The only remaining holy hand closed his eyes and felt the pulse, dipped his finger into a little white water in the teapot, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his brows were knotted, and he was silent for a long time.
His behavior made Zhang Xutang feel more and more gloomy.
Fortunately, the holy hand did not ponder for too long. He put down his fingers and said to Zhang Xutang: "Zhang Yameni, I don't know how to be famous, but you have been drinking tea for a short time. No matter what kind of poison is in it, it will be gone."
You can try gold juice to detoxify."
Golden juice is dung water.
Song Huiyue said softly: "Zhang Yanei, if you continue to hesitate, no matter how bad the poison is, it will be poisonous."
Zhang Xutang's heart was filled with turmoil.
Time passed very quickly in his mind, so fast that he could not sit still and could only stand up and pace. His body was already weak, and at this moment, even his mind was so weak that it was almost broken.
Is it poisonous or non-toxic?
The imperial doctor hasn't arrived yet, nor the people from the Yamen, not even Zhang Xuling, it seems that everyone is delaying at this moment.
In fact, it's not procrastination, it's just that he was too anxious and moved the time too quickly, and others couldn't catch up even if they were trying to catch up.
The strange feeling he had when he stared at Song Huiyue came back again, and the clear lines after the entrance to the white water appeared in his mind again.
This time, the white water turned into black poisonous juice, clearly flowing through his body and rapidly devouring his internal organs and flowing to his limbs and bones.
"Drink, go get it." He didn't hesitate for long.
He didn't dare to gamble. His life was too precious. Drinking gold juice was nothing compared to his life.
Once he made the decision, he stopped panicking and sat back on the chair. He only felt tired, tired, and surprised.
The exhaustion was for myself, but the surprise was for Song Huiyue.
He thought that Song Huiyue was worse and worse than him. Her eyes were like a deep pool, and the light hidden in the black eyes was like a dragon in the deep pool - it could make huge waves.
A bowl filled with golden juice was tremblingly brought in from the door. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, wanting to wait for the smell to pass before venting. However, the smell in the bowl was continuous, making people unable to help but hold their breath.
When you really can't hold it in any longer, take a quick breath and close your nose and mouth.
Song Huiyue stuck her head out of the window.
Zhang Xutang took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, picked up the bowl decisively, and brought the bowl of golden juice to his mouth.
It’s time to drink anyway, so it’s better to do it quickly, otherwise it will drag on and become even more painful.
He wanted to drink it in one gulp, but the golden juice in the bowl just entered his mouth, and it already made his head roar and his eyes turned red. As the sip slid down his throat, he could also clearly feel the golden juice.
The destination of the juice.
The dignity, superior contempt, and decent status that the Zhang family brought him were shattered in this moment.
With a "wow" sound, he threw away the bowl and began to vomit violently, trying to spit out all his internal organs from his throat.
Tears, snot, saliva, and gold juice mixed on his face, and then dripped on his clothes. The bowl of gold juice swirled on the table, then tipped over, and dripped all over the floor, all over the pavilion.
Gives off an unpleasant odor.
There were tea drinkers downstairs sniffing and cursing. Song Huiyue quickly closed the window, only closed it for a moment, and then opened it in a hurry, not daring to close it again this time.
Zhang Xutang held his hands on the ground and was still vomiting. The smell of blood was in his throat. Just when he was about to stop, he looked up and saw yellow water all over the floor. His throat rolled involuntarily and he vomited again.
stand up.
He even vomited blood. In the end, he couldn't vomit anymore. His head was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were red and swollen. His whole body became a puddle of mud. He knelt on the ground with his upper body leaning on a chair, and barely managed to save his life.
There is a hint of vitality.
The yamen servants from the yamen came in a hurry and were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them. Then they covered their mouths and noses and looked at Xiao Wei who had brought them here.
When Xiao Wei saw Zhang Xutang half sitting and half lying with a face as white as paper, he was so shocked that he rushed in and tried to get Zhang Xutang up from the ground, but he didn't know how to start: "Second Master! Second...
Lord!"
Zhang Xuling came a step late and saw Zhang Xutang who was like a dead fish. He rushed into the house and picked up Zhang Xutang from the ground.
Zhang Xutang's body was covered with filth, the original color of his clothes could no longer be seen, and the smell was even more disgusting. However, Zhang Xuling did not mind it and put the penis, which he regarded as poison, on the chair, making himself covered with filth.
filth.
"Second brother! Second child!"
While Poison was alive, he couldn't avoid it, but once Poison suffered a fatal blow, he transformed into a big brother. His love and affection prevailed, and he wanted to take Zhang Xutang home properly.
The little boy opened his eyes and opened his mouth breathlessly: "Song, poison the tea!"
He raised his hand tremblingly, grabbed Zhang Xuling's skirt with all his strength, and his eyes flashed with two hard lights: "I'll kill her! Keep doing what I said!"
Zhang Xuling looked at the government servant who was staring blankly at the door, and shouted angrily: "Are they all dead? Hurry up and seal this place! Seize the prisoners! My father is not dead yet, and the Zhang family has not fallen yet. The second master of the Zhang family has asked
People are poisoned, and you dare to stand by and watch!"
The government officials woke up from their dreams. The quick ones took advantage and sealed off the second floor first. The slower ones had no choice but to step into the house to escort Song Huiyue.
The tea-goers on the first floor had already known that something had happened upstairs. They were all curious when they saw people coming up the stairs one after another. They stretched their necks to look up, and their ears were like the mouths of mosquitoes, wishing they could reach up to the second floor and listen.
There were intense sounds of gagging and talking above.
"Father... died... the Zhang family collapsed..."
A few words intermittently got into the ears of the spectators, and they used these words to create a brand new message.
Some people lowered their voices and looked shocked: "Is Prime Minister Zhang dead?"
The onlookers all widened their eyes and began to whisper, and some people sneaked out secretly. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the few words spoken in the teahouse formed a new language and flew throughout the streets and alleys of Kyoto.
"Master Zhang is dead."
The Kyoto tabloids got the news and heard that the news was conclusive and that it was personally spread by the Zhang family's eldest and second lords. They went to print tabloids one after another.
Everyone on the second floor never expected that such rumors would spread, and they are still in a stalemate.
Yin Xiao stopped the yamen servant, and Song Huiyue laughed without concealment: "Poison? The Zhang family can't slander anyone. Zhang Yameni insists on drinking tea with me. I hate him and only let him drink plain water. Are you guilty?
Why are you arresting me? Is it because Zhang Yanei drank a bowl of excrement water because he was afraid of death?"
The room was silent for a moment, the sound of breathing and stench were all amplified, and everyone's nostrils were quivering silently.
Zhang Xuling unconsciously turned back to look at Zhang Xutang. Zhang Xutang seemed to be shattered in the chair. If he moved slightly, he would fall to the ground. His eyes were dull and he was just looking at the teapot.
"Second brother, don't be afraid. The imperial doctor will be here soon. When the imperial doctor arrives, he will naturally be able to interpret it for you. The young lady of the Song family won't be able to escape."
Zhang Xutang raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xuling.
Under the sun, he looked weird, as if his soul had been fumigated by the golden juice, and only he was still here.
He weakly opened his mouth: "I want to take a shower."