Without waiting for a response, Beixun Junting continued:

"Bei Mo has recently developed a new weapon, which is called the Three Crossbow Kill."

"Three Crossbows to Kill ......"

"Isn't the three-crossbow killing the second master of Ban's unfinished work?"

Hundreds of officials turned their heads to the ear canal.

Bei Xunlin's ugly gaze approached Xun Qinran! The sweat on the latter's forehead was already raining, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.

"You say." Beixun Junting walked in front of one of the people he brought and said.

The one who was named was the Xing'er who everyone knew had been killed in the Yingyan Pavilion.

"Slave... The slave family is a fine work placed by the prince in Kyoto, and it is transmitted to the prince at all times in order to listen to the news of Kyoto. ”

Xing'er was so frightened that she didn't dare to look up, "The slave family accidentally got the news of the second master of the class, so he informed the prince, and won the favor of the second master of the class, got the drawings of its successful development, and rubbed a copy and passed it to the prince. ”

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Bei Xunlin pointed at the star and scolded, his angry index finger trembling.

Xing'er shrunk her neck, glanced at Beixun Junting and continued:

"Some time ago, a singer suddenly appeared in Baixianglou and competed with me for the Oiran, in the dance, I saw the same tattoo of the Lin Wangfu at the ankle of the Oiran as me, the man said to me that there was no star again, someone assassinated me that night, I felt that something was wrong, so the maid who depended on me for his life came up with a plan to get rid of the golden cicada, and the fish committed suicide by taking poison to protect me, we worked hard for the king of Lin for half of our lives, and never betrayed, why did the prince send someone to get rid of us!" Xing'er was moved by what she said, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Beixun Junting walked in front of the other person again and stopped.

That person was the Jingdu Kun Zhao.

"The criminal minister is the Beijing Governor Kun Zhao, the criminal minister has a secret relationship with the servant of the Ministry of Rites, and removes some troublesome people and things for him, the matter of the second master of the class is indeed my doing, but the criminal minister who sold the drawings to other countries really did not participate."

"Lord Wei's nephew, but it's your handiwork?" Beixun Junting asked coldly.

Wei Qizhi was already in poor spirits because of the death of his nephew, but when he heard himself, his eyes were enlarged, and he looked at Bei Xunlin in front of him in disbelief!

"Yes. It was the squire who ordered this man to offend the prince. Kun Zhao lowered his head and said.

Wei Qizhi's eyebrows trembled, his demeanor was full of anger and seemed to be ten years old for a moment, the world knows that he has no children under his knees, and the most favored is this nephew, it can be said that this nephew walks sideways in Kyoto, but as everyone knows, he is his own son!

Unexpectedly......

The hand in Wei Qizhi's sleeve clenched his fist tightly, and his nails sank into the flesh slightly, leaving a trace of blood.

"Wei Aiqing, don't listen to this person's nonsense!" Seeing his appearance, Beixunlin said hurriedly to him.

But it was too late!

Beixun Junting walked in front of a woman again, that is, Wanyan girl from Baixiang Building.

Wanyan saw the white boots that appeared in front of her, stretched out her son, and said tremblingly:

"The slave maid is a singer trained by King Lin since childhood, originally dedicated to the emperor's singer, and then sent the slave maid to Baixianglou to be an oiran, the prince found out that Xing'er sold the drawings of the second master of the class to the black market, and ordered the slave maid to take over Xing'er's position and deliver news to him, the slave and maid really didn't do anything else, really!"

The last one, dressed in black, tied with thick ropes, with a piece of linen stuffed in his mouth, and tattoos on half of his face, knelt on the ground but looked at everyone with his head held high, without fear.

"Lord Yu! Familiar? "Beixun Junting's sharp eyes seem to have thousands of cold swords, stabbing at Yu Qinran!

"No... Uncooked! Or the heart is weak, and Yun Qinran's tongue trembled when he spoke.