"The reason why Concubine Jing had a miscarriage was due to chronic poisoning."

The old sound is like a stone thrown into a calm pond, causing countless splashes.

Even the gray mist of incense burning in the copper incense burner on the coffee table, which originally floated straight up to the roof, suddenly became a mess.

Aunt Chunrong took a step forward: "Are you sure? My wife's miscarriage was indeed caused by someone poisoning her? Tell me who poisoned her!"

There was a sound of mattress being rubbed behind the screen, and Concubine Jing seemed to be sitting up on the bed.

The four healthy servants beside Chen Ji unconsciously let go and stopped pulling hard.

Everyone is waiting for his answer.

However, was Concubine Jing poisoned? Chen Ji was not sure.

It's just that in this dead situation, if he doesn't say something shocking, he will die in Prince Jing's Mansion.

Behind the screen, Concubine Jing asked doubtfully: "Are you sure I was poisoned?"

Chen Ji did not answer. He just slowly arranged his messy clothes and asked calmly: "Besides Mrs. Jing Fei, is there anyone else who feels unwell in Wanxing Garden?"

Aunt Chunrong shook her head: "No, even the daily routine of the maids in the palace is recorded. If someone is unwell, they must not enter the Wanxing Garden to avoid passing on the illness to the fetus."

After Chen Ji thought for a moment, he turned to look at the screen and said, "Madam, can I look for clues in your room?"

"How outrageous," said Aunt Xitang next to Concubine Yun: "How can you, a man who lives outside the house, search in Concubine Jing's house? How unbecoming is it..."

Concubine Jing interrupted: "You can search if you want. If you can really find the culprit who killed my child, why not rummage through some things? Chunhua, please ask this little doctor from the medical clinic to go out first. Chunrong, 豼

Pack up my clothes and dress me up before asking him to come in and check."

This was a courtesy for the noble man, and it also bought Chen Ji some time to think about clues.

Chunhua led Chen Ji downstairs. She lowered her voice anxiously and asked, "Is someone really poisoning?"

Under the cover of night, Chen Ji stood by the fish pond in Wanxing Garden, watching the koi fish looming in the dark water, but did not answer the question, just thinking deeply.

After a while, Grandma Chunrong called him upstairs again.

At this time, Concubine Jing had put on a red cloak and was sitting on a chair. She was about thirty-three years old. Her hair was not tied up, but was tied behind her back with a hairband.

She stared at Chen Ji with a pale face: "I just thought about what you said about long-term poisoning. Could it be that Xianxiang has been tampered with..."

"No," Chen Ji shook his head: "The incense sticks are floating everywhere. If someone tampered with it, then Grandma Chunrong should also be unwell. Therefore, the person who poisoned must have used items that you used alone, madam, and also

It must be something you use daily, otherwise if you don’t use it for a while, the toxins will be metabolized by the body.”

Seeing that he was determined, everyone stopped talking and allowed him to search around.

Time passed by, and Chen Ji picked up a box of rouge.

"Madam, may I use this rouge when dressing up recently?" He looked at the rouge box in his hand, which was inlaid with butterfly-shaped white mother-of-pearl, as exquisite as a work of art.

Concubine Jing shook her head: "I have stopped using these things since I became pregnant, for fear of being harmful to the fetus."

Chen Ji put down the rouge box and scanned the items one by one, but still couldn't find any clues.

Gradually, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Where? Where exactly?

At this moment, he is constantly thinking about every clue in his mind. This is his chance to survive!

I don't know how long it took, but Concubine Jing finally ran out of patience: "I thought you had it all in mind, but I didn't expect you were just making a fool of yourself. It's just that you were boasting because you were afraid. Don't be afraid of being beaten to death by dragging you out.

Ten strokes of the cane will suffice."

Concubine Yun, who had been sitting upright, also lost interest and stood up slowly: "I'm tired, go back and rest."

"Wait a minute," Chen Ji suddenly picked up a blue cup.

The cup is as blue as sea water, and surrounded by a touch of green like ethereal clouds, it is so beautiful that it seems as if it does not belong to this world.

Concubine Jing sat up straight and asked doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with this cup?"

Chen Ji asked seriously: "Madam, is there a metallic taste in your mouth that can't be eliminated even by gargling?"

Concubine Jing was surprised: "How do you know? Is this a symptom of poisonous hair?"

Chen Ji finally let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body suddenly relaxed from the high tension: "It's lead poisoning."

Aunt Chunrong was confused: "What do you mean? I have never heard of it."

"I mean, this cup is poisonous."

Lead poisoning is very unfamiliar to people of this era, but the traces are not unfamiliar at all.

The scientific name of this cup is the lead-barium glass cup. It is a kind of vessel that appeared when glass technology was just born in ancient times. The earliest record of its use can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. Its beauty transcends the entire era and is loved by nobles.

But although this cup is beautiful, it contains poison. Adults may need to use it for many years before problems occur, but the amount of poison is fatal to a fetus.

At this time, Concubine Yun's eyes were full of energy and she looked at Chen Ji with great interest: When the young man said that there was a metallic taste in Concubine Jing's mouth, Concubine Jing's performance showed that the young man had really found the cause of the poisoning!

Concubine Jing thought: "This cup belongs to me..."

Chen Ji hurriedly said: "Madam, the source of the poison has been found. As for where the cup came from, it has nothing to do with me. Can I go back now? I'm sorry for the offence tonight."

Concubine Jing was silent for a moment: "Where did Imperial Physician Yao find a disciple like you who knows how to advance and retreat? Don't worry, today you help me find the culprit who killed the child. I will be grateful in the future, and no one in Wanxing Garden will make things difficult for you."

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Although the culprit was found, she had just experienced the pain of losing her son and it was difficult to be happy.

Concubine Yun said softly and gently: "Fortunately, my sister found the source of the poisoning, otherwise it would be dangerous if she continued to drink from this cup. Hey, I remember that this cup was sent by your mother-in-law, right? During the Spring Festival Poetry Party banquet,

You even took it out specifically for Mrs. Liu Viscountess to watch."

Concubine Jing's complexion changed slightly.

In the delicate atmosphere of Wanxing Garden, Chen Ji did not dare to say a word. He could only lower his head and quietly look at the environment with his peripheral vision.

The black cat and the white cat were still fighting. To be precise, the black cat was being beaten from east to west, and from west to east. The black cat was too small and had no power to fight back.

How miserable.

It’s not easy for cats in deep mansions either…

Wait, Chen Ji didn't know if it was his imagination. He always felt that the black cat was on the way to escape and would look at his sleeves from time to time.

Aunt Xitang, who was beside Concubine Yun, whispered: "Madam, it's time for us to go and rest."

With that said, she picked up the white cat and prepared to leave.

Chen Ji was stunned. It turned out that the white cat belonged to Concubine Yun and the black cat belonged to Concubine Jing.

The mission of this white cat seems to be to beat up the black cat.

"Don't disturb my sister's rest." Concubine Yun stood up calmly: "Try not to go out during this period, just take a good rest."

Concubine Jing was silent for a moment: "Thank you, sister."

Concubine Yun smiled and turned around, saying to a young maid: "Wedding cake, go and deliver it to this one...your name is Chen Ji, right?"

Chen Ji lowered his head: "Yes, Chen Ji."

"Go ahead and take him back to the hospital with wedding cakes."

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…

When we left Wanxingyuan, it was already midnight, an ugly hour.

A layer of sweat on the old trace's back was blown by the autumn wind, and he suddenly felt cold. He followed closely behind the wedding cake girl, fearing that walking too slowly would cause trouble.

Tonight's calamity was not a fluke, but it made him a little melancholy.

On the rickety green train heading to BJ, his father once told him the story of the suspected decline of ancient Rome due to lead poisoning. It was also from that time that he learned about the dangers of lead poisoning, and also knew that if he wanted to use it in ancient times,

The utensils are gorgeous, and many of them require lead craftsmanship, so lead poisoning was particularly common in ancient times.

The wedding cake was wearing a light yellow skirt, and her steps were as light as an oriole. But the girl seemed to have been trained, and when she walked, the walking stick on her head didn't even sway much.

The huge back house was still busy with people coming and going. The slaves and maids greeted the wedding cake one after another, showing a high status.

Different from the low-spirited servants of Wan Xing Yuan's "Spring" generation, Wedding Cake always returns gifts with a cheerful smile and is in a good mood.

As the wedding cake was walking, she suddenly asked: "Do you think the person who gave that cup to Concubine Jing did it on purpose?"

Chen Ji did not answer, and did not dare to answer the question. He just smiled and pretended not to hear.

Seeing this, the wedding cake snorted: "Forget it if you don't tell me."

Before Chen Ji returned to the hospital, the wedding cake girl looked at him and said with a smile: "Tonight, your clothes were torn by the people from Wanxingyuan. Tomorrow I will go to the clothing bureau to customize two clothes for you! You must remember

Come on, my wife is the most generous in this palace. Being an apprentice in a medical clinic has no future. If you can win the favor of my wife, you will have a bright future."

Chen Ji thought for a moment: "Thank you, Mrs. Yunfei, for your kindness. You don't have to make clothes for me."

Wedding Cake rolled her eyes cutely: "Others want to win my wife's favor but they still don't get it. It's better for you to push it out. Don't refuse. My wife rewards you with something. How can you, a young apprentice, refuse it?"

Let’s go!”

The wedding cake turned around and left, while Chen Ji opened the door and walked into the hospital.

The moment he closed the door, he leaned against it and felt exhausted. Ever since he came to this world, crises had been constant, and he needed to be mentally alert to deal with them.

"Master's Six Yao Technique seems to be real," Chen Ji sighed, regardless of whether others believed in it or not, he already believed it.

This hexagram tonight is indeed very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will die without a burial place.

You will definitely not be able to enter the palace from now on, and you will have to stay away.

Chen Ji dragged his tired body and slowly moved to the backyard.

Standing next to the apricot tree, he heard the snores of She Dengke and Liu Quxing coming from the apprentice's dormitory. The two junior brothers were sleeping soundly.

No one is waiting for him to come back, and no one cares whether he will die in Prince Jing's palace.

There is no one in this world to help him, he only has himself.

While he was thinking, Chen Ji froze.

The flow of ice between his Dantian, which was several times more powerful than yesterday, was raging all over his body angrily. With just a snap of his fingers, Chen Ji felt that all his blood, muscles, and bones were frozen.

The art of carrying a stone and holding a pile!

Chen Ji struggled to stand in the yard and used the technique of carrying stones and holding piles to resist the ice flow.

But the ice flow did not shrink back to the Dantian like yesterday, it was just suppressed and no longer so restless.

The warm current surged out from the back of his waist, bit by bit with the ice current. Chen Ji could not move and could only maintain the posture of carrying the stone and holding the pile.

Fatigue and cold were intertwined, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. After a few breaths, he actually fell asleep standing next to the almond tree in this strange posture.

On the top of the almond tree, a crow alighted, silently watching the traces turn into a sculpture in the dark night.
Chapter completed!