1. Song Yisheng asked himself, and the arrangement was seamless.

From the theft of the account book, he knew that someone was manipulating him behind his back, and he had been thinking about how he would save his life if that key page fell into the hands of someone else one day, and he was accused of going to the palace.

He thought about it and thought of this method, so when he saw Luo Feng, he informed Zheng Anhou of the layout method in the form of a letter.

Zheng Anhou also did as he said.

Pai Luofeng killed Yi Xuezheng, who forged the account book, faked on the spot, and also found the way to the criminal department, and added a sum to the file of the Liu family's case, saying that the account book had been stained with blood.

Even in prison, he used the Mozi Guild to dig out a King of Jin for him as a backer.

Although King Xiao Jin was extremely tired of him.

But this also shows the affection between his father, General Song, and the father of King Jin and the master of King Xiao Jin, and he Song Yisheng is not completely without background.

In this case, he still lost.

Lose to that thin piece of paper.

Could this be providence?

Zheng Anhou couldn't get used to his appearance, so he simply went out in person and struggled hard.

"This shows that the thief has sinister intentions!" Zheng Anhou searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and held back a sentence: "This is the back hand left by the thief, Fang Qian, Ben Hou has underestimated you!" ”

Zheng Anhou pointed at Fang Qian.

Changning flicked his sleeves suddenly, how dare Zheng Anhou rush into the princess, two steps backwards, and his face was pale.

"Zheng Qinhui, when are you going to act?" Changning squinted, "Do you think this palace doesn't know about these small tricks you are doing in the Criminal Department?" ”

Zheng Anhou took a step back, his eyes flickering: "Palace...... What His Highness is saying, Ben Hou, Ben Hou can't understand. ”

"If you don't understand, let Bengong tell you," Changning took his hand and pointed to the small words on the page: "You said that you wrote this line, so why don't you write it again and let Bengong take a look?" ”

Zheng Anhou swallowed his saliva, still calm: "Of course Benhou can write." ”

"Lord Kang, the Criminal Department should have a handwritten letter written by Cheng Shilang, and please transfer some for comparison." Changning said.

Zheng Anhou's face suddenly turned pale.

He had expected that there would be a test in the court, so he deliberately asked Cheng Mingju to write the same words and copy them every day, and now there are seven or eight points similar.

If these seven or eight points are similar, if they are compared with the handwriting on the dossier, they can fool the past, but if they are compared with the main character of Cheng Mingju, where can it be done.

Although Cheng Mingju had deliberately written the characters small, after all, time was tight, and it was impossible to be similar to Zheng Anhou, and he even retained his appearance.

Once you compare the previous handwriting, it will be exposed.

Zheng Anhou was almost desperate.

There are hundreds of officials from top to bottom of the criminal department, and no less than 20 people can access the files, how can she conclude that Cheng Mingju is a rule!

"Why did Your Highness say this? Master Cheng has always been at odds with Ben Hou, and you want to find him to give false testimony. Zheng Anhou was still bewitching, trying in vain to divert Changning's attention from Cheng Mingju.

But Changning occupies the experience of rebirth, and he has long known that Cheng Mingju has a handle in Zheng Anhou's hands, so how can he let go.

"That's not right, and there is no reason for Lord Cheng to defend you." Changning's voice was fluttering, but it aggravated the voice: "Lord Kang? ”

"Well, yes, Your Highness." Kang Zi was dazed early in the morning.

He glanced at Taifu Qin, and when he saw Taifu nodding, he immediately sent someone to the Criminal Department to compare the relevant copywriting written by Cheng Mingju, and ordered someone to find Cheng Mingju and write these words in person.

Dali Siqing also ordered someone to give paper and pen to Zheng Anhou.

Zheng Anhou lifted the pen, and there were already layers of cold sweat on his forehead.

He swallowed hard.

Changning was wearing a white veil and Shi Shiran looked at him: "Why, Zheng Anhou won't tell this palace, I don't know these words." ”

"Of course not." Zheng Anhou was calm and dipped his sleeves in ink.

The rich ink condenses the tip of the pen into a droplet shape, and the arc is beautiful, and the ink color is bright.

Zheng Anhou took a deep breath, glanced back at Song Yisheng, and was about to put down his pen.

"Master Hou!" There was a sudden roar from the crowd.

Zheng Anhou turned around: "Luo Feng, what are you going to do?" ”

Luo Feng was originally injured, but now he suddenly came to the hall and shouted: "You are a first-class marquis, how can you be forced to write such a thing." ”

"Joke, isn't your Hou Ye innocent, this is exactly how he proves his innocence, why was he forced?" Qin Wujiang ridiculed on the side.

"Luo Feng, don't retreat yet." Zheng Anhou made a look, turned to the side to face Luo Feng, and put down the pen to ask for a book.

"Master Hou!" Luo Feng suddenly shouted and rushed out.

Changning's face turned bad when Luo Feng appeared, and he instantly shouted: "Stop him!" ”

How can the actions of the officials be as fast as Luo Feng, and the distance is very close, Luo Feng flipped in the air, kicked out a leg sideways, and the target was Zheng Anhou's arm.

Changning saw that the situation was not good, and took the lead in stepping forward.

But although she is good, Luo Feng is the commander of Zheng Anhou's guards after all, he goes all out, and Changning is obviously not an opponent.

But at this time, if Zheng Anhou can't write in public, he will miss the best opportunity to bring down Zheng Qinhui.

If you don't die, you will have endless troubles.

Changning's eyes were cold, and he stood in front of Zheng Anhou with his body, and in his hand was a sharp dagger pulled out of his boots.

In the midst of lightning, Changning had already calculated the results.

Luo Feng volleyed up with a kick, unable to restrain his momentum, and would definitely be in her chest.

And the dagger in her hand will make him pay.

The hamstrings will break.

Although both sides were defeated, Zheng Anhou was intact and could not escape the fate of writing in public.

That's enough.

The girl smiled.

She was born in a gate, so she is not afraid of risks.

Qin Wujiang and Fang Qian also became irritable, and they acted at the same time, but they were all behind Changning.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

Cheng Daren and the others only had time to open their mouths wide, and they couldn't see what was going on at all.

Changning stared at Luo Feng and jumped up on the spot, like a little leopard ready to attack, cold and bloodthirsty.

On the side of the lobby, a man dressed as a servant stepped forward.

He couldn't see a hint of annoyance in his expression, his brows furrowed, and he popped out a silver ingot.

The silver ingot, which was wrapped in mellow internal strength, galloped through Qin Wujiang and Fang Qian, and was right on Luo Feng's side.

Luo Feng's body in mid-air suddenly twitched.

The waist eye is an acupuncture point, which makes his body curl up, and his legs can avoid Changning, and it looks like he is actively retracting.

But Mu Lang was full of internal strength, and Luo Feng suddenly hit the side pillar, and his strength was extremely fierce.

He hated Changning very much, and only wanted to kick this kick with all his might, as long as Changning could fall backwards and hit Zheng Anhou, it would not be in vain for him to accompany his life.

But now not only has it fallen short, but it hasn't even touched the corner of Changning's clothes.

Angry and angry, internal injuries attacked, Luo Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Luo Feng!" Zheng Anhou shouted angrily.

Rubbish!

Changning stood still and looked into the back hall.

Mu Lang didn't hide.

If he helps, why should he hide?

The man's expression was indifferent, and he bowed his head at her.

Changning's expression under the veil was a little confused, remembering what Mu Lang had asked her before.

Ask her what she wants.

So, Mu Qingyan really wants to help her?

The corners of the girl's lips are slightly curved.

Thanks to him, the icing on the cake.