"Obviously, I'm blocking the arrows for you and Weng Da Sima! But you said that Da Sima saved you? I was misunderstood by my grandmother! A grievance flashed in Bei Qingyan's apricot eyes, and he continued: "If it is proved that this arrow is not mine, do you want to apologize to me?" ”

In fact, her words were a pit, but Bei Qingzheng didn't notice it because of extreme anger, and immediately nodded in agreement: "Okay, if it turns out that this arrow is not yours, I will kneel here and apologize to you!" ”

"Tsk!" Bei Qingyan shook his head, learned Weng Guifei's acting skills, raised his hand to cover his heart and said, "It seems that the second brother is so eager that this arrow is mine!" ”

As soon as these words fell, Bei Zongmo frowned, thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt that Bei Qingzheng's attitude was a little weird, as the second brother, he shouldn't want his younger brother to be a traitor, but his attitude seemed to be the opposite.

"Since all three of them have already agreed to Prince Ben. Then ask your father to take a look! Bei Qingyan slowly walked to the center of the hall again, her shoulders were already covered with snow, and it looked like a round of moon from a distance, deserted, beautiful!

"Be discerning! Because this arrow almost killed the old minister!! If the old minister died, what would happen to these hundreds of thousands of soldiers? Weng Zhan finally stepped onto the stage, his face pale.

Bei Qingyan actually let his granddaughter suffer this strange bed today! even broke the roots of his precious grandson Weng Jin, although Bei Zongmo acquitted him. But he's already a waste!

Now he even has to apologize to Zheng'er on his knees! This little bastard is also worthy?

"Come, bring this arrow! I'm going to check it out! Bei Zongmo immediately ordered. Now everything is clear, it was the Weng family who framed Yan'er! But he can't fight now, he can only swallow this breath in his stomach.

The eunuch presented the arrow, Bei Zongmo took a closer look, and there was indeed a rock plum engraved on it, but in fact, what can the rock plum prove? But Weng Zhan is forcing each other everywhere, and he must give an explanation.

Just when he was entangled, his thumb touched lightly, and the color actually faded!

"W-how is this painted?" Bei Zongmo was stunned for a moment, and the next moment his face changed greatly, and he said sharply: "This is obviously someone framing the prince!" Lord Zheng! What do you have to say? ”

Zheng Linxuan was also stunned for a moment, and then knelt on one knee, his back straight: "Your Majesty, Weichen swears to the sky, Weichen has not touched this arrow, but he just read the words on it and hurriedly sent it over!" ”

Bei Qingyan lifted the corner of his robe and clenched his fists: "Father, Lord Zheng is innocent, this should have been painted by someone in advance, and he can blame me!" You can blame Lord Zheng again! ”

In fact, Zheng Linxuan is really innocent, this long arrow was engraved with Yanmei at the beginning, and the font was extremely small, and she could see it clearly with different pupils. She ordered Ah Ke to create a touch of the same arrow as quickly as possible, and painted the same rock flower, and ordered the millet grain to drop the bag on the way to send the arrow to Lord Zheng!

"Your Majesty! Don't you trust your ministers? Since he didn't trust it, Nachen took a few brothers to return to his hometown! Weng Zhan clenched his fists and pleaded, but his momentum was a little terrifying, and he was clearly threatening.

Bei Zongmo pondered, and after taking two deep breaths, he waved his sleeves and ordered: "Someone!" Drag Master Zheng to prison, and I will interrogate him personally! ”

"Father!!" Bei Qingyan shouted.

"Don't go yet!" Bei Zongmo waved his sleeves again, and then held his forehead: "I'm tired, go back to the dormitory to rest first!" ”

"Your Majesty......" Concubine Weng wanted to help, but he pushed her away, with extreme disgust on her face, and spit out a clear word: "Get out!" ”

This word was like a muffled thunder that slashed straight on the top of Concubine Weng's head, and her face turned suddenly pale, like dust.