Song Yisheng's heart was full of alarm bells.

Although he always felt that everything Song Yijin did was acting, in order to frame and retaliate against Mo Chengyin, but she acted to this point, which made Song Yisheng have to doubt the authenticity of the matter.

"Master Hou, the appearance of the eldest lady is not fake." Yang Dehai also expressed his opinion.

"I wish she did it on purpose." Song Yisheng let out a long breath.

Even he can deceive him, and his sister can be on her own.

But obviously, Song Yisheng doesn't believe that Song Yijin can think so comprehensively and have this kind of ability.

"The eldest lady's injury is indeed true, even if it is not Miss Mo's injury, I am afraid that it is the remnants of the Liu family." Yang Dehai said.

Song Yisheng agrees with him, believing that Song Yijin was indeed attacked by the remnants of the Liu family, but he was suffering from no evidence and could not be hunted down.

"If what Yijin said is true, then what does this matter have to do with her." Song Yisheng pressed his eyebrows.

Yang Dehai hung his head.

The evidence was all found by him personally, and everything was said that the one in the Qingnuan Pavilion was Mo Chengyin.

"There is a saying in the Jianghu sect that it is easy to disguise, will it be ......," Yang Dehai mentioned.

"Yi Rongzhi's statement has no evidence, not to mention," Song Yisheng paused and looked at the night sky.

"If your whole family suffers, can you calm down in just one month, lie dormant by the enemy's side and serve him, and still be thoughtful and quiet?"

Yang Dehai hung his head and was silent.

"I can't." It was Song Yisheng who spoke, and his eyes were gloomy.

"No one can, Master Hou." Yang Dehai Road.

Such a person is almost demonic.

And they all know Miss Liu's temperament, although she is very smart, she never has such terrible self-control and control.

"yes." Song Yisheng sighed, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

"So it can only be Yijin's frame, or ......"

Yang Dehai looked up at him.

"Someone is using Mo Chengyin behind the scenes to distract me." Song Yisheng said.

He put too much effort into Mo Chengyin's matter, this direction was pointed out by his own sister, and he never took it lightly, but in this way, he didn't have time to track down the real Mu Sheng's whereabouts.

Yang Dehai was stunned: "What does Master Hou mean?" ”

"Could it be that someone is behind the scenes, such as the remnants of the Liu family, they deliberately sent someone to assassinate Yijin, release the wooden kite, and Chunxiao, causing a misunderstanding between Yijin and Mo Chengyin and attracting my attention."

Song Yisheng was suspicious and wise, and he even guessed that a situation that even Changning had not calculated had a certain possibility.

Now, he was even more distressed.

"If that's the case, what are they for?" Song Yisheng raised his head sharply and stretched out his hand: "Paint!" ”

Yang Dehai hurriedly took out the painting and handed it over.

Song Yisheng took it, turned his back to the wall, and slowly unfolded it......

As soon as Changning walked out of the door, he bumped into a figure: "Fang Qian, why are you here?" ”

"I'm not here," Fang Qian grimaced, through the wooden window, he saw the flames in the room gradually spreading and devouring the corpse of the supervising grandmother, and slowly turned his head to look at Changning: "I won't see you killing innocents indiscriminately." ”

Changning raised his eyebrows and glanced back, the firelight would soon attract patrols.

"Get out of here first."

She was the first to climb onto the wall, getting out before the guards of the official slave department surrounded her.

Fang Qian followed her, his expression so gloomy that he could wring out water.

Changning led the way and came to the inn room.

Fang Qian lifted the floor and pulled out the letter, sneering: "There is no need to make an appointment, just say it here." ”

"Who else is Miss Mo going to kill, Fang is working for you, how about Song Yisheng?" Fang Qian was a little weird.

Changning looked at him with an expressionless face: "You can't kill him." ”

"I can't kill him! He's Qing Anhou, and the ironclad guards around him are all difficult, and I won't kill him. ”

Fang Qian looked at her with some sadness: "I thought that you, like me, wanted to restore your reputation for the wrongdoers, and let Song Yisheng suffer the consequences." ”

"I'm just like you." She said.

If she just kills Song Yisheng, she has a chance.

She kept Song Yisheng in order to restore her grandfather's reputation for Zhaoxue for the Liu family.

"Then why are you killing innocents indiscriminately? What can the grandmother of the official slave department have to do with Song Yisheng! Fang Qian roared, his eyes spitting fire.

He didn't expect that.

Unexpectedly, the battlefield killed the enemy, and the heroic woman killed the old and weak women and children.

It's also so crisp and neat.

This time, he didn't have the thrilling shock on the battlefield, some, just thrilling and chilling.

Changning knew that Fang Qian still regarded her as Mo Chengyin, so he didn't know what important secrets the supervising grandmother knew, nor did he know how important the evidence was in the hands of the supervising grandmother.

The timing was good.

She was about to speak.

"The old general said that we are the ones who protect the people." Fang Qianhu's eyes were full of tears.

He never thought about it.

One day, in order to clear the old general's grievances, he will stretch out the butcher's knife to the necks of the people of Qing'an and harvest the lives of the people.

Changning clenched his fists.

She remembered her grandfather's words.

But after eight years in her previous life, she had already let go of these principles and chose principles that were more suitable for her survival.

That is.

In order to achieve the goal, unscrupulous means.

Changning closed his eyes, and his mood could not be described as anger or sadness.

At this time, Fang Qian was like her eight years ago, how could she bear to blame her former self.

She just didn't expect to face her former self again.

Fang Qian's words were like torture of her cruel methods.

She ruled the Great Chu for eight years, and with the intention of revenge on the royal family, she killed many innocent lives, and was cursed by the subjects of the world, which was the source of the chaos in the country.

Now it is reborn.

The Heavenly Avenue let her know the identity of her princess, perhaps, just to give her this opportunity to change her previous decision and have mercy on her people.

This thought flashed through Changning's mind, and her wooden face turned calm.

"The old general has lived by this principle all his life, and so have I. I have my own bottom line, though. She said.

From today, it's not too late.

Fang Qian was stunned.

"But I'm not wrong about this, she has a reason to die." Changning also said.

"You!" Fang Qian clenched his fists.

Changning raised his chin: "For the sake of the great cause of the country, I can sacrifice the lives of some people, not to mention that I have a reason to kill her." She looked at Fang Qian, "This is my bottom line." ”

"You're contradicting yourself!" Fang Qian said.

"I have my rules, why should I tell you?" Changning said.

Fang Qian's throat moved.

"I don't need to explain anything to anyone." Changning looked away.

Fang Qian laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Changning no longer mentioned this matter, but took out a page from his arms: "Where did you put the account book?" ”

Fang Qian trembled violently when he saw the paper, and he even forgot to be angry: "That's it, that's it!" You really got it. ”

Changning smiled: "That's right. ”

"Good! Let's go to Beijing. Fang Qian smiled.

"It's not us, it's you." Changning looked at him.