

In a second, the weak expression returned, and the tone was dubious, "Madam, I heard that there is someone in the prime minister's mansion who can practice witchcraft. Tell me, does your illness have anything to do with that person?" ?”

"Nonsense." The ancestor glared at Li Xiaoxiao, "The mansion is so well behaved, how could there be such people?"

"Oh, really?" Li Xiaoxiao looked at her ancestor with sincerity in her eyes, and she continued, "I once visited a famous Taoist priest, and he told me that there is a kind of witchcraft that can make people look like they are infected. It’s like getting a cold, first you feel cold, then you feel dizzy, your feet tremble when you walk, and then you get a fever and feel weak.”

(End of this chapter)