Could it be that the murderer is Kitado Liyin?

No!

No way!

Beitang Longting shook his head again and again, refusing to believe that Beitang Liyin, who refused to step on even an ant, would do such a hurtful thing.

However, it backfired.

Immediately afterward, he found a missing hairpin in the corner of the inner room.

That bead hairpin was actually a birthday gift from him to Beitang Liyin.

Beitang Longting's mind was blank, and he suddenly thundered like five thunderbolts, and he never wanted to believe that Beitang Liyin was the culprit who killed Liu Yuan.

Rather, he didn't want to believe that Beitang Liyin had changed his gentle image in the past and went on a killing spree.

It's better to say that he doesn't want to believe that the daughter he has pampered for more than ten years is actually the civet cat in Liu Yuan's poems.

"King Beili?"

The guards strode forward and whispered to the dragon thunder of the North Hall, who was frequently distracted.

Beitang Long Ting came back to his senses and quietly erased the word "sound" from Liu Yuan's palm.

"King Beili, there are many suspicious points in this case, please come with us." The guard said respectfully.

"Hmm."

Beitang Long Ting nodded very cooperatively, he took advantage of the unpreparedness, and the wind under his sleeve quietly turned the faint pearl hairpin in the corner into powder.

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Dali Temple

Beitang Long Ting sat on the hall of Dali Temple with a heavy heart, not as strong as in the past, and seemed to be more than ten years old overnight.

In the past seventeen years, he has never doubted the identity of Hokudo Riyin.

Now, Liu Yuan's innocent and tragic death finally sounded the alarm for him.

On the day of Ling Susu's delivery, he was unable to accompany her due to official business.

When he hurried to the dormitory, Ling Susu only said a word to him and died.

At the same time, Ling Susu's married grandmother Liu also crashed into the pillar and died after Ling Susu died.

At that time, he didn't think there was anything strange about Liu's death.

Until Liu Yuan died in Huangquan because of a short poem, Beitang Longting could no longer deceive himself.

Perhaps, Liu Yuan is the descendant of the Liu family.

Thinking of this, Beitang Longting had mixed feelings in his heart.

If Beitang Liyin is really not his and Ling Susu's biological flesh and blood, then where is his biological flesh and blood now?

Did he die in the Beili Palace seventeen years ago, or did he live tenaciously and healthily?

Beitang Long Ting's mind suddenly flashed with the appearance of Feng Wuwu's cloak.

Could it be that Feng Wuwu is his and Ling Susu's biological flesh and blood?

No!

That's impossible!

Beitang Longting felt guilty about Feng Wuwu.

He hoped that he and Feng Wuwu had no blood relationship.

But somehow, at this moment, Beitang Long Ting's mind was full of Feng Wuwu's stubborn appearance when he was persecuted.

In the Beili camp, in the face of his questioning, she had tears in her eyes and resolutely argued for herself.

When he first came to the east, Beitang Longting also took Beitang Liyin to find Feng Wuwu to seek revenge.

He naturally ignored the joy in Feng Wuwu's eyes when he saw him, and shot mercilessly, almost injuring her to the ground.

Not long ago, in order to vent his anger for Beitang Liyin, he once again broke into the Shenshu Medical Hall at night, indiscriminately forcing Feng Wuwu, who was born with a backbone, to kneel in front of him.

If it weren't for Baili Heze coming in time, Feng Wuwu would definitely be tortured by him and covered in injuries.

………

Beitang Long Ting was exhausted, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.

Not long after, Dali Siqing heard about the sudden murder in the post house, and with a tired face, he yawned and rushed from the house.

As soon as he stepped into the hall of the Dali Temple, the Dali Temple Qing saw that the dragon of the Beitang was also sitting in the lobby, so he had to cheer up his spirits and said with a smile on his face, "The king of Beili is a little restless." After the examination of Liu Yuan's body, you can go back to the post house to rest. ”

As he spoke, the four officials had already carried Liu Yuan, who was blind to death, into the lobby.

Fu Yeshen just walked out of the prison of Dali Temple, and was greeted in the lobby of the mansion.

He shook the folding fan in one hand, and Danfeng, who seemed to be smiling, had a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

Beitang Longting repeatedly persecuted Feng Wuwu, but Fu Yeshen did not forget.

If it was the person killed by Beitang Long Ting himself, he would definitely let him pay for it with blood.

After some inspection, Fu Yeshen looked very disappointed.

Liu Yuan's death has nothing to do with Beitang Longting.

He was covered in wounds, and must have been severely beaten before he died.

Just looking at the deep and shallow bruises on his body, Fu Yeshen concluded that there was more than one person who committed violence against Liu Yuan.

As we all know, Beitang Longting's attainments in ancient martial arts have reached the pinnacle of perfection.

He can take Liu Yuan's life with one finger, and he will never go to such great lengths to find people and commit violence.

Seeing that Fu Ye was silent for a long time, Dali Siqing asked him anxiously, "Have you found any clues?" ”

Fu Ye smiled deeply, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes were staring at the troubled Beitang Longting, word by word, "The murderer's name has been written in the palm of Liu Yuan's hand." King Beili, are you right? ”

"What do you mean?"

"King Beili knows it. Liu Yuan came forward and carved the name of the murderer in the palm of his hand with a sharp object such as a pearl hairpin. It's a pity that someone deliberately erased all this. ”

Dali Siqing was dizzy when he heard this, and asked urgently, "Is there a way to find out what words Liu Yuan carved in his palm?" ”

Fu Yeshen didn't answer, he stared intently at Beitang Longting, silently observing his facial expressions.