Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 1215 The food is poisonous
Soon, Xiao Er went upstairs with the dishes, entered Xiao Liu's room, and served them one by one.

"Guest officer, please take your time." Xiao Er bent down, took the tray and stepped back.

Xiao Liu picked up a chopstick and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly smelled something wrong. "stop!"

Qiu Ye took a brisk step, placed the sword on Xiao Er's shoulder, and charged over.

Xiao Liu looked at Xiao Er: "Did you serve this dish yourself?"

Song Wenlin was already surprised by Xiao Liu's reaction, but when he heard this, he immediately understood.

"Is this dish poisonous?"

Xiao Liu nodded: "I still see the poison of blood sealing the throat."

Dong Xing pulled a silver hairpin from her head and tried it in the dish.

Take it out and it will be black.

Qiu Ye kicked Xiao Er down: "Say, who sent you here?"

Xiaoer prostrated herself and cried, "I'm wronged, I didn't do this, it really wasn't me."

Song Wenlin said coldly, "It's not you, who is that? Who made this dish, but whose hands did it go through?"

"It was made by the master chef in the kitchen. I brought it up when it was ready, without anyone's hands." Xiaoer replied quickly.

"Since no one has done it, it can only be done by you." Song Wenlin said coldly.

Xiao Er hurriedly waved his hands: "It's not me, it's really not me, I don't even know you, why do you want to harm you?"

Xiao Liu gave Dong Xing a look, Dong Xing left the room, and quickly brought the shopkeeper in.

When the shopkeeper learned that there was poison in the dish, he was also panicked.

"Our restaurant has been in business for more than ten years, but we have never done anything wrong to our customers. We really did not do this."

"It's not you, who is that? It happened in your restaurant, but we need to report it to the authorities?" Song Wenlin snapped.

Although he didn't know whether the poison was aimed at Xiao Liu or him, they both deserved to die.

"This matter really has nothing to do with our restaurant. I'd like to swear on the reputation of the store, we really didn't do it." The shopkeeper said anxiously.

Xiao Liu glanced at Qiu Ye: "Take people out and interrogate them carefully. I want to know who has the guts to poison me in front of me."

Qiu Ye nodded, and left the room with the shopkeeper and waiter in one hand.

He also took control of the entire restaurant and prevented anyone from entering or leaving.

In front of a hut in the suburban mountains.

Nangonghan, dressed in black, brought Liufeng along with two of his subordinates.

"Master, this is it." One of the subordinates whispered.

Nangong Han nodded and gave Liu Feng a wink.

Liu Feng stepped forward and called the door: "Dong dong dong... Is anyone there? Our master has something to see."

No one in there should answer.

Liufeng yelled again several times, and after waiting for a while, there was still no movement inside.

"Go in and have a look." Nangong Han said.

Liu Feng pushed open the courtyard door of the hut, and Nangong Han walked in.

Looking around, this is an ordinary small courtyard, with the walls of the courtyard cut out with mud.

There is a small plot of land in the yard where some vegetables are grown.

On the open space, there are several shelves, and on the shelves are dustpans with medicinal herbs in the sun.

"Master, there's no one inside." Liufeng and the others went in and looked around.

"Wait first." Nangong Han stood in the courtyard, looking at the mountains outside.

Liu Feng took a stool and came over: "Master, please sit down, and the subordinates will go and look around."

Nangong Han nodded slightly.

Not long after Liufeng went out, a plainly dressed man walked in with a basket on his back.

About 50 years old.

Seeing Nangong Han and the others, he was a little surprised: "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

"Are you a doctor?" Nangong Han raised his eyes, his expression indifferent.

"Not at all, just a foot doctor, who knows about bruises and sprains, why, you ask me for treatment?"

The man puts down the pannier.

(End of this chapter)