"Presumptuous!" Mo Haoning picked up the waist knife in Lin Feng'an's hand with a sword, and the bright waist knife flew into the air and fell to the ground with a bang.

And at the same time as Mo Haoning acted, Qiao Xiya stepped forward and hid Zhuang Yumeng behind her.

"You!" Lin Feng'an looked at Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya angrily, "You are actually in the company of such evil demons......

"Lord Lin!" Mo Haoning, Chu Yun, Qiao San, the three of them blocked in front of Lin Feng'an in a zigzag shape, blocking the way between Lin Feng'an, Qiao Xiya and others.

"Is the prince harboring an evil who wants to slaughter the city?" Lin Feng'an saw that he couldn't step forward, and he hated the root of his teeth.

"Lord Lin suddenly became difficult, but are you afraid that Miss Zhuang will find out some ulterior secrets of the National Teacher's Mansion?" Mo Haoning looked at Lin Feng'an with a sneer.

"What secrets can the National Teacher's Mansion have! You don't want to spew blood!" Lin Fengan's face turned red, as ugly as a pig's liver.

"It's best to have no secrets!" Mo Haoning said coldly, "This is a case undertaken by Prince Hao and Dali Temple, Lord Lin is not easy to meddle in, right?"

"Good, good, good!" Mo Haoning's words misplaced Lin Feng's facial features, and it was difficult to speak, "I won't argue with you, I will report to Your Majesty and let Your Majesty decide!"

"Lord Lin is at his own convenience!" Mo Haoning picked the corners of his mouth, "Chu Yun, escort Master Qiao, Miss Zhuang, go home!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the backs of everyone in the distance, Lin Fengan clenched his back molars, and there was gradually killing intent in his eyes.

"Master, leave them alone! What can Zhu'er do now......" Lin Zhu's voice pulled Lin Feng'an back to reality.

"Lin Hai, don't be stunned, go and ask a Lang Zhong to come and show the girl!" Lin Fengan said, his hand unconsciously touched his eyesocket, and in a hurry, the wound that had just healed would still be faintly painful.

"Lord Wang." Standing outside the gate of the National Teacher's Mansion, Qiao Xiya looked at Mo Haoning. The moonlight sprinkled on the tears on Qiao Xiya's face, and the silver light shone, "Yu Xialiang is the master of Dali Temple, the same level as me, I can't help him, please fulfill the prince." Qiao Xiya bowed.

Mo Haoning stretched out his hand to help Qiao Xiya up, then looked up at the blood-colored remnant sun in the sky, and Zhuang Yumeng behind Qiao Xiya, and said in a deep voice: "Chuyun, quickly go back to the palace and tell Your Majesty about this matter, just say that Yu Xialiang of Dali Temple killed his wife and son, and now that the exact evidence has been found, Master Qiao and I will go to Dali Temple to get people, and ask Your Majesty to give you the right to act cheaply." In addition, General Su was ordered to quickly surround Yu Xialiang's house! Whoever comes near, take it down first."

"Yes." Chu Yun replied, pulled the reins on the side, turned over the horse, and walked away.

"Xiya, get on the horse. Let's go to Dali Temple." Mo Haoning handed the reins to Qiao Xiya's hand.

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"Lord! Mistress Joe!" Everyone swept into Dali Temple, and the busy officials in the courtyard saluted one after another.

"Bang Dang!" Mo Haoning didn't squint, and went straight to the room where Yu Xialiang worked alone in Dali Temple, and kicked open the door with his foot.

"Lord Hao!" Yu Xialiang walked out from behind the bookcase, and calmly threw his hands to meet the fierce crowd.

Just as Yu Xialiang came up, Qiao Xiya suddenly felt a surge of hatred spreading around her under the coercion of resentment. Qiao Xiya understood that this Yu Xialiang in front of her was the person they were looking for.

Qiao Xiya glanced at Mo Haoning and nodded slightly.

"Yu Xialiang, are you guilty?" Mo Haoning asked coldly with a gloomy face.

"This ......" Yu Xialiang groaned slightly, looked at everyone, and said with a confused expression, "I don't know if I am humble, and I ask the prince to make it clear."

Mo Haoning sat down after turning into the bookcase, and Qiao Xiya and the others stood still on both sides of the bookcase. Zhuang Yumeng was invited by Qiao Xiya to temporarily live in the jade pendant on Qiao Xiya's waist before entering Dali Temple.

Other officials in Dali Temple who heard the sound and came to see the excitement gathered at the door, turning their heads to each other and muttering. qs

"Yu Xialiang, this king came to ask you, what year were you born?" Mo Haoning looked at Yu Xialiang in front of the bookcase with a smile.

"Back to the prince, the humble position is born during the Xuancheng period." Yu Xialiang's face did not change

and replied with a smile.

"During the Confession Period." Mo Haoning sneered, "Then dare to ask Lord Yu how expensive you are this year?"

"Forty-nine years of humble life." Yu Xialiang's eyes flickered slightly.

"This king asks you again, in what year were Ling Zun and Ling Tang born? In what year did he die?" Mo Haoning sneered.

"This ......" Yu Xialiang frowned, he never expected that the prince would break into Dali Temple and kick open the door of the house, but it was precisely these chicken and dog fragments that he felt that no one cared about at all, so he didn't know how to deal with them for a while.

"Father...... Born...... Born in ......" beads of sweat crackled down Yu Xialiang's face and smashed to the ground.

"That's it," Mo Haoning sneered, "Lord Yu is in an important position, and it is understandable to forget the date of birth and death of his biological father, but Lord Yu should not forget his path to promotion, right?" Mo Haoning leaned forward, a pair of dark eyes stared at Yu Xialiang's red and white face, "Why don't you tell this king, which year are you the champion, which year you entered the Hanlin Academy, and which year did you enter the Dali Temple."

In the face of Mo Haoning's repeated questions, Yu Xialiang's face was like a pig's liver, his breath was like a cow, and beads of sweat the size of beans crackled down his cheeks.

"Surround Dali Temple! But if there is a break out, it will not matter if you shoot it!" Before Yu Xialiang could think of a speech, Gu Changan's voice came into Dali Temple.

"The Emperor has arrived!" Immediately after, Chang Shiliang's voice also sounded at the gate of Dali Temple.

Except for Mo Haoning and Yu Xialiang, everyone hurriedly came to the courtyard: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Mo Junchen swept past everyone and walked straight into the house. He took a deep look at Mo Haoning and Yu Xialiang who were standing in the middle of the room, and turned to sit behind the bookcase.

Mo Junchen's face sank like water, he didn't say a word, a pair of dragon eyes were blazing, he looked at Qiao Xiya for a while, and Yu Xialiang for a while.

As Mo Junchen's gaze swept over, Qiao Xiya obviously felt the jade pendant on her waist tremble slightly. She quietly stuffed the jade pendant into her arms with her hand.

"Get up." About a cup of tea, Mo Junchen said coldly.

"Long live you!" With the cry of the mountain, the crowd got up. At this time, night is gradually falling, and there are servants on the side who light candles, illuminating Dali Temple as bright as day.

"Qiao Xiya." Mo Junchen's voice was cold, without any feeling.

"Humble duty." Qiao Xiya is a shallow blessing.

"Do you know that you have the same official character as Lord Yu Xialiang Yu?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know that suing the same official will be punished with twenty rods first?"

"Yes."

"Xiya, don't help me sue ......" As soon as Qiao Xiya's words fell, Zhuang Yumeng's eager voice sounded in her mind.

Twenty rods, Zhuang Yumeng just listened, and he was so scared that he couldn't help but tremble. It's all daughters, and the three-finger-wide, one-finger-thick board hurts, Zhuang Yumeng can think of it with his eyes closed.

Qiao Xiya's answer made Mo Junchen stunned for a moment, and after a little hesitation, he continued to ask, "Then do you know what the consequences will be if you prove that Lord Yu is not guilty?"

"Eighty rods." Qiao Xiya replied truthfully.

"Xiya, don't help me sue ......" Zhuang Yumeng cried and begged in Qiao Xiya's mind. Qiao Xiya could even feel the jade pendant in her arms heating up slightly.

Zhuang Yumeng wanted to show up to stop Qiao Xiya, but Mo Junchen's true dragon heavenly qi suppressed her to death, and she couldn't move for half a minute. She could only plead bitterly in Qiao Xiya's voice: "Don't sue me, Xiya, don't help me sue again......

"Then do you want to continue to sue Yu Xialiang for killing his wife and son?" Mo Junchen's voice interrupted the voice in Qiao Xiya's mind.

"Yes. I still have to sue for my humble duties." Qiao Xiya was categorical, her eyes were firm, "Sue Yu Xialiang of Dali Temple, kill his wife and son!"

Facing Qiao Xiya's firm gaze, the look in Mo Junchen's eyes became extremely complicated, he hesitated again and again, and finally relented and nodded: "Okay." Come! Twenty rods!"