To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 307 Poison

  Qian Shangshu did come here after hearing the news.

  Since Governor Luo had an accident, the charges have not yet been settled, and it is not easy to go to a wine shop for a while.

   Involving the rebellious minister is not a joke.

   In this way, can you not be greedy?

   To be honest, he is a little envious of Lao Zhao, who can eat free meals in a restaurant every day.

   "Brother Qian is too enthusiastic. There is a big difference between what the Criminal Ministry and the Ministry of Industry do, so I won't bother you." Zhao Shangshu politely refused, feeling a little anxious.

   If the old money doesn't leave, Miss Luo will come.

   Once Ms. Luo comes, the old money will definitely not leave.

  Qian Shangshu was not convinced.

  Also there is a big difference between what the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Industry do. In his opinion, it is because Lao Zhao's face is a bit big.

  Can't he take the seat of Minister of Justice? Those troublesome things were not done by Lao Zhao.

  Zhao Shangshu glanced at Qian Shangshu's expression, and knew that the old guy was not convinced, so he sneered three times in his heart.

   Heh, not convinced?

  What's the use of being unconvinced, anyway, he has a capable right-hand man, and Lao Qian doesn't.

  At this moment, a government official rushed to report: "My lord, Miss Luo is here."

   Zhao Shangshu raised his foot and walked past the yamen servant.

  Leaving Qian Shangshu in a daze, he couldn't help asking the yamen servant in a low voice: "Why is Miss Luo coming, and you adults still have to go to greet her in person?"

  Even if he came, he wouldn't have such a big face.

  The yamen servant lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "We adults are used to moving around when we are tired from doing things."

   Do you want him to say that Master Shang Shu is worried about others and insists on picking up the food box himself?

  Qian Shangshu silently chased after him.

   Hearing what the yamen servant said, he understood.

   As soon as Qian Shangshu caught up, he saw Luo Sheng handing a food box to Zhao Shangshu.

  Zhao Shangshu carried the food box, and walked back with a little difficulty.

   "Brother Zhao, let me carry it for you."

   "No need!" Zhao Shangshu sensed that his tone was a bit fierce, and his face wrinkled with a smile, "It's quite heavy, and I will feel sorry for being tired Brother Qian."

"Brother Zhao's words are off the charts. With our friendship, I'm afraid I'll be tired?" Qian Shangshu followed the footsteps of his old friend, his eyes fixed on the food box, "This is the food box, I see it was given by Miss Luo come..."

   "Ah." Zhao Shangshu thought to himself that it really came, and responded vaguely.

   "It must be a restaurant's wine and food. Hey, it's better to come early than coincidentally. I'm lucky."

  Zhao Shangshu: "..." Shameless old thief! Is this a coincidence? It was clearly stepping on the spot!

  However, people are here, can they still be driven out? I can only reluctantly share with them.

  The yamen servant who led Luo Sheng to the dungeon was no less excited than the two ministers.

   It is impossible to be reserved, and my eyes are almost glued to the cloth bag that the girl is carrying.

   Today's cloth bag looks bigger than before, and it looks delicious.

  Luo Sheng took out an oiled paper bag and handed it over: "I made crispy roast chicken today, brother, try it."

   One hand quickly took the oiled paper bag, and the voice was full of enthusiasm: "Thank you, Miss Luo."

   Coming to the entrance of the dungeon, Luo Sheng handed the food box to the jailer as usual.

   Along with it, besides the silver, there was also an oiled paper package.

   "Just wait." The jailer put away the oily paper bag wrapped in the roast chicken, and walked in with the food box.

  The food box was tightly covered, so there was no aroma, but the jailer knew how delicious the food inside was.

  Of course, he has never tasted the food in the food box, but he has tasted the meat buns.

  Walking in the dimly lit dungeon with a heavy food box, the jailer thought: The food is so delicious, why doesn’t he try it.

   Once this idea came together, I couldn't stop it.

  The jailer stopped and opened the food box grandly.

  The top layer is the stewed meat platter, the thin braised beef, the beautiful duck tongue, the soft, waxy and fragrant elbow slices...

   The jailer took a sip, and another, and another...

   One mouthful after another, and then realized that the plate of lo mei had bottomed out.

  The jailer froze for a moment, threw the top empty plate on the ground casually, closed the lid of the food box and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

   It would have been nice if the crimes of Chief Superintendent Luo had been settled as soon as possible. After they were settled, he would have to be locked up in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice for a period of time before beheading. By then, all the delicacies sent by Miss Luo would be in his stomach.

  As for now, I still need to restrain myself.

   "Lord Luo, your daughter has brought you food." Standing outside the fence, the jailer shouted angrily.

   Eat, eat, eat, a dying person still has the mood to eat so much, what a waste of good things.

   Governor Luo could hear the change in the jailer's tone, but he didn't bother to argue with it.

  He has been the commander of the Jinlin Guard for so many years, and he has seen many such people.

  Entering this kind of place, if there is a bit of politeness at the beginning, it will be exhausted day by day, and in the end there is only coldness left, and the prisoner is not treated as a human being.

   Taking the food box, Governor Luo subconsciously frowned.

   Today's food box is lighter.

  He couldn't help but glance at the jailer, and his eyes fell on the jailer's greasy mouth.

  The jailer became more and more impatient: "What is Master Luo looking at?"

   "It's nothing." Governor Luo calmly withdrew his gaze.

  The little devil is hard to deal with, he doesn't want to offend such a thing, so he turns around and spits in the food that Sheng'er gave him.

  Opening the food box, there is obviously a layer missing inside.

  All the bowls and plates were laid out, and the bottom one was a can of soup.

  Governor Luo passed out the food box, and the jailer felt distressed when he carried the empty food box, and left with a sullen face.

  The governor Luo opened the cage drawer, and there were still six meat buns arranged in the shape of plum blossoms in the cage drawer.

  He picked up the meat bun in the middle and took a small bite.

  In the past few days, the word "wait" can be eaten every time from the meat buns. Will it be different today?

  From a rational point of view, a little girl like Sheng'er can't change anything in just a few days, but as long as she is human, who can't be curious and expectant.

  The familiar feeling of touching a hard object reappeared, and Governor Luo quietly spit out small bone fragments.

   There was still only one word on the bone fragment, but the moment Governor Luo saw the word clearly, his face suddenly changed.

  The word "poison" is impressively engraved on it.

   Governor Luo stared at the word, his heart churning.

   It has been "waiting" for several days, but today it has become "poison", what does Sheng Er mean?

  Could it be that someone planned to poison him, but Sheng'er noticed it?

  Governor Luo quickly denied this speculation.

Using the bone fragments hidden in the steamed buns to send messages began after Sheng'er came to visit him, and Sheng'er has no ability to predict, even with the help of King Kaiyang, it is impossible to know that someone is going to give him a message at that time. Poison.

  Perhaps... Shenger has another meaning.

   Governor Luo glanced over the bowls and plates one by one, and finally landed on the pot of soup.

  That is a bowl of pork belly soup.

   The homonym of "belly" and "poison"—

   Governor Luo's eyebrows twitched, and the guess in his heart became clearer: Did Sheng'er imply to him that this pot of pork belly soup was poisonous?

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)