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Chapter 9 The Poisonous Scorpion in the Purse

Seeing that Song Baoling's little palm had turned black, Jun Tingsheng grabbed the little guy's fleshy hand in desperation, wrapped his mouth around the wound on her palm, and sucked out the venom inside.

"Little uncle, you can't... be dangerous!"

Watching Jun Tingsheng save himself regardless of danger, Song Baoling tried to reject him with his remaining consciousness.

However, before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she had already fainted in Jun Tingsheng's arms.

Mrs. Song next to her was terrified, and hurriedly shouted to Nurse Jing beside her, "Quickly, go and invite the doctor!"

"Yes!"

Mother Jing was also frightened, and hurriedly responded, and then hurried out of the mansion with the two little maids.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng spit out a puddle of black blood, Mrs. Song nervously squeezed the leading crutch in her hand, feeling very worried, but she was also afraid of affecting Jun Tingsheng.

It wasn't until the blood spit out from his mouth turned red that Mrs. Song heaved a sigh of relief.

"My lord, is Linger alright?"

Mrs. Song trembled and looked at Jun Tingsheng in a panic.

Brother Chuan will be back soon, and he must not let him come back without seeing his own son.

Jun Tingsheng hugged Song Baoling whose complexion had improved, took out an antidote pill from his arms and stuffed it into her mouth. He was slightly relieved after watching her swallow it.

"Old lady, don't worry, Ling'er is fine!"

"That's good!"

Mrs. Song nodded, and immediately set her eyes on the purse on the table.

"Guard Liang, please open it and see what's in this purse?"

Liang Yi glanced at Jun Tingsheng, who was sitting beside him, and saw him nodding, before he opened his purse, and a poisonous scorpion suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

In the small flower hall, there was an uproar in an instant.

"Oh my god, it turned out to be a poisonous scorpion, who is so vicious, hiding a scorpion in his purse."

"Miss is so young, she definitely won't hide the scorpion in her purse, isn't that hurting herself?"

"Who is that? The young lady seems to be very concerned about this purse?"

The servants at the bottom talked to each other, but Jing Wan'er on the side looked at the purse in fear.

She has a purse for Linger, please help to give it to Jun Tingsheng.

But the purse in Liang Yi's hand was clearly not embroidered by himself.

"I see, this is from cousin Jing to sister Linger."

While everyone was guessing, Song Lianmu suddenly came out from behind the curtain. He was young, with a fierce face that didn't match his age.

"By the lake in the back garden today, Cousin Jing once handed over a purse to Sister Linger, and asked Sister Linger to pass it on to the Crown Prince."

"It must be cousin Jing who wanted to harm the son, but she didn't expect to make sister Ling'er a scapegoat."

"To shut up!"

Jun Tingsheng suddenly snarled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Ling'er take it easy now, don't talk nonsense, be careful I'll let someone sew your mouth shut."

Song Lianmu was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly hid behind Li Shi.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Jun Tingsheng paid no attention to Song Lianmu, and cast his cold eyes on Jing Wan'er, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Miss Jing, is what Song Lianmu said true?"

Jing Wan'er was already afraid, but now that Song Lianmu was testifying, she couldn't argue for a moment.

"My son, the minnv did give Ling'er a purse, but the minnv did not put poison in the purse. Moreover, the purse that Linger gave you was not embroidered by the minnv."

"Why did you send the purse to Ling'er?"

Jun Tingsheng squinted his eyes slightly, and frowned slightly with his sword eyebrows that had sunk into his temples. Thinking of her motives, a flash of disgust flashed in his heart.

Facing the questioning, Jing Wan'er immediately lowered her head, faltering and hawing, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"If you can't say it, I don't mind asking you to go to a place, let you think about it, and then talk about it when you think it through."

The icy voice, like the millennium frost, faintly floated into Jing Wan'er's heart.

Shocked, she raised her skirt and knelt in front of Jun Tingsheng.

"Master Wan'er spared her life. It was Wan'er's whim, and asked Master to spare Wan'er's life. But the purse that Wan'er gave to Linger's sister is really not like this. Please trust Wan'er."

Although Jing Wan'er didn't say a word about her intentions, her behavior has already proved everything about herself.

What's more, in ancient times, women gave men purses because they wanted to associate with men.

A purse is a woman's personal belongings. Under normal circumstances, a woman will only give it to someone she likes. If a man accepts it, it means that the man is also interested in the woman, and it can be regarded as a token of affection.

However, the ladies of ordinary rich families cannot do such meng lang's things.

Jing Wan'er really fell in love with Jun Tingsheng at first sight, so she asked Ling'er to hand over the purse to him regardless of shame.

Who would have thought such a thing would happen.

At this moment, Jing Wan'er regretted it to death.

Jun Tingsheng didn't accept his wishes, and now his younger sister Ling'er was poisoned, and his reputation was ruined. Who would dare to marry her in the future.

Jing Wan'er was crying uncontrollably, wishing she could find a pillar and die.

Jun Tingsheng already knew it, so he withdrew his eyes coldly, and looked down at Song Baoling who had not yet woken up in his arms, his eyes softened a lot.

"Miss Jing, the most important thing to be a human being is to be self-aware, and a daughter's family should be more reserved. I don't want such things to happen in the future, I hope you can remember."

If it wasn't for the little guy shouting one after another, Jun Tingsheng would have thrown Jing Wan'er out of Xuanpinghou's mansion long ago.

Jing Wan'er knew that she had done something wrong, and kept crying, but there were so many people in the house, but no one sympathized with her.

"Uncle..."

Song Baoling opened his eyes, saw a handsome and clear face, and immediately raised the corners of his mouth, revealing two sweet dimples, "This matter has nothing to do with Sister Wan'er. Sister Wan'er didn't intend to harm you, her purse There's nothing in it."

Song Baoling tugged on Jun Tingsheng's clothes, looking at him pitifully.

"Don't blame her!"

"Little uncle knows!" Jun Tingsheng held the little guy's hand, his face full of pity, "Liang Yi, investigate this matter thoroughly. The third son of Song seems to know this matter very well, why not start with the third son of Song .”

Liang Yi glanced at Song Lianmu standing in the corner, just in time to meet the panic flashing in his eyes, and immediately responded: "Yes!"

"Song San Gongzi, can I trouble you to tell me something you know?"

Song Lianmu shrank and hid behind Li Shi, facing Liang Yi and said, "I said it just now, didn't you hear clearly?"

"Third Young Master, please cooperate. My family's eldest son is also doing it for your own good. If this matter is handed over to Shuntian Prefecture in Beijing for investigation, you may not be so comfortable."

Liang Yi kindly persuaded him.

Li Shi suddenly leaned forward with his waist thrust forward, and he was so frightened that he immediately took a step back.

"You don't understand what my son is saying? He said that it was Jing Wan'er's purse for Ling'er, and asked her to hand it over to Shi Ziye. Why do you have to say it again?"

Liang Yi naturally knew this, but since he wanted to investigate, he naturally started with the most obvious clues.

"Second Madam, please don't take offense, I just follow the rules."

(End of this chapter)