"Who? Who killed my son?" Mrs. An Kanghou's eyes widened angrily, and when she turned her head, she saw Song Ling standing aside, and immediately stepped forward, grabbed Song Ling's wrist, and said viciously: "Is it you?

"Madame, please mourn, this matter of the little son, the official will definitely seek justice for the madame!" The prefect immediately stepped forward to persuade with kind words and made a look.

The official on the side immediately took a Taishi chair with interest, and the woman was angry and sad, and now in front of many people, she had no choice but to sit aside angrily, but her eyes were shot at Song Ling like poisonous arrows.

"How's the inspection?" the prefect asked, patting the shocked wood.

He bowed, and then said, "Back to my lord, the little boy seems to have been beaten to death." ”

"Ahh

Mrs. Ankanghou raised her hand and was about to slap Song Ling, but Song Ling grabbed it, looked at Mrs. Ankanghou with sharp and cold eyes, and said, "Madam, I understand your feelings about losing your son, but I am not a murderer." ”

As soon as Song Ling shook his hand, the woman stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately, the servant on the side supported her.

"You are presumptuous, you dare to contradict Mrs. An Kanghou!"

"You are presumptuous! above the public court, there is no status and humility!" Weimian choked the servant, then straightened his clothes, and said: "I just said that the little boy was killed, look at the shoe prints, there should be two murderers, judging from the degree of corpse spots, it can be inferred that the time of death is about three quarters in the hour." ”

"I didn't go out until five o'clock in the morning, it takes an hour from the General's Mansion to the alley in the south of the city, which means that I arrived at the scene of the crime, and I have been in the corner, in terms of time, I am completely out of suspicion, if you don't believe it, you can go to the General's Mansion to ask." ”

Song Ling said calmly, Mrs. Ankang Hou and the servants were a little surprised when they heard Song Ling's words, there is only one general's mansion in Xijing, that is the Song Mansion, and the person in front of him is actually from the Song Mansion?

"You fart, you are the murderer of my son!" Even if it is a person from the Song Mansion, looking at her son who died tragically, Mrs. An Kanghou pointed at Song Ling is scolding.

Immediately beating his chest and crying bitterly, the prefect made a look, and the servant immediately took Mrs. Ankang Hou to the Taishi chair and sat down.

"Is what Miss Song said true?" the prefect asked.

"Back to my lord, what Miss Song said is the same as what I inferred below. He replied, and then looked at Song Ling with some respect.

"If you deduce the same, you can get away with it, I don't care if you are Miss Song or Miss Song, you can't escape suspicion!" Mrs. An Kanghou gritted her teeth.

When Song Ling heard this, his face was full of helplessness, and sure enough, it was terrible for the shrew to scold the street.

"Mrs. Ankanghou lost her young son, and it is understandable that the king is overly sad, but the blood is spurting, it is Mrs. Ankanghou, you are wrong. Chu Linyuan didn't know when he walked in, his eyes looked up and down at Mrs. An Kanghou, and his tone was extremely cold.

"See the Night King. ”

"Slaves, see the Night King. ”

"The courtier Song Ling saw the Night King. ”

When everyone saw Chu Linyuan, they saluted one after another, and the prefect also walked down from his seat and saluted respectfully.

Song Ling looked at Chu Linyuan and was a little puzzled, how did Chu Linyuan come to Jiankang Mansion?

"The courtiers saw the night king, and the courtiers didn't dare to spew blood, but at that time, there was only Miss Song alone, and the courtiers had to suspect ......"

"I have to suspect something? I want people to pay for my life if I say that there is no evidence? Is there still a royal law?"

Chu Linyuan directly interrupted Mrs. Ankanghou's words, and said in a cold tone, so frightened that Mrs. Ankanghou didn't dare to speak.

"Governor Zhang, if you look at this matter, this king will not interfere, but Miss Song is a woman, how can she beat a man like this, right?" Chu Linyuan opened his mouth and said, the meaning of the words in his words was no longer too clear.

When the prefect heard this, he immediately woke up, turned around and knocked on the shocking wooden road: "This case, the plot is complicated, and it needs to be carefully investigated, and Song Ling, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, has no suspicion." ”

After the prefect finished speaking, he quietly glanced at Chu Linyuan, looking at Chu Linyuan's satisfied eyes, the prefect breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Mrs. Ankang Hou with a sad face and said:

"Madam, don't worry, this official will definitely find the real culprit and give an explanation to Mrs. and Son. ”

When Mrs. Ankang Hou heard this, even if she had more opinions, she didn't dare to say anything, so she had to nod her head and leave with the support of the servant.

After leaving the hall, Song Ling looked at Chu Linyuan, although he didn't know why Chu Linyuan helped him, but Song Ling still thanked him: "Thank you Lord Night, this time I owe you a favor." ”

"You and I don't have to be polite, but this Prince Ankang Hou died a little strangely, could it be ......" Chu Linyuan said here, looking up at Song Ling.

Song Ling's eyes on Chu Linyuan naturally understood what Chu Linyuan was going to say.

"Lord Wang, Miss Song, this time, you may need Miss Song's cooperation. The prefect said tremblingly, the aura on Chu Linyuan's body was really too oppressive.

"Leave this matter to us. Chu Linyuan said lightly.

When the prefect heard this, he was happy for a while, and said again and again: "Okay, well, since the night prince has spoken, then the lower officials naturally dare not disobey, this is a servant in our yamen, let the prince and Miss Song send it." ”

...............

Along the way, he told Song Ling and Chu Linyuan about the situation of the deceased, the deceased was eighteen years old, the eldest son of Ankang, and his biological mother was born to the favorite concubine of the Hou Ye, and was raised under the name of his wife.

Later, the concubine died without knowing what happened, and the deceased was always raised by his wife, and he became the eldest son.

Three years later, Mrs. gave birth to another son, but she could only be in the position of the second son, it is said that the deceased behaved absurdly during his lifetime, timid and afraid, but the Hou Ye still likes to protect.

"Oh, in this way, it is estimated that Hou Ye feels that he is ashamed of the deceased's mother, so he doubles down on the deceased. "Sleepless Road.

"Probably. He agreed, then stopped and pointed to a rich son in front of him: "No, this is the deceased's former friend, the second son of the Taishi Mansion." ”

"Are you the suspect?" the second son looked at the sleepless and looked up and down, with a strong disdain in his eyes.

"When did the second son see the deceased?" Song Ling ignored the second son's disdain and asked straight to the point.

"At two o'clock, I had made an appointment to go to Taihu Lake together, and the sunrise in Beijing was beautiful, especially where Taihu Lake was, the soil was red, and at the beginning of sunrise, the lake was bright red with the soil. ”

The second son was shocked by Chu Linyuan's eyes, and immediately said honestly.