Chapter 248 Duan Qingshan poisoned Jiang Anning?
Jiang Anning looked at Duan Qingshan, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, and snorted coldly: "I'm afraid if I really ask them to buy money, you, the second boss, will also think of something to do. Let them get together.”
A strong displeasure spread in her heart.
Things have been planned and decided for a long time, so why bother pretending to be cautious and ask her about it?
As if her decision and her opinion mattered.
Just like the Zhao family in the past!
You have to ask her about everything, her thoughts and opinions, but when have you ever cared about her thoughts and opinions?
On the contrary, no matter what she said, she would inevitably be criticized and scolded by the Zhao family in the end.
Since you don't care, since you don't want to hear it, why ask?
Give people hope and then despair?
No need to!
Duan Qingshan blinked, and his keen intuition told him that he seemed to have said something wrong just now, which made Jiang Anning unhappy.
But...
He scratched his head blankly, but he really couldn't see any emotion on the person's face.
It was even more difficult to tell whether Jiang Anning was angry or not.
"Let's do something."
Before Duan Qingshan struggled to speak, Jiang Anning chased them away: "I want to rest."
In Mrs. An's house, she was already tired after laughing for a long time.
Duan Qingshan had no choice but to swallow the words in his heart again.
"Yes."
Just as he was about to go out, Duan Qingshan suddenly thought of those women and couldn't help but wonder how to deal with them.
When he turned around, he saw that Jiang Anning was already yawning profusely, so he couldn't help but couldn't bear it and stopped disturbing her.
-
The next day, the weather was fine.
There are already birds on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, and they start to chirp. Occasionally they jump on the branches, and some yellow sweet-scented osmanthus flowers flutter in the wind, covering the courtyard and dotting the grass.
Jiang Anning had a comfortable sleep and didn't feel irritated when she was woken up by the chirping of birds outside.
She lay lazily on the bed, stretched her waist, and stayed in bed for a long time before finally leaving the bed.
As soon as he went out, not surprisingly, Duan Qingshan was waiting outside.
Those who were stationed in the courtyard last night are no longer here.
I don't even know if he's gone or if he's hiding somewhere.
"My lord."
Duan Qingshan came forward with a basin in his hands and asked people to clean their hands and wash their faces.
Jiang Anning did not refuse.
It just feels a little strange.
She looked at Duan Qingshan, who was moving swiftly and skillfully, and couldn't help but ask: "I remember, you didn't seem to have any serious work before?"
"Yes."
Duan Qingshan said with a somewhat guilty look: "In the past, I and my mother depended on each other for life. I didn't want to make progress. I was idle all day long, only caring about eating, drinking and having fun. I can live so long only because my mother does odd jobs to earn money to support me."
He recounted what happened in the past: "Later, the slave would occasionally go out and find odd jobs to do."
"Kenu has a bad personality and has little patience. He is impatient to listen to others' preaching and cannot bear the slightest suppression."
Duan Qingshan talks about the past, every detail, as if he is watching and recounting other people's lives.
"When I was working in the past, the foreman I met had a dark heart. Every time, he would find various excuses to deduct the wages of the slaves."
"The slave was young and energetic at the time, so he had a few quarrels with him and almost got into a fight."
"That time, although the slave got the wages he deserved, he repeatedly ran into obstacles afterwards...The foreman even intensified his efforts and used all kinds of methods and means to deduct the slaves' wages into his own pocket."
"The slave couldn't resist, so he got angry and quit his job and went home to stay."
“Originally I wanted to rent two pieces of land for farming, but I really didn’t have any money in my pocket.”
Otherwise, when his mother-in-law was seriously ill, he would not have been desperate and did something against his conscience.
"...Fortunately, the slave met the master."
Otherwise, he would probably have fallen into trouble by now, right?
Jiang Anning chuckled twice: "You may not be lucky. If you hadn't met me, you might have become the king of the mountain somewhere by now."
Duan Qingshan blushed, unsure whether Jiang Anning was teasing him or teasing him with his words.
"But speaking of which, you are very skilled at serving others."
Jiang Anning smiled half-heartedly and said, "Even if you said you had worked as an errand boy for a wealthy family before, I would believe it."
She hadn't noticed it before, but after going to Mrs. An's house and living there for a while, she found it particularly strange when she saw Duan Qingshan's familiar actions.
It was obvious that he was an idle street kid in the past, but he followed strict rules. He was even more disciplined and orderly than those specially trained servants from wealthy families.
Duan Qingshan was stunned for a while when he heard this.
It is indeed strange to say that he has never learned or done any of these tasks in the past.
But as soon as he arrived in front of Jiang Anning, it was as if some command was automatically triggered. His hands and feet were faster than his brain, and everything was done.
For example, at this moment, I saw that Jiang Anning had finished washing his hands, and he was holding a tray of clean towels and delivered it to people.
"What's for breakfast?" Jiang Anning took the clean cloth handed to her, wiped her hands, and asked casually, and she had already walked to the kitchen.
Duan Qingshan came to his senses and responded quickly: "I cooked pumpkin and millet porridge."
"I also used cabbage, cut it into thin strips, added salt, vinegar, and chili oil to make a refreshing cold dish."
After saying that, he hurriedly said: "The breakfast stall across the street should not be closed yet. Their tofu puffs and fried fruits are very good."
“There is also Sanxian Bean Curd next to it, and its reputation has always been very good.”
He carefully asked people's opinions: "What do you think?"
"Just drink millet porridge."
Jiang Anning said casually, and when she got to the kitchen, she took the bowls and chopsticks. Just when she was about to eat, the barrage of bragging and nonsense suddenly flashed past a line of text, and then the whole screen was filled with "Don't eat!" ! There is poison in the porridge! ! 】
Is there poison in the porridge?
Jiang Anning's hand was about to hold the porridge when she suddenly paused and looked into the pot. The bright yellow millet porridge, with the hint of sweetness from pumpkin, was particularly attractive.
Is it poisonous here?
She looked at Duan Qingshan in surprise.
Duan Qingshan didn't know why and was confused: "What's wrong, Lord?"
"Who cooked the porridge?"
Jiang Anning found it hard to imagine that Duan Qingshan, who had always been respectful to her words and deeds, turned around and poisoned her.
Is there really anything else in this world that she deserves to believe in?
Why would he poison her?
"It was cooked by a slave..." Duan Qingshan didn't know why Jiang Anning asked suddenly. He walked forward and looked at the pot of yellow millet porridge. He didn't know what happened for a moment.
There wasn't much dirt left in it.
Isn’t it delicious?
He frowned in confusion, reached for the rice spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and was about to put it into his mouth when Jiang Anning yelled: "Don't drink it! Put it down!"
Duan Qingshan was even more confused.
"My lord?"
He looked at the person in confusion, but stopped obediently.
Jiang Anning looked at the person for a while and felt that the confusion and confusion in his expression did not seem like he was faking it.
She raised her hand and took off a long-handled thin knife hairpin that she had been wearing since she killed Sheng Yuewen.
It is said that silver needles can test poison.
This hairpin is made of pure silver.
She filled a bowl of porridge, put one end of the hairpin into the bowl for a moment, and then took it out again.
Not surprisingly, the head turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Duan Qingshan was shocked!
He is not a fool, and he also knows that wealthy families are used to testing poison before eating.
The silver needle turns black...it means there is poison in this pot of porridge. But this porridge was clearly cooked by him.
How could he poison the Lord?
However, facts speak louder than words... Duan Qingshan knelt down with a plop, opened his mouth, and wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.
"My lord..."
He shouted dryly, filled with fear and despair.
Lord, you shouldn’t believe him, right?
But he really didn't know what was going on.
Jiang Anning wiped the silver hairpin clean and inserted it back into her hair.
She looked calm: "Get up, I believe it wasn't you."
"My lord?"
Duan Qingshan looked at her in disbelief, lowered his head and said guiltily: "I can't even believe myself."
Here, there are only two of them.
Everything was fine, but suddenly something poisonous was found in a pot of porridge.
But this porridge only passed through his hands.
The kitchen was so clean that not even a cockroach was found.
Then he didn't inject this poison, who else could have inflicted it?
Jiang Anning looked at his serious look and couldn't help laughing.
"You are really strange."
"When ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they may not be able to distinguish the relationship, but you will first doubt yourself."
Jiang Anning smiled and teased him: "From a relationship point of view, you are now a long-term worker here, but you dare to poison and murder the master's family. This is an added crime."
"If I send you to the Yamen, you will not only have to be beaten to death, but you will also be exiled for three thousand miles."
Duan Qingshan grimaced: "But in this kitchen, only Nu has been here. If Nu didn't do it, who else could it be?"
He can't figure it out...
Why is there poison in good porridge?
"Then you want to poison me?"
Jiang Anning straightened her face and asked seriously.
"If I have this idea, I will be struck by lightning and die!"
Duan Qingshan raised his hand, swore to the sky, and cursed himself.
"Isn't that okay?"
Jiang Anning walked up to the person and stretched out her hand to pull him up: "I believe it wasn't you who did it."
Duan Qingshan was so moved that he almost cried.
"My lord, my lord, my lord..." After he stood up, he couldn't help crying.
God knows how doubtful he was about life just now.
But he still couldn't figure it out... "If the slave didn't do it, then who did it?"
He was sure that he was the only one who had been in and out of this kitchen.
Chaohuang Embroidery Square is not big or small, but the backyard is so small that you can really see it at a glance, and you can see the end at a glance.
Even after he finished cooking, he returned to Jiang Anning's door to wait for people to get up and wash up.
But it doesn't mean that someone could secretly carry him on his back, run into the kitchen, poison the porridge pot, and leave him unaware, right?
"Didn't you say that the sturdy man who followed the women yesterday ran away after realizing something was wrong?"
Jiang Anning said calmly: "Although I caught one later, he committed suicide by taking poison."
Nine times out of ten, it's those people.
"Yes."
Duan Qingshan said in a deep voice: "And the poison is very overbearing! Yesterday, the man's body was still in good condition. When it was sent to the government, there was nothing strange about it, but today it is..."
His voice paused slightly, and he wasn't sure whether he should say anything for a moment.
"Huh?"
Jiang Anning didn't expect that something unexpected would happen.
"I originally planned to wait until you have eaten before reporting to you."
"Someone came from the Yamen not long ago. They said that there was something strange about the corpse of the dead soldier. They wanted to ask someone from our side who can take care of things to come over."
Duan Qingshan looked serious.
Jiang Anning raised her eyebrows slightly: "Mutation?"
What mutation?
You can't just turn into a zombie like what's written in the storybook, right?
"Yes...the specific details are unknown for the time being."
Duan Qingshan: "However, I spent some money on things and got some news."
Jiang Anning raised her eyebrows and looked at the person.
"The corpse seemed to have been corroded by something. When it was sent, it was still very complete and there were no obvious external injuries."
"This morning, when the old man from the Yamen went to prepare for the autopsy, he found that... the body was mutilated, as if it had been eaten by something."
"But... the old man searched the morgue and couldn't find any living things that might have eaten the corpse."
This is really strange.
Jiang Anning also found it strange, but was not too surprised.
On the contrary, in her mind, she thought very clearly that in the notes left by her mother-in-law, there was a record of a kind of insect called corpse.
Looking at the description, it seems to be similar to what Duan Qingshan said.
This kind of bug originally lived in the human body.
When a person is alive, this kind of insect is in a dormant state.
After a person dies, he wakes up from his dormant state, and then begins to corrode and gnaw on his corpse from the inside out.
Usually, the person's internal organs are eaten clean first.
Then eat other flesh and blood.
And this kind of bug will die once it wakes up and feeds.
After death, the insects will turn into corrosive liquid and corrode the corpse.
The effect is somewhat similar to... the corpse powder she and Xie Lan used.
Auntie's notebook also records that there are people who use this kind of insect to torture people.
It is said that the larvae of this insect are used to implant into the body of the victim.
The larvae will mistakenly think that the person is dead when the person is in deep sleep.
Then it swims in people's blood, and the tortured people cannot sleep and have to get up and move.
But...
Why did she remember the records in A Niang's notebook so clearly.
I thought of the details instantly.
He connected the matter with the records in the handbook.
Jiang Anning couldn't help but frown, feeling strange.
I always felt that something strange had happened to her after that so-called barrage reset.
(End of chapter)