The jailer pushed open the door.

The man brought in was wearing black clothes and handcuffed like other court criminals. Although he was a prisoner, his appearance was as handsome as before, and illuminated the dark lobby like orchids and orchids.

He did not suffer, and Nan Baoyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Xiao Yi's identity is special, even though he is now a prisoner, he is still qualified to sit in the hall. The prison guard even gave him a cup of hot fragrant tea.

Nan Baoyi looked at his casual tea-tasting appearance and cursed a few words in his heart.

This guy was having sex in Guangen Temple, but asked her to run around outside...

She held back her dissatisfaction and said lightly: "You can start interrogating."

Master Wei was the first to shoot the hawk.

Chen Yichao picked up the letter of the letter and read it clearly.

Together with the Qingyang Emperor, he forced the palace to...

Raid criminals...

Trespassing the city gate...

Provoke Jinwuwei...

All the things are treasoned against the stolen country.

After reading it, it was a quarter of an hour.

Chen Yichao put down the letter of confession, picked up the teacup and drank two sips.

Master Wei nodded and looked at Xiao Yi: "I dare to ask King Yong, is it true that the invoice of the letter?"

Xiao Yi sneered: "If this king said it is not true, will the Grand Master believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Master Wei smiled and stroked his beard, his eyes were particularly cold and cruel. "With all the wives of Jinwuwei and Yikun Palace as evidence, the crime of rebellion is for sure. I am loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and I am honest and wish I could not be fooled by my family and country. The most obvious thing is that someone rebelled and forced the palace. I think that King Yong would die."

He pulled out a sign from the bamboo tube, waved his sleeves, and threw it to Xiao Yi's feet.

The letter "death" is engraved in the golden tripod.

Grand Master Wei still smiled: "I have made a judgment. Three sirs, please?"

Nan Baoyi's Danfeng eyes were clearly black and white, and she quietly looked at Chen Yichao.

Life-threatening.

The only turning point is probably here at Shen Yichao.

If he is sentenced to death, then the second brother will be safe and sound.

Chen Yichao played with the teacup, as if he was pondering.

Master Wei whispered softly: "Son-in-law, how Chuchu was injured in Yikun Palace, I don't need to elaborate on it, right? If you let him go, Chuchu might have a rift with you."

Chen Yichao stared at Xiao Yi.

Yesterday, Chuchu went home crying.

She was covered in blood. When the doctor bandaged her, she cried so hard that she was about to faint.

She lay in his arms and begged him to make decisions softly.

How much pain she hurts.

And the culprit of all this is Xiao Yi.

He regarded him as his cousin and worked hard for him when he was in South Vietnam, but he refused to leave even a trace of his face for Chuchu.

Chen Yichao looked cold and cold: "When I was in Nanyue, I told Your Highness that when I returned to Chang'an, I will still be loyal to the emperor's aunt. Your Highness, it seems that you and I will have different paths after all."

The signature was thrown to the ground.

The golden tripod with the word "death" presents a cold texture.

Nan Baoyi's hands were caged in her sleeves, and her fingernails were pinched deeply into her palms.

She stared at the Shen Anchat in disbelief.

The other party looked cold and looked at the file with his eyes calmly.

His white clothes are spotless, and his snow-white hairband makes him beautiful and elegant.

And his tone was so high.

The little husband of the Shen family...

The Shen family’s young man who once talked and laughed with them in Jinguan City...

Nan Baoyi was silent and drew the signature from the sign.

The green-headed and green bamboo sticks are clearly engraved with the word "美".

She solemnly placed the signature on the table: "I want King Yong, Sheng."

She glanced at Shangshuling Pei.

The only expectation now is this strange official.

She said hoarsely: "It is a fact that King Yong has trespassed into the palace gate, and it is also a fact that Prince Yong has robbed the princess of Qingyang. But King Yong has never attacked his wife and noble daughter, nor has he killed Chen Yijue, nor has he caused any unrest. He just wants to fulfill his sister, and he just wants his sister to get a little happiness before he dies. If human nature can be sentenced to death, then I wonder where is the moral integrity of all sects?"

Master Wei twisted his beard and sneered: "How can Lord Nan have the face to mention the moral integrity to me? Emperor Qingyang escaped from my marriage with the Wei family and had an affair with a monk. Such a bastard is worthy of mentioning the moral integrity to me? Lord Pei, you should know how to judge."

Nan Baoyi also looked at Pei Muan.

Shangshu Ling, who was nearly forty years old, came from a famous family, but never married a wife and concubines.

He is addicted to alchemy and seeking immortality all day long, and is a strange flower among high-ranking officials.

Because he took medicine powder for a long time, his appearance was not inferior to Xiao Yu, and because his running script was a lonely and cold person in the world, he added a bit more elegant than ordinary nobles.

He put down the teacup and looked at Xiao Yi calmly.

He said regretfully: "The crown prince was the best in Chang'an at that time, but he didn't expect that His Highness Yong would be even more graceful and unparalleled in the world. If he had such a look, it would be a pity."

He rolled up the cuffs of the Jinbao Xianghua, poked out his jade-like hands, and picked out a green bamboo stick from the sign.

Master Wei frowned: "Pei Muan!"

Pei Muan was gentle and elegant: "Although the Grand Master Wei had a good relationship with the Empress, he had never known the Empress. As soon as the Emperor Qingyang died, the Empress could not withstand the pain of losing another son."

As he finished speaking, he placed the bamboo sticks next to the bamboo sticks in Nan Baoyi.

The final result is done.

Nan Baoyi's heart was quietly let go.

Two branches live, two branches die.

The second brother will at least not be sentenced to death.

How to deal with it depends on discussion and then make arrangements.

Taishi Wei and others left one after another and went to the street for lunch.

Nan Baoyi sat next to Xiao Yi.

Rows of undulating lights were lit on both sides of the lobby, the tower was cold and wet, and the dark torture instruments hanging on the walls were even more terrifying.

She touched the shackles between Xiao Yi's wrist and whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yi stared at her.

The little girl wore a dragon-headed fish pattern official robe, tied a high ponytail with a black ribbon, her face was white and tough, and her pupils were clearly black and white, as if she could bravely bear all disasters.

She is no longer the delicate and clumsy Nan family in Jinguan City back then.

She is trustworthy.

He smiled with thin lips: "It doesn't hurt."

"Love." Nan Baoyi touched his wrist with heartache, "It's all bleeded, and it still says it doesn't hurt..."

Xiao Yi has gentle eyebrows and eyes.

The little girl's eyes were filled with pain. Her thin white and soft fingertips touched his wounds, as if they were soaked in the warm spring water, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

She pouted sadly, her lips as red as flower petals.

It is the only warm color in this deserted and dark high pagoda of Guangen Temple.

After watching for a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze: "In another half a month, it will be the day for the aristocratic family to be evaluated. If the Nan family wants to be among the aristocratic family, they must be in good terms with other aristocratic families. I have said hello to the Zhou family, and the rest depends on Nan Jiaojiao's own ability."
Chapter completed!