The sharp tip of the hairpin pressed against his throat, and the magistrate gasped, and told Rong Sheng in a trembling voice, "The golden hairpin doesn't have long eyes, your hands are lighter." Rong Shi'an is the murderer of Murong Xian, even if you kill me, you can't change the result. It's even more nonsense for me to help Jiang Yehan commit perjury, he is a little scholar, I am the prefect of the emperor's Qin, what reason do I have to help him?"

As early as a few days ago, the magistrate had been in cahoots with Jiang Yehan and wanted to harm the Rong Mansion, but before the original plan succeeded, Rong Sheng came to settle the score, which was unfair to him. Obviously, he and Jiang Yehan had the idea, but he was left alone with the danger, which was not appropriate for him.

What's more, he has a vendetta with the Rong family in the past, and then let Rong Sheng know that Rong Bei, the puppet of the living dead, is hiding in his mansion, and this hairpin tip is probably not a threat in the throat, but directly piercing in to kill him. Therefore, he could not say anything, and the more he spoke, the faster he died.

Rong Shengfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was suspicious of the attitude of Lord Zhixian who was not afraid of life and death, "You think I scared you and didn't dare to come to the truth?" The strength of the words doubled, and the tip of the hairpin scraped a hole along the flesh next to the blood vessels, and the hot blood poured into the neck along the neckline. The most effective way to deal with a hard-mouthed person like him is to be serious.

The magistrate shouted in pain, he covered the wound with one hand, held the hairpin tightly with the other hand to keep a safe distance, and said arrogant words in a weak tone, "Rong Sheng, you are bold, dare to assassinate the court officials?"

Rong Sheng withdrew the hairpin, circled around to the back of the magistrate's chair, and clicked on the acupoint while people were not paying attention, "It's a good idea to exchange your life for the innocence of my third uncle, as for the assassination ......" The fire accompanied her arrogant laughter, swaying wantonly, "Heh, who will know what I do......?

The cold golden hairpin was sticking to the scalp, and it was creepy. The magistrate couldn't figure out Rong Sheng's temperament, and he was afraid that she was acting out of proportion, and he couldn't bear the defeat in his heart, "Don't mess around, what do you want?"

Rong Sheng stepped on the chair where the buttocks of the magistrate were sitting, his elbows lined his thighs and knees, threw the hairpin on the table, and asked him with a low body, "What, Jiang Yehan's affairs are still hidden from me?"

The chair was unstable, and the body of the county magistrate was crooked, he looked at the bloody hairpin on the table, slowly glanced at Rong Sheng, and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you so sure that I have something to do with Jiang Yehan?"

"It's very simple, Jinling City is powerful and has a holiday with my Rong family, except for you, no one else. I can't think of it, Jiang Yehan is the only one left in the Jiang family, how did he convince you?" Rong Sheng inferred that the county magistrate is mercenary, and people who can't afford to be early will definitely not take the initiative to help Jiang Yehan, she frowned, and subconsciously guessed: "Jiang Yehan has your handle?"

"......" Lord Zhixian's mind was spinning rapidly, he was hesitating whether to tell Rong Sheng about the official bank, but saying it was tantamount to him asking for a dead end and giving the handle to Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng saw his unspeakable expression, and became more and more convinced of the previous speculation, she deliberately mentioned the old grudge with Jiang Yehan to eliminate his defensive mentality, "Actually, about the third uncle, I know that it is useless to look for you." Some time ago, the business of the six shops, Jiang Wan's death, the private collection of official silver and a series of other things, the relationship between my Rong family and the Jiang family has reached the point of incompatibility. In a few days, Jiang Yehan wants to marry my sister Rong Qingyi, I don't believe that he doesn't do it. I came here tonight to ask you something I wanted to hear, and if you said it, I would let you go! After all, my personal enmity with Jiang Yehan is not good for you. ”

"Really?" the magistrate was skeptical.

"It's true!" Rong Sheng nodded repeatedly.

The magistrate touched his cheeks and told him about stealing chickens and dogs. "It's not that Jiang Yehan is trying to blackmail me, isn't the Jiang family being raided when he gets involved in the official silver? Before the raid, Jiang Yehan took the initiative to dedicate the fields and houses he bought privately to me, and the seized official silver was a little ...... I also took it upon myself to stay. ”

This county magistrate is insatiable, what he said is at least a third in Rong Sheng's opinion, the Jiang family was imprisoned because of the official bank, and the magistrate, as a court official, actually committed a crime against the wind and ignored the laws of Nanning. The country that the Rong family has managed to defend with great difficulty, and the peace that countless soldiers have bought in exchange for the blood of countless soldiers, will be torn apart by these pests and ants in time! The emperor's body is getting weaker and weaker, the nine princes are coveting the throne and are ambitious, and the northern prince Baili Fusu is unimpeded in Nanning, and Nanning, which is suffering from internal and external troubles, will soon become restless.

She stared at the magistrate in disappointment, her voice mixed with contempt, "You still dare to take the official silver, aren't you afraid of ending up with the Jiang family?"

The magistrate smiled embarrassedly and flatteringly, and said luckily: "The handwriting on the bottom of the silver is blurred, I personally ordered the number, and the account is also reported by me, so there will be no accident." After that, he cleverly added: "The premise is that you don't expose my words." However, realizing that Rong Sheng's face was gradually gloomy, he hurriedly explained: "It's the real handwriting is not clear, I didn't send someone to melt the silver." ”

Rong Sheng felt: Even if the handwriting is really blurred, the magistrate, as a member of the imperial court, can't do this kind of ugly thing of guarding and stealing. Right now, she has to deal with Jiang Yehan's affairs, and the magistrate who deserves to die for this crime will be handed over to the emperor after Jiang Yehan is tried.

Lord Zhixian deeply felt Rong Sheng's hostility towards him, and added nervously: "By the way, Jiang Yehan has one more thing for me to tell you." ”

Rong Sheng stared at him, motioning for him to continue.

"Jiang Yehan said, if you come to my mansion and threaten with force, I want me to help you prove Rong Shi'an's innocence. I can refuse you directly, and if my life is in danger, I can ......" Lord Zhixian deliberately paused and sold Guanzi. Unexpectedly, Rong Sheng didn't answer his words at all, and said to himself, "Say that your father Rong Bei is in his hands!"

Of course, this is purely written and directed by the county magistrate. If he harms Rong Bei's pot, he will definitely have to deduct Jiang Yehan's head. In the future, if Rong Sheng misunderstood what he and Jiang Yehan did together, wouldn't he be wronged? The wound on his neck, he didn't want to suffer a second time.

Rong Sheng was convinced of the words of the magistrate. At the beginning, Rong Bei was imprisoned by Jiang Wan in the Jiang family's secret room, and later Jiang Wan died, Jiang Yehan must have a way to find Rong Bei and transfer people away, Jiang Yehan ...... She clenched her fists, glanced at Lord Zhixian, grabbed his shoulders, and asked him indifferently: "Do you have Jiang Yehan's whereabouts now?"