Because they don't know who this boy in Tsing Yi is.

Therefore, some people even pulled out their sabers and prepared to take them down at the first order.

Fang Yunting didn't come back to his senses.

A jet-black slap print appeared on his official uniform, which looked a little funny.

Is she crazy?!

Fang Yunting couldn't believe what he saw.

Could it be that because he dares to speak out, he wants to make a fool of him in public?!

The officials here all know him, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, but no one knows that this young man in green shirts is Princess Yuanyi.

She just put that inky handprint on his official uniform, is she humiliating him?

Fang Yunting was shocked and angry, and said in a suppressed manner:

"Your Highness, what are you doing here?!"

Luo Nanyin's eyes were silent, she raised the corners of her lips, smiled both right and evil, and said:

"What? Don't understand? ”

With that, he imprinted a jet-black slap mark on him.

There are two jet-black slap prints printed on Yunting's official uniform below, which is very symmetrical.

This time, before Fang Yunting could speak, Luo Nanyin directly said sharply:

"If Lord Fang can't understand it anymore, don't wear this black gauze hat on your head!"

With that, she turned and walked away.

Luo Nanjin stood aside from beginning to end without any expression.

From the time Luo Nanyin imprinted the first palm print on Fang Yunting's body, he had already realized that something was wrong.

By the time she printed the second one, Luo Nanjin had already fully understood!

I see!

A fine glint crossed his eyes.

I can't tell you what kind of mood I'm feeling right now.

There are so many surprises that Luo Nanyin gave him!

This time he did not hesitate and directly caught up with Luo Nanyin's footsteps.

Seeing that Luo Nanjin was about to leave, Fang Yunting hurriedly said, "Your Highness......" but didn't know what to say.

Should I ask what to do with this case, or what should I do with Princess Yuanyi?

Luo Nanjin looked at him and said:

"Take a good look at the difference between the palm prints on your body and the ones on the wall!"

Seeing Fang Yunting's face confused.

Luo Nanjin, who has always been gentle, couldn't help but scold: "Idiot! With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Fang Yunting was left standing alone in a daze.

was scolded by Luo Nanjin for being a fool, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

But he was convinced by Luo Nanjin, so he didn't feel embarrassed, but felt that Luo Nanjin said this for a reason.

He froze, looking down to see how the handprints on his chest differed from those on the wall.

Take a look at it so quietly.

Sure enough, the more I look at it, the more wrong it becomes!

The joints of the fingers are concave, and if the dye is glued and printed on the paper, the joints of the fingers should be thinner.

But the bloody handprints on the wall are even clear on the fingers.

Could it be that this place is wrong?

Fang Yunting immediately denied his thoughts.

Because if a person prints hard, the finger joints will still be very clear.

This is not enough to suggest that the evidence is problematic.

Fang Yunting pondered for a moment, and then called someone to bring a piece of paper.

He learned the sound of Luonan, dyed the entire palm of his hand black with ink, and then printed it vigorously on the paper.

This time he was holding the paper with his own handprint on it and comparing it with the handprint on the wall.

This comparison, the bottom of his eyes sank.

I saw his palm print, and his left thumb was a silhouette.

In the natural state of the palm, when the left thumb is printed, only the side will be visible, and it is impossible to print it on the front.

However, the bloody handprints on the wall are clearly distinguished, especially the position of the thumb, which is completely imprinted on the wall.