The old mother of Tianxiang Pavilion ran to the door of Ying Tianfu to beat the drum and voice the grievances, which also pushed the entire Oiran incident to a climax.

The rumors in the market are getting stronger and stronger, and some people have made up all kinds of ridiculous rumors.

Zhao Lingshu was busy here, and Fu Yin had already interrogated the old mother.

"Who's in the hall!"

Liu Yanhai's official style is very good, and he is dressed in a blue cloud and red robe, which is quite majestic.

"The housekeeper of the Caomin Tianxiang Pavilion is...... It's the mother of the purple girl who died a few days ago! The old mother had no intention of being a human spirit, and tentatively glanced at the official's face, and then put on a miserable look and shouted tragically: "Lord Fu Yin must be the master of Zipo!" My Zipo was killed in vain, and the murderer must not be allowed to go unpunished! ”

"Silence!" Liu Yanhai was shocked and interrupted the words of the woman in the audience: "You said that you are Zipo's mother, so what do you know about this matter?" Recruit from the truth! ”

The old mother was frightened by that voice, and came back to her senses and spoke eagerly: "My Zipo has always liked that Zhao Liangchen, but he doesn't appreciate it, what do you say...... What do you say is only brother and sister love! Since the rumors spread, Zhao Gongzi stayed away from Zipo, Zipo was sad day and night, a few days ago, a beggar sent a letter, the letter said that Zhao Gongzi asked her to cruise, but the happy living person went, but it was cold and cold and never came back! ”

The woman in the audience bowed her head and wiped her tears: "Adults must help Zipo make the decision......"

"You say there's a letter? Where's the letter? ”

"Here, the grass people specially took it from the purple pober room!" The old woman took out a letter of paper with a green bamboo base from her bosom.

Liu Yanhai took the paper presented by the housekeeper and unfolded it-

swept over the lines, and his eyes fell on the signature: Zhao Yechen.

Fu Yin looked at Fu Su behind him and nodded at him.

"Biography - Zhao Yechen."

Soon a person was brought with him.

The person who came was in a white shirt and a jade crown with black hair. Coming on, the wind moves the bottom of the robe, and Junyi comes out of the dust.

"Zhao Liangchen, take a look, is it your handwriting on this letter?"

Zhao Liangchen took a piece of letter from him and frowned slightly.

It was quite similar, but he remembered that he had never written it.

"Back to Lord Liu, I have never written this letter."

Zhao Liangchen raised his hand and met Liu Yanhai's tentative gaze.

Liu Yanhai had seen Zhao Liangchen's handwriting, but the letter was exactly the same. Although he denied it, he had the answer in his heart.

Liu Yanhai looked at the audience and frowned, and Zhao Liangchen's frank gaze made him even more annoyed.

"Then put Zhao Liangchen in prison first, and then try again."

As the name suggests, it is a place where condemned prisoners are held.

Zhao Liangchen's special identity and lack of evidence that can completely conclude the case cannot be concluded quickly, even if he has already determined the real murderer.

Liu Yanhai waved his hand and asked the house servant to take Zhao Liangchen down, and the old mother of Tianxiang Pavilion was also persuaded to return.