"You!" Qinger's little face flushes due to anger. She stamps, "How, how did I know you poisoned the soup? Whatever, you did it! You administered the poison to kill the emperor!"
"Really? Are you sure I poisoned the soup?" Qingge chuckles. Her calmness is vividly contrasted with Qinger's threatening gestures. Cangyun nods a little and pays more attention to her.
Clenching her teeth, Qinger kneels on the ground promptly and grumbles, "His majesty, it is the fact. I did not know she administered the poison. Otherwise, I'll never serve the dish for you."
"Ridiculous! Then I dare to ask, Your Majesty, what crime it is to fabricate facts and frame another person, which is an offense against the superior and a trick of deceiving the emperor? " A stout body comes out of the crowd. Qingge stands straight, with a brisk momentum. A cold flash shines through her eyes.
The aura of hellish sanguinariness spreads. Even Feng Lingyun can't help but to tremble a little and glances at Qingge puzzled. How come Qingge, who has never got out of the house, possesses such a strong murderous look?
But the aura flashes by too fast. He just feels as if his instinct is wrong and does not take it seriously.
"According to the laws of Cloud Country, people who fabricate facts and frame another person should be penalized with fifty-board strikes; people who offend the superior should be penalized with fifty-board strikes. People who deceive the emperor should be exiled to the border even if not put to execution." Silent Cangyun replies. He pants a little, with his face turning pale abnormally. His thin figure appears even more depressed.
Looking into Lord Cen's eyes, Qingge smiles faintly and nods a little to show gratitude.
Qinger's face turns red instead. She growls, "Feng Qingge, you are talking bosh! I frame you? It's slander! You frame me to make me punished by the emperor! What are you up to?"
"Sire, please excuse the Fengs' scandal. But Qinger's words are related to the safety of the Fengs so I just cannot stand by. First of all, the defense of the Fengs is definitely perfect. Every building has guards. Even a fly cannot enter, not to mention me sneaking in. Besides, the emperor's Tofu Soup with Chinese Cabbages is not poisonous at all. You can ask a physician to check it." Qingge stands on the red carpet with corners of her mouth upward. Her confident smile looks even brighter.
Not poisonous?
At the moment, everyone looks at Qingge in wonder. What is going on?
She stands straight. Even her fatness cannot cover up her original glory. Inside her black eyes is no longer timidity or cowardice.
She stands against the breeze and continues, "Qinger, you fabricate facts and deliberately frame that I administered poison. This deserves 50-board strikes. As one of the Fengs, you contradict me, the oldest daughter of the Fengs. This is treason and an offense against the superior. I reward you 50-board strikes! As to deceiving the emperor..."
Qinger's complexion changes at this. The soup was not made by her at all. If it is told by Qingge, she will be over. The border is a desolate place. It only leads to a dead end going there. And that place is confronting the evasion and harassment of many attached countries... No! She can't be defeated by this crap!
"Nonsense. Sire, please believe Qinger. What I said is true. It is she who administered poison!" Qinger kneels on the ground with tears, trembling. She looks so weak and small.
Qingge stands there with no fear and just mocks, "To pretend to be weak with tears cannot solve the problem. Qinger, you used to be arrogant and daring. How come you recoil like a tortoise now? If I were you, I would of course confess and take the blame instead of implicating the Fengs!"
"Bullshit! You, you..."
"Enough!" Feng Lingyun looks very surly. He never thought of what happened today. It's such a shame! With his hands clenched, he gets down on one keel and says coldly, "Sire, please punish."
Punish, punish...
Blue veins stand out on Murong Yun's face. It's totally intolerable to think of the bloody scene just now. The old physician beside him promptly feeds him a pill and checks the congee. Then he salutes and says, "Sire, the congee is not poisonous. I conjecture the problem is that ingredients and seasonings contradict with each other, which caused symptoms of palpitation and stress."
"Take Qinger out and penalize her with one hundred-board strikes! Today, for Mr Feng's sake, I do not blame you for deceiving me. Next time you would be exiled to the border!
Impossible! How come!
Isn't the emperor's reaction the symptom of being poisoned? But the physician said it was because of the ingredients, ingredients! Qinger's eyes turn red due to fury. She was wrong from the beginning. She not only gave the slotted ring of jade to Qingge, but also fell into her trap step by step.
Feng Qingge, Feng Qingge!
"I'll kill you crap!" Qinger gets furious from embarrassment, red astral power encircling her hands. She is so close to Qingge, and even though the guards see it, they are unable to stop her.
Feng Chen's pupils shrink. He kneels on the ground and it's too late for him to stand up. He just knows a little about Qingge---this oldest daughter of the Fengs has not astral power at all. How can she withstand this attack!
Doughty power fluctuates. Qingge dare not fend against it directly. She hasn't examined this body thoroughly but knows it's very weak. Faced with such strength, she does not dare to resist it actively.
"Oh my Gosh! Help!" The fist is about to arrive when the stout body trembles. As if frightened, Qinger squats down suddenly, her hands holding her head. All her fat shaking abruptly, she hooks her foot and kicks Qinger's ankle by virtue of this strength.
Qinger hasn't realized that her fist comes to nothing when she feels extreme painful in her foot. She loses her balance and nearly falls down. At the same time, the stout body stands up abruptly and smacks into her jaw.
"My head..." As if by chance, Qingge bumps Qinger away in a seemingly foolish manner. She innocently looks at people around and Qinger on the other side. For a moment she seems unable to understand what happened.
Two guards on both sides take Qinger directly and turn away.
"Qingge, you deserve a gruesome death! I was fooled by you. I shall grind your bones to dust! I'll kill you!"
Officials around are astonished by Qinger's look. She is not what she looked like just now but completely a shrew on the street. Her original beautiful face swells like a pig's head with five features huddling together.
Qinger just smiles casually and steps back to the side with no timidity or cowardice that she showed just now. The confident smile on her lip is captured by Cangyun. His star-like eyes deepen a little.
"Childe Sun arrives." The guard outside exclaims, breaking the embarrassing situation.
A man in red walks forward gently, with the folding fan in his hands slightly opened and the tassels around his waist swinging with the wind. His lovely charming eyes rise. A nebulous smile appears on his lip. Tenderness fills in his distinguishing eyes of the white and the black. He waves casually and laughs, "I certainly should not be absent from General Feng's birthday celebration. I, Zheng Zixu, cannot afford the Restorative and Pulp-washing Pill, but can give as many gold and silver coins as you want."