"You don't have to be polite to this king!"

Old Prince Shen waved his sleeves and disliked his attitude, "Don't hinder this king from avenging the child!" ”

Today is Emperor Yan, and he has to chop off the hands and feet of Zhao Xiuyuan, a cub!

"This ......" Jiang Zhenshan frowned, and after thinking twice, he said euphemistically:

"It's not a secret, Weichen was attracted by the formation outside Zhao's mansion, not only Weichen, but also officials of the imperial court, old and young people in the market, are leaning on this side.

Before Weichen came in, he heard Zhao Xiuyuan shouting injustices inside.

No matter what damn wrong thing Zhao Xiuyuan did, should you ask the sin clearly before you start?

Otherwise, even if you behead the Zhao Mansion today, you won't be able to talk about it outside? ”

As soon as he heard that there were many onlookers, the old prince took a deep breath, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

Prime Minister Zuo's words are not unreasonable.

Leng Qinglan and Leng Huaijin glanced at each other and nodded slightly.

Revenge is very important, but it is even more important to ask the guilt clearly, otherwise the outside world really thinks that Old Prince Shen is bullying others.

Even if Old Man Shen doesn't care about reputation, he has to think more about Shen Zichen, Zichen is still young and can't be poked in the back.

"Prime Minister Mingjian!"

As soon as he saw Jiang Zhenshan, Zhao Xiuyuan seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, he pushed the soldier away, and knelt on the ground with a puff.

"The grass people are at home, and they have never done anything to the little prince, someone deliberately framed the grass people, saying that the grass people ordered Zhao Ying to bully the little prince!"

He cried out and pointed at Leng Mingyue:

"That person is Leng Mingyue, she sneaked into the Zhao Mansion last night, used a strange method to pause time, took away the grass people's soul stone and crushed it, and abolished the grass people's cultivation for more than ten years!"

As soon as these words came out, the courtyard was a quiet mess.

Old Prince Shen looked at Leng Mingyue, and then at Zhao Xiuyuan.

Jiang Zhenshan also looked at Leng Mingyue, and then at Zhao Xiuyuan.

Leng Qinglan's family followed to look at Leng Mingyue, and then at Zhao Xiuyuan.

And then collectively came to a conclusion: the Arabian Nights.

A delicate woman who has not cultivated infiltrated the Zhao Mansion guarded by the nursing home, suspended time, and abolished Zhao Xiuyuan's cultivation by the way?

Fool whom?

The storyteller on the next street didn't dare to talk like that!

"I'm not, I don't, he's talking nonsense."

Leng Mingyue tilted her head, and her palm-sized face was innocent.

"You don't pretend here! Leng Mingyue, when you pinched my neck and lifted me up yesterday, you didn't say that! ”

Zhao Xiuyuan called a grievance, in order to demonstrate realistically enough, he also grabbed his neck by himself, and tried to get everyone's trust:

"Can I still abolish my cultivation by myself?!"

It's a pity that everyone can only give him a foolish look.

"Your cultivation, I'm afraid you've offended others and been ruined by others, right?"

Jiang Zhenshan lowered his eyes, shielded the anger in his eyes, and changed the topic:

"What about Zhao Ying? Bring it over for torture and torture, but don't tarnish the reputation of Old Prince Shen because of you juniors! ”

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Zhao Ying is dead, Aunt Sun is dead, everyone in the Red Courtyard is dead, and no one can testify.

Could it really be because of this incident that Zhao Xiuyuan escaped?

Seeing this, Zhao Xiuyuan's eyes lit up, and he stood up from the ground: "Yes, didn't you say that I instructed Zhao Ying to do things?" What about the evidence? Don't talk about it! ”

Haha, God help him!

Leng Mingyue frowned, and her eyes fell on Prime Minister Zuo.

Reading between the lines, this big official seems to be defending Old Prince Shen, but in fact, he is helping Zhao Xiuyuan.

"Prime Minister!" Zhao Xiuyuan's eyes widened, and he said excitedly: "Everything is Leng Mingyue's conspiracy!" She's not an ordinary person! The Zhao family is innocent, and the Zhao family is innocent! ”

When Jiang Zhenshan was about to speak, a bright yellow figure fell from the sky, carrying two fools in his hands: "The evidence is here." ”

"Song Santian?" Leng Huaijin stared at this person's face, and his tone was surprised.

Why did the shopkeeper of Wuwei Restaurant suddenly change into the bright yellow clothes that only the royal family wears?

"Good morning, everyone, reintroduce me." Song Santian threw away the stupid man in his hand, clapped his hands and said:

"It's not talented, Song Wulu, the prince of the neighboring country, the third in the family, was ordered to come to the imperial capital of Yan to celebrate the queen's birthday.

Because he had nothing to do, he went to Wuwei to be a shopkeeper for a while, but who knew that early this morning, he was assassinated by Zhao Xiuyuan's henchmen.

This prince is very scared, and I hope that everyone in Yan Kingdom can give an explanation! ”