Chapter 728: Slap in the Face 9

It was Nishang who spoke.

She calculated exactly what would happen today, and specially called Tantai Mo to come together.

"Genius Doctor of Nishang, please help me to find out, what is this black blood?" Sheng's father asked for help almost in a low voice, and at the same time asked Sheng's mother to hold Sheng Minggui.

Nishang carefully looked at the black blood for a few times, and said coldly, "There is a problem with the medicine, and the spitting of black blood is the cause of the complete damage to the internal organs. Sheng Shoufu can't survive today, and the gods of Da Luo can't save him."

When Father Sheng heard this, his body shook heavily and he fell to the ground.

He covered his face and sobbed in pain, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for not stopping my father...I killed my father...I'm sorry for my father..."

"Father, you have suffered." Sheng's mother also cried out.

She then turned around and slapped Sheng Minggui who was still in disbelief and wanted to find Song Zhao.

"You evil spirit, if you hadn't insisted on persuading your father to give your grandfather the medicine of Princess Zhaoyang, your grandfather would not have died, and you still want to go to Princess Zhaoyang now?"

Sheng's mother beat Sheng Minggui for the first time.

The breath she was holding in her heart cleared instantly.

She finally found the nobility of being a aunt.

Sheng Minggui's heart was attached to his grandfather, his expression was in a trance, and he didn't care about it.

"It's impossible for grandfather to have something to do, Princess Zhaoyang must have a solution."

"enough!"

Father Sheng said harshly, "Don't go to Princess Zhaoyang, she killed your grandfather, and my Sheng family will never let her go."

Nishang said, "The master of Zhaoyang County will be here in a while, just in time to detain her first, let her confess her crime face to face, and then report directly to the Holy One."

Father Sheng nodded.

After a while, the concierge came to report that Song Zhao came for a follow-up visit.

Tantai Mo raised his hand as a signal, and the surrounding soldiers hid themselves.

Not for a while.

Song Zhao walked in casually.

She was dressed casually, with a medicine box hanging on her shoulder, and the moment she entered, she smelled a bloody smell.

"Zhao Zhao, grandfather vomited black blood." Sheng Minggui shouted to Song Zhao as she was pulled by Sheng's mother.

black blood?

"What's wrong?"

Song Zhao put down the medicine box and frowned slightly.

Sheng's father's face was extremely ugly, and his whole body was filled with terrifying anger, "Princess Zhaoyang, you prescribe medicine indiscriminately and killed my father, you still have the face to ask what's wrong?"

Song Zhao's face remained unchanged, he glanced at the direction of Ba Bu's bed, and walked over.

"Why, you killed someone, want to confirm?" Nishang blocked Song Zhao's way.

She stared at Song Zhao coldly, sarcastically, "I reminded you a long time ago, don't take up porcelain work without that diamond. Your Majesty's teacher was killed by you, and you have a few lives to pay for. Our honorable Daddy Princess Sheng."

The aura of hostility against Song Zhao in the room could not be suppressed.

Tantai Mo sat on one side, looking indifferently at the girl in the center of the vortex,

Song Zhao's eyebrows and eyes were bright and cold, and his eyes did not change from the beginning to the end.

Very calm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was reckless, "It's up to me to say whether a person is dead or not."

The girl's voice was crisp and sweet, and she kept her words under control, with an indescribably glamorous and clear voice.

Nishang looked at Song Zhao's attitude that a dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and his eyes suddenly became fierce, "The emperor broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Medically, you are only qualified to lick my shoes. I have enough rights to teach you a lesson."

As she said, she raised her hand and was about to slap Song Zhao.

Song Zhao narrowed his eyes.

She leaned slightly, and effortlessly blocked Nishang's hand.

At the same time, Song Zhao's cold and beautiful hand turned around and grabbed Nishang's wrist.