Noon.

The sun is blazing.

The scorching heat suddenly rose, and the hot people were out of breath.

Lunchtime.

The small noodle melon is hot and has no appetite, and he stumbles around and drinks sour plum soup.

"Eat something, although all your money goes into the king's pocket, but the king's broad-mindedness will not shorten your food." Jun Moyan knocked on the table.

"Uncle mentioned such a sad thing when he was eating, it affected my appetite." Gui Yuxi looked at Jun Moyan sadly.

"The king didn't see it." The small noodle melon has already drunk five bowls of sour plum soup, and the chicken feet and pork ribs have also been filled with a lot, as well as pastries, which is still called poor appetite?

What does it look like when you have a good appetite?

Today is not peaceful, and the person who came is Lord Xia Zhi, the young secretary of Dali Temple.

"How come Lord Xia has time to be a guest? What's the matter with our prince? The butler asked.

The relationship between Lord Xia Zhi and the prince is still okay.

But now he is very serious: "There is a strong . . . The murder of the violent girl is related to the prince, so I came to the prince to ask him to cooperate with the investigation of the matter. ”

The housekeeper was stunned: "What...... What, my lord is strong...... Also, I killed people. ”

He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Yes, please call the prince out." Xia knows.

The butler ran over with his heavy legs.

"Prince, prince, something is wrong, something is wrong." The butler was out of breath and told the story again.

The little noodle melon opened its mouth wide.

What?

Uncle kills? Also, still strong?

Oh my God.

This wife is terrifying!

She vaguely saw Uncle Yintang black yesterday, with a fierce appearance, but not serious, thinking about it during the day and then taking a closer look, who would have thought that before reminding the uncle, the catastrophe was coming!

Jun Moyan was only slightly stunned and then returned to his expressionless appearance.

The little noodle melon was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "What should I do uncle?" Why aren't you in a hurry? ”

"Useful in a hurry?" Jun Moyan said lightly, calmness in the face of problems is the most important thing.

"But...... What now? ”

"Those who are clear are self-purifying, and this king has not done this thing, and he is not afraid of investigation." Jun Moyan followed Xia Zhi to Dali Temple after purifying his hands.

*

The so-called good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

Jun Moyan strengthened the girl and killed people, and the fermentation intensified.

In the streets and alleys, many people are talking.

"King Yuanbei has killed someone, have you heard?"

"I heard that there is a strong girl."

"I really know people and faces, but I don't know my heart."

"King Yuanbei is actually such a person."

"Tsk, but I think he can do that."

"Think about it, he recklessly wives, and the daughter-in-law who married home can't eat at all, and over time, the psychology is a little sick."

"It's the same, so I want to force the girl to kill people to vent my anger."

*

Dali Siqing interrogation room.

Jun Moyan sat there like a statue in a dark robe.

The dark eyes looked at Xia Zhi indifferently: "This king has never done it." ”

"Now all the evidence points to you." Xia knew: "On the same day, someone saw you appear in Xiaoqiao, hugging Cui Ya, very intimate, after Cui Ya died, holding your jade pendant in his hand." ”

Xia Zhi put the jade pendant on the table: "This jade pendant...... Isn't it yours? ”

Jun Moyan glanced at it: "Yes." ”

This jade pendant was left when he repaid Cui Ya for saving his family's life, hoping that they would exchange it for some silver, but he didn't want to become a knife to stab him today......