The next day, Song Zhifu slept until three o'clock in the morning before waking up, he didn't want to get up, he didn't want to get up at all, when the master knocked on the door outside, he really wanted to kill the master, and arbitrarily judged the case to deceive the people for so many years, this time probably the person who was killed was himself.

Song Zhifu got up very reluctantly, washed, ate breakfast, packed everything, and when he arrived in the lobby, he found that everyone had arrived, and Song Zhifu sat in his seat with some embarrassment.

"Feng Yi, can you find evidence to prove your brother's innocence?" The Chin Cha cannot be offended, and the face must be sufficient.

"Nope." Feng Yi said simply.

"Then why don't you look for it, what are you doing standing here early in the morning?" The whole person of the Song Governor's Mansion was in a circle, "Noon is coming soon, you have no evidence, and the official can only act according to the law." ”

"It's good for adults to handle it impartially." Feng Yiyun said lightly. To deal with people who do not play cards according to common sense is to be more unreasonable than him.

Normal people will be dissatisfied in every possible way at this time, shouting injustice, the Feng family is so calm, as if it is not Feng Ziang who will be beheaded for a while.

"Master Zhuo, then the official will handle it impartially." Governor Song cautiously glanced at Lord Qincha.

"It's good that the prefect handles it impartially." Zhuo Yunfan is also light and light.

Governor Song looked at Feng Ziang again, and he was not in a hurry. You yourself are not in a hurry, what is the prefect in a hurry? There is no evidence, just to complete the master's task. Governor Song steadied his mind and patted him in shock: "Take Feng Ziang, the criminal who stole the disaster relief silver, to the execution ground." ”

After a while, the officials escorted Feng Ziang into the prisoner car, and the prisoner car went all the way to the entrance of the vegetable market, and people gathered along the way, whispering around the prisoner car.

Even if Feng Ziang was wearing a prison uniform, he couldn't hide his righteousness, his proud and upright posture, calm and calm expression, and his picturesque face, the scar appeared under the hair fluttering in the wind, which made the girls feel distressed. A bold girl threw her purse onto the cart, and more and more purses were thrown into the cart with the hearts of the girls.

Zhuo Yunfan looked at the calm Feng Ziang on the prisoner car, and then looked at the girls with various expressions on both sides of the road, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

The Feng family siblings had calm expressions, not impatient or impatient, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Governor Song looked at the people on both sides of the road, and he had a headache, but he now understood why Lord Qincha and the Feng family brothers and sisters were so calm.

It was the first time I had seen rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, and stones thrown into the prisoner cart, and those who threw purses into the prisoner cart. In the past, everywhere the prisoner car went, passers-by gave way one after another, and it was unimpeded. Today, the common people are blocked in front of the prisoner car, the team is unable to move an inch, and the officials are evacuating the people, and their voices are hoarse.

finally walked to the execution ground, Feng Ziang was tied to the center of the execution ground, and the execution ground was surrounded by ordinary people.

There was still half an hour before noon, but the sun was already very hot, and the Song prefect sat in the shade, feeling a heat wave coming, but the people didn't seem to be afraid of the heat at all.

The prefect of Song was napping in a daze, and there was a commotion in the crowd, and the official came to report: "Someone wants to give Fengzi a bowl of wine." ”

Governor Song didn't want to make more troubles, but seeing that the crowd was very restless, he waved his hand and agreed.

An old man with a wine jar in one hand and two large bowls in the other, walked up tremblingly, came to Feng Ziang, pounced, and knelt down.

Fengzi couldn't move, couldn't help him, and shouted in his mouth: "Boss, please get up quickly." ”

But the old man did not get up, but first filled the two bowls, picked up one of them, looked up at Feng Ziang, and said with the greatest strength:

"Feng Gongzi once saved the dog in the flood, Childe and I have a kindness, I believe that Childe is innocent, old and incompetent, can not save Childe. However, when the dog served in the army, he killed the enemy on the battlefield and returned victorious, and he will surely clear his grievances for his son. With that, he raised his head and drank a bowl of wine.

picked up another bowl and carefully fed it to Feng Ziang, a clean Supa gently wiped the corners of Feng Ziang's mouth, and finally bowed to Feng Ziang three more times before walking off the stage.

When the old man came down, an old woman came up with a food box, and while feeding Feng Ziang, she was talking about how Feng Ziang had saved her daughter.

People came to the stage one by one, sending food and drink, thanking Feng Ziang for all kinds of kindness, and the Song prefect looked at those people, and finally his head was as big as a fight.

Zhuo Yunfan's fan is playing more and more pleasantly.

As soon as noon arrived, the prefect of Song hurriedly ordered: "Noon has arrived, and the execution will be carried out." The chopping token was thrown down like a hot potato.

The noise of the people that the Song prefect thought did not happen, but countless cold eyes stared at the Song prefect's mansion, as if they wanted to kill the Song prefect on the spot.

Feng Ziang knelt on the guillotine, the execution ground was quiet and terrifying, the executioner's big knife glowed coldly in the sun, and the heart of the Song Governor hung high, success or failure was at this moment.

The executioner's big knife was raised high, and everyone's hearts were raised high, Zhuo Yunfan's fan stopped shaking, and Feng Cangyue dragged Feng Xunyun to death.

The executioner's broadsword slashed down, and the cowardly man closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a petite white figure descended from the sky. A slender foot kicked the executioner in the shoulder, and the executioner fell to the ground, slamming his knife on the ground.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl helped Feng Ziang up.

The little girl who was like a fairy descended from the earth made the crowd start cheering, Zhuo Yunfan's fan shook again, and Feng Xunyun also calmed down in Feng Cangyue's hands.

"Take it, take it......" Song Governor jumped like thunder behind the table.

The four catchers immediately surrounded the little girl, and the little girl smiled at the four catchers: "You come to arrest me." ”

The four catchers rushed towards the little girl, but the little girl's body was too fast, and she walked between the catches, and she could catch her with a single stretch of her hand, but she always caught her empty.

The little girl looked at them with a smile and waited for their next move.

The people applauded and cheered, cheering for the little girl, and some people shouted to invite the little girl to eat delicious food and have fun.

Governor Song has a headache, a headache, first a group of affectionate farewells, this is another group of girls to save the field, is there a more nonsense execution ground than this?

Governor Song was about to call more arrests to the scene, when he saw Lord Qincha shaking a fan and walking to the execution platform.

"Little girl, do you know that disturbing the execution ground is a punishment."

"What about the punishment, my brother is not guilty, it is not the same to be beheaded." Facing Zhuo Yunfan, who was dressed in an official uniform, the little girl was not afraid at all.

"Do you have proof?"

"Yes, but it's still on the way."

"How can I trust you?" Zhuo Yunfan looked at the little girl in front of him who was not very old and timid, how could the children of the Feng family be so interesting.

"With my kung fu, before you catch me, the evidence will definitely arrive, Feng Youli begged Lord Qincha to fulfill it." The little girl threw herself down and fell to her knees.

"What if the evidence you said didn't arrive when I caught you?" Zhuo Yunfan looked at Feng Youhuan with interest, didn't she know that she was Wu Zhuangyuan?

"Youli is willing to share the sin with his brother."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Today's champion of science and martial arts, Lord Qin Chazhuo."

"Since you know that I am a martial champion, do you still want to compare with me?" Zhuo Yunfan reminded the little girl that Feng Ziang could not be saved, and it was not sure that she could not bring in another little girl who was like a flower.

"Of course." Kaede was not scared at all.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Well, you have such courage at a young age, and the official promised you that before I catch you, there is new evidence, and the case will be reopened, and if not, you will be guilty of the same crime as your brother." Zhuo Yunfan turned his head to look at Governor Song's mansion, "Does Lord Song have any objections?" ”

"Lord Chincha is wise and decisive." What objections does Lord Song have? Lord Song just wants to play dead.

Catch quickly retreated to the side, and the venue was left to Zhuo Yunfan and Feng Youyan.

One is the champion of today's science and technology, and the other is a fledgling little girl, although it seems that there is a huge disparity in strength, but everyone hopes that the little girl can win, even if she can't win, it can be delayed for a moment longer.

Two people made a move on the execution ground, one grabbed and the other hid, and they could still see clearly at the beginning, but after a few moves, everyone's eyes were dazzled, and every time the two stopped, there was a burst of cheers all around.

The gambling game in the restaurant next to it is also in full swing, and the bets in the names of the two people keep rising.

Suddenly, a person in the window on the third floor of the restaurant shouted: "Five hundred taels, bet on the little girl to win, the little girl wins, I donate everything I win." "It wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone looked up one after another, and in the window on the third floor, two fairy-like men, about thirty or forty years old, were more mature and wise than Feng Ziang and Zhuo Yunfan.

One is dressed in pink, with a bow tied on his chest, the other is dressed in white, with a folding fan in his hand and a light smile on his lips.

The people downstairs were stunned, and they even forgot to cheer, is this a fairy coming down to earth?

The man in white slowly spoke: "Six hundred taels, Lord Zhuzhuo wins, and mine is also donated." ”

The little girl on the stage jumped away from Zhuo Yunfan and shouted upstairs: "Master, you are eccentric, how can you be to outsiders?" ”

"You are a martial champion, you are just a fledgling, of course you have to bet on Lord Zhuo as a teacher." The man in white smiled dotingly at the little girl, "You can make a move under Wu Zhuangyuan, you are already proud of your teacher." ”

Zhuo Yunfan hugged his fist at the man in white: "Chu ......"

The man in white interrupted him: "You go on. ”

Zhuo Yunfan understood in seconds, and people didn't want to be named, so he took a deep look at the upstairs and continued to catch the little girl.

And Feng Xunyun had already pulled the fourth brother, squeezed out of the crowd, and went to the third floor of the restaurant.

Others don't know those two, he won't not know them, Xiao Youlian's master Chu Liuxiang, and the Feng family all know. And next to Xiang Shuai, with pink clothes and a bow tied on his chest, who else can he be besides the face of the ten-mile peach forest?

A few years ago, Feng Xunyun traveled thousands of miles to ask for peach blossom brewing, and people gave him a whole car, and today goodbye, of course, I have to thank him in person.

When the two walked into the lobby of the restaurant, they saw that there were people inside, all of whom came to bet, and even the grandmother who sold vegetables on the side of the road came in and placed a bet of five cents.

After the Song prefect was on the table next to the execution ground, although he didn't know the situation in the restaurant, the restaurant would really build momentum, and hung two banners outside the window, and the number of bets on both sides continued to rise.

This is the execution ground, the execution ground, not the casino, not the ring.