An Ning was weighing the pros and cons in her mind, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the emperor's gaze sweeping towards him.

An Ning's heart skipped a beat and she knelt down on the ground: "Holy, Your Majesty..."

"The third child has something else for you to convey?"

The emperor's uncontrollable words made An Ning's heart skip a beat and she kowtowed: "I do want to speak, but it is not what His Highness told me."

The emperor raised his eyelids and looked at An Ning lying on the ground coldly: "Say."

Cold sweat dripped down his face and fell onto the reed mat, and An Ning couldn't stop shivering all over.

If this matter is revealed, there is no guarantee that the emperor will not take off his head in anger.

But if King Su is really allowed to ascend the throne, and his previous speech for King Duan is known to King Su, he will not escape death!

Now I just hope that the emperor can spare his life for the sake of following him for so many years.

An Ning gritted her teeth and spoke with a slightly trembling voice: "Your Majesty, you have been feeling chilly recently. It's not because of the cold wind invading your body."

The emperor's sharp inspection only made peace feel like a ray of light on his back, and his heart felt like a drum. It seemed that several seasons had passed before he heard a sound like rolling thunder,

"An Ning, do you know what it is to deceive the emperor?"

An Ningtou wished he could stick it into the ground: "You should be punished for deceiving the emperor! Every word Dannu said is true, and I dare not say half a lie! Your Majesty, you are in the prime of life, and it is the time when your energy and blood are strong and your body is strong.

, but over the past few months, I have become more and more afraid of the cold like an octogenarian. This is not just due to wind evil entering the body, but actually caused by His Highness King Su making people eat snow and stone powder as royal meals for many years!"

An Ning finished speaking in one breath as if he was risking his life. He knocked his head deeply on the reed mat and did not dare to move at all. Even his breathing was subconsciously held back.

"Crack!"

The porcelain was shattered, and the warm tea soup mixed with fine porcelain slag splashed on his face. An Ning shivered in shock on his hands, but he didn't dare to move at all.

A pair of hands clamped tightly on An Ning's neck, forcing him to raise his head.

What caught his eye were the emperor's scarlet eyes, and his usually upright and majestic face was distorted by anger.

The emperor's voice was low and hoarse, like a tiger ready to attack, showing its murderous intent: "An Ning, I think you are tired of living!"

The emperor's hand tightened, and An Ning's breath suddenly became stagnant.

The strong sense of suffocation suddenly amplified the fear in An Ning's heart. His survival instinct made him unconsciously reach out to scratch the hand holding his neck. The remaining trace of reason allowed him to use his last breath to argue with difficulty: "Slave... absolutely

Don’t dare to...have half...a half sentence...false words!"

The emperor's eyes suddenly shrank, and his hand became stronger.

An Ning was immediately speechless, only whimpering as he struggled to catch his breath.

After a while, the sobs became weaker, and An Ning's scratching hands gradually lost strength.

The emperor's knuckles holding An Ning's neck turned white and the veins were like wrinkles. He saw that An Ning's lips and cheeks were turning purple, and he could kill him with just a little more strength.

But at the last moment, the emperor let go, threw the person to the ground, flicked his sleeves, and stared intently at An Ning, who was lying on the ground coughing, with a gloomy face: "Since you knew about this, why didn't you say anything at that time?

"

Suddenly I felt breathless, my lungs were sore with the sudden rush of air, and I lay on the ground coughing with snot and tears flying everywhere.

When he heard the emperor's question, he wiped away the tears on his face, coughed and kowtowed while coughing at his hoarse throat: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing! Thank you, Your Majesty, for not killing! Slave...

I know this, cough cough... cough... it also happened in this... one or two days..."

Looking at the toes approaching her in the field of vision, An Ning suddenly trembled all over. He lay on the ground, tightened his neck, buried his head in his chest and abdomen, stared at the inch of land in front of him, kept kowtowing, and kept shouting: "Holy Lord

Spare your life!"

A foot stepped heavily on his shoulder, causing An Ning to dare not move any more. His pleas for mercy were silenced and he huddled up. Where could he still have the majesty of the Ouchi manager in front of others?

"What you just learned in the past two days? There is no proof, how dare you frame it on the prince?"

The emperor's suppressed angry voice sounded above his head, making An Ning's neck choke, as if a pair of big hands were pinching his neck, making him unable to breathe.

"Slave... slave... I don't dare to deceive the Holy One, let alone slander the prince..."

An Ning's voice was high-pitched but choked with difficulty. Every word she spoke, she used great strength to finish, "A few days ago, the sixth prince suddenly contracted a cold... and died young.

The Queen... doesn't believe that the Sixth Prince... would suddenly catch a cold, and feels strange..."

At this point, An Ning paused, stretched out his head a little, caught a glimpse of the emperor's toes, and quickly took it back, "The sixth prince's... symptoms before the cold were... just... the same as yours.

Afraid of cold, afraid of wind... I asked the imperial doctor to see me, and they all said... It was said that the cold autumn weather and weak spleen and stomach led to physical weakness..."

An Ning swallowed, moistened her dry throat, opened her mouth, but was unable to speak any more.

At that moment, the emperor released his foot from his shoulder, flicked his sleeves, swept the teapot and cups on the table to the floor, turned around and said, "Continue talking."

An Ning quietly raised her head and saw that the emperor's back was turned to her. He quickly climbed a few steps, picked up the teapot that was still rolling on the reed mat, poured the remaining tea in the pot into his mouth, and swallowed in large gulps. Only then did he feel as if his throat was blocked.

The feeling of being pressed against something hard dissipates.

Respectfully holding the teapot and setting it straight, An Ning knelt down again, buried her head on the ground and buried her chest. She spoke again, and her words were smooth: "The empress sensed something fishy, ​​so she asked someone to check the imperial dining room. Then...then...then...

"

An Ning hesitated, hoping to get the emperor's permission to continue.

But the emperor just remained silent. He did not speak, and neither did the emperor.

Peace of mind sank to the bottom.

He knew that after today, he was afraid that he would no longer be trusted by the emperor.

An Ning calmed down the many distracting thoughts in her heart. She changed her previous trembling panic. She straightened up and bowed to the ground solemnly. Apart from the hoarseness caused by the discomfort in her throat, she no longer trembled or hesitated when she spoke: "Then the Queen found out that

Someone had sprinkled snowstone powder on the Sixth Prince's food. He ate it continuously for a month, which completely ruined the Sixth Prince's heart and soul. This made the Sixth Prince weak and afraid of the cold. If he blew a little cool breeze, he would feel the cold and could not get sick.

"

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief. The steaming heat from the strong earth dragon in Xinde Hall made his throat burn with pain, but he had no chance to take another sip of water. "Because Your Majesty, your symptoms are too similar to those of the Sixth Prince.

After careful investigation, I learned that you have been taking snow stone powder for more than two months. If you were not in the prime of life and in good health, I'm afraid..."

An Ning closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and finally said the rebellious words: "I'm afraid, like the sixth prince, you will die of illness."

There was a loud "bang-dong" sound, and the carved ebony table on the couch was knocked over heavily and hit the clear porcelain teapot that An Ning had helped up earlier.

Broken porcelain and sawdust flying.

An Ning lowered his head and did not move at all.

"The queen interrogated the people in the imperial kitchen?"
Chapter completed!