Zhang Ping looked at Fu Zichen and said without humility or arrogance: "Yes!" The villain still verifies the identity of the murderer. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" After saying that, he motioned to the person behind him to hand over a piece of drawing paper, and held it up to Fu Zichen.

"Please take a look!" Zhang Ping said.

Fu Zichen reached out and took the drawing paper, opened it and saw that his heart was half cold. Although this painting is rough, you can still see Fu Jingzhi's face.

Fu Zichen took the drawing paper and turned to look at Fu Jingzhi.

Fu Jingzhi also saw that the person on the painting paper was very similar to himself, but it was only after a moment of panic in his heart, he quickly returned to calm. He looked at Fu Zichen inquiringly without fear.

Fu Zichen struggled violently in his heart, not knowing whether to believe the evidence in the hands of the Jingzhao Yin Mansion of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, or to believe Fu Jingzhi, a distant relative who had never known each other and was unpredictable. But he knew that no matter what, he could not make any judgment on this matter that would implicate the Shanghou Mansion.

"What does that mean?" Fu Zichen closed the drawing paper in his hand, handed it back to Zhang Ping and asked.

"The testimony and portrait are only one side, and Lord Ning will not make a hasty verdict. Therefore, all procedures are handled in accordance with the laws of the Great Wei, and after the evidence is complete, the crime will be raised to the court. Zhang Ping replied.

Fu Zichen knew it and said, "Then there is Master Lao Zhang." ”

When Zhang Ping got this, he didn't have any expression, but just waved his hand to teach his subordinates to disperse the onlookers, took the old couple with him, and gave a salute to retire.

Fu Zichen stood in front of the mansion for a long time, and his mood couldn't calm down. After waiting for a while, he glanced at Fu Jingzhi: "You go in first." ”

Fu Jingzhi and his entourage turned around and went back to the house according to the words. Fu Yanxi, who was hiding behind the door, had disbelief written on their faces.

"How long are you going to watch it?" Fu Zichen walked into the door of the mansion, stood in front of the steps and said to the people behind him.

"Brother." Fu Yanxi was supported by Ziqin and Yuqi, and slowly walked to Fu Zichen's side. Fu Zichen's body was shrouded in a sense of tiredness and helplessness that she could clearly feel, and a trace of anger.

"If there's anything you want to ask, just ask." Fu Zichen knows best what his sister is thinking.

"Why? The painting is obviously Fu Jingzhi, how can Zhang Ping not detain him? Fu Yanxi asked.

"The laws of the Great Wei Dynasty clearly stipulate that the relatives of hereditary princes and princes who violate the law shall not be detained and imprisoned until they are convicted, and can only stay in the palace, but the government will secretly take care of them." Fu Zichen explained.

Fu Yanxi's eyes widened. It turned out to be like this, no wonder Fu Jingzhi was so calm, and he didn't see the panic when he was pulled by the old couple at that time.

She suddenly remembered that in her previous life, Fu Zi'an was imprisoned in the prison of Jingzhao Yin Mansion at the end. At that time, Jingzhao Yin Mansion was already the sphere of influence of King Hengyang, and it seemed that Fu Zi'an was already a conclusive crime at that time.

But the old lady and Fu Qinglin still wanted to save their only heir, and they also took her and Moshu's lives. But I don't know that the cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook. Thinking about it, after her death, Fu Qinglin's years of struggle still failed to exchange for glory and wealth, and in the end he still ended up with the same fate.

"Shizi, eldest lady." Ming Yan ran to say. "The old lady and the marquis invited the prince to Qingfeng Garden. The old lady already knew about this. ”

"Hmm. Go ahead. Fu Zichen nodded and walked towards the mansion. Fu Yanxi threw away the memories in her mind and immediately followed.

Seifuen Garden.

In the main room, the old lady and Fu Qingyan, Fu Qinglin and others sat silently, their faces very serious. It was already dark, and the red lanterns hanging high in the house reflected the stars in the sky, and the sound of firecrackers came from outside the house.

This may be the most silent New Year spent in the Dingbei Hou Mansion. None of the family dared to squeak after the meal, and sat in the house and did not dare to leave.

"What the hell is going on!" Suddenly, the old lady slammed the teacup on the table to the ground, and the sound of the porcelain pieces breaking shocked everyone.

"Mother is angry." Fu Qingyan, Fu Qinglin, and Fu Qingshi all advised.

"Chen'er, what did the people from Jingzhao Yin Mansion say?" The old lady looked at Fu Zichen and asked.

"Back to grandmother, Jingzhao Yin's Mansion will take care of Fu Jingzhi in the mansion according to the law, and wait until the facts are clarified before dealing with it." Fu Zichen got up and replied.

"A small catcher made you suffer a big loss in front of the Hou Mansion, why did you admit it like that? How could they get to take those two away? Don't you think there's enough trouble in the Hou Mansion? The old lady said angrily.

Mo Lingyun sat on the side, listening to the old lady accusing Fu Zichen without distinguishing between right and wrong, and immediately wanted to speak out to defend it, but was interrupted by Fu Zichen.

"Grandmother, please calm your anger. At that time, the situation was already difficult to ride a tiger, but if the Hou Mansion mishandled it, it would affect the reputation and reputation of the Hou Mansion, and it was not allowed to be sloppy. Zhang Ping has the evidence in his hand, and he has all the reason, and it is impossible to keep people from him. In fact, this matter is not without room for maneuver, as long as Cousin Fu is innocent, the Hou Mansion will be safe and sound. Fu Zichen said.

The old lady looked at Fu Jingzhi, who was sitting on the side, and her sharp eyes seemed to be about to stare at him with two holes.

"Please rest assured, the old lady has a clear conscience." Fu Jingzhi got up and knelt respectfully, kowtowing to promise. He gave the old lady an inquiring gaze and gave her a steady look.

The expression on the old lady's face loosened slightly for a moment, and then she straightened her face again and said, "I am a woman, and the party struggle in the court is not something I can understand. Qing Yan, you also know the stakes of this matter, your younger brother is a humble official, and this matter still depends on you. We must not let our Fu family relatives suffer injustice. ”

Fu Qingyan's eyes flickered violently when he heard this, but he said, "Please rest assured, mother." ”

The old lady seemed to be relieved, and said a little tiredly: "It's okay, it's like a fish in the throat, no matter how much you want to keep the year, let's disperse." ”

After some persuasion, everyone retired one after another.

Chinese New Year's Eve is already difficult, but now that this incident has happened, and the old lady has spoken, everyone has found a reasonable reason to go to bed early. Fu Yanxi couldn't sleep while lying on the bed, and the injuries on her body were inconvenient to turn over, so she had to get up in her clothes and walk slowly outside the house.

There is no moon for nine days, and it is pitch black all around, and only the occasional fireworks outside the house can light up the sky. Fu Yanxi sat on the stone steps in front of the house and looked up at the colorful light brought by some fireworks that flickered from time to time, and was stunned.

Midnight has passed, and the new year has changed the old year.

A black shadow rose from the place where the study of the Dingbei Hou Mansion was located, jumped a few times on the beam, and finally stopped on the wall outside the Jade Xuan.

Slender figures sitting on the front steps of the house were curled up together, their heads buried in the crooks of their arms, already asleep.

Under the black cloak on the roof, he murmured, "Why did you sleep here?" ”