Caiyue was a little embarrassed.

Miss Shanyun is really like a god, no wonder the master obeys her.

While speaking, Song Yisheng had already come to the door.

"The two guards guarding the bamboo drill are in the courtyard, so if you want to check, take it with you." Changning said.

Song Yisheng hummed: "I don't suspect you, it's just that the thief steals the treasure first and kills the last, so I have to give an explanation to the upper and lower levels of the house." ”

"Shanyun understands." She said.

Of course, Changning knew how much pressure Song Yisheng was on.

In addition to public opinion from the outside world, there is also Song Yijin, who cried because of Chengyu's death and blamed her brother for ignoring her feelings.

Song Yisheng was desperate, so he had to take away the two guards who were guarding Zhu Zhu, which could be regarded as an explanation to the outside world, who made these two people the most suitable scapegoats.

So, Song Yisheng walked through the venue in the courtyard and interrogated two sentences.

Yang Dehai said that one of the bamboo drills was lost, and a little girl stood up and said that she saw the two of them sneakily leaving Yunyun last night.

"Cane to death." Song Yisheng's expression was cold.

"Wronged!" The two guards shouted: "The use of bamboo drills is all in the hands of Shanyun girl, and the subordinates really don't know!" Girl, girl, say something! ”

Changning's face was expressionless, and he shouldn't, so he turned around and entered the wooden room.

The two of them were desperate and collapsed to the ground.

On weekdays, the two of them killed others with a cane, but now they have become the souls of others.

The sound of bang bang resounded again in the back house of the Song Mansion.

Changning sat down at the table and turned the last copper plate.

The screaming in the yard soon stopped.

Outside the house, there was the sound of handymen sprinkling water and washing the floor tiles.

"Dangdang" copper plate flattened.

The dust has settled.

"Auntie, go all the way."

Changning tied the copper plate with a red rope and put it in the sachet.

Song Yisheng was still outside the door and didn't leave, Changning tapped his fingers on the table, she was counting.

Outside the door, Song Yisheng raised his hand to knock, and Yang Dehai suddenly ran over and whispered: "Master Hou, it's all clear, it was Fang Qian's tour of the city yesterday, and he didn't have time to assassinate his aunt at all." ”

Song Yisheng's hand stiffened, turned around and shouted: "Impossible, who else can he be." ”

Who else has such a bold son and such a big grudge.

From the first time Fang Qian raised an arrow to shoot him in the Xiliu Camp, Song Yisheng knew that this was a fish from the Liu family.

So after that, whether the ghost in his house was the Yilan who ran away, or Mo Chengyin who wore Shanyun's name, Fang Qian couldn't get out of it.

But now Fang Qian and Mo Chengyin actually had an alibi at the same time.

And it's all irrefutable.

Even Mo Chengyin's alibi witness was himself.

Yesterday afternoon, she came to him with a small crossbow and explained how to make a small crossbow, and she didn't leave until the Du family sent someone to arrest her.

So it could never be Mo Chengyin.

Even if Song Yisheng doubts everyone, he will not doubt his own eyes.

"Let's go down." Song Yisheng looked solemn and waved his hand.

Yang Dehai should be the first to retreat and leave.

Song Yisheng was preoccupied and pushed away the people in the wooden room.

Changning set up a small bamboo and wood crossbow, with a bamboo chisel hooked on the crossbow, pointing directly at Song Yisheng in front of the door.

He came back to his senses, took half a step back, and raised his hand to signal: "Miss Mo, don't misunderstand." ”

Changning hooked the corners of his lips and put down the crossbow: "I didn't misunderstand, Hou Ye is trying to save me, and I will also help Hou Ye get what he wants." When the time comes, we will not owe anything. ”

Be thoughtful.

Song Yisheng narrowed his eyes.

She behaved very well, a little girl with a ruined family and a string of revenge.

Clever, but not so smart.

Just under his control.

Perhaps, he was really suspicious.

Song Yisheng's face did not move: "Did Miss Mo misunderstand something, Ben Hou saved you, it was all because of my father's trust." ”

Changning raised his eyebrows.

"Why, Ling Zun never mentioned the friendship between the Song and Mo families to you?" Song Yisheng was slightly surprised.

Changning's expression did not move.

Song Yisheng is cunning and cunning, she is not sure whether this is his nonsense or whether it is true.

"No, I didn't." The girl said lightly: "The incident happened suddenly, and my father had time to entrust him with other things in the future." ”

Something else.

The one who was entrusted was probably the Mo family's trick.

Song Yisheng stared at her and nodded: "I see, you and I are really world friends, but my father died early, and Uncle Mo is far away in Chang'an, so he can only communicate with me a few letters every year." ”

"Where is the faith?" Changning immediately asked.

She didn't have the slightest awareness that she was a fake Mo Chengyin.

"Miss Mo is really cautious." Song Yisheng smiled, the frost on his face dissolved, and he really took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Changning.

The girl unfolded, and the first one: Nephew Sheng personally opened.

Changning quickly read it, and the content of the letter was written to express condolences to Song's father when he had just died in battle ten years ago.

She pretended to recognize the handwriting, her fingers touching the letter to the touch, and the age of the ink.

It is true that it has been eight years old, and the paper also has the dark lines of Chang'an Yumoxuan.

"It was indeed my father's handwriting, it turned out to be my brother's rescue." She looked up, a smile on her face.

Song Yisheng lowered his eyebrows: "Sister Xian doesn't need to be polite, you can live with peace of mind." ”

Changning bowed his head: "Brother Shi, don't worry, I still do what I promised, I just hope that after Brother Shi joins Chang'an, don't forget to avenge my father." ”

Song Yisheng was solemn and saluted: "That foolish brother is disrespectful." ”

Changning nodded: "Yesterday, I handed over the small crossbow method to Brother Shi, as for improving the power, I still have to study it for a while." ”

"No hurry, no hurry." Song Yisheng said.

Changning is still so faint, but the doubts in his heart have finally been solved.

No wonder Song Yisheng knows so much about the Mo family's tricks, it turns out that the Song and Mo families have long been friends.

It's a pity that Master Mo never imagined that his nephew would design and kill his family for the sake of the Mo family's tricks.

"However, there is still something unknown about the foolish brother." Song Yisheng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, raised his eyelids, and looked at the girl's face: "This handkerchief, but you left it?" ”

Changning clenched his fist in his sleeve.

Song Yisheng unfolded the veil, and the traces of the charcoal were almost clean, but he could vaguely see the courtyard painted by Changning at the beginning, and the towering old trees on the side.

"Sister Xian has been to the Willow Camp?" Song Yisheng is silky and smooth.

"No, I drew it casually, I just want to lead you to guess. Do you really have such a tall old tree here? She asked, the second half of the sentence was very relaxed, no longer a deep voice, but a pure Chang'an accent.

Song Yisheng's eyes lit up.

He has been to Chang'an twice, and in order to show his identity, he has also deliberately studied, but unfortunately the time is too short, but it is a bit nondescript.

Changning, on the other hand, is an authentic Chang'an dialect, which is easy to identify.

If you hadn't lived in Chang'an for more than ten years, you would never have said such a tune.

How old she is.

Song Yisheng no longer has doubts about her Mo Chengyin's identity.

"Sister Xian's thoughts can make me so miserable." Song Yisheng shook his head and smiled, a little doting between his words.

This familiar pampering made Changning's back hairy, and a greasy nausea rose from her stomach to her throat, making her tongue arch back, don't look over it to suppress the nausea.

Song Yisheng was not used to it, but she was still smiling.

At the same time, a little maid pushed open the door of Qingshu Courtyard, which had been sealed overnight.