"The reason why Concubine Jing gave birth was due to chronic poisoning."

The sound of Chen Ji was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, stirring up countless splashes of water.

Even the incense ash mist burning in the copper incense burner on the tea table was originally floating straight up to the roof, but it was suddenly disordered.

Mama Chunrong took a step forward: "Are you sure? My wife's miscarriage was indeed caused by someone who poisoned her? She said, who poisoned her!"

There was a sound of mattress rubbing behind the screen, and Jingfei seemed to sit up on the bed.

The four healthy servants beside Chen Ji unconsciously let go and no longer dragged them hard.

Everyone was waiting for his answer.

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

But in this dead end, if he doesn't say anything amazing, he will die in the Jing Palace.

Concubine Jing behind the screen said in confusion: "Are you sure I was poisoned?"

Chen Ji did not answer. He just slowly tidied up his embarrassed clothes and asked calmly: "Apart from Mrs. Jingfei, are there anyone else in Wanxingyuan who feels unwell?"

Mama Chunrong shook her head: "No, even the maid in the palace has records of daily life. If someone is unwell, he must not enter Wanxingyuan, so as not to pass the disease to the fetus."

After thinking for a while, Chen Ji turned to look at the screen, "Madam, can I find clues in your room?"

"Rareless," said Madam Xitang next to Concubine Yun angrily: "How can you, a man from a house outside, search inside Concubine Jing's house? What kind of decent..."

Concubine Jing interrupted, "If you want to find it, just look for it. If you can really find the culprit that killed my child, what's wrong with rummaging on it? Chunhua, ask the little doctor from the clinic to go out first. Chunrong, pack up my clothes, dress me up before asking him to come in to check it out."

This is the dignity of a noble man, and it has also bought some time for Chen Ji to think about clues.

Chunhua led Chen Ji downstairs, and she lowered her voice anxiously and asked, "Is anyone really poisoned?"

Under the night, Chen Ji stood by the fish pond in Wanxingyuan, watching the koi appear and looming in the dark water, but did not answer the question, but just pondered.

After a while, Mama Chunrong called him upstairs again.

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

She stared at Chen Ji with a pale face: "I just thought that you said that you had been poisoning for a long time. Could it be that Shinxiang was tampered with... "

"No," Chen Ji shook his head: "The incense of thread drifts everywhere. If you move around here, then Madam Chunrong should be in poor health. Therefore, the poisoner must use the items you use alone, and it must be something you use in daily life, otherwise if you don't use it for a while, the toxins will be metabolized by the body."

Seeing that he was sure, everyone stopped talking and let him search around.

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

"When my wife was dressing up recently, did she use this rouge?" He looked at the rouge box in his hand, which was embedded with butterfly-shaped white mother-of-pearl, which was exquisite like a work of art.

Concubine Jing shook her head: "I have stopped using these things since I was pregnant, for fear that they would be bad for the fetus."

Chen Ji put down the rouge box and glanced at him from one item after another, but he could not find any clues.

Gradually, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Where is it? Where is it?

At this moment, he kept thinking about every clue in his mind, and this was his chance to survive!

After a long time, Concubine Jing finally exhausted her patience: "I thought you were confident, but I didn't expect you to be accustomed to be mysterious. Forget it, I think you were boasting because of fear. Don't be afraid of being killed by a stick, just drag you out and take it ten times."

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

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

The cup is as blue as the sea water, and there is a touch of green like mist surrounding it, so beautiful that it does not belong to the world.

Concubine Jing sat upright and asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong with this cup?"

Chen Ji asked seriously: "Madam, does your mouth smell metallic, even if you rinse your mouth, it cannot be eliminated?"

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

Chen Ji finally breathed a long sigh, and his whole body suddenly relaxed from a high level of tension: "It was lead poisoning."

Mama Chunrong was puzzled: "What does it mean? I haven't heard of it."

"I mean, this cup is poisonous."

Lead poisoning is very unfamiliar to people of this era, but Chen Ji is not unfamiliar with it at all.

This cup is scientifically known as lead barium glass cup. It is a vessel that appeared when the glass craft was first born in ancient times. The earliest record of use can be traced back to the Han Dynasty. Its beauty is transcends the entire era and is loved by nobles.

But although this cup is beautiful, it hides poison. Adults may need to use it for many years before problems occur, but its toxicity is deadly for the fetus.

At this time, Concubine Yun's eyes were full of vigor and looked at Chen Ji with interest: When the young man said that Concubine Jing had a metallic smell in her mouth, Concubine Jing's performance had shown that the young man had really found the cause of the poisoning!

Concubine Jing thought, "This cup is me..."

Chen Ji hurriedly said, "Madam, the source of poison has been found. As for where the cup comes from, it has nothing to do with me. Can I go back now? I will be so offensive tonight, please forgive me."

Concubine Jing was silent for a moment: "Where did Doctor Yao find you, a disciple who knows how to advance and retreat? Don't worry, today you will help me find the culprit of killing the child. There will be a heavy thanks in the future. No one in the Wanxingyuan will make things difficult for you."

Although she found the culprit, 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 to continue drinking water with this cup. Hey, I remember this cup was sent by your family, right? During the Spring Festival Poetry Festival, you specially took it out for Viscountess Liu to watch."

Concubine Jing's expression changed slightly.

In the subtle atmosphere of Wanxingyuan, Chen Ji dared not say a word, so he could only lower his head and quietly look at the environment with his afterglow.

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

It's so miserable.

It is not easy to have cats in the deep courtyard...

Wait, Chen Ji didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that the black cat was escaping from time to time on his way to escape.

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

As she said that, she went to pick up the white cat and prepared to leave.

Chen Ji was silent. 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 the black cat.

"I won't disturb my sister's rest," Yun Fei 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, and said to a young maid: "Xi Bing, go and see this person off... Your name is Chen Ji, right?"

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

"Go, let's take him back to the clinic."

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...

When I left Wanxingyuan, it was already midnight and an ugly moment.

Chen Ji's back felt cold as a layer of sweat was blown by the autumn wind. He followed the wedding cake girl tightly, for fear that she would get some troubles if she walked slowly.

This disaster tonight was not a lucky chance, but it made him feel a little sad.

On the green train staggering towards BJ, my father told him the story of ancient Rome's suspected decline due to lead poisoning. He also knew from that time that the harm of lead poisoning was caused by lead poisoning. He also knew that if the utensils were to be bright in ancient times, many of them had to use lead technology, so the phenomenon of lead poisoning in ancient times was particularly widespread.

The wedding cake was wearing a light yellow skirt and his footsteps were as light as an oriole. But the girl seemed to have been trained. When she walked, the steps on her head did not shake much.

The huge back house was still busy and busy. When the servants saw the wedding cake, they saluted and had a high status.

Unlike the lowness of the servants of the "Chun" generation in Wanxingyuan, the wedding cake always smiles and returns the gifts to others, and is in a good mood.

As the wedding cake walked, he suddenly asked, "Do you think the person who gave that cup to Concubine Jing was intentional?"

Chen Ji did not answer, nor did he dare to answer this question, so he just smiled and thought he hadn't heard it.

Seeing this, Xibing snorted: "Let's forget it."

Before Chen Ji returned to the clinic, the girl Xipan looked at him and said with a smile: "Tonight your clothes were torn by the people from Wanxingyuan. I will go to the garment bureau to customize two pieces for you tomorrow! You have to remember that only my wife is the best in this palace. Being an apprentice in the clinic has no future. If you can win the favor of my wife, your future will be promising."

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

Xipan rolled her eyes cutely: "Others want my wife to be favored by her, but you can't get it. You're so good, you're pushing out. Don't refuse. My wife rewards you with something. You, a primary school apprentice, don't have the qualifications to refuse. You are gone!"

Xi Ping turned around and left, while Chen Ji pushed open the door and walked into the clinic.

The moment he closed the door, he leaned against the door and felt a burst of fatigue. Since he came to this world, the crisis has been going on for a while, and he needs to cheer up to deal with it.

"Master's Liu Yao technique seems real," Chen Ji sighed. He already believed it.

This hexagram tonight is indeed extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die without a place to bury it.

You must never enter the palace in the future, you have to stay away.

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

Standing next to the apricot tree, he heard She Dengke and Liu Quxing snoring from the apprentice's bedroom, and the two brothers were sleeping soundly.

No one was waiting for him to come back, and no one cared about whether he would die in Prince Jing's Mansion.

No one helps him in this world, he only himself.

While thinking, Chen Ji's whole body froze.

The ice flow between the dantian, which was several times more plentiful than yesterday, was raging around the body irritably. With just a blink of an eye, Chen Ji felt that his blood, muscles, and bones were completely frozen.

The technique of carrying a stone to hold a stake!

Chen Ji struggled to stand in the yard and put on the technique of carrying stones to hold stakes to resist the ice flow.

But Bingliu did not retract back to his dantian like yesterday, just being suppressed and no longer so restless.

The warm current surged from behind the waist, and was tug-of-warming with the ice flow bit by bit. Chen Ji could not move and could only keep the posture of holding a stake with a stone in his arms.

The feeling of fatigue and the cold were intertwined, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. After a few breaths, he fell asleep standing beside the apricot tree in such a strange posture.

A crow fell from the top of the apricot tree, silently watching Chenji turn into a sculpture in the dark night.
Chapter completed!