The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 387 - Poisoning

"Acheng, how are you going to check?"

"I was just thinking..."

"Sister, brother-in-law, Xing'er forgot to tell you something. A few days ago, a diner wearing a bamboo hat insisted on going to the private room on the second floor and I happened to stop him. But for some reason, he lost consciousness afterwards. When he woke up again, he was in the corner on the second floor and the strange man was gone." The little girl stood at the door, pulling at the corner of her clothes, her face full of confusion.

Song Yunli and Feng Muyan looked at each other and saw understanding in each other's eyes.

Shui Mo Pavilion did not close that day but continued to welcome customers as if nothing had happened. However, after the incident in the morning, there were fewer diners.

After finishing the dishes, Xing'er sat by the stove and took a nap. There were several streaks of black dust on her originally fair face.

A ghostly figure flashed, and a white porcelain bottle appeared on the top of several dishes. The powder in the bottle fell onto the dishes.

"Brother, you are really fearless. You dare to be so arrogant even when the situation is so tense."

The hand holding the porcelain bottle paused, and the man in black wearing a hat turned around and looked towards the door.

"Feng Muyan! How are you? Hehe!" A low and hoarse voice sounded.

"Is it fun for you to do these despicable things instead of being a good ruler of your country?"

Feng Muyan's palm blew away the black-clothed man's hat and it fell to the ground. Cheng Xue's thousands of silk threads instantly fell off, startling Xing'er who was pretending to be asleep behind him and making her cry out softly.

Unexpectedly, Gu Liuqing not only did not feel embarrassed about being caught, but instead a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, I'm happy as long as I can make you unhappy."

That familiar smile made Feng Muyan's heart sink, and he turned and ran towards Song Yunli's room.

"boom!"

Song Yunli was so scared that the bowl of soup in her hand fell to the ground.

"Amu, what happened to you? You scared me."

"Li'er, did anyone come to your room just now?" Feng Muyan let out a long sigh.

Song Yunli shook her head in confusion, it was a pity that this bowl of tonic soup was gone.

When he saw the person who suddenly appeared behind Feng Muyan, the hairs on his body stood up.

Gu Liuqing walked in with a bowl of steaming pork rib soup, and sat down at the table in a familiar manner.

"Gu Liuqing, what do you mean!" Feng Muyan asked gritting his teeth.

"Isn't this a restaurant? Guests are welcome. I plan to stay here for a month." After he finished speaking, he took out a dozen silver bills from his pocket and threw them on the table, which made Song Yunli instantly think of the term nouveau riche.

Feng Muyan's eyes twitched. Without saying a word, he grabbed the banknotes on the table with one hand, grabbed Gu Liuqing's collar with the other hand and dragged him out. He had seen people poaching people, but he had never seen someone poaching so arrogantly. If he didn't have a good fight with him today, he would not be called Feng Muyan.

Soon, the sound of fists and feet were heard outside the door.

Song Yunli got out of bed with her stomach supported, walked slowly to the table, picked up the pork rib soup on the table and took a sip, her eyes narrowed into a line with happiness.

Suddenly, he remembered that two people were fighting outside the door, so he walked to the door with the pork rib soup, leaned against the door frame and started eating, while his eyes did not forget to scan the battle situation not far away.

When Song Yunli finished the pork rib soup in her hand, the two men were still fighting. Although the winner was still unclear for the time being, Feng Muyan was obviously in the upper hand, so Song Yunli stopped worrying about him and turned back to her room to rest.

Half an hour later, Gu Liuqing was sent to the yamen by Feng Muyan.

"Who is this gentleman?"

Seeing Feng Muyan wearing a fine brocade robe, the fat and big-eared county magistrate hurriedly stood up and politely bowed to greet him. His eyes, which were already small to begin with, were squeezed into a line by the fat on his face.

"Feng is the manager of Shui Mo Pavilion."