The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 388 - The Poisoning Culprit

"Oh? So it's Miss Feng Bai's...that someone..." The county magistrate stroked his beard with an obscene look in his eyes and omitted the word "mistress".

"Feng said that he would give everyone an explanation for the poisoning within three days. This person is the culprit of the poisoning." As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the tied-up Gu Liuqing in front of the county magistrate.

"You bold lunatic, you poisoned the food and wine in Shuimo Pavilion!" The county magistrate slammed the gavel in anger.

The person lying on the ground had his eyes closed and said nothing, as if he was dead. The county magistrate asked him several times but he didn't respond. In the end, they could only assume that he agreed.

Before leaving, in order to reduce trouble, Feng Muyan threw a lot of silver to the county magistrate and asked him to appease the poisoned diners.

The county magistrate nodded and agreed, accepted the silver excitedly and sent the person out.

After seeing Feng Muyan off, the county magistrate weighed the silver in his hand and walked back slowly, only to find that there was no one else in the hall except a bundle of ropes.

After sending people to capture the suspect for a long time without any result, they had no way to give an explanation to the victimized diners, so they had to send people to Shui Mo Pavilion again to demand compensation in order to calm the situation.

And the money that Feng Muyan gave him before was obviously regarded as his private money.

In the Shui Mo Pavilion, Feng Muyan was rubbing Song Yunli's slightly swollen legs when Xing'er suddenly rushed in.

"Brother-in-law, it's bad. The officials are here again!"

Feng Muyan had no choice but to go downstairs to deal with it. When he came back after dealing with the matter and just walked to the door, he heard a mean voice, "Xiao Li'er, this is the beef brisket soup I cooked. My godson will definitely like it. Come and have a taste, ah..."

Feng Muyan walked into the room with a gloomy face, his ten fingers crackling and he scratched Gu Liuqing's back with a cold look in his eyes.

Song Yunli originally turned her face away and wanted to refuse, but when the tempting fragrance came, she clearly felt the baby in her belly kick her lightly.

I put my hand on her stomach and said a few words of comfort, but ended up getting kicked even harder.

Embarrassed, she stretched out her hands to take the bowl of soup from Gu Liuqing's hand, but he nimbly dodged her hands.

"Xiao Li'er is having such a hard time carrying the baby, Qing'er will feed you..."

Looking at Song Yunli's troubled little face, Gu Liuqing's lips curled up into a faint smile. She finally found the feeling of being together as they did back then. She finally let down her guard against him. It was actually quite good to be able to be like this now.

I remember that during those years, this girl would lie lazily in bed every time she had her period, and she was listless all day long. Sometimes she was too lazy to reach out to take food when it was put on the table for her. He had no choice but to feed her one spoonful at a time.

I didn't expect that feeding her has become a luxury today.

"Gu Liuqing!" A gnashing voice sounded.

"Hey, Feng Muyan, you're pretty fast." Gu Liuqing said sourly, stood up, stuffed the soup bowl in his hand into Feng Muyan's hand, turned around and left. When he reached the door, he didn't forget to turn around and shout, "Xiao Li'er, I live in the room next to you. You can come to me if you have any problems!"

Before he could completely go out, Feng Muyan closed the door with a palm wind.

Gu Liuqing touched his nose and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Why did he feel so comfortable watching Feng Muyan being humiliated?

Feng Muyan put the beef brisket soup on the table unhappily. This Gu Liuqing was really too arrogant. Now that the relationship between Chu Nan and Nan Chu was so sensitive, he still dared to wander around Nan Chu without any cover, and in front of him!

"Amu, can you feed me? Otherwise the soup will get cold." Song Yunli swallowed and rubbed her stomach with both hands. "Son, don't kick. You will be able to drink soon."

"What's so good about this? Wait, I'll make you something more delicious."