Mrs. Meng's loud voice overpowered the noise in the field.

Everyone was silent, and they all looked at Mu Yunhan, could it be that this thing could be reversed?

Mu Yunhan smiled slightly, gracefully saluted everyone, and said loudly: "Just now, Muhou Mansion has already shown their evidence, and now, it's my turn to speak." ”

She deliberately stopped and asked Old Marquis Mu and the others: "Let me say a few words, do you have any opinions?" ”

Old Marquis Mu glanced at her disdainfully, and didn't bother to pay attention to her.

What the hell!

If it weren't for her blood, it wouldn't be worth his shot.

A clan elder frowned and said, "If you want to say anything, it's early, if you don't say it, you won't have a chance!" ”

The person who said this was the son of the third grandmother.

Mu Yunhan glanced at him and said loudly: "There is a genealogy in Muhou Mansion to prove that the clansmen of the Liuxian branch are not divided, but I have a precious thing here that can prove that this matter is not groundless." ”

She walked to the side of the stage, saluted the old man of Huangshi and the people of Fangshan who were already seated, and asked, "The second elder has studied the font of the founding Funing Princess, isn't it?" ”

The old man of Huangshi nodded together with the people of Fangshan Mountain.

The people of Fang Shanren said lightly: "The whole Da Zhao, the old man dares to say second, no one dares to say first." ”

The old man of Huangshi was not convinced: "The old man boasts of himself, what about me?" ”

The Shanren glanced at him: "You, at best, are third." ”

The old man of Huangshi was furious: "You will only play these verbal kung fu." ”

Meng Jie separated the two of them and said with a wry smile: "Two uncles, this is not the time to fight for this, let's listen to what the fifth sister has to say first." ”

Mu Yunhan said aloud: "I have a letter here, which is a handwritten letter written by the founding daughter of Funing to the Duke of Xiaoyan in the past. ”

"Handwritten letters?" Old Marquis Mu was shocked, and subconsciously said: "Ridiculous, where will there be any handwritten letters?" ”

Mu Rong clenched her veil tightly and looked at Mu Yunhan intently.

The old man of Huangshi and the people of Fangshan had already strode to the high platform, urging: "What kind of handwritten letter, take it out quickly!" ”

Mu Yunhan carefully took out a rectangular flat box, opened the lid of the box, and handed the yellowed letter inside to the old man Huangshi: "Please take a look at the two uncles." ”

The old man Huangshi was not busy opening it, first looked at the letter, and sighed: "This is indeed the white paper of Fufeng Sangma more than a hundred years ago. ”

The people of Fangshan agreed: "That's right. ”

The old man Huangshi plucked a hairpin from his head, carefully opened the letter paper, and prepared to explore the contents.

The Shanren scolded him: "The sun is so big, the wind is so strong, you just did it, what if it breaks?" Don't think about others at all! ”

The old man of Huangshi was furious: "You stinky and shameless person, step on me to set off you, aren't you?" ”

Mu Yunhan saluted the two of them separately: "Uncle Shi......"

The Shanren stroked his beard and said disdainfully: "For the sake of the juniors, I don't care about you." ”

The old man of Huangshi glared at him angrily, eager to strangle him to death on the spot.

Old Marquis Mu's face was ugly.

These people really don't take Muhou Mansion in their eyes at all, so they are gagging and making trouble as if no one is around.

Several clan elders gave him frequent glances, asking if this matter would be reversed.

Old Marquis Mu ignored them.

He had never heard of the existence of this epistle.

Even before that, they had expected many of Mu Yunhan's means of resistance, but they never thought that there would be letters.