After Su Ruotang finished speaking, not only He Zhengming, but also Qin Feng and others were completely stunned.
Poisoned?
Isn't Gu something that only exists in books?
How did it come true?
He Zhengming frowned: "Third Princess, don't talk nonsense and cause panic!"
Su Ruotang said calmly: "Gu has not appeared for a hundred years. Everyone will think that I am talking nonsense in order to clear my uncle's name."
"But Mr. Wang obviously just fell into the water and caught the cold, but he gave people the feeling that he was terminally ill and incurable."
"Do you know why?"
The girl's voice was very light.
But everyone felt a chill rising from their tailbones and hitting Tianling Gai directly.
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean by the third prince's concubine, Lord Wang is also bewitched?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Zhengming smiled coldly, "The third prince's concubine is the one with the best medical skills in Dongqi. Even if the poison was poisoned, can the lower official suspect that it was the third prince's concubine who planted the poison?"
He Zhengming's words immediately won the support of the poor sect.
"That's right, the poison that has disappeared for a hundred years has reappeared, and even Dr. Wang can't diagnose it..."
"We are here today just to seek justice for Mr. Wang and not to protect Tan Ming!"
After listening to everyone's words, Su Ruotang was not annoyed. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Old He Ge has very long hair, but unfortunately his knowledge is a bit short."
"I have no enmity with Mr. Wang, so why should I harm him?"
He Zhengming stared at Su Ruotang for a moment, flicked his sleeves and looked at Han Ye, "Let's try the case."
Han Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Tan Ming, "Have you ever had any issues with Mr. Wang?"
Tan Ming looked indifferent: "No."
Han Ye: "Is there any festival between Tan Mansion and Wang Mansion?"
Tan Ming: "No."
Han Ye: "...... Mr. Wang owes you money?"
Tan Ming: "..."
After a moment of silence, he looked at Han Ye with a strange expression, "Master Wang and the people in the palace do not owe me any money."
"Mr. Han, it's time to start paying off the credit for buying furniture in installments."
Han Ye: "!!!"
When asked about a case, I actually got myself involved!
Can we still chat happily?
"Um, Mr. Tan... I'm a little tight lately. I'll pay it back in installments next month..."
Tan Ming simply nodded: "Okay."
Su Ruotang blinked.
Uncle, are you bribing an official in court?
Qin Feng and other officials from poor families said: "..."
Even more angry!
Not to mention buying furniture, they all had only four walls and a leaky house, and it rained all night.
But Tan Ming agreed to Han Ye's credit without blinking an eye.
Is this the difference between aristocratic families and humble families?
This gap in money and power is simply the Milky Way, insurmountable.
He Zhengming slammed the table: "Tan Ming, how dare you bribe officials in court!"
Tan Ming looked at him indifferently: "Master He, Master Han and I are doing serious business."
"Master Han previously bought a set of furniture under Tanfu's name and signed an installment payment agreement."
"According to the agreement, the payment will start this month, but there is a treaty, and under special circumstances, the payment can be postponed to next month."
"Tan is doing business in an upright manner, where is the bribe?"
"Or are you saying that Mr. He doesn't give you money to buy things?"
He Zhengzheng was choked by his nonchalant words.
His face turned red for a moment, and he said coldly: "Tan Ming, please recognize your identity!"
"You're a suspect now!"
Tan Ming said lightly.
He Zhengming: "..."
Are all rich people so arrogant?
Han Ye coughed slightly and continued to ask: "Then why did you push Mr. Wang into the water?"
Tan Ming's eyes were clear: "I don't know."
Han Ye: "...you want to kill Mr. Wang?"
Tan Ming looked at him like an idiot: "Tan and Mr. Wang have no enmity, why do you want to kill him?"
Han Ye: "......"
I can't ask you this?
My lord, please wake up quickly.
The suspects this time are too uncooperative and difficult to lead.
Seeing that Han Ye was so anxious that he was sweating, Mo Ronyan said calmly:
"Mr. He Ge, if you don't believe Tang'er, can you believe Master Wuchen of Qingling Temple?"
He Zhengming: "Of course I believe it."
"Shen Shi, go ask Master Wuchen."
Qingling Temple is not far from Dali Temple, but it takes half a day to drive quickly.
Mo Ronyan glanced at Qin Feng and others, then threw the money bag to Shen Fei, "Go and buy some pastries from Yingfu Pavilion."
Qin Feng and others' eyes almost widened.
Yingfu Pavilion is the favorite elegant building among the ladies in the capital.
The pastries inside, the size of a quail egg, cost one or two silver.
Their monthly salary is only ten taels of silver.
Facing the complicated looks in the eyes of Qin Feng and others, Mo Rong Yanyun added lightly, "Buy the same kind of each kind, and don't have hazelnuts."
"Yes, Your Highness." Shen Fei took the money bag, grinned and saluted and left.
Each kind of pastry in Yingfuge is limited every day.
Fortunately, His Highness once rescued the owner of Yingfu Pavilion, so when His Highness went to buy pastries, the price was not only low, but also unlimited.
All the poor, impoverished, and poor officials:! ! !
Do you want anyone left alive?
Lemon juice under the lemon tree, poor people crying and holding hands.
Tan Ming was silent for a moment, and when Shen Fei left, he added, "Bring me one by the way, and oh, Lord Lian Han, bring one."
After the sound fell, he looked at He Zhengming sincerely, "Master He, would you like a piece? The pastries at Yingfu Pavilion are delicious."
He Zhengming was torn between eating or not eating, and looked at the sky.
In order to see Tan Ming brought to justice, he came here today without even eating breakfast.
It will take at least half a day for Master Wuchen to arrive.
Hungry until noon...
He Zhengming raised his chin, with a noble and charitable look on his face, and was about to say, "Let's have a share, too."
Tan Ming was the first to speak: "He Ge has always been a role model for officials from poor families. He is honest and frugal. Naturally, he will not be so extravagant as to eat Yingfu Ge's cakes."
"Just bring one to Master Han."
He Zhengming: "..."
He is not honest and frugal, he is reluctant to buy.
The simple summary is - no money.
Half an hour later, Shen Fei came back carrying four food boxes.
He put the food box on the table and took out the exquisite pastries inside.
Su Ruotang slowly picked up a small fork and forked a piece of osmanthus cake, "The faint scent of osmanthus, the soft texture, so fragrant."
"Gulu..." A hungry sound suddenly sounded.
He Zhengming's face turned red and he covered his stomach, turning his face away from Su Ruotang...the cake in his hand.
Han Ye looked at the cakes placed in front of him and swallowed.
Tan Ming stood in the middle, taking the silk handkerchief from Shen Fei with a nonchalant expression, wiping his fingers, picked up a piece slowly, and took a bite.
Gentle and elegant, without any trace of embarrassment or uneasiness.
He Zhengming's expression turned ugly: "Tan Ming, you are now a suspect..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Rongyan lightly, "Dongqi has laws and does not allow suspects to eat?"
