The middle hall fell into silence because of Butler Zhao's words, an almost eerie silence that could destroy every nerve of a person one by one.
Butler Zhao's previous resentment gradually disappeared in this silence, and a faint fear arose in his heart.
Zhao Yuan trembled all over. After a long time, he slowly spoke, but he did not ask Leng Changxi: "Where is your father now?"
"The prince is in the bedroom." Butler Zhao was a little surprised, but didn't say much.
Zhao Yuan clenched the fists of her hands hidden in her sleeves: "Take me to see."
Zhao Yuan's slightly trembling voice betrayed his efforts to stabilize his mind.
Butler Zhao saw this in his eyes and sighed in his heart. A glint of light slipped from the corner of his eye. He opened the door silently and led Zhao Yuan to King Xi's bedroom.
Butler Zhao found a reason to remove all the people serving around King Xi's bedroom, and there were some cautious guards standing around.
When they saw Butler Zhao leading a man this way, they all knew it and lowered their heads one by one.
"Steward Zhao, Young Master Yuan." Those guards were all trained by Butler Zhao and were the most loyal to King Xi. They greeted the two of them respectfully when they walked in.
"Has anyone been here?" Butler Zhao's footsteps stopped in front of someone.
"No. As ordered, I didn't let anyone get close."
Butler Zhao nodded and continued to lead Zhao Yuan inside. The majestic and magnificent small building of King Xi gradually came into Zhao Yuan's eyes. Looking at this small building from a distance, the childhood clips were played back bit by bit.
In front of you.
I once remembered that he always ran to the building with the poems he had written and showed them off in front of King Xi. If King Xi thought it was good, he would be happy for the whole day. If he was criticized for a few words, he would be depressed.
It took a while, but it wasn't until Uncle Li secretly placed some candies in front of him that he smiled like a child.
"No, this is a big matter. I don't dare to make the decision without permission, so I notified Mr. Yuan to handle it." Butler Zhao reported truthfully.
"That's good. I will take care of this matter and continue to block all news. No news can be leaked." Zhao Yuan's eyes were filled with sadness and he took a deep breath: "As for the cause of father's death, I will definitely
We need to get to the bottom of it!"
"Yes!" Butler Zhao responded in a deep voice, feeling pain for Zhao Yuan in his heart. On the one hand, he was his true love, and on the other hand, he was a close relative. How to choose, and where to go.
While the two were talking, they had already arrived in front of the small building, which was still heavily guarded. At the signal of Butler Zhao, they all gave way and retreated ten steps away.
Butler Zhao pushed the door open and entered. There was only a mute girl in the house. Under the instruction of Butler Zhao, she kept waiting in Prince Xi's bedroom. Three meals a day were said to be for the prince, but in fact they were all for her.
Cover people's eyes and ears.
"Go down." Butler Zhao waved his hand, and the mute girl bent over and backed away silently until she was in front of the door, then turned around and left the house, then turned around and closed the door.
Zhao Yuan stood in the flower hall, his body trembling faintly, and his steps were as heavy as lead. He did not dare to move forward. He wanted to see his father's face, but he was afraid of seeing his face.
Finally, no matter how slow he walked, he still walked to the inner room. He saw the burly body on the couch from a distance, lying stiffly and not feeling alive at all. The sadness in Zhao Yuan's heart suddenly surged out of control.
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"Father..." He called out timidly. He had never called "Father" in front of King Xi since he was six years old. During the last capital ceremony, the father and son only stayed away from each other in order to avoid suspicion.
They looked at each other from a distance without saying a word.
The man did not shed tears easily, but he had not reached the point of sadness. Zhao Yuan uttered a trembling "Father", his eyes were moist and blurred by tears. He staggered two steps, fell on the couch, and looked at the man lying on the couch.
The unpopular King Xi, who was lying on the couch with a black face, was in grief: "Father! Father! The child is late! Father!..."
Manager Zhao stood aside and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He turned his back and secretly shed tears.
There was a strong sadness lingering in the room, which made people feel sad.
Zhao Yuan held King Xi's hand and looked at his old face. This face was still as majestic as when he was young, but the years have made him no longer as handsome as he was when he was young, but instead he has become more mature.
Over the years, King Xi has done a lot for him behind his back. Although some things he did not like, he knew that King Xi did this for his own good. However, before the great cause was accomplished, his father left first.
Go, how can you not make him feel unwilling and sad.
Seeing Zhao Yuan sad, Butler Zhao felt reluctant to give up, so he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked slowly to Zhao Yuan, put a pair of old hands full of calluses on Zhao Yuan's shoulders, and comforted: "Yuan
Young Master, the prince has passed away, and you must express your condolences. The prince is always thinking about you, and is always worried that you will not have enough to eat or wear, and will be left to suffer in the Leng family. Until the last time I went to Beijing, I saw you handsome from a distance.
Wei An, I have just let go of the worries that have been in my heart for more than ten years. You must not collapse your body because of sorrow, I am sorry for the prince in the underground!"
After hearing Butler Zhao's advice, Zhao Yuan nodded gently, took a deep breath slowly, and slowly hid his grief in his heart. He stood up with a determined look on his face, stood beside King Xi's bed, looked at King Xi's green and black face,
He spoke slowly: "Steward Zhao, what kind of poison did my father have?"
"Master Hui Yuan, it's arsenic." When he mentioned the poisoning, Butler Zhao couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment in his eyes.
"Isn't there a food tester?" Zhao Yuan thought about the life in the mansion before. Every meal must be tasted by a food tester. This is the consistent habit of King Xi. If someone poisons the food, he will be noticed immediately.
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"Yes, the food tester was also poisoned and died." Thinking of the innocent food tester, Butler Zhao felt a little colder. He thought: Leng Changxi not only killed the prince, but also killed an innocent person.
's servants.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but frowned: "This arsenic is extremely toxic and will kill you if you eat it. If anyone tastes the food, will they wait until my father is poisoned?"
"I have always had doubts about this, but later I came to the doctor to check the drugged vegetables. The doctor was sure that it was arsenic, but the arsenic was mixed with other things, which delayed the effect of the medicine. It can be seen that...
"The prince's intention to die was clearly revealed, but Butler Zhao did not say the last half of the sentence.
But Zhao Yuan already understood. His heart was throbbing hard, his starry eyes were slightly open and closed, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking slightly. After a long time, he slowly said: "Are you sure? It was her who poisoned me?"
There was no warmth in the voice, and it was quite moody, which made it even more frightening.