After Mu Jieyu finished speaking, someone from Dali Temple handed over the evidence. Wang Wenlun looked at it and looked at Li Da coldly: "Li Da, as far as I know, you are from a farmer's family and you can't save ten dollars a year."
Two taels of silver, a delicious meal costs at least four or five taels of silver, and a set of clothes you are wearing is worth at least three or four taels of silver. Where did you get your money? Get it from real people!"
Li Daben is a person who has never seen the world. He was already a little guilty in Fengtian Mansion. Now in the cold atmosphere of Dali Temple, he was so frightened that his face turned pale. After being questioned by Wang Wenlun, he was so horrified that he instantly lost control, and a smell spread.
Come.
"Bastard!" Wang Wenlun suddenly turned pale. For him, Dali Temple is the most just and sacred place. Li Da's reaction was definitely a slap in the face.
But before Wang Wenlun had time to scold him, Li Da suddenly twitched and fell to the ground. His face was in pain, foaming at the mouth, and soon he stiffened and fell to the ground.
The imperial doctor on the side immediately stepped forward, checked his breathing, shook his head and said: "Sir, Li Da is dead."
"Cause of death?" Wang Wenlun asked.
The imperial doctor looked again and checked his pulse before coming to a conclusion: "It seems that he has eaten unclean food."
"This Thousand Delicacies and Hundreds of Flavors restaurant looks magnificent. I didn't expect that it is not only poisonous but also unclean. It's really eye-opening." Sitting next to Nangong Duan, a man in his early thirties, with a
The man with the green goatee sneered.
This man is Anping Marquis Jiang Zhihuan, the new head of the Jiang family, the commander of the forward battalion of the second rank, and a military commander with military power.
"How did the Marquis of Anping know that the unclean food that Li Da ate came from Qianhuo Baiweizhai? I also ate at Qianhuo Baiweizhai yesterday, but I was sitting here calmly." Xuanyuan Zhiqi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhihuan.
He said, "I remember that Anping Hou seemed to be here yesterday. Wouldn't it be nice for you to sit in front of me?"
Jiang Zhihuan naturally did not dare to challenge King Ying, his expression changed and he did not speak.
Sitting on the other side of Jiang Zhihuan, closest to the seat, Xuanyuan Zhiyue said calmly: "There are many doubts about this matter, but there is no proof, and further investigation will be in vain. It is better to stop here and put the matter to rest. Your Excellency, the Commander-in-Chief
how?"
Two lives, in exchange for saying "let's stop here and let the matter rest in peace"?
Mu Jieyu looked at Xuanyuan Zhiyue's beautiful and voluptuous face with cold eyes. It was indeed like a man in the underworld, stunningly beautiful, but full of poison: "The dead are great, but we can't let it go like this. Qianyu
Shouldn't Baiweizhai take the blame? Two human lives are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the prince, but the Qianyubaiwei sign is worth a thousand gold in my eyes."
"I don't know how to lift." Jiang Zhihuan cursed in a low voice. He thought the sound was very low, but for martial arts practitioners like Mu Jieyu, it was clearly audible.
Mu Jieyu looked at him with disgust, as if he were a clown.
Xuanyuan Zhichen frowned slightly and said: "What Princess Ruimin said is absolutely true, human life is at stake. Since this matter has involved two lives, it is natural to investigate and get to the bottom of it."
What Xuanyuan Zhichen said was very fair, and as he was the crown prince, his status was so noble. The young minister of Dali Temple also wanted to treat him with the courtesy of a king and a minister, so he naturally had the right to speak.
At this moment, a maid came up to Mu Jieyu's ear and whispered something. Mu Jieyu's lips slightly raised: "Master Wang, please summon Li Da's mother, Guo."