When night fell, the Song family was brightly lit, all kinds of dignitaries and dignitaries with faces and heads in the capital gathered here, and the Song Mansion set up no less than 30 tables of feasts in the courtyard that day, the chief was naturally the crown prince Mu Luo and the fourth prince Mu Zhen, the seventh prince Mu Jinghong, and then the close relatives of the Song family and Ling Peng of the Ling Mansion, Mrs. Huang and Ling Lin.

Originally, Song Zhen invited Mu Jinghong to mean that he wanted to invite Situ Qianchen to also participate, but after the Xitang was removed, Situ Qianchen's figure was never seen again.

"Seventh Prince, I wonder why General Zhaoyi is not at the banquet?" Song Zhen held the wine cup and looked around.

Mu Jinghong picked up the wine cup in front of him, took a sip and said indifferently: "General Zhaoyi is not very well, so I went back first, and he asked me to say sorry to Lord Song." ”

Song Zhen's expression became worried: "General Zhaoyi is not feeling well? Can you send the imperial doctor to the house? ”

This acting, if you don't know the twists and turns, I'm afraid others really think that Song Zhen is concerned about Situ Qianchen's safety?

Mu Jinghong waved his hand: "It's not a big problem, so I won't alarm the imperial doctor." ”

Mu Jinghong had already said this, and Song Zhen couldn't say anything more, but the crown prince Mu Luo spoke: "Let's let the imperial doctor go to Zhenguo Mansion, General Zhaoyi's body is related to the entire Tianyuan Kingdom." ”

"The prince's words are a bit big, right? It's just a small problem, and I can't make it. Mu Jinghong took a sip of sake, and a meaningful light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Really? But the people I recently sent to the Zhenguo Mansion to meet all of them have eaten a lot of soup because of General Zhaoyi's physical illness, seventh brother, you are the closest to General Zhaoyi, are you sure it is just a small fight? Mu Luo paused, and suddenly glanced at Mu Zhen, who was sitting on one side with a somewhat gloomy face: "Fourth brother, I'm afraid your people also got the same answer, and got a lot of eviction orders, right?" ”

Mu Zhen is silent, but anyone can hear this, and the irony in this is full.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Mu Zhen and Mu Luo's eyes were focused on Mu Jinghong alone, which was obviously to come to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

Fortunately, Mu Jinghong had the foresight to let Situ Qianchen take the first step, if he followed his temperament, in less than two sentences, he would have to offend the prince and the fourth prince.

Mu Jinghong got up and held the wine cup, when this kind of thing happened, it was really stupid to hit it hard, he could only smile and say: "Prince, fourth brother, even if our brothers are not seen for some days, the seventh brother is idle and does not learn and has no skills, and is not as good as the two brothers' Wen Taowu strategy, today I will take advantage of Song Gongzi's wedding to borrow flowers to offer Buddha to the two brothers a cup, you can rest assured, blood is thicker than water, I will definitely mention that matter in front of General Zhaoyi, let him give the two brothers an answer as soon as possible." ”

Such words and promises made Mu Luo and Mu Zhen temporarily let go of their past suspicions and drank this cup with Mu Jinghong.

As soon as the wine cup was put down, the noise around him suddenly stopped, and only one person's hurried footsteps were heard running from outside the courtyard, and he knelt in front of Song Zhen with a plop, his face facing the ground, and his whole body trembled.

Song Zhen didn't see who the kneeling person was, but on this occasion, how could someone be allowed to break in so recklessly, wouldn't that disturb everyone's Yaxing?

"Who are you? I don't have long eyes, I can't see here......" Song Zhen's words were not finished, the kneeling man slowly raised his head, under the dim candlelight, it was a terrifying appearance, the left half of his face was completely covered with blood, and it was like crawling out of hell at night.

"Master, master, it's not good......"

Song Zhen took a step back, and it took a long time to see that this person covered in blood stains was not Song Yuan's personal retinue Ah Fu?

Song Zhen's heart tightened, and his tone began to become panicked for some reason: "Ah Fu, what's the matter with the blood on your face?" What about the young master? ”

"Young master, young master, he ...... Killed! Ah Fu had a red mouth and white teeth, and after saying this, he suddenly cried out loud.

Killed?!

Everyone present heard it clearly, and the faces of the people sitting at the main table showed a look of surprise, Song Zhen covered his heart, his steps couldn't help but take a step back, his face was pale, and the housekeeper next to him quickly supported him.

"A-Yuan...... How can it be...... Quick, take me to my new house! Song Zhen had become helpless, and stumbled to the backyard.

Most of the people followed Song Zhen to the direction of the new house, but only Mu Luo sat calmly in his original position, drank the last wine without hurry, and a mysterious smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

The new house, which was originally jubilant, has now turned into a strange scene, and the pungent smell of blood rushed into Ling Jiantong's nose without warning, making her feel the urge to gag.

At first, she thought that Song Yuan was just pretending to be dead, and kicked him twice with his foot, which showed that he really didn't move, and when his eyes became more and more abrupt, Ling Jiantong realized that something was wrong.

She has also killed a lot of people on her hands, and the expressions of the dead are probably almost the same feature, but it is obvious that she just accidentally stabbed the scissors in his thigh, how could he die?

Ling Jiantong threw away the bloodstained scissors, covered her mouth and nose, squatted down gently, and was just about to reach out to test Song Yuan's snort, when suddenly, a cool breeze blew into Ling Jiantong's collar, she thought that the window was not closed, but when she turned around, she found that the door had been opened without knowing when, and there were people in a circle.

The expressions of these people ranged from frightened to incredulous, to fainting from fright, to composure.

When Ling Jiantong saw each of their faces clearly, his brain suddenly went blank, this bad feeling was like being stripped naked and thrown onto the endless street, the panic and fear were unprecedented.

She got up, took a few steps back, and in the face of everyone's suspicious gaze, she waved her hand again and again to explain: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't kill this Song Yuan, I ...... I just ...... I don't know ...... him either."

Ling Jiantong, who has always been sharp-toothed, was speechless at this time.

There were so many words in the world that she couldn't find any words to justify herself.

Song Yuan was lying in a pool of blood like this, his body slowly became stiff, and Song Zhen's gaze became terrifying: "Ah Fu, how did you find the young master at that time?" ”

Ah Fu's face was still stained with Song Yuan's blood, he raised his arm tremblingly, pointed to the innocent Ling Jiantong, and said: "It's her, I was passing by the window at the time, and I heard her arguing with the young master, I saw that she stabbed the young master to death with the scissors on the ground, and the blood splashed on the window at that time!" ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the scissors left on the ground again.

Now the human and physical evidence are all there, as if this murder case has been ironclad.

"No, it's not like this, things are not the same as he said, I admit that I stabbed him in a hurry, but this knife is in the thigh, how can it not be fatal, I don't know how Song Yuan fell to the ground, and then died, you believe me, I am not a murderer! Someone must have deliberately framed me! ”

Ling Jiantong stood in the middle dressed in red, arguing desperately, but the unfamiliar eyes around her suddenly made her feel a chill.

Mu Jinghong stood on the side, his expression was also rare and dignified, to say that this person's evidence and physical evidence were all there, there were no other people in this room at that time, and Ling Jiantong was unwilling to marry Song Yuan even if he died before, which also created a motive for the murder, it stands to reason that the murderer is Ling Jiantong, but ......

He raised his eyes to look at Ling Jiantong, who was still at a loss, and was still explaining, why her eyes were ......

No matter how many times Ling Jiantong explained, even her voice was already hoarse, but Song Zhen insisted that she had killed his precious son.

Song Zhen's face was full of anger, he looked at Ling Peng, who was also pale, and said in a cold tone: "Master Ling, what do you want to do if this happens?" ”

Ling Peng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his expression was full of nervousness, he had already climbed to the imperial court, so that the Ling Mansion could have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, and he could have a strong backstage as a backstage, but now, ......

Ling Jiantong watched the gloomy Ling Peng walk step by step, her eyes began to dodge, and the "Dad" on the side of her mouth had not yet been shouted, and suddenly a hot pain came over her left cheek.

The slap was so hard that Ling Jiantong's cheeks suddenly rose high.

Mu Jinghong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a complicated expression.

"Dad, you ......" Ling Jiantong covered the painful left side of his face, and his facial features were about to become distorted and stiff because of this slap.

"I don't have a daughter like you! You dare to be bold enough to do such a thing, it is really a shame for the Ling family! I...... From now on, I will never have a daughter like you, and you will not call me father again! Ling Peng's scream rang louder than louder, his round eyes widened angrily, and the words slashed like thunder on Ling Jiantong's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Ling Peng didn't give Ling Jian Tong any more looks, he turned around and knelt in front of Song Zhen: "Lord Song, this rebel girl has nothing to do with Ling Mansion anymore, if you want to kill or chop up, you will be left to deal with it." ”

Ling Jiantong looked at the groveling figure in front of him in disbelief, this is Ling Jiantong's father, at the critical moment, he was not thinking about how to save her biological daughter, but he was anxious to dissociate himself from her, so as not to let her affect his power and money.

Huang and Ling Lin on the side had even more expressions that were not easy to get rid of the burdensomeness, and it was disgusting to look at them.

Song Zhen ignored Ling Peng at all, and then shouted at the guards, and let Ling Jiantong be escorted to the death row of the Criminal Department.

Mu Jinghong watched this change happen to Ling Jiantong from beginning to end, he thought she would cry, but at the end, she was tied up and escorted down, and her eyes stubbornly refused to leave a tear.