"You! It turns out it's you, you're the one who poisoned my Bei Chu proton. What's the point of directing and acting on your own!"
An extremely inappropriate voice sounded.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the man who had just spoken with a strange expression.
It was a boy beside Prince Beichu.
Before Zhan Qingyue could retort, she heard the young man shouting sadly: "Zhan County Lord, you are already the county Lord. You have superb medical skills and a great reputation. Why bother to use such cruel methods to us?" Protons poison and detoxify!”
The corners of Zhan Qingyue's mouth twitched fiercely, and she looked speechlessly at the young man in front of her who was arrogant and pointing at her.
Just as he was about to retort, Han Yiyun, who was sitting not far away, couldn't hold it any longer.
He stood up regardless, rushed to Zhan Qingyue, protected her behind him, and stared at the arrogant young man and the Prince of Beichu with his eyes.
"His Royal Highness, it turns out that you are a dignified prince, do you still need a servant to teach you how to do things?"
The expression on Prince Beichu's face was extremely ugly. He raised his hand and hit the boy beside him hard on the face.
"Asshole, the person standing in front of you is the famous Lord Zhan County. You should be polite wherever you go. How dare you offend someone like this."
Zhan Qingyue snorted coldly, and stared at the Prince of Beichu coldly with a pair of sharp eyes.
"Your Highness, the matter has come to this, why do you need to say such things? If you can trust me, you might as well let me find out who poisoned me."
Zhan Qingyue's almond-shaped eyes scanned the people around him.
Nowadays, the prince of Beichu is already riding a tiger and cannot get off.
He clenched his back teeth and had no choice but to agree if he didn't want to.
And the Holy Lord, who was sitting in a high position, didn't say a word, and just looked on with cold eyes like a normal person, obviously letting Zhan Qingyue torment him.
I saw Zhan Qingyue poking around the dinner table with a silver needle.
The source of the poison was quickly found on a plate of delicate snacks on the dinner table.
Zhan Qingyue picked up the small dot and smelled it, then pinched a little and tasted it.
She looked as usual, put down the silver needle, walked out of the dining table, and said to the Holy Lord on the high position: "Holy Lord, I already know what the poison in this snack is, and even if the poisoner's hands are washed repeatedly, the smell will still remain. .”
"Your Majesty, could you please let me see the hands of all the people around me who have touched this plate of snacks?"
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue was in an uproar.
Some people are scornful, some are disdainful, some are disapproving, but most of them are shocked.
The Holy Father agreed to her request without saying a word.
From proton poisoning to finding the real culprit, it only takes a stick of incense.
It was the boy next to Prince Beichu who made the most noise.
Looking at the result, Prince Beichu's face changed for a while, and he looked as beautiful and wonderful as the color palette on his dress.
"Your Highness, it seems that you still don't know who you are. You never thought that it would be one of your own who poisoned your own brother. It's really ulterior and frightening."
Zhan Qingyue's few words made her want to take the face of the Prince of Beichu and stomp on it again and again.
The prince of Beichu dared not speak out when he was angry, so he had to suffer the disadvantage of being mute.
This time I came to Zhou Dynasty, originally to stir up turmoil within the imperial court, so that Bei Chu could take advantage of it.
But he didn't expect that he would end up like this. Not only was he humiliated, but his servant who had been his attendant for many years was also involved.
Now that he has given up his proton, he can no longer find any other reason to stay in the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom.
The prince of Beichu could not swallow this breath.
Soon it was time to leave the capital.
The Prince of Beichu was sitting in the carriage, looking at the gradually distant gate of the capital, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Come here, please go and capture the Lord of Zhan County tonight under the cover of darkness. How could such a good man fall into the hands of Da Zhou?"
The soldiers outside the carriage quickly agreed.
The night is dark and windy.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the group of men in black who suddenly jumped into the courtyard. She calmly pulled out her sword from the wall and stood with the group of men in black.
The clanging sound of fighting soon attracted Han Yiyun, who lived nearby.
The two of them joined hands and easily took down the man in black who rushed in.
Han Yiyun removed the opponent's weapons and arms, pushed the person to the ground, and stepped on the opponent's face with one foot without mercy.
He held a sword in one hand and pointed it firmly at the neck of the other person.
The situation on Zhan Qingyue's side is similar.
Even without Han Yiyun's help, she could still subdue these intruders, it was just a matter of time.
"Tell me, who sent you here?"
Zhan Qingyue's cold shout made everyone cheer up.
Han Yiyun raised the tip of his sword and pulled off the black cloth from the face of the man opposite.
The man was stunned, and seeing that he could no longer hide it, he had no choice but to kneel down towards Han Yiyun.
Han Yiyun and Zhan Qingyue looked at the familiar face in front of them, wondering what they didn't understand.
Zhan Qingyue snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth split unconsciously.
"What? Your Prince of Beichu's hospitality is really weird. He came uninvited so late at night, and he couldn't handle it!"
The person opposite was unable to say anything for a moment, and could only hang his head without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, Zhan Qingyue stepped forward and sprinkled a handful of medicine powder on him.
Even if the men in black wanted to hold their breath immediately, it was too late.
"what did you do to me?"
Zhan Qingyue raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly and pursed her small cherry mouth tightly: "You can't say that. What can I do to you in broad daylight?"
"Take me to your master quickly. I must teach him the etiquette of the Central Plains."
The man in black instinctively wanted to refuse. He rolled his eyes and before he could even say anything, Zhan Qingyue snatched him away and said: "Don't even think about refusing. Even if you don't say anything, I can probably guess what he is now." Where are you?"
"If you want to suffer less, just take us there obediently. Otherwise, just ask your master to send you a letter back and declare the funeral directly."
The man in black looked extremely ugly. The woman in front of him was simply a devil. She couldn't be beaten, but she still had to use such despicable methods to deal with innocent people like them.
He could only pray silently in his heart that his master would still have the slightest feeling of cherishing her talents when he saw her, otherwise, death would befall them anyway.
Soon, Zhan Qingyue successfully met the Prince of Beichu.
As soon as the two parties met, Zhan Qingyue sprinkled a handful of itching powder on the Prince of Beichu without saying a word.
Since then, he didn't even have time to call someone before he was numb, and his whole body felt itchy and painful.
"You, you, you, what did you do to me?"
Zhan Qingyue shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be innocent.
