Qing'er followed Wang Yuan for three days in Dali Temple, and did not meet a single official who did not admit his guilt. Member.

She couldn't help but be secretly surprised, even if she knew that Long Yan was furious about this scientific research fraud case, but after all, the world is afraid of death, isn't there anyone who wants to struggle?

Qing'er knew the depth of this case, and Jiuwen and Xidu repeatedly told her not to be too curious, besides, she was just a little newcomer who studied with Wang Lun, and Wang Lun didn't have a reason for her to speak.

The trial went smoothly for a few days, and on the same day they were sent to death row for retrial.

All the death row inmates had to be retried in the cell, Qing'er couldn't help frowning as soon as she followed Wang Lun into the death row, and covered her mouth and nose tightly, the smell here was really disgusting.

I can't describe the smell, anyway, it's the smell of toilets, sweat, blood, dying people, and festering wounds...... All kinds of smells are mixed together, and the death row is almost airtight, and the smell can be imagined.

Wang Lun deliberately looked sideways at her joke at this time, Qing'er didn't want to show weakness, wrinkled her nose and took a deep breath of stench, and sure enough, her nose immediately became deafening.

She put down her hand and squeezed her eyes to Wang Lun in a dazzling manner, Wang Lun couldn't help but smile and shook his head, there was nothing to do with her, the two of them walked deep with two small oil lamps.

After the start of the review, Qing'er deliberately sped up, firstly, she was already familiar with these links, and secondly, not only did it smell bad, but it was also eerie and terrifying, Qing'er was always afraid that she would be locked up here by mistake, and she just wanted to rush out quickly.

They hurried to finish the trial of the two prisoners quickly, and they heard the sound of "kicking and pulling" walking. Qing'er and Wang Lun glanced at each other helplessly, knowing that this time they were going to be unlucky.

The two expected, the person who came was really the sloppy skin that made the entire Dali Temple frightened!

The name Sloppy Leather is famous in Dali Temple. But no one remembers his real name, he is a famous master, because people are sloppy, broken mouths, and big mouths, no one in Dali Temple from top to bottom wants to work with him.

According to the regulations, the review must bring a master book, but the manpower has been too tight recently, and Lu Qing and Wang Lun are the two of them handling the case together. Therefore, it has always been recorded by Qing'er.

Today's situation must be that the temple priests have found a suitable candidate, so they kicked this sloppy skin that is in the way of their feet!

Qing'er was full of grievances in her heart, when would it be difficult to come. is on death row, and with him, he can't go up!

The sloppy skin pulled his throat and greeted him before he got closer, Qing'er felt that his brain hurt, can these etiquettes be waived in this kind of place!

No way. The little newcomer should still be more accommodating. Qing'er had no choice but to accompany her to reply, not wanting to cause trouble with this sentence.

Sloppy suddenly pointed at Qing'er and laughed, shouting, "You are that Chanjuan, right?" I heard that you and the champion are so good that they wear a pair of pants, haha...... You're awesome! actually confronted the captain's daughter on the street? Did you offend the captain because of this, so you were kicked to us? ”

After listening to these words, Qing'er deeply understood why no one was willing to pay attention to him, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, this person is really not an ordinary unpopular person!

She grew wise and secretly determined not to talk to him again.

Wang Lun saw this embarrassing situation. had to say a few words on behalf of Qing'er, and the three of them began to continue the review.

At the time of the review. Several times Qing'er wanted to pick up a rag from the ground and seal the sloppy stinky mouth, but unfortunately she could only move her mind.

After only one trial, the three of them came to the next cell, and the sloppy skin was called away by his boss, and Wang Lun also went out by the way.

Qing'er was relaxed when she heard that she was sloppy and left, she wandered around the cell leisurely, and in a trance she seemed to hear someone calling her.

After turning around in a circle, she found that the person who called her was a death row prisoner lying on the ground, this death row prisoner was unkempt and could not see his true face, and could only see a pair of shining eyes in the dimness.

She hesitated slightly, but still leaned over curiously, only to hear the man ask in a low voice, "Are you Lord Lu Qinglu?" Did you have a holiday with Mrs. Liu? I have a way to fix her! ”

Qing'er smiled coldly: "Why are you so kind?" ”

The man stared at a pair of thieves' bright eyes and said, "I am wronged, I want to make meritorious service, but I don't want to be assassinated here!" Lord Lu, I know that you are a person from King Liang, I will sell you a good son, and you can also make a contribution to King Liang, why not do it? ”

Qing'er couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she heard this, she really came!

These days, Xitian asks her to "don't meddle in your business!" It seems that he is really wise, isn't this an idle matter coming to the door?

However, Qing'er was not interested in the two things that the prisoner said, first, she was not King Liang's dog, and she didn't want to make any contributions. Second, she and Mrs. Liu don't have such a big holiday, especially now that even Miss Feng is married.

Seeing that Qing'er didn't react, the man hesitated for a while and whispered: "Liu Yi is a fake, the current son-in-law of Taiwei is a fake, his surname is Zhang!" ”

Qing'er only felt her heart stop beating for half a beat.

The surname is Zhang, the Tanhua of Shangke!

Could it be that he is......

Qing'er turned her head to the man, stared at him and asked, "Zhang, what?" ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Deal?" ”

Qing'er took a deep breath, there could be no mistake!

Yun Niang said that Zhang Wenyuan must be hit, and he will definitely be hit! What Yun Niang learned would not be bad, she had never doubted this.

And Yun Niang said that Zhang Wenyuan's beautiful appearance and good speech can make Yun Niang look at Liu Yi nine times out of ten!

Qing'er steadied herself and asked in a low voice: "Don't hang my appetite if you exchange your life, to be honest, our lord is not interested in your, not to mention that the emperor is watching it so closely now." But if you want to explain the reason, I can consider helping you get back to the prince, but it's not up to me to decide whether it will work or not. ”

The man's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and lowered his voice and said, "Most of the people here are scapegoats, but I am the only one who has evidence!" You just need to say to King Liang, I can pull the Chuanzhou Muguan Linshi off the horse, as for whether you can touch a bigger melon along the vine, it depends on your master's ability. ”

Qing'er glanced at him, pretended to think about something for a while, and asked, "Who is Liu Yi?" ”

The man smiled: "My lord helped me pass the word, and I naturally have a big gift for you." ”

Qing'er suddenly changed her face, pretending to be indispensable and asked, "Finally, who is Liu Yi?" ”

The man gritted his teeth and hesitated, and said eagerly: "My lord, remember clearly that my name is Qiao Dechun, and I am the county magistrate of Xingxian County. That Liu Yi's real name was Zhang Wenyuan, and he later changed his name to Zhang Sheng, I have ironclad evidence, including his head in a different place. ”

"Wait for my reply!"

Qing'er stood up, so she calmly packed up her pen and paper, but kept shouting in her heart: Yun Niang, you can comfort the spirit of the sky, Qing'er helped you find Zhang Wenyuan!

When Wang Lun came back when she was young, she continued to record as if nothing had happened. (To be continued......)