A prostitute of rebirth

Chapter 87 It's not that easy to poison me to death (10)
She loves this kind of peaceful life more and more. She reads books, writes and writes in her free time without distractions. It's a pity that the current situation does not allow her to enjoy this kind of life. There are not a few people around who stare at their mother and daughter.

Only two days later, Wan'er found the right opportunity and poisoned Murong Xiaoxiao again. She knew that if she didn't do this kind of thing, she would have trouble sleeping and eating. Anyway, the second lady said that she had a way to keep herself out of it. When the matter is over, she can go to Mingxiang Pavilion to be a big maid.

Wan'er thought innocently, but she didn't know that the nightmare had come quietly.

In the evening, the sunset dyed the sky red, and the violet clouds in the sky were like the magic of tulips. Linglong and the maids of Xiaoyin Pavilion brought Murong Xiaoxiao's dinner to Xiaoyin Pavilion.

When pots of dishes were put on the table, Murong Xiaoxiao unexpectedly left everyone behind. In the middle of the table, a large pot of ginseng chicken soup was steaming hot and full of fragrance. Just mouth watering.

"Linglong, serve everyone a bowl of chicken soup, so much, I can't drink it alone." Murong smiled and ordered.

"Yes, Miss." Linglong took the order and filled a bowl for everyone.

Everyone was overjoyed at the sudden reward, except Wan'er and Shuiyao.

Murong smiled and looked at Wan'er's expression from the corner of her eye, and saw that when she heard that she was drinking chicken soup, her face suddenly turned pale. In the pot of chicken soup, there was arsenic she planted in it. How dare she eat it? , eat is not to die?

Linglong has been stewing chicken soup in the kitchen since the afternoon. She managed to find a time when Linglong left, and sneaked in to poison when no one in the kitchen noticed. Who would have thought that she would share it with them now, Wan'er This time, my heart was so frightened that it rose to my throat.

And Shuiyao snorted proudly, but also took the bowl that Linglong handed to her. This ginseng chicken soup is what the masters eat. How could they have such a life now? Eat, don't eat for nothing, but it also makes her hate the injustice of the heavens, why Murong Xiaoxiao can be the master, but she can only be a third-class maid and be ordered around.

"Miss Xie San." Pan'er and Tianqiao expressed their happiness on their faces, and thanked Murong with a smile while holding a bowl.

Xin'er raised an arc that was so small that it was almost invisible, and said without emotion: "My servant thanked the third miss."

Murong smiled and took the bowl Linglong gave her, and said: "I'm not a person who doesn't remember good things. I will share good things with you in the future. I hope you will treat me sincerely, otherwise...don't blame me for not being good." Remember the love of master and servant."

What she said secretly meant that Wan'er heard it, and Wan'er's hand holding the soup bowl began to tremble involuntarily.

"Huh? Wan'er, what's the matter with you, why are you shaking like this?" Murong asked with concern, smiling as if puzzled.

Wan'er raised her head suddenly, looked at Murong with a pale face and smiled, and said anxiously: "No... slave is fine." She tried her best to restrain her trembling hands, but her hands trembled even more.

"Since it's okay, let's drink the soup." Murong smiled as if she didn't notice Wan'er's strangeness, and said to herself. Seeing that Wan'er was holding a bowl, she didn't intend to drink, so she said: "Wan'er Son, don’t be dazed, drink the soup, it won’t taste good when it’s cold.”

"The servant will drink later."

Wan'er suddenly had the illusion that Murong Xiaoxiao was trying to fight against her on purpose, why did Miss San fight against her, did she know that there was something wrong with the chicken soup?Thinking of this, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of her feet and rushed into her limbs. She quickly waved away the thought in her heart. It was impossible. She was very careful. She didn't show any abnormality at the end, she couldn't possibly know that she was poisoned.

Although she kept persuading herself, the fear in Wan'er's heart did not decrease in the slightest.

The rest of the people also looked sideways and looked at Wan'er in confusion. Her expression was really weird. It was a good thing that the third lady shared chicken soup with them, but she looked like she was going to die.

"This chicken soup, you have to drink it now. It tastes the most delicious when it's hot. You'll have to pay for it." Murong smiled and continued, the long eyelashes formed a beautiful arc under her eyes, and Qingshui's pupils shone brightly. flash.

"No...don't." Wankou blurted out, she didn't want to drink this bowl of chicken soup, if she drank it, it would mean she was going to die.

When everyone's attention was focused on Murong Xiaoxiao and Wan'er, no one noticed that Linglong who was standing by the side suddenly disappeared.

"No?" All of a sudden, Murong Xiaoxiao's face darkened, and he shot her fierce eyes at Wan'er, like a sharp knife, killing her with a knife: "Wan'er, what do you mean by that? You dislike my chicken soup."

Seeing that Murong smiled and changed his face, Wan'er knelt down in a panic: "Miss San, forgive me, this is not what I mean."

"It doesn't mean that, what does that mean? You are afraid that I will poison you in the soup."

Hearing this, Wan'er's face became paler, and the rest of the people suddenly felt suspicious. They couldn't help but look a little weird when they looked at the soup. Wan'er has been refusing to drink chicken soup. Could it be that there is something weird in this soup? Miss really poisoned the soup?
But will it?Why did Miss San poison them?This is not in line with common sense.

Although everyone can't figure it out, one thing is certain is that there is something wrong with this soup, otherwise, how could Wan'er have such an expression? At the moment, everyone became anxious, and some people who were holding spoons also put them down. Although the soup smells delicious, you can't make fun of your own life.

"Miss San, this servant doesn't think so." Wan'er was impatient, and hurriedly argued, her heart fluttered.

"Since there isn't, why don't you drink it?" Murong asked in a low voice with a smile, he was no longer as careless as before, and there was a trace of chill in his words.

Wan'er didn't want to admit it any more, but she had to realize clearly that the third lady must have known something, so she was aggressive towards her. Now that she was on the verge of riding a tiger, she could only grit her teeth to the end. Anyway, the third lady had no evidence, so she couldn't prove anything.

After making up her mind, Wan'er couldn't help gaining confidence, and her trembling body gradually calmed down. She looked at Murong with a smile and said, "Miss San is worrying too much, this servant has no other thoughts. It's just that ginseng chicken soup is a precious thing for slaves, so slaves want to save it and drink it slowly, savoring it carefully."

(End of this chapter)