Mrs. Ma was lowering her head and gritting her teeth. When Elder Xu reminded her, her eyes lit up and she cried, "I have something to do, but I just care too much and dare not say it. Now I see that my husband is about to sink to the bottom of the sea, I..."

She raised her head, her face was already covered with tears, and she had endless hatred in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "Just the night before her husband died, a thief came to her home. She used despicable incense to pour me and two maids down."

Everyone looked at her beautiful face, and I felt pity. One person screamed out "Oh" and asked, "Madam, are you injured?"

Mrs. Ma's expression darkened, she lowered her head and said silently. Everyone stood up to understand what had happened. Zhiguang clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha".

Shen Yuanjing sighed in his heart: "What a cruel woman, she even took the price of her reputation and dragged Qiao Feng into the water."

Sure enough, Mrs. Ma suddenly looked up and said, "I was far away from the window. When I saw two maids falling softly, I wanted to call for help, but it was too late. I saw only one figure jumping in in a daze and was unconscious. I waited for me to wake up, and I was covered in messy clothes, but it was..."

She said this, but she couldn't continue to talk, and she couldn't cry, and no one dared to ask questions. The elders looked at each other and were very shocked. If this was true, the face of the Beggars' Sect would be too great. Not only did the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect die in his own home, his wife was also defiled, but she didn't know where the right was.

Elder Xu was furious and suddenly slapped at the side, shaking the tree, falling many leaves, and asked in a deep voice: "What a thief, what a thief! Mrs. Ma, do you see clearly who did it?"

Mrs. Ma shook her head and said, "I only had time to take a look. The front of me was very blurry. I only remember that the man was very tall and I didn't know the rest at all, but..."

She did not continue to say, wiped her tears and said, "I checked the room later and was fucked in a mess, even in the cabinet, corner of the wall, and even in the kitchen. The thief took more than ten taels of silver, but ignored the hairpin on my head that his husband had made a lot of money."

After saying that, she pulled her hairpin and spread it in her hand. The jade light was dizzy, and it was indeed precious. Her long black hair fell down and hit her face, and stuck it onto her white mourning clothes, which was adorable. With that dirty mind, she swallowed her saliva secretly and thought to herself: "That man can resist such a beauty."

Mrs. Ma continued, "This is a big scandal. I shouldn't have said it to shame my husband. I thought I would avenge him, so I found a wilderness temple with the ancient Buddha of green lamps. Now, although it is to find out the real murderer, it will make him lose face. After this incident, I will cover my face and commit suicide. I only hope that uncles and uncles can let my husband rest in peace."

She said the last few words firmly, and everyone in Lin was moved, and even Qiao Feng was in awe, thinking: "She was insulted, and then her husband was assassinated. Such tragic things happened one after another, no wonder she was so aggressive."

Elder Xu immediately said, "Why do you have to do this? Mrs. Ma? It's not your fault. Your actions are to avenge your husband. Everyone admires you too late. Who dares to say it is not? All the mistakes are all done by the murderer. I just heard you, and it seems that there is an unfinished intention. Today, while Master Zhiguang and Brother Shan are there, you might as well tell me directly. Right and wrong will be discussed."

Madam Ma stopped her tears, helped her to help her, took out an eight or nine inch long thing from her backpack, handed it to Elder Xu, and said, "When I woke up that day, I packed up my clothes and rolled out this thing from it. It must have been dropped by the thief by accident. I opened it and saw that it was like falling into an ice cave. I couldn't sleep all night, so I hid in the side room and had to wait for Dayuan to come back, but who expected... "

When Elder Xu took over the matter, she immediately fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Everyone looked at it and it turned out to be a folding fan. Elder Xu recited a poem on the fan in a deep voice: "The snow fluttered open to Yanmen, and the flat sands were rolled up in the roots; the shame of fame and fortune captured the number of lives, and the beheaded Loulan to serve the country's kindness."

Qiao Feng was shocked. This was clearly a poem written by his mentor Wang Jiantong. Looking at it intently, the fan was indeed his own thing. On the other hand, there was a picture of a hero going out to kill the enemy, which was written by Elder Xu.

"Hmph!" Elder Xu turned over and saw his own painting and murmured: "If you are not a clan, your heart will be different. Gang Wang, Gang Wang, you have done this wrong."

He pulled the fan away and shouted sternly: "Qiao Feng, this fan is yours, what else do you have to say?"

Now everyone looks at contempt. If he is just a Hu person, most of them will be alienated and still admire his character. Most of them will not believe him by saying that he colludes with outsiders to kill Ma Dayuan. But once he is involved in this romantic matter, almost everyone will be ashamed of it. After all, few people will think that Ma Ma is trying to be honest and just to frame him.

Qiao Feng was so angry that his teeth were itchy. The little admiration that he had just raised for Mrs. Ma disappeared in an instant and he said loudly: "Yes, this fan is indeed from Qiao, but I am very vulgar. Who has ever seen me carry such elegant things with me?"

He glanced around and the Beggar Gang disciples who were familiar with him thought hard, and it seemed that they had never seen him carry a fan.

He said again: "Besides, even if Qiao's martial arts skills are not good, he can deal with three weak women, and there is no need to use despicable means such as Mixiang."

Everyone was half-believing and half-doubted, no one stood up to argue for him, but no one blamed him. He knew that if there was no conclusive evidence, it would be difficult to clear the stigma once he left today.

Mrs. Ma had such ruthless methods and thoughts, and Shen Yuanjing did not expect it. She sighed in secretly that she had traveled through time and believed in the plot of her previous life too much.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and the fan in Elder Xu's hand flew into his hand instantly. Quan Guanqing shouted: "Are you going to destroy the evidence?"

The four elders of Song, Xi, Chen and Wu, all raised their weapons and wanted to come forward. Elder Xu hurriedly stopped everyone and said, "Mr. Shen, what is this?"

Shen Yuanjing unfolded the paper fan, looked at it concentratingly, and sneered: "The book is not so good, the painting is even worse. You can just find someone who has learned a little ink and imitate it. The fan is even more ordinary. You can buy hundreds of them if you find a place."

Elder Xu opened his mouth and didn't know how to say that Fan was indeed bought at the market for a few cents. Most of the people in the Beggars' Sect are illiterate, let alone those who are good at writing. Even a scholar in the Qing Dynasty could not pass the exam, and they were considered the most literary in the gang. It was already amazing that Wang Jiantong and Elder Xu could recite poems and paint.

Shan Zheng said, "Mr. Chen, can you take the fan with me?" Shen Yuanjing threw it over, he took it, looked at it, and said, "The poem of the leader Wang Gang is generous and heroic, and Elder Xu's passion and chivalrousness is not so easy to imitate."

Shen Yuanjing didn't refute and asked, "Do you have any pen, ink and paper?"
Chapter completed!