Song Beibei was taken outside the pavilion where Princess Mingzhu was.

Princess Mingzhu nested the poem in a ball, threw it outward, and smashed it on Song Beibei's forehead impartially.

Song Beibei couldn't help but "hiss", this princess is really powerful.

She picked up the paper on the ground, spread it out and looked at the poem, and after reading it, she had a little understanding of this pearl princess in her heart.

Even if I haven't seen her yet, I guessed that she must be a plump person, otherwise I wouldn't have been so angry when I saw this poem mocking the fat man.

Princess Mingzhu's voice came through the curtain: "Song Beifeng, you are so bold!" My imperial brother loves talent, and specially brought you to the capital, but you don't think about the emperor's grace, and you write such unbearable poems to ridicule me? Someone, arrest her and bring her back to the princess's mansion, and I will interrogate her personally! ”

The princess's voice is quite nice.

What she said was similar to the process that Song Beibei expected, but fortunately she had already made complete preparations......

She hurriedly explained: "Wronged, Your Royal Highness Princess, this poem was not written below!" ”

Another voice beside Princess Mingzhu sounded: "Heh, I expect you to deny it, but this is also easy to prove, you only need to compare your handwriting on weekdays to know whether you wrote it or not!" ”

Song Beibei could hear that this was Yang Xun'er's voice...... Sure enough, this incident is really a ghost done by Yang Xun'er.

"Princess, the handwriting can be imitated, especially my handwriting, which is the most fashionable hairpin flower in Dayong, as long as you think about it carefully, you can make it similar."

Yang Xun'er sneered: "Who has the kung fu to figure out your handwriting?" You stop quibbling! ”

Song Beibei sighed helplessly: "Your Royal Highness, I just had a little misunderstanding with you when I was in Los Angeles, and you framed me like this?" ”

Yang Xun'er heard that she had recognized herself, so she directly lifted the curtain and walked out, standing above and looking at Song Beibei coldly: "Bold!" I am the princess of the king of southern Xinjiang, how can I take such a small role as you in my eyes? You keep saying that you didn't write this word, do you have proof? ”

Most of the talented people in Beijing know about Princess Mingzhu and her rumors, so they are naturally far away from her. At this time, I saw that there was a bustle here, so I came around to see.

Of course, Song Beibei has evidence to prove her innocence, and she has been prepared for a long time.

She raised her right hand: "Your Royal Highness, this handwriting is indeed written by someone else to deliberately imitate my handwriting in order to frame me, because my right hand is injured today, and the poem I wrote for the princess was written with my left hand, and the handwriting is not like this at all!" ”

Yang Xun'er was stunned, but she didn't expect that she would perceive her plan in advance, and she also made a countermeasure in advance?

No, she didn't believe that this man's hand was really injured, so she immediately ordered the guards around her: "Go and take off the silk handkerchief from her hand!" I can't believe her hand really hurts to the point where she can't write! ”

The guards stepped forward in response and took down the silk handkerchief in Song Beibei's hand, and the bloody wound was displayed in front of everyone.

Especially the few people who were close to each other, as if they still smelled blood.

They whispered, "This hand is so badly injured, I'm afraid I can't hold the pen, right?" How do you write? ”

"yes. This framing is also too obvious......"

"Song Jieyuan is so pitiful, it's not good to offend anyone, offend ......"

Song Beibei looked at Yang Xun'er with a pitiful expression, which was imprinted in Yang Xun'er's eyes, but this became a provocation.

Yang Xun'er stepped forward suddenly, grabbed her hand, and wiped her wounds vigorously with a handkerchief.

Song Beibei frowned and exclaimed in pain: "Don't, Your Royal Highness the Princess, it hurts so much......"

"Pretend! Come! Bring the water! ”

The guards came over with tea, and Yang Xun'er poured on Song Beibei's "wound".

I don't know what is added to the dye that Gong Zhijin studied, but when he met theophylline, he reacted, igniting a layer of fine water mist, which fell on Song Beibei's hand and clearly did not hurt, but it looked like it was pouring boiling water, and it had the effect of water vapor.

Song Beibei didn't actually hurt, but it looked like it hurt, so she immediately looked full of pain, screaming and screaming in pain.

Most of them here are scholars, and no one has ever seen such a cruel battle as scalding a wound with boiling water, and everyone is terrified when they see it, and some people just close their eyes and turn their backs, and they don't dare to look at it.

At this time, Jiale rushed over with a piece of paper dyed with a little ink, knelt down in front of the pavilion, and shouted anxiously: "Princess Mingzhu Rongyu, the slave maid is Song Jieyuan's personal maidservant, the slave maid can prove that my son-in-law really did not lie, he really wrote poems for the princess with his left hand, and the handwriting is not the same as before!" ”

Yang Xun'er saw that she couldn't get rid of the wound, so she gave up for the time being, and turned around and glared at Jiale: "Shut up!" Since you are Song Beifeng's personal maidservant, you are naturally oriented towards her! ”

Jiale looked directly at Yang Xun'er without humility or arrogance: "The slave knows that there is no basis for what she says, so the slave and maid brought the evidence!" ”

Jiale looked at the pearl princess behind the curtain again: "Princess, this piece of paper in the slave's hand is on Xie Yuan's table, when Xie Yuan was writing poems for the princess, the ink penetrated the first layer of paper and fell into the second layer, although she couldn't see the whole picture, but she could vaguely identify a few words, and after reading the handwriting, the princess could know whether Xie Yuan had written disrespectful words to the princess!" ”

Yang Xun'er's face turned slightly pale, wouldn't they be so lucky every time, and actually dismantle her strategy one by one?

She immediately said: "Bold slave! What is your identity, you dare to speak in front of the princess! Come on, drag her down and beat her! ”

Jiale had tears in his eyes, but he was still not afraid, and said straight to the guards who walked towards him: "Even if you kill me, I will speak for my son-in-law!" Her hand was cut by a broken teacup before she could write poetry, and her right hand could not write at all! You can kill me, but you can't slander my son-in-law! ”

Which of the talented people present doesn't want to have a maid who is as young and beautiful as Jiale and loyal to the Lord?

With this kind of woman by her side, she could write one poem a day, but now she can write ten poems a day!

Thinking about it like this, he was even more reluctant to suffer such a crime, and begged for mercy for Jiale: "Princess, since people have evidence, you can take a look." ”

"Yes, it's not too late to take a look at what Song Xie Yuan wrote before deciding."

Qu Sui was also in the crowd and looked at Song Beibei, but he didn't dare to stand up and speak for Song Beibei.

Yang Xun'er was about to explode, her chest kept rising and falling, thinking about turning around and letting Lan Qing give you all Gu! Let you not die well!

She swept around these talents, and was about to open her mouth to shut them up, when Princess Mingzhu in the pavilion suddenly said, "Come on, bring the evidence." ”

Yang Xun'er hurriedly said: "Princess, don't you ......"

Princess Mingzhu interrupted her: "You don't need to say much, I have my own measure." ”